Waste wood knows everything

It was pitch black all around.

Si Ran felt in a trance that he was floating in the Milky Way, and there were faintly dotted bright spots in front of him, like countless distant stars. He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped, and the countless stars scattered in all directions, turning into a sky full of stars.

A tome with a pitch-black cover and pages exuding soft golden light rushed over at a [-]-meter sprint, and hovered in front of his eyes anxiously.

"I said it's harmful to the body! You, you, you! You come here a second time if it's not enough! I'm so pissed off... blah blah..." The thin and soft voice was extremely angry, and it sounded like a small dog little things.

The voice was chirping for a long time, just like a milk cat whimpering. At the beginning, Si Ran didn't realize the source of the voice, until the whispering in his ears gradually weakened, and the treasure book in front of him no longer flapped livelyly. The pages of the book, he reacted, and tentatively asked: "Book?"

Maybe it took a long time to react, or maybe the meaning of uncertainty in this sentence was too strong, the hovering treasure book froze for a moment, and the next second, the pages of the book stood up one by one, and the tone of the soft voice raised eight At a high speed, like a hairy: "You, you didn't recognize me!"

Siran: "..."

Siran tried to make amends, and immediately changed the subject, with a particularly sincere tone: "I didn't expect that your voice is quite cute."

On weekdays, Baoshu and his communication are all in words, such as block letters, cursive, bold and bold, when you are happy, you use round pink words, when you are unhappy, you use blue ants to crawl, and when you are angry, you always use bright red and bold to swipe the screen. Crazy is probably a colorful screen, and he was lucky enough to see it once before he passed out.

"Really, really?" The erected pages of the book immediately softened a little, and Bao Shu let out a few small sniggering sounds, "It's okay, it's so-so, hehehehehe..."

Goldfish still has seven seconds of memory, and Baoshu's memory must be halved at least.

Siran really feels that the peak of the IQ of this book was when the two of them met for the first time. .

Although this space is dark, it is filled with a drowsy warmth. It is rare for Si Ran to relax his body and mind like this. He stopped talking, and the precious book closed its pages, floating quietly in his lap. beside.

Consciousness gradually blurred, but gradually became clear again, as if being pulled from one illusory world to another, Baoshu rubbed against him, and said in a disappointed tone, "You're about to wake up."

Siran wanted to touch it, but was avoided, so he could only say: "Am I in a dream?"

"It doesn't count, you just fell into a deep sleep because your body was too exhausted, and your consciousness wandered around in the real world." Baoshu rubbed against Si Ran again, and when Si Ran wanted to reach out to touch him, he ran away again. Yuan, "Okay, okay, wake up if you want to, from now on...don't do this again!"

Siran looked at the fingertips that were ruthlessly dodged when he tried to touch the book twice, feeling a little unwilling, thinking angrily: He must touch it next time!

The galaxy in front of him gradually lit up, but his consciousness sank into the endless depths.

Outside, the eyelashes of the young man lying on the bed trembled, he opened his eyes, and the golden color in the depths of his pupils flashed past.

Ah, woke up.

Siran was still in the unconscious period after waking up, staring at the curtain above his head and counting the plaid patterns on it, until after counting three times, he propped himself up and tried to get out of bed.

As soon as he poked his hand out of the bed, he was blocked by a hard barrier. Before Siran had time to think about it, the soreness overflowing from his hair to his toes made him instantly KO. I have practiced all the muscles in my feet without the feeling of extreme accumulation of lactic acid after stretching, which is ecstasy.

Siran let out a scream, and straightened his body like a dried salted fish. The salted fish stared at the dead fish eyes for a while, and then tremblingly touched the barrier he felt before.

The more you touch it, the colder you feel.

At the edge of the bed, a golden barrier stood straight up, blocking Siran in this small bed, Sir bent his knuckles and knocked, only felt that the barrier was hard. , It hurts my fingers.

This Jianzong shouldn't be such a dog, what are you doing to kill the donkey?

Siran's persecution paranoid attack, with a blank face, he imagined countless conspiracies and schemes in an instant, and almost cried himself, when he saw the door of the house being pushed open, Yun Mo , Qi Feng and Qi Yan rushed over in a hurry.

