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Yi Shuyuan looked a little lost in thought, and murmured after a long time.

“Faster than expected”

Hui Mian on the shoulder no longer competed with the bird on the tree. It also noticed Yi Shuyuan's eyes and followed his line of sight to see the rock in the stream.

He didn't notice it just now, but after careful observation now, Hui Mian gradually realized that this stone was a treasure.

It seems that Mr. came here for this stone.

"Master Yi?"

A slightly surprised voice came from behind Yi Shuyuan. Upon hearing this familiar voice, Yi Shuyuan turned around and cupped his hands towards the visitor.

A smile appeared on Yi Shuyuan's face.

"Old sir, long time no see!"

The person who came was none other than the old man who had transformed into a tea shed to entertain Yi Shuyuan during the mountain rains. He was also the person transformed from that ancient pine tree.

The old man was a little dazed. He didn't even realize Yi Shuyuan was here when he came just now.

After returning the gift, the old man took a step closer, looked at Yi Shuyuan carefully up and down, and then looked into the stream.

"Young Master Yi is a very human being. The Mountain God said that the doll has its own destiny. It seems that it has something to do with the Young Master!"

As the old man said this, he also noticed the little mink on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. The latter suddenly became nervous and huddled on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, not daring to move.

Regarding the glimmer of hope that Yi Shuyuan mentioned, Huang Hongchuan had not discussed it with anyone else except the City God of Yuanjiang County, who already knew about it.

Even the old pine in the mountain only knows that although the baby is dead, he still has another destiny. He only knows one but not the other.

"You could say that."

Yi Shuyuan spoke without looking outside. He squatted down, first rolled up the sleeves of his hands, and then blocked the clear spring falling above the small yellow stone with his left hand. There was a spiritual charm on his fingertips. Following the feeling of mutual echo, he used his thumb with his right hand to Gently apply it to the depressions of the rocks.

Suddenly, the ink color that was originally exposed disappeared into the stone, and the aura and mist surrounding the mountain stone gradually disappeared.

Yi Shuyuan originally had his own unique insights into blinding techniques, but now the Immortal Base 10% is even different. With the magic power displayed, he thinks that this move is still traceless.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan shook his hands and stood up.

"Yi has many questions and wants to ask the old man. Is it convenient for the old man?"

The old man stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and of course he couldn't say no.

"Of course it's convenient!"

"Isn't it convenient for me to add another one?"

A voice came from the other side, and Yi Shuyuan and the old man both turned and looked over.

"Huang Gong!" "Lord Mountain God!"

Huang Hongchuan was still dressed as a woodcutter and even carried a load of firewood.

"Old Songweng came to see the changes in the doll again?"

In fact, Huang Hongchuan knew that although Lao Song was somewhat concerned about the baby, he was more surprised by the magic of nature.

So when Lao Song discovered the changes in the mountains and rocks, he came here almost every day to watch the smallest changes.

The process of Mo Ling gradually taking shape is also a process of gathering vitality in accordance with the principles of heaven and earth.

Huang Hongchuan only glanced at the rocks and knew that Yi Shuyuan had moved something. Looking at Yi Shuyuan's shoulders, he saw that the little mink was quite agile.

"Mr. Yi is very clever, but even if he doesn't take action today, I will eliminate the influence here after a while, otherwise it will become more and more conspicuous."

With that said, Huang Hongchuan looked at Shanshi again.

"According to current changes, I'm afraid it won't take more than a year!"

"Although I said that the baby still had a chance of survival, I felt a little uneasy in my heart. Now that I see this situation, I feel a lot more at ease!"

Huang Hongchuan's voice was full of emotion and joy.

Not to mention one's own pursuit of Tao, just talking about emotions, every plant and tree in the mountain, especially all sentient beings, can be considered to be looked after by the mountain god.

Huang Hongchuan is as happy as his elders that the baby can have a chance of survival.

"If you fall, you will be a black spirit, and if you become a spirit, you will be a black spirit!"

Yi Shuyuan deeply believed what Huang Hongchuan said.

Although the reason why the doll was shattered by thunder was because of that little bit of ink, it was also because of that little bit of ink and the beauty of the rock itself that it preserved a glimmer of hope.

If Yi Shuyuan's deduction in his mind can be successful, conservatively speaking, the future of Wawa's cultivation path will at least not be worse than before.

To exaggerate a bit, compared to himself, Yi Shuyuan can say that he has a bright future.

"It's only half done, I'll wait patiently!"

Lao Song stood aside and didn't know what kind of riddle Yi Shuyuan and Huang Hongchuan were playing, but seeing that the doll's transformation from death to vitality was probably related to the work of creation.

That day in the mountain rain, I didn't realize that this person turned out to be an expert.

It’s true that the real person doesn’t show his appearance!

Lao Song couldn't help but feel anxious, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only speak with sincerity and helplessness.

"Master Mountain God, Mr. Yi, why don't I make you a pot of tea and let's chat while drinking? It will also clear up the doubts in my heart. It really makes my heart feel like it's scratching my head!"

At this moment, Lao Song's title to Yi Shuyuan changed.

