Waste wood knows everything

【knowledge is power. 】

【Knowledge alters your fate. 】

【You will have infinite knowledge, and you will also have infinite power, your destiny will be in your control, and you will become the manipulator of thousands of worlds. 】

"Wow, that's amazing," Siran admired sincerely, "Then, can I have a double-layer fruit and vegetable spicy beef Big Mac burger?"

On the floating book in front of him, the handwriting was messed up for a moment.

This book is about the size of an A4 paper, four fingers wide, with a hardcover cover and a hard shell of pure black. There are incomprehensible patterns drawn on it. It seems to be a kind of writing. Only the word "treasure book" can be barely recognized at the end.

The book was open, and on the pure white paper were written the first three paragraphs that were philosophical, but useless to Siran's current situation.

Baoshu: [I can provide you with infinite knowledge. 】

Siran: "Do you have a hamburger?"

Baoshu: [The power of knowledge is reflected in the process of you absorbing them and transforming them into yourself. I cannot interfere with this process, and it can only be realized by you. 】

Siran: "Do you have a hamburger?"

Baoshu: [...No. 】

Siran nodded: "Is there any wound medicine?"

Baoshu: [...No. 】

Siran: "Do you have a cell phone?"

Baoshu: [No. 】

Siran: "Is there a portal for Doraemon?"

Baoshu: [No! 】

Siran: "Yes—"

Baoshu: [No! ! ! 】

Siran was silent for a long time: "Very good, you have learned to answer quickly."

Treasure Book: […]

Siran said happily: "You can still use exclamation points, and you have used three in a row, three!"

Treasure Book: […]

The pure black book suspended in front of him closed himself with a snap, and silently floated to the opposite side of the hole, facing the wall with the cover, and began to shut himself up.

Seeing this, Si Ran laughed unsympathetically, and accidentally pulled the wound on his body, and his whole face was distorted for a moment.

He was lying at the bottom of a pothole five or six meters deep, looking up at the far mouth of the hole, laughing and wondering why he fell into this situation.

A few minutes ago, he was sitting in his own home.

It was 39 degrees hot summer outside, and the air conditioner was turned on at [-] or [-] degrees, and he was wrapped in a soft air-conditioned quilt, with a plate of watermelon on his left and right, a can of Coke in his right hand, and a plush pillow wrapped around his leg. On the computer screen, the copy was just halfway through.

Fairy days.

As a result, there was a pain in the head, the whole body became dizzy, the eyes closed and opened, and the painting style of the originally warm house changed in a blink of an eye.

To be honest, his first reaction was that some netizen who had strangled him crawled over the network cable to punish him.

Siran shouted: A time travel without experiencing sudden death, lightning strike, flooding, and falling toilet is not a qualified time travel!

He just appeared in a pit for no apparent reason.

So bad, so bad.

When he first came here, he half leaned against the wall of the pothole, and his image was particularly miserable.

His long hair was disheveled, his face was covered with mud and blood, his head and feet hurt everywhere, and he felt like his lungs were about to explode when he took a breath.

Siran felt his ribs calmly and was sure that one was broken.

He tugged at the loose long hair again, it hurt, it wasn't a wig.

The skin on his hands is delicate and there are no calluses left by long-term use of hard pens. His nails are long and slender, completely different from his previous bald nails. The little insects parked on a grass in the distance can be seen clearly.

This is not his own body.

Si Ran supported the cave wall and stood up, took a breath, raised his head and was startled by the treasure book floating in the air at some time, his hand shook, and he slapped his whole body, then landed successfully on his back.

It hurt him so much to fall.

During the few minutes when he was so painful that he doubted his life, the black-covered book was slowly opened, and the first three paragraphs slowly emerged on the white pages.

It is extremely philosophical, fully embodies the preciousness of knowledge, shows the author's love and yearning for knowledge, and his determination to try to influence others to yearn for knowledge——

grass (a type of plant).

Siran closed his eyes, he is very hungry now, his body hurts, and he came to this ghost place for no reason, he only hopes to have high-calorie junk food to comfort his soul.

If it doesn't work, take some wound medicine to comfort your body.

Or, give him a mobile phone, without a mobile phone in his hand, not a complete hand.

Of course, it would be best to have a portal to take him back to his hut.

None of this, however.

After some gags, Siran calmed down his mood after the volcanic eruption and flood, and asked calmly, "What are you?"

The treasure book that was huddled in a corner floated over again, and opened the pages: [My name is Koukou Baoshu. 】

Siran reminded: "You are blocked."

Baoshu: [That's because you still don't know my complete existence. 】

Siran said "Oh": "Didn't you say that you would provide me with infinite knowledge? Now I don't even know your name, is this considered false propaganda?"

Baoshu: 【You are only in the Qi refining period now, and I will only provide knowledge that can be known during the Qi refining period. If it exceeds the scope, I need to provide spiritual power. My complete title, with your current spiritual power, is still unknown. 】

After a sudden pause: "What?"

