Waste wood knows everything

The new overflowing grass from Wanyao Building will not be delivered until tomorrow, so they have to stay in Wanling City for another night.

Wanling City is very suitable for shopping. If it weren't for his special situation now, Siran would really like to go shopping.

It's just that with his current cultivation base, if he runs around in Wanling City alone, it's like a little chicken wandering in the forest. Maybe a weasel will come out somewhere.

It would be fine if Xie Rongqing and Yun Mo followed, but putting Jianxiu and shopping together, the painting style is always a bit wrong, and if you have to be next to this person, the fun of shopping will be ruthlessly halved.

Siran finally returned to the inn obediently

As soon as he entered the inn door, a line of sight that cannot be ignored was projected directly on him.

Siran keenly looked in the direction of the source of the line of sight, and met Gu Ling's furrowed eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.

Siran thought, he was just going out for a morning, and it was only lunch time.

What's wrong with Gu Ling, why is he unhappy again?

When Siran walked to the second floor, he was stopped by Gu Ling in the corridor and dragged into Gu Ling's room.

After entering the room, Gu Ling leaned against the door, grinding his teeth: "Why do you want to get involved in everything!?"

Siran was at a loss: "What's wrong with me?"

These four words were like firecrackers lit by Huo Xing, Gu Ling exploded in an instant, and said angrily, "You don't know!?"

Siran proficiently smoothed his hair: "I'll know after you tell me."

"It's just going out to buy something with others, and you can make a storm in the city!" Gu Ling gritted his teeth a bit, "What does Jianzong's shopping have to do with you? Why do you have to get involved? Are you in a hurry? I'm afraid that I'm too safe, so I want to die!?"

"Wait," Siran was surprised, "The news spread so quickly? How long did it take? How did you know this?"

Gu Ling got stuck in an instant: "This, this is not important!"

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration: "You also followed?"

Like a dog whose foot has been stepped on, Gu Ling frowned and said, "No!"

"You can go if you want, it's nothing," Si Ran understood, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the situation at the scene is within the controllable range, and I won't make fun of my own safety."

Gu Ling twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's still controllable? If it wasn't for the alchemist Duan coming, how would you end up? If it's really because you interfered with the matter of buying Lingzhi, do you know what you will face later! ? Do you really think those high-ranking monks are all benevolent?"

"I understand, I understand, I was wrong, I was wrong too much," Siran admitted his mistake decisively, "From now on, I will be absolutely wise, keep myself as quiet as a chicken, and be able to keep quiet and be honest and do good things!"

Gu Ling: "..."

Gu Ling met Siran's curved eyes, and the words that filled his stomach disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he didn't utter a single word after holding it in for a long time.

He turned around angrily, found a corner, and meditated facing the wall.

Siran found it interesting, so he simply found a random place in this room and sat cross-legged, while practicing, absorbing all kinds of knowledge provided by the treasure book.

For a time, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Before Siran came here, the original Sanpo and Gu Ling were in this way of getting along.

Sanpo's reactions to the outside world are limited, usually it is Gu Ling who is cursing violently alone, and then Sanpo silently stares at the sky in a daze, occasionally nodding and shaking his head, and saying "oh", which is already considered rare .

Si Ran compared Gu Ling's words and deeds in his memory and now, and was surprised to find that after he came here, Gu Ling's temper seemed to have improved a bit on the surface.

The words are still thorny, but the language is much more civilized, and the frequent swearing is forced back, which makes the whole person more and more unhappy.

As the evening approached, Siran returned to his room.

He thought he would see Yun Mo, a ruthless training machine meditating on the bed with his eyes closed, but he met Yun Mo's clear eyes as soon as he opened the door.

Siran closed the door slowly: "Good evening?"

"...Good evening," Yun Mo paused for a moment before replying.

He was standing by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his side face, making his eyebrows and eyes particularly deep, and because he was dressed in black, he seemed to be integrated with the shadows.

Si Ran thought inopportunely that the swordsmen in various literary works he used to imagine were all dressed in white and looked as cold as immortals, so that they had the flavor of the flowers of Gaoling.

However, perhaps because of his temperament, a swordsman dressed in black like Yun Mo also looks like a fairy.

It's just that if you really want to say it, it's more like a demon than a fairy, anyway, they are the kind that don't have feelings.

"Thank you for today's matter." On the low cabinet next to Yun Mo, there was a small pile of spirit stones at some point. You can take it."

Siran didn't expect this incident to be over yet: "It's unnecessary..."

Yun Mo insisted: "Thank you."

Siran also insisted: "It's really not necessary."

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, but finally they were defeated.

"Then I'll just take a thousand spirit stones." Siran really couldn't bear to take so many spirit stones from Jianzong, "I remember hearing Senior Xie mention that Jianzong originally planned to use a thousand spirit stones to buy Liu Yi If you really want to thank me, one thousand is enough."

