The sky was getting dark, Yi Shuyuan walked out of the door, stretched out his hand toward the roof, and the gourd flew into his sleeve again.

By now, the kitchen of Lao Li Chang's home was already filled with smoke, and Yi Shuyuan was waiting for him to prepare for dinner.

The three daughters of the old man are all married, and now they live here with their wives. The arrival of Yi Shuyuan has also made the family lively.

The old man went to bed early and had a few more drinks tonight. After dinner was over, Yi Shuyuan helped clear away the dishes, and the old couple went to bed one after another.

Although Yi Shuyuan also looked like he was going to rest, he certainly wouldn't lie down to sleep after entering the house.

Yi Shuyuan first placed the inkstone and took out the pen, and then took out the wine gourd from his sleeve.

After using his magic power to seal the gourd's surroundings, Yi Shuyuan gently pulled out the stopper.

A faint aroma of wine with a bit of heat wafted out, but it did not leave Yi Shuyuan's side.

A wisp of wine was poured into the inkstone by Yi Shuyuan. Hui Mian held the ink stick unsteadily and wanted to grind it, but Yi Shuyuan gently took it away.

"You'll get drunk if you smell the smell of alcohol, so go ahead."

In this slightly tense moment, Hui Mian's behavior also brought Yi Shuyuan some relief.

Yi Shuyuan's smiling words also gave Xiao Diao confidence, and the original fear was diluted.

Yi Shuyuan rolled up his sleeves and grinded carefully. The ink color blended with the "strong" wine and continued to rotate in the center of the inkstone, like a stormy wave surging in a small area.

However, under Yi Shuyuan's careful control, the movement in the inkstone gradually weakened and became softer, finally turning into rich-colored ink.

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly. He now wanted to learn a legendary allusion.

The folding fan was unfolded in Yi Shuyuan's hands, and the wolf brush was stained with special ink.

The hair on the pen tip is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing ink, completely sucking up the ink in the inkstone, so that the pen tip bulges slightly.

Yi Shuyuan held the penholder in his hand, stabilized his mind and controlled his strength, and then wrote directly on the fan.

The ink lines outline the shape and gradually connect into one piece.

This time I am not writing any words, but drawing.

Hui Mian covered his nose and looked closer, and saw that under Yi Shuyuan's pen, a sharp feeling gradually appeared on the fan surface.

There was another burning sensation, which made Hui Mian feel as if he was not close to the folding fan, but close to the stove.

And in this scorching heat, I felt a strange chill.

A sword with cold light gradually appeared on the fan.

And because of this ink, there is a faint layer of red on the sword that should be black and white.

"Call"

Yi Shuyuan breathed out gently, and before the ink dried, the folding fan in his hand was closed.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, Yi Shuyuan's magic power circulates in his body, constantly integrating into the folding fan, and connecting with the folding fan's mind, gradually reflecting what he feels in his heart into the folding fan.

At this moment, the folding fan in my hand seemed to melt and became blurry.

Thoughts arise from the heart, thoughts turn into Dharma, Dharma gives birth to illusion, and illusion turns into truth!

Yi Shuyuan kept hinting at the true meaning of his heart, and there seemed to be some mist and light above the folding fan, and it was more like ripples in the water, reflecting the shadow of the folding fan.

As the magic power continued to flow into the folding fan, Yi Shuyuan felt a slight sweat on his forehead, and the words "Alien" appeared faintly on the folding fan.

The folding fan becomes more and more blurry, as if surrounded by fog, but the reflection in the sky becomes clearer and clearer in the ripples.

When the folding fan was completely obscured by the fog, the increasingly larger ripples above it began to calm down.

When it finally calmed down, the reflection had changed from a folding fan to a wine cup.

The fog in Yi Shuyuan's hand dissipated, and the folding fan actually turned into a wine cup!

Done!

Yi Shuyuan's heartbeat was several minutes faster than usual.

Sure enough, it is not unfounded that learning to make breakthroughs is suitable under pressure. It was almost impossible before, but today it finally happened.

