Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Although Chu Hang was hungover and groggy, he had sobered up a lot this time. He was not running as fast as usual, but he was not too slow either.

It's just that no matter how Chu Hang ran, he couldn't get close to Yi Shuyuan in front of him. Seeing that he was getting further and further away, he had to work harder.

At this moment, Chu Hang knew very well that this was Mr. Yi's intention.

Mr. Yi is not an ordinary person. If he can't catch up, he doesn't know how long it will take to see him again!

Yang Bencai and others looked at it like this at first, but suddenly they realized that Chu Hang was chasing Yi Shuyuan farther and farther towards the official road.

"Huh? Brother Chu?" "Brother Chu——"

"It's getting farther and farther!" "Let's go, follow up and have a look!"

The remaining four people wanted to trot over, but their speed was slower and they were getting further and further away from Chu Hang. Soon, only Chu Hang's back could be seen in the distance, let alone Yi Shuyuan.

The four people, including Yang Bencai, couldn't stand it after chasing half a cup of tea, so they all sat down nearby to rest.

"Oh, I can't run anymore!" "Brother Chu, why are you running so fast?"

"No, no, no, let's take a break."

"Oops, I have to lie down for a while."

At this moment, Gangcheng and Fucheng looked close to each other, but in fact they were already some distance away, and the sky was already completely bright.

There were nearby villagers carrying handbags or pushing carts and horses to the urban market. The Confucian scholars passing by all showed curious eyes. At this moment, none of them were polite at all.

But Yang Bencai and others were able to rest, but Chu Hang didn't dare to rest. The feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger now. If he stopped, he might never see Mr. Yi again in this life.

"Mr. Yi - ho, ho ho. Mr. stay, stay, ho ho, ho ho"

Chu Hang's breathing sounded like a bellows with a hole in it. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his steps were staggering again.

"Sir, if you run a little longer, if you let him run a little longer, he will fall down soon!"

Hui Mian noticed that his husband's pace had changed. It seemed that his pace had not changed, but in fact, his speed had slowed down.

It seemed that Hui Mian had finished speaking. As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Hang's front foot caught his back foot, and he volleyed forward and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Oh, Mr. Yi. Ho, ho, ho."

Chu Hang struggled to get up. He was chasing after it entirely with the strength of his heart. His body had long since lost strength. If he fell down, he would not be able to get up at all. He couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Can't catch up, can't catch up.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?"

An old man from the country on his way to Fucheng passed by and helped Chu Hang up, only to find that his legs were shaking.

"Come on, come on, sit down!" "Drink some water!"

"Ho, ho, ho"

Chu Hang sat under the tree beside the official road and didn't even bother to say thank you. Although he reached out to take the water from the old man, his eyes were looking in the direction of the official road.

But Mr. Yi's back has already disappeared, and if you look closely, he has disappeared.

Gone, out of sight.

At this moment, Chu Hang just raised his head and drank from the bamboo can storing water.

"Coo, coo, coo"

The water soaked into his clothes along his neck. After drinking most of the can in one breath, Chu Hang put down the can.

"Ho, ho, ho, thank you very much, uncle"

Chu Hang gratefully handed the jar back to the old man who helped him to stand up. He wanted to stand up, but his legs were so weak and trembling that he had no energy to stand up, so he could only sit on the ground and cup his hands to thank him.

"Thank you, old man. Ho, ho, ho, this mouthful of water saved my life."

The old man held the bamboo pot and looked at the Confucian scholar and shook his head.

"You young man, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Chu Hang's breathing has calmed down a bit now. Although he is still out of breath, he can control himself as much as possible when speaking.

"Alas, old man, you don't know, I, I am, alas, don't mention it."

At this moment, Chu Hang no longer cared about the elegance of a scholar. He loosened his collar and shook his clothes to cool himself down. He still kept looking at the direction in which Yi Shuyuan left.

Beside Chu Hang, the old man delivering the water had released his transformation and returned to Yi Shuyuan's appearance.

"Old man, you"

Chu Hang was about to say something more to the old man, but when he turned around, he was stunned. After staying there for a while, ecstasy gradually appeared on his face.

"Mr. Yi? Sir, you are back. Where is the old man?"

Chu Hang immediately looked around.