Seeing Siran poking at the barrier in a daze, Yun Mo raised his hand and lifted it, approached and bent down, and lowered his voice: "How do you feel?"

Siran raised his head to avoid his gaze: "It's okay."

Yun Mo frowned slightly, his eyes fell on his unnaturally stiff limbs, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Siran felt that the gaze was as hot as it was, and the place it touched caused bursts of burning heat. He shrank back under the quilt and said honestly: "My muscles are a little sore."

"Doctor Liu came to see you several times, and said that you are a little qi and blood deficiency, and your lungs and meridians are injured, but they have been cured by the elixir." Qi Feng changed his clothes. It became a big inch, it must have been struck by lightning, "It's just that you won't wake up for a long time, and we are also very worried, afraid that you will hurt your soul or other places."

Siran looked at Qi Feng's tight cut head: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days," Qi Feng said, he looked at Siran with a strange inquiry in his eyes, when Siran looked back, Qi Feng coughed lightly twice, but still couldn't hold it back, and said with a smile, " You are probably the only one we have ever seen, you are so lively even in a coma, Yun Mo's previous evaluation is really good."

Siran was taken aback: "What?"

"You yourself, do you really feel nothing at all?" Qi Feng said with a smile, "You have been in a coma for the past three days, and you must have rolled off the bed every half an hour. Once you rolled to the ground, you became quiet and motionless Yep, Yun Mo guarded you for three days, staring at you and carrying you back to bed."

Siran: "..."

Qi Feng continued: "At the back, you probably have some repulsion to our spiritual power. As soon as you lifted it up, you rolled down in an instant, so I had to erect a barrier on the edge of the bed, lest you catch cold if you sleep on the ground for a long time."

Siran: "..."

With many witnesses in front of him, the evidence was overwhelming, Siran could no longer say "I sleep peacefully", blushed for a long time, gave up the treatment and said: "Sorry, I have caused you trouble."

It turned out that his sleeping posture was really that bad.

It seems that the problem is not the bed, but the problem of people. You have worked hard for the bed that he has kept for many years.

"Don't say that. If you hadn't helped me in this matter, the thousand-year-old Jianzong sect might not exist anymore," Qi Feng said quickly, the sincerity and sincerity in his tone could not be faked, " According to your request, the three of us have already made an oath of heart demons and will not tell the matter to the outside world. The rest of the disciples and elders are not aware of your help. I would like to thank you on their behalf. If you have any requests, Although, as long as it does not violate ethics, our Sword Sect will definitely do our best to complete it!"

Qi Feng's status in Jianzong is not low. There are eight elders in Jianzong, and Qi Feng is one of them. He is in charge of various affairs of Jianzong.

"It doesn't need to be like this. In fact, it means that Jianzong owes me a favor? That's right," Siran was not used to this kind of straightforward and eager gratitude. He forcibly turned this matter into a simple exchange. Some said bluntly, "Then...then let's do this, how about—"

Siran originally wanted Jianzong to help collect some spiritual objects, but then he thought that second- and third-level spiritual objects are no longer like first-order spiritual objects, which can be picked up anywhere, and many of them need to be bought with spirit stones. Jianzong now It is the moment of post-disaster reconstruction, so it is better not to burden them in vain.

He changed his words and said: "There is a monk named Gu Ling who came to Jianzong with me, and now lives in the handyman area of ​​​​Jianlan Peak. He is 17 years old this year. Guidance, I wonder if Jianzong can accept him as a disciple to guide swordsmanship?"

Gu Ling has been groping and practicing swordsmanship by himself since he was a child, and he can see that he also yearns for sword repair, but Jianzong has strict standards for accepting apprentices, and Gu Ling's talent is not bad, but he is a little older. All children under the age of 12.

Since the usual way didn't work, Siran wondered if he could use a back door.

Qi Feng was stunned when he heard the words: "This..."

After a sudden pause: "Can't you?"

Qi Feng quickly said: "Of course."

It's not impossible, but it's too simple, just accepting one more disciple. What's more, although the 17-year-old foundation-building period is not a genius, it is also a talent for the upper-middle class. If I also love swordsmanship, apart from age, I am It has reached Jianzong's recruitment standard.