Hui Mian also became excited all of a sudden, and was so happy that he subconsciously clapped his paws.

Sir, it’s done!

Yi Shuyuan showed a smile, but his magic power did not dissipate and he kept moving. He turned the wine cup to his right hand, grabbed the wine gourd again and poured wine into the wine cup.

As the wine filled up, the shadow of a sword floated on the water.

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Hui Mian, who was also looking at him.

Then Yi Shuyuan drank the drink without saying a word.

As the drink entered his throat, a burning sensation filled his mouth, and a sharp feeling made Yi Shuyuan's mouth hurt.

"Yeah"

Yi Shuyuan almost spit out the wine and could even feel the fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, but he puffed up his cheeks and held it back.

"Gulu."

Yi Shuyuan swallowed this sip of the strongest and most terrifying wine in his life, and there was another burning sensation from his throat to his abdomen.

This move is originally called "Sword of Mouth and Honey in the Belly", which was originally an evil technique developed by a demon who raised a sword in his belly a long time ago.

Yi Shuyuan's principle is that there is no good or bad law, and there is no fixed law. It depends on who uses it and how to use it.

Using this trick as inspiration, removing some of the dross, and incorporating your own ideas, this trick will produce new changes, which is enough to turn decay into magic.

Moreover, the wine is too strong, and Yi Shuyuan has difficulty controlling it. With his current behavior, it is difficult for him to be meticulous.

However, he used ink to neutralize the strong force, used paintings to frame the shape of the sword, and then changed the folding fan that carried the sword. The carrier followed the wine and naturally melted into Yi Shuyuan's belly.

So with Yi Shuyuan's current behavior, he can cleverly resolve difficulties step by step and hide the sword in his belly!

With the skill of hiding the sword in ink wine, Yi Shuyuan had no problem controlling the sword in his belly.

And the absolute power is not diminished, and it is absolutely unexpected!

The battle of skills is not just about magical powers in a simple sense!

"Let Yi come and meet you monster today!"

Hiding the sword in his belly, even though his belly was burning, it gave Yi Shuyuan a little more confidence.

"Sir, what if we can't fight?"

Yi Shuyuan patted Hui Mian on the head.

"Don't say depressing words!"

"Oh"

Hui Mian held his head, and Yi Shuyuan's tone made him feel more relaxed.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the closed door.

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"That woman drank blood during the day, and at night she will definitely seek out the evildoer's true form to regain her strength. Let's have a oriole behind her!"

A moment of synesthesia during the day made Yi Shuyuan understand that the cat demon's real body was not in good condition, so he should be fully prepared to deal with the monster's damaged body.

That means killing him while he’s sick!——

Although the village elders and the couple have gone to bed, it is still early and the villagers are still active.

However, there was some commotion in the village. An old man was calling his son's name and yelling that his family had not returned.

The commotion about this incident was so big that the old village chief was so shocked that he put on his clothes and went there. They made a fuss for a while with no result.

In the end, we can only go back to our respective homes and talk about it tomorrow.

As time goes by, the lights in the village are extinguished one by one.

There is not much entertainment at night in the mountain village, and the villagers are gradually starting to take a rest.

Yi Shuyuan did not go out the whole time. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his mind in an ethereal state.

It seems that no one in the village is keeping watch. If ordinary people don’t know the time of night.

Around the time when the moon was shining brightly in the sky, Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes.

Can you finally bear it no longer?

In the village outdoors, the moonlight clearly illuminates the originally dark village, but due to the fog, the area close to the ground is often hazy.

A rather pretty woman quietly walked out of her home. She glanced around and then left in a hurry.

Almost no one is wandering around outside in the middle of the night, and the neighborhood is not peaceful, so no one goes out at night.

The woman walked very vigorously and walked all the way to the edge of the village.

The old Li Chang's home is close to the village gate.

The woman reached the wall, looked around again, and then got down on all fours.

The next moment, the woman jumped directly over the wall and jumped outside the village.
To be continued...