“Just returned it”

Halfway through the words, Chu Hang had already reacted, looked at Yi Shuyuan standing beside him, and couldn't help but swallowed again.

"Mr. Yi, that old man just now was you, right?"

"Zhi Zhi Zhi"

Chu Hang looked at the source of the sound and found a small animal lying on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. It was squeaking non-stop, and the sound was rapid and like laughter.

"There's no such thing as an old man. I'm just longing for someone to give you a hand at this moment!"

It is true that the old man just now was transformed by Yi Shuyuan, but it must be said that he somewhat responded to Chu Hang's wishes, so he became such an honest, honest and enthusiastic old man that met Chu Hang's expectations.

This is not to say that Yi Shuyuan can read minds, but that he can respond to changes in his mind. It is also a natural improvement in the use of his own immortal skills.

But these words sounded like admission to Chu Hang, and his heart felt like thunder. He wanted to get up but still couldn't, so he could only keep giving up.

"Sir, Mr. Yi, I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I will definitely stop drinking in the future! I will study hard from now on and live up to the expectations of my parents and uncle!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled, because he felt that his Taoism had improved slightly, so his mood was a little better, otherwise he would not have shown up so soon.

"Are you sober?"

"Wake up, wake up, you've already woken up!"

Seeing Yi Shuyuan's smile, Chu Hang breathed a sigh of relief and responded while wiping his cheeks with his sleeves.

Somewhere on the roadside of the official road outside Hong Kong City, Yang Bencai and four others were still resting here.

"Brother Chu hasn't come back yet."

"Yeah, how about we go over and have a look?"

"Yeah!" "Let's go, I still have to go and see!"

The four of them were not so heartless. When they had the strength, they all stood up and walked towards the official road.

However, after walking for a while, they saw Chu Hang and Yi Shuyuan coming back from a distance, and the four of them suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

——

Yi Shuyuan's appearance is actually more outstanding. Not only is his appearance not bad, but also the long gray hair combined with his appearance makes him look a bit eye-catching.

But even among the crowd on the street, most people tend to ignore Yi Shuyuan's existence.

This is not Yi Shuyuan's intention, because the pure Qi generates by itself and separates the dirty Qi, which naturally makes it difficult for ordinary people to notice.

It is easy to attract attention only if Yi Shuyuan is interested, or if there are some special people and special circumstances.

So even though there are still some guards and masters inside and outside Chengtianfu City secretly looking for Yi Shuyuan, it is not so easy to find him.

Several streets adjacent to Gongyuan are called Gongshi Street by people in the capital, and they are divided into southeast, northwest and northwest according to their directions.

At this moment, in an ordinary restaurant on Gongshi South Street, six people, including Yi Shuyuan, were sitting at a table in the corner.

Eight meat and vegetable dishes were ordered, and the rice bucket was placed on the corner of the table. Other than that, no wine was ordered.

"Everyone, we are destined to meet each other once, and today's meal is a farewell to each other! Mr. Chu is offering tea instead of wine, so we'll do it first as a token of respect!"

Everyone also raised their glasses.

"See you in the capital in three years!" "Yes, I have studied hard for three years and I will see you in the capital!"

"I plan to rent a house in the capital and study here for three years!"

"In that case, that's what I have in mind, why don't we live together?"

"If Brother Meng doesn't dislike it, of course I have no objection!"

"Come on, let's do it!" "Do it!" "Mr. Yi, please come too!"

"Yes, sir!"

The five people raised their glasses to invite each other with sincere words. Yi Shuyuan also picked up the tea cup and drank with them.

Then everyone put down their chopsticks and began to enjoy the lunch.

After the meal, the few people who cherished each other said goodbye with emotion. They promised to meet again in three years. The friendship between visiting Thirteenth Floor seemed to be very strong.

When they finally left the city, only Yi Shuyuan, Chu Hang and Yang Benzai were left. As for why Yang Benzai was there, there was only one answer: along the way.

It is much more cost-effective to go from the capital to Changfeng Mansion, and then take a boat or walk directly from there.

Many people here in the capital are charging exorbitant prices, and the prices in the capital also make it impossible for Yang Bencai to live here for three years and wait for the next meeting.

Naturally, Chu Hang and Yi Shuyuan had no objections to Yang Bencai's journey together. They knew Yang Bencai well and knew that he had this kind of character, but he was not a bad person.

