Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 858 The Brief Reappearance of the Sixteen Wonders
In the Mo Mansion, Shi Sheng sat with Mo Yiming until daybreak, and the old man fell asleep in his son's arms.

The servant, who was a little tired and sleepy last night, came over hurriedly, but when he saw the scene in front of the old master's house, he was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The servant came forward tremblingly.

"Master, are you back? My old master..."

Shi Sheng looked at the person who came, his eyes were calm and there was no blame, but he knew that no matter what the reason was, this person was not here last night, and Mo Congxian would definitely punish him.

"Dad just fell asleep. Go tell Congxian that I'm back. Also tell someone to go and call Xiaorong home! Go as fast as you can and there won't be any mistakes!"

"Yes!"

The servant trotted away worriedly.

Soon, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard. Mo Congxian and his wife and several servants had arrived at the backyard. Mo Congxian was even a little disheveled, and his wife Tang Liyun had no time to put on any makeup. His nephews and nieces looked sleepy.

After all, it was just dawn and it was still early. The sound of roosters crowing could be heard one after another in Mingzhou City.

"Brother. Dad..."

Shi Sheng glanced at Mo Congxian.

"Dad is just asleep now. Come, help me put him to bed."

"Hey!"

Mo Congxian hurried forward, and without the help of servants, the two brothers carefully carried their father to the bed.

It was only then that Mo Congxian suddenly realized that his father had become so light!

A few years ago, Mo Yiming liked to study food, at least he looked relatively wealthy, but now...
The people behind followed in carefully.

Shi Sheng asked again.

"Have you sent someone to call Xiaorong?"

Sister-in-law Tang Liyun quickly replied.

"They have already been sent out, uncle, dad."

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing for Dad!"

After Mo Yiming woke up last night, he realized that his wife had passed away long ago and his three children had grown up and were able to take care of themselves.

At that moment, Shi Sheng understood that his father's time was approaching, and it would come much earlier than originally expected, but perhaps for his father, there was really nothing to worry about.

Of course, although Shi Sheng had no intention of extending his father's life, there would be no problem in letting his sister catch up, not to mention that she had just attended Zhenlong's wedding banquet.

In fact, logically speaking, just this meal of wine alone would greatly increase one's vitality. It can only be said that Mo Yiming's own intentions also played a dominant role, but this meal of wine would definitely not be in vain.

Four or five days later, in a wealthy mansion far away in another state, Mo Xiaorong, whose maidservant could hardly catch up with her, hurried to the front yard and saw the servants of the Mo mansion, who were exhausted.

Because of the elixir she took in her early years, even though she is already older, Mo Xiaorong still looks radiant and has that mature charm without the feeling of oldness.

But Mo Xiaorong, who used to make many young rich girls in the city feel ashamed, turned pale when she saw the servants of the Mo Mansion today.

Before the other party spoke, Mo Xiaorong already had a premonition.

"Miss, the master ordered me to come here as fast as possible so that you can return quickly."

"Tell me, tell me what happened?"

Mo Xiaorong's voice trembled slightly, and the servants of the Mo Mansion shook their heads.

"No, I didn't say anything. But. Miss, please go back soon."

"Well, Mingxiang, go and call the master and the young lady. Quickly, tell them that I want to go back to Mingzhou immediately."

"Yes!"

The maid left in a hurry, and soon called the other masters of the mansion.

Mo Xiaorong, whose intuition was always accurate, simply said it, and her husband and children immediately packed up some things and set off for Mingzhou with her.

After that, he traveled day and night for several days, and when he returned to Mingzhou, the time he took was almost the same as that of a servant of the Mo Mansion riding a horse at full speed.——
By the pond deep in the Hele Mountain, the red silk banquet has disappeared, but the mountain flowers are still in full bloom. However, for the time being, only the Great Toad King is left here.

Yan Bo and Yuan Zhaoning returned to the stilt house in the outer mountains to grow flowers. Yaci and Chanqin had stayed here long enough and must return to Beihai.

Bai He also said goodbye and left after his daughter and son-in-law left.

As for Mr. Yi and the Fairy Taiyin, they also said goodbye and left. "Oh, if I had known I would have been thicker-skinned and followed them. They should have gone to Mingzhou, right? No, that's not appropriate."

The Great Toad King had no good reason to keep following Yi Shuyuan and others, and even less reason to follow the female fairies of the Taiyin Palace.

