Zhuo Qing was happy for a while. When she saw Yi Shuyuan writing there again, she stood aside and watched.

But I saw that Yi Shuyuan was actually writing a letter. The general content was that Jianghu guest Long Feiyang took Zhuo Qing out for a few days and redeemed her when he came back.

Zhuo Qing's expression became very exciting. Long Daxia might not understand it, but it was like a slap in her mother's face. She could already imagine her mother's expression when she saw the letter.

But Zhuo Qing is not very scared now, but rather regrets that she can't see it.

After writing the letter, Yi Shuyuan sealed it, then flew it out the window, while blowing "Hu..." out of the window.

An obvious gust of wind appeared. When Zhuo Qing ran to the window to look, the letter had already flown high into the sky. "Where is it going?"

"Of course we are going to Yunxiang Pavilion. With Mr.'s temper, he will probably let it appear in your house. After all, you didn't close the window when you left."

Hui Mian stood on the window sill and said this. After one person and one mink turned to look at Yi Shuyuan, he saw him nodding slightly.

A breeze carried the letter all the way to the port outside the city, and flew downstream to the Thirteenth Floor. It passed through the peach forest and rolled up a burst of petals, and finally landed on the table of Zhuo Qing's boudoir. At the same time, the door bolt of the room was opened.

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The letter was not discovered until the evening as Yi Shuyuan expected, because not long after the letter arrived, a woman trotted out the door.

This person was the woman in yellow that Yi Shuyuan had met once before, but now she was dressed in blue, and her steps became lighter when she arrived in front of the door.

"Sister Zhuo, sister Zhuo, are you asleep? I heard that you also boarded the flower boat last night..."

The woman asked cheerfully. When she saw that there was no movement inside, she immediately showed a disappointed look. When she was thinking about leaving, she subconsciously reached out and pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with a "squeak". Is it unlocked?

The woman looked inside, then tiptoed in, jumped over the screen and looked at the bed. The quilts there were neat and the gauze curtains had not been lowered.

"Sister Zhuo? Sister Zhuo!" No one is actually in the house?

The woman immediately walked in quickly and saw that the window was open, and there were vague petals coming in with the wind. Then from the floor of the window to the table, the petals were the most, so her eyes naturally followed the petals and saw the letter on the table.

The woman picked up the letter and looked at it. There were big words written on the cover. "Sanniang personally expresses..."

Sanniang is the madam of Yunxiang Pavilion.

Look at the strong and powerful handwriting, which is completely different from Sister Zhuo's delicate writing style.

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously walked to the window to look outside, and then came back to find the Madam with the letter. It was morning, and Yunxiang Pavilion was relatively leisurely, so she just wanted to see the guests off and say a few nice words from time to time.

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Just as the madam was standing in front of the door, waving her fan and looking at the peach grove in the distance, the woman who had taken the letter ran over in a panic, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself.

"Mom, mom..."

Hearing this voice, the old madam frowned and looked at the visitor. "How can you be so flustered? What's going on?" The woman took out the letter and handed it over, and whispered.

"Sister Zhuo is not in the room, but there is this letter on the table."

The madam felt something bad in her heart. After receiving the letter, she immediately tore it open and looked at it. When she saw it, she became so angry that the loose flesh on her face wrinkled together.

"You're a charlatan, and you're such a damn girl, you're so cowardly that you dare to follow him! Have you forgotten my methods..."

Seeing the madam there, she was so angry that her teeth were itching, and the woman who brought the letter was too frightened to say anything.

Not to mention the reaction from Yunxiang Pavilion, Yi Shuyuan is not in a hurry at all.

Even Yi Shuyuan is not in a hurry to deal with the matter of the cat demon. Although the strange change in fate is very special, after experiencing the last change, he has vaguely grasped another part of the essence of his own way, which is not very special.

Eager to seek help from the cat demon.

Of course it is best if you can fully understand it yourself, and then hearing other people's teachings is the icing on the cake.

But Yi Shuyuan is also not in a hurry to find a special place to learn the Tao. First, this Tao does not necessarily require retreat and meditation. You can gain enlightenment by thinking in your heart as if you are away from it.

Second, Yi Shuyuan also hopes to do what he promised others first.

In the morning at Muxin Teahouse, Yi Shuyuan, who had not been seen for several days, appeared here again.

As soon as the waiter outside saw Yi Shuyuan, he warmly welcomed him in. The teahouse owner was so happy that he left the counter and came over to greet him.

"Mr. Yi, I thought you weren't coming back. Come on, show me tea at your usual place!" Yi Shuyuan returned the gift, then smiled.

"There were some rumors by the canal a while ago. Yi Mou has been thinking hard during this period and compiled a section of "The Story of the River God's Backwardness". When the book was completed, he was not happy about it, so today he came to bother me again!"

The teahouse owner was overjoyed when he heard this, and his face was filled with smiles.

"Oh, sir, what are you talking about? If sir is willing to stay in this building for a long time and tell stories, let alone nagging, you can just add another 20%!"

At night some time ago, there was a lot of movement in the canal. Many people on the riverside, especially people on some water boats, saw it. For a while, it was full of dead fish, but they were quickly washed away by the water.