Chu Hang hired a carriage to carry the three of them out of the capital. When they left the city, the two losers looked behind them with some reluctance.

The imperial examination is coming soon, and I don’t know who will be the top three this year. Maybe it will be Shi Niandong?

Yi Shuyuan was also looking back at the capital. He actually had a good impression of the current emperor, so he probably knew that at least in this imperial examination, those with real talent and practical knowledge would be among the top three.

They were probably those few. I saw several of them in the Zhengyan Hall that night, and one of them tried to strike up a conversation.

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Dayong's world is divided into twelve supervisory areas, and administratively, the state system is implemented. The state cities have jurisdiction over the counties, while the prefectural cities have no separate jurisdiction.

In addition to the Chengtian Mansion in the capital, the two closest houses, Changfeng and Dongyang, are all under direct control of the capital, so Chu Hang tells others that he is half a Chengtian man.

However, although Changfeng Mansion seems to be next to Chengtian Mansion, the road in between is not too close. Changfeng Mansion itself is a large government, and it is considered to be one of the few grain-producing areas in the surrounding areas such as the capital, and its jurisdiction is larger than that of ordinary states. The domain is still large.

The official road also passes through a large area of ​​mountains and wilderness, which is considered an extension of the Yanshan Mountains.

So even if we hire a carriage and horse, it will take at least three to five days to arrive at this slow pace, which is not much faster than a trot.

The car was shaky, but the official road was smooth and not too bumpy.

In the car, Yang Bencai took out the mattress from the book box and curled up on it to sleep. Chu Hang leaned on one side and dozed off. Only Yi Shuyuan took out the book he had refined earlier and wrote something on it with a pen.

A lot of things happened during this period. Yi Shuyuan didn't have time to write them down one by one, so now he is slowly making up for them.

"嘘嘚嘚嘚."

The coachman was a middle-aged man who cherished horsepower very much and seemed reluctant to shout while driving.

Yi Shuyuan heard the sound and looked towards the half-opened front curtain. He could see the coachman's back and part of the scenery outside the car.

We set off in the afternoon, and it took some time to find the car and buy food. It felt like we hadn't walked very long before the sky started to get dark.

"Master, sir?"

The driver called twice and looked back. At first, only Yi Shuyuan was looking at him. Now Chu Hang also rubbed his eyes and looked over.

"It's getting dark, and we can't reach the inn in front of us. I think we can find a place nearby to spend the night. It's not cold now."

"ah?"

Chu Hang suddenly woke up, sat upright and questioned the coachman.

"Brother, didn't you say that you could usually get to the inn before dark if you took this route before?"

"Alas, the horse is getting old and his steps are no longer as agile as before."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the old horse at the front of the car and nodded before Chu Hang could complain again.

"Okay, let's find a place nearby to rest for the night. There are no jackals, tigers or leopards on the edge of Yanshan Mountain."

With that said, Yi Shuyuan put away the book without leaving a trace, and turned Yin Chen back into a folding fan. At the same time, he moved to the front of the car and got out with the driver.

Chu Hang was thinking softly over there.

The driver held the reins and led the carriage away from the official road. Yi Shuyuan was also walking beside it, looking ahead, there was already a mountain range.

"Sir, there is an abandoned house. Those of us who work in the car dealership sometimes spend the night here to get shelter from the wind and rain."

Yi Shuyuan nodded without saying anything, but looked in the direction indicated by the driver.

Because both Chu Hang and Yang Bencai called Yi Shuyuan sir, and because of Yi Shuyuan's appearance and behavior, the coachman thought he was an elder and called him sir instead of young master.

The carriage and horses led them for a short distance, and they saw a house at the foot of the mountain. Although it was old, it had a brick roof, not a thatched house, and a courtyard with a skewed fence.

There are only two or three trees nearby, and there are overgrown grasses around the yard, but fortunately the yard is still tidy.

The carriage was pulled into the yard, and the driver found a place to tie the reins while shouting.

"Both gentlemen, please come down and make do with it for one night. Get up early tomorrow!"

Yi Shuyuan had already reached a corner of the courtyard, where there was a small temple with a width and height only as big as an arm. There was a clay Bodhisattva sitting in the temple.