Baoshu: [My complete title, with your current spiritual power, is still unknown. 】

Siran propped himself up slowly, and sat up halfway: "No, the first sentence."

Baoshu: [You are only in the Qi refining period——]

Siran turned pale with shock: "Qi refining period—wait a minute, did I not only wear a body, but also a civilization? What about my technological civilization? Where's my cell phone, computer, and air conditioner? I haven't finished chasing novels and TV shows." Woolen cloth!?"

Treasure Book: […]

After going through life-to-life, life-and-death, bone marrow, and world-shattering in-depth exchanges with Baoshu, Siran finally has a general understanding of the current situation.

He, Siran, a 25-year-old adult male in the technological civilization, crossed the barrier of space and became a boy with the same name in the cultivation civilization.

However, according to Baoshu, whether it is Siran on the earth or the current "Siran", they are all one person in essence.

Baoshu: [Accurately speaking, this is not time travel, but the return of the soul. 】

Treasure book: [Humans have three souls and seven souls, you on earth have three souls and four souls, and you in the cultivation world have the remaining three souls, so you came to this world because your soul returned to its place. 】

"Okay, very good, very good," Siran said, "Obviously I take the lead, why don't the remaining three souls return to me, but I return to the shell of the cultivation world?"

How wonderful is the technological civilization!

Baoshu: [A pure soul cannot cross the barrier of space, you are the only choice when you come here. 】

Siran: "..."

Ah, so sad.

Under this only choice, Siran merged with his remaining three souls in the realm of comprehension.

Consciousness cannot be born without a soul, so this "Si Ran" in the cultivation world, before Si Ran's arrival, completely relies on the little instinct provided by the soul to act.

He has no consciousness, no thinking, can make simple responses to the outside world, and can store knowledge-in short, it is a simple interactive AI.

In the eyes of outsiders, such a person is a bit... stupid.

Under the guidance of the treasure book, Siran consciously absorbed the memories stored by the three souls, and then realized... the life of the three souls he was living outside was really miserable, leaving him a nightmare forcibly start.

Suffocating.

Summarizing the memory of "Siran" in the cultivation world for the past 18 years, it is a difficult journey of survival for the second generation of waste chaixiu.

The sect that "Siran" belongs to is called Xianyun Sect. The sect is divided into twelve peaks, and the manager of each peak is called the peak master, and his father in name is the peak master of the No.12 peak. —— Si Xingfeng.

Si Xingfeng brought Si Ran to Xianyunzong when he was six years old, and tested his spiritual roots, and it turned out to be five spiritual roots.

What is the concept of Wulinggen? It is almost the tractor in Linggen, the mudslide in aptitude, and the miscellaneous work in Xianyunzong is almost Wulinggen. Basically, they are standing still in the Qi refining period.

Then, Siran was released.

Although his aptitude is not good, at least he has the title of the only son of Si Xingfeng, and his cultivation resources are still very rich, and he can almost have the treatment of an inner disciple.

Siran has no self-awareness, and his personality is dull, silent, dull and mentally retarded. At first, the disciples of the same peak would be afraid of him because of his identity, but gradually, they found that this person is like a piece of wood. After speaking, Siran successfully became a sandbag for Quanfeng's disciples to vent their emotions.

Eating, sleeping, and playing suddenly are not just talking.

A month ago, after Si Xingfeng reported that his lifespan was about to end, Si Ran's situation became more and more difficult.

Three days ago, Si Xingfeng announced that he would be closed to death and hand over all the powers of the Twelve Peaks.

Just a few hours ago, some disciples made a joint plan, beat up Siran, took away his storage utensils, and then threw him into this deep pit.

During the qi refining period, it is still impossible to fast. If there is no such thing as crossing, this shell in the cultivation world will undoubtedly die.

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head... It's too cruel to die from starvation and thirst, tsk," Siran unconsciously tapped his knee with his right hand, "Right? Where's my Jianzong's bodyguard? So—so big Why is a bodyguard missing?"

Before Si Xingfeng died, he seemed to have awakened a trace of paternal love, thinking that he still had a child.

With Siran's aptitude to refine qi after 12 years of five-spirit root cultivation, it is difficult for him to survive in this cultivation world where the weak eat the strong.

So he made a deal with Jianzong.

Si Xingfeng used a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill and hired Yun Mo, a genius from the lineage of Jianzong, to protect Si Ran's safety for a hundred years.

Logically speaking, the bodyguard should have arrived yesterday, but there was no sign of him until now.

"Yunmo... isn't it?" Siran rubbed his rumbling stomach, and the illusion of Hamburg almost appeared in front of his eyes, "It's decided, I want to hate him."

The author has something to say: Yun Mo:? ? ?

Yun Mo: I haven't played yet.