Although Fairy Zhuo Qing resembled Fairy Mi Li, she was not her after all. The Great Toad King did not want Fairy Mi Li's sister to dislike him and thus damage his image in front of Fairy Mi Li. Moreover, if he followed her, Taiyin Palace would probably not welcome him into the mountain gate.
Even though the Great Toad King heard from his daughter that Fairy Zhuo Qing had said in private that he and Fairy Mi Li were impossible, the Great Toad King did not care at all. If he did not say so, he would not be Fairy Mi Li!

"At least Fairy Mi Li still mentioned me to her sister! At least she still cares about me."

The Toad King grinned, leaped up and jumped into the pool with a "splash".
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In Mingzhou City, Yi Shuyuan and others who had already left Hele Mountain were also here. In addition to Qi Zhongbin and Yan Shouyun, there were also Du Xiaolin and Zhuo Qing. The other Taiyin female fairies returned to Taiyin Mountain first under the leadership of Shi Wei.

At a gate of Mingzhou City, two carriages and several horsemen had hurried into the city, and then rushed to the Mo family without stopping.

"Sir, why don't we go directly to the Mo Mansion?"

Hui Mian, who saw this scene on the street, couldn't help but say this, but Yi Shuyuan shook his head.

"Let the Mo family get along well. It's not appropriate for us to cause trouble at this time. Let's go. Qingyuan Street is ahead. It's time to let Shouyun understand my Qiankun Yifa ability."

Yan Shouyun was cheered up after hearing this, his eyes lit up and were full of anticipation, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

But everyone else probably understood.

When Yi Shuyuan first came to Qingyuan Teahouse to tell stories, the teahouse was deserted. Later, it became famous and experienced prosperity and depression.

Today, Yi Shuyuan once again stands at the door of Qingyuan Teahouse. Like many ordinary teahouses, this teahouse has average business and is frequented by some old tea drinkers.

Of course, all the teahouse waiters and managers that Yi Shuyuan knew back then are no longer around.

"Sir, your old sign is still there!"

Hui Mian said this, leading everyone to look in the direction of its claws, only to see that there was another larger sign behind the sign hanging on the teahouse counter, but it was not a menu for tea and snacks.

The sign read: "This building once had the sixteenth wonder of Mingzhou."

At this time, the waiters and the owner of the teahouse all saw the people coming. There was a group of them, and there were two women who attracted a lot of attention. Even though Du Xiaolin and Zhuo Qing had cast a spell to cover up their looks, they were still very pretty in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Oh, several guests would like to drink tea, please come in!"

Yi Shuyuan took a step forward and looked at the sign over there.

"They are drinking tea, how about I read a passage from a book here?"

"Storytelling? This gentleman?"

"Just trying."

"Well, that's fine."

At one table, four people and one mink sat down and ordered fragrant tea and candied dried fruits. The other table was occupied by Yi Shuyuan alone. He took out a ruler and placed a folding fan in it. Everyone knew at a glance that he was going to tell a story, and he immediately attracted the attention of many tea drinkers.

"This gentleman wants to tell a story?" "Storyteller, what do you want to tell?"

"Yes, what do you want to tell?" "Do you have any talent? This Qingyuan Tower storytelling once had the story of Mingzhou's sixteenth wonder. If you don't have the talent, don't ruin the reputation, right?"

“Hahahahahaha.” “Yeah, yeah, but you can try.”

The tea drinkers were talking and laughing, but they didn't really mean to look down on others. It was more of a teasing tone. The shopkeeper over there was also smiling and shaking his head.

Yi Shuyuan didn't care at all. Not to mention him, other real storytellers would not take these words to heart either.

But there are some things that can still be responded to.

"Of course I have the ability, and it's quite a bit!"

"What skills do you have? Are you good at ventriloquism?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and looked at the person who asked the question, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish".

"When the folding fan is spread out, the myriad emotions of the Dao are melted, and the heavenly and earthly evil spirits show their mysterious changes; when the ruler is struck, waves rise up, and all sentient beings are rolling in the world of mortals! The so-called skill of storytelling is to immerse yourself in the scene with your voice."

On this day, Mingzhou's sixteenth unique skill reappeared in Qingyuan Tower!

At the end of the day, not only was Qingyuan Tower packed with tea drinkers, it even blocked the street outside. Yan Shouyun was also shocked by what he heard, for he could tell that his master had not used any magic at all.

On the same day, in the Mo Mansion, Mo Yiming, who had been waiting for his daughter, passed away surrounded by his children, grandchildren, and some relatives and friends who had rushed over. The end of his life was fixed on August 15th.

The last story that Yi Shuyuan will tell today is the story of Mo Yiming, a legendary figure in Mingzhou Tea Market, and the stone boy in his family!
(End of this chapter)