These words are reasonable, Yun Mo paused, then nodded lightly: "If you insist on doing this, that's fine."

Hearing this, Si Ran quickly put a thousand spirit stones into the storage bag, and slipped decisively to his bedside for fear of Yun Mo's repentance, leaned on the bed, and pretended to close his eyes to rest his mind.

He thought to himself, the sword cultivator is really the same as the rumors.

Don't owe a trace of favor, don't touch any karma.

That night, Siran rolled under the bed without any accident.

He still rolled himself into a quilt roll, and lay on the ground with the quilt. The poor quilt stayed on the bed well, and was forced to mop the floor innocently every night.

Yun Mo opened his eyes, and was about to return Siran to the original bed like last night, when his spiritual power was half concentrated, he paused, remembering what Siran said yesterday.

Siran denies the fact that he falls out of bed when he sleeps, and firmly believes that he sleeps peacefully.

Yun Mo withdrew his spiritual power.

This is what he thinks, every monk must understand and master his own weaknesses, so as not to be exploited by others.

And restless sleep... seems to be a kind of weakness.

So Yun Mo just spread out the quilt lightly, so as not to let Si Ran sleep deeply on the ground after twisting his face to the ground again.

It was strange to say that after sleeping on the ground, Siran became uncharacteristically quiet, as if there were thorns growing on the bed and a big seal was formed on the ground.

Early the next morning, after Siran woke up from the mist, he found himself lying on the ground with a pillow, half of the quilt under his body and half of the quilt on his body, which was quite tightly covered.

Seeing this, Xie Rongqing, who pushed the door open at the same time, couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Siran fell into deep thought: "I—"

His gaze fell into the void, obviously not focused yet, and it took him a long time to slowly move to the wooden bed beside him, staring at it for a while.

Si Ran suddenly realized, and said firmly: "Sure enough, it's the bed."

Yun Mo, who was watching from the side: "...?"

How on earth did you come to this conclusion?

This morning, Yun Mo and the others had just arrived at the Wanyao Building, and yesterday's supervisor was already waiting there. The new four-turn Liuyi grass had already been prepared, and it was a four-turn plant. detection.

The appearance is intact, the color is full, the inspection is qualified, high-quality products, Lingzhi is packed in an exquisite jade box, which is carefully put away by Yun Mo.

After the task of coming to Wanling City to buy Lingzhi was completed, several people got on the flying spirit weapon and headed towards Jianzong.

The speed of the spirit boat can only be considered average. After about three or four hours, and in the middle of the afternoon, when the sun above his head was gradually sinking, Siran, who was sitting in the boat, felt a slight pause in the body of the boat and stopped. down.

He looked out of the window, only to see a dense white mist lingering around, with jagged peaks faintly visible in it, which felt a bit like a fairyland.

He followed Yun Mo and lowered the flying spirit weapon.

There is a rock slab with water vapor under the feet, and a curved stone step spreads to the distance. The fog on the ground has lightened a lot, and lush trees can be seen around. fragrance.

After walking up about dozens of steps, I saw a rock carved into a mountain gate, which is not luxurious, but has a peculiar charm.

Beside the mountain gate stands a huge black stone tablet, which is covered with sword marks. On the top of the stone tablet, two large characters are engraved——

Sword Sect.

Siran looked up, and just glanced at it lightly, and there was an indescribable huge impact on his face!

The two characters engraved by the sword marks seem to carry the immeasurable sword intent of the engraver. They are extremely fierce, sharp but not sharp, free and easy but not indulgent. On the unfathomable surface of the sea, it can only surge with the huge waves like a small boat.

Gu Ling, who was looking at the past at the same time as him, had already been blank, and stood still with his eyes wide open. It should have been the same. After all, ordinary people are extremely difficult to resist this sword spirit, and they tend to be immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves, unless outsiders Wake it up, otherwise you can only break free after exhausting all your mental strength.

However, before Siran was immersed in this sword intent, the two sharp characters in his eyes were suddenly occupied by countless dog heads.

Yellow, cute head portrait of Shiba Inu, commonly known as doge, densely covered a large area.

Si Ran's half-prepared pupil quake stopped abruptly. He looked at the dog's head everywhere, closed his eyes expressionlessly, and asked the culprit in his mind: "Shu'er, what's going on?"

The treasure book invites credit: [These two words carry a strong sword intent, which will seduce the mind, so I blocked it! 】

"..." Thinking of the dense doge, Siran felt mentally polluted, "You use this dog head to shield? Are you shielding it for me or shielding it for me?"

The author has something to say: Siran: This book is hopeless, sold for fifty cents a catty.