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This incident also spread among the people in the capital after dinner, and the postscript written by Yi Shuyuan was apparently based on this.

Following the shouts of the teahouse waiters, Muxin Teahouse quickly gathered a wave of people listening to the book, and there were many people coming from far and near.

As early as when Yi Shuyuan first entered the teahouse, some people left inside and outside the teahouse, rushing to report the news.

Because Yi Shuyuan's storytelling is more casual and he is not here every day. These people are specially paid to wait here for others. When they see the storyteller coming, they run as fast as they can to notify others.

So when the tea was brewed and the lectures were about to begin, people inside and outside the teahouse were quickly crowded. Yi Shuyuan glanced towards a place in the hall on the first floor.

The generous man was now squeezing his way into the crowd with the help of his servants. After giving some silver coins, someone naturally gave up the table.

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Yi Shuyuan smiled and dropped the ruler in his hand at this moment. "Pa~"

"What we are going to talk about today is "The Story of the River God Behind". Although the river god Nian Chaosheng was beheaded by the heavens, not everyone in the water is a gangster, but there are still some god generals who are still protecting the party..."

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"Stab~"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded his folding fan and fanned it gently. He paused for a moment before continuing.

"In the last chapter of the book, the head of the river god fell to the ground, the statue of Wanli collapsed, the believers on the bank had different opinions, and the aquatic tribe in the water were also in panic..."

As Yi Shuyuan narrated, the tea guests who listened to the book gradually merged into the story again and felt the panic of the Shui tribe.

Some chose to say goodbye and leave, while others simply disappeared. The once prosperous Water God's Mansion has now become a bit desolate, but not everyone has left.

In this case, the immortal actually visited again, and everyone in the water mansion was panicked for a while, but after all, a god general went out to face him.

This brings us to Yi Shuyuan’s story today - Conquering Demons on the Canal!

Based on what happened at night outside Chengtian Port recently, it tells about the mysterious and thrilling underwater things that ordinary people cannot know. The audience combines recent rumors and hears the author's emotional narration, which is like a true story.

The feeling is even more profound.

Xie Qing, the crab general, Wu Dameng, the mullet captain, Lu Legong, the patrolling yaksha...

Some of the water tribe god generals with names and surnames who are still guarding the Kaiyang Grand Canal gradually became known to people through stories in Yi Shuyuan's mouth.

On the table in the corner of the teahouse, there were people writing quickly and writing quickly. Although they could not remember everything, they tried to make the story complete. Some people even made appointments with each other to record the passages, striving to be more complete.

The story ended and the people listening gradually dispersed.

Because there is a commission from the tea house, no one comes to pay me.

Several people who were obviously traveling together came to Yi Shuyuan's table one after another, bowed their hands to the president, and left with the manuscript after exchanging pleasantries, just like the previous times.

Nowadays, Mr. Yi’s ability and foresight are not dissatisfied even among his peers.

When there were fewer people, the man sitting a little further away got up and walked to Yi Shuyuan's table again. He raised his hands and praised. "I never tire of listening to Mr.'s book. It will be a great pity if this kind of skill is lost in the future."

Ah..."

Yi Shuyuan stood up and returned the gift, smiling.

"There's no need for you to worry about this. I've already accepted a disciple, but I'm just not with you for the time being."

After thinking about it, the man invited him again, but now his attitude was much more sincere, because the person in front of him was really not doing this for profit.

Although storytelling is a minor art, regardless of his mind, magnanimity, or talent, Mr. Yi can be called a rare master in the past and present.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Tan still wants to invite Mr. Tan to tell stories at home again. There is no limit on the time. Mr. Yi is free and willing. I just hope that I can finish the story in your book and don't miss half of it!"

I thought I would be rejected this time, but unexpectedly, Yi Shuyuan nodded and agreed.

"Master Tan's many invitations show his sincerity. Yi has been free recently, so he didn't refuse." Tan Yuanshang was delighted when he heard this.

"That's great! Just tell me how much commission you want, sir, don't have any worries!" Yi Shuyuan looked at Tan Yuanshang calmly, thought for a while and said.

"Yi knows that Mr. Tan is a capable person. I have a good friend named Long who is in trouble. I hope Mr. Tan can help me..."

Tan Yuanshang frowned. "What's going on?"

After listening to Yi Shuyuan's low-pitched narration, Tan Yuanshang's brows quickly relaxed. He thought it was something extraordinary.

Thirteen Loufang does have some background, and is even under the jurisdiction of the imperial court's Jiaofang Division, but for Tan Yuanshang, does this matter?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Yi is worried too much. Now that Mr. Yi has spoken about this matter, Mr. Tan boldly boasts. Now he has become... Mr. Yi's friend and a person of good temper!"

After hearing about Yi Shuyuan, Tan Yuanshang suddenly admired Yi Shuyuan not just for his storytelling ability. This storyteller is really a wonderful person!

While Yi Shuyuan thanked him politely, he also looked across the street outside the teahouse. Zhuo Qing, with Hui Mian lying on his shoulder, was standing there in a daze.

With Hui Mian by her side, Zhuo Qing walked around the city freely today, and after being reminded intentionally or unintentionally by the former, she also joined in the fun and listened to a book outside the teahouse.
To be continued...