However, Yi Shuyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this and looked at Huang Hongchuan. When he saw Lao Song coming here to see the baby, he naturally thought that the other party also knew about it.

"Did Mr. Huang not inform the old gentleman?"

Huang Hongchuan smiled "hehe".

"How dare you tell others about this matter at will? If the baby's vitality is missed because of this, then Huang's sin will be great. Besides, it is better that few people know about this matter. Of course, Song Weng is indeed not an outsider."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, understanding what Huang Hongchuan meant, and then apologized to Lao Song with a smile.

"Old gentleman, if you want to blame, blame Mr. Huang. Yi didn't mean to play riddles."

Lao Song felt relieved, as long as he didn't mean to hide it from him. Then he waved his sleeves, and a tea table and futon appeared on the big stone by the stream. There was a teapot and porcelain cup on the table.

"Then let me, sir, answer my questions while drinking tea."

Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up slightly. He had been very attracted by Hui Mian's magic of holding objects before, and he wanted to learn Lao Song's trick too!

The three of them sat down at the tea table, and Hui Mian jumped from Yi Shuyuan's shoulder to the table.

After being nervous for so long, Hui Mian finally figured out that Mr. Xiang was a great person. There was a mountain god and a tree demon next to him, and they were all very polite.

They seemed to have a good relationship, so Hui Mian relaxed and didn't take it into consideration so much.

"What about me? I only have three tea cups. What about me?"

Don't think of me as a monster, I came here with your husband!

"Um?"

Lao Song and the Mountain God all looked at the little mink and were shocked. It was actually a demon cultivator who had refined Heng Gu?

When the two met for the first time, they both thought that the little mink was a spiritual animal, perhaps on the verge of developing intelligence, but they didn't expect that it could speak human words!

During the time Hui Mian was with Yi Shuyuan, he didn't develop any other skills, but the superficial demonic energy was washed away by the special spiritual energy Yi Shuyuan attracted during his training.

"Uh, hahahaha, okay, add another tea cup!"

Laosong flicked his sleeve, and another cup flew out.

Yi Shuyuan patted Hui Mian's head gently to stop him from being too arrogant.

But Yi Shuyuan also knew that this little guy was very good.

After being patted by Yi Shuyuan, Hui Mian didn't say much. He held the tea cup next to Yi Shuyuan's cup and waited for someone to pour tea into it.

——

The three of them sat down by the stream. They didn't talk about the reincarnation of the baby or other spiritual matters first.

Yi Shuyuan asked for directions, and first talked about the events of the Yuezhou Martial Arts Conference.

This grand event is rare in Yuezhou for a century, and even Huang Hongchuan and Song Weng in Kuonan Mountain know about it.

Even though these two people never went to Yuezhou City to see the martial arts conference, they couldn't resist the Jianghu people and ran to Kuonan Mountain.

"These people, Xun Xiantian masters, are all stunned by Xun Mo. They ran into the mountains in waves earlier, causing people to be confused."

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Just think that they are here for an outing, but when it comes to this martial arts conference, I have to mention the mountain and river fairy furnace picture. I wonder if you two have any opinions on this picture?"

Hui Mian subconsciously touched his neck, while Huang Hongchuan smiled.

"What kind of insights can I have? Famous paintings from ancient times are being debated over and over again."

Lao Song actually spoke at this moment.

"This painting of the Immortal Furnace of Mountains and Rivers must be extremely extraordinary. If it weren't for the special circumstances this time, I would have wanted to see it. This painting was painted by a painter during the reign of Emperor Gaowu of Xiyuan, and it was at least more than seven hundred years ago. "

"Oh? Song Weng knows the origin of this painting?"

Yi Shuyuan suddenly became energetic. Painted by an immortal seven hundred years ago?

Since Yi Shuyuan was interested, Lao Song sat up straighter and thought about it before speaking.

"Many people have seen this painting. During the period of Emperor Gaowu, this painting was given to Marshal Bei Heng. This man cherished this painting very much and wanted to search thousands of mountains to find the scene in the painting."

Speaking of this, Lao Song seemed to be lost in memories.

"This person once took this painting to Kuonan Mountain, and I received him at that time. It has been more than three hundred years ago."

More than three hundred years ago?

Huang Hongchuan just listened. At that time, he was not the God of Kuonan Mountain.

Yi Shuyuan asked.

"Did he find it?"

Lao Song shook his head.

"It must be that he failed to fulfill his wish. In his later years, he was involved in the turmoil between the government and the opposition, and his home was confiscated, so the painting returned to the hands of the Dayong royal family."

Huang Hongchuan also became somewhat interested.

"Then according to Song Weng, why is this painting extraordinary?"

The old man looked in the direction of Yuezhou City, which was invisible.

"As the saying goes, paper lasts a hundred years, but silk lasts eight hundred. This painting has not been damaged after a long time. There must be the artist's will in the painting, and it is not an ordinary thing!"

Yi Shuyuan was stunned, but obviously Lao Song couldn't see the real fairy charm in the painting, but he had no intention of showing off the painting.