Qi Feng wanted to say something else, but when he saw this, he felt a pain in his head, and hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, what happened to the person injured by the lightning this time? I remember when I was on Linguan Peak, I saw the cloud Mo brought a seriously injured person here, how is the situation now?”

The lightning around the main peak was not considered intense, but considering that these sword cultivators had metal products in their hands, each of them had the potential to be a human-shaped lightning rod. Maybe someone out of their mind came to ask the sky with a sword. This is not a natural disaster. It was a man-made disaster.

Qi Yan squeezed between Qi Feng and Yun Mo, his dark face was already white, but there was still a little bit on the tip of his nose, he stroked his beard, and said: "Hmph, with the old man here, there is still some What's the problem? After all, this old man is also an eighth-rank alchemist, half of the person you mentioned is about to be chopped off, and this old man is alive and kicking as soon as he drops a vitality pill!"

Siran showed admiration, and then asked: "Does the pill need money?"

Qi Yan shuddered: "This old man is an eighth-rank alchemist! It's just a few pills, and they are naturally free."

He twirled a knotted beard, and impatiently plucked it off, his voice was a little low: "This matter, after all, I still have something to do with the old man..."

"Actually, it's mainly Danfang's problem," Siran said, "Is Danfang in your hand? Show me, and I'll mark out the wrong places."

Qi Yan's eyes brightened: "Really?"

Siran said reservedly: "Of course, my after-sales service is still very thoughtful."

After all, the correct formula of Yuqing Dandan has long been included in the exchanged knowledge.

Qi Yan twirled the storage ring on his thumb, and passed a few pieces of yellowed paper over. Although the cultivation world mostly uses jade slips to record information, like some precious ancient books or prescriptions, they still use paper products or Carried by some special materials.

Si Ran glanced at it, stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the wrong place, Qi Yan quickly handed over a pen, and Si Ran drew in circles with the vermilion pen, changing a few seemingly inconspicuous but extremely crucial points.

Qi Yan leaned over and watched, the more he looked, the more he couldn't move his eyes away. After Si Ran finished writing, he fell into a somewhat insane state of intoxication. He grabbed Danfang and rushed out, presumably looking for a place to meditate went.

Qi Feng stretched out his hand to try to keep him, but he only grabbed a small piece of broken clothes, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed, coughed twice: "Qi Alchemy has such a personality, more... free and easy, please don't mind."

Siran pulled up the quilt: "It's okay."

Qi Yan's character is quite comfortable to get along with, just like the old man next door, you don't have to worry too much, just chat a few words if you want, the old man has a wide range of interests and hobbies, think about yourself when you have nothing to talk about Hobbies go.

Jianzong had just experienced a natural disaster, and the whole sect was so busy, especially the senior elders, that the communication jade talisman on Qi Feng's waist kept flashing. The communication jade talisman left in a hurry, leaving only Yun Mo in the whole room except Si Ran.

Siran had just slept for three days, and he was very energetic. He stared at the curtain for a while, and saw Yun Mo standing by the side like a signboard without saying a word, so he asked casually: "Well...you still Okay? How's the wound?"

Yun Mo: "No problem, it's just a skin trauma."

Siran let out an "oh" and asked for something to say: "Then... By the way, how is Gu Ling? Is he injured?"

Yun Mo paused, and used a rather special way of saying: "He... is fine."

"What?" Siran savored the meaning of the three words "people are fine", "Then what's the matter?"

"Seeing that there is a lot of open space on Lanfeng Peak, the rest of the people live in the open space, so they are not affected by lightning," Yun Mo said, "Gu Ling's house is far away from the crowd, and it is built on the edge of the forest. The trees attract thunder. Unfortunately, it happened to spread to..."

Siran: "...Pfft."

Sorry, he usually doesn't laugh unless he really can't help it.

There was also a smile from the corner of Yun Mo's eyes: "It's not complicated to build a wooden house. Seeing that Manager Lanfeng wanted him to rebuild one in the center of the open space, but he seemed to prefer the forest and insisted on building it in the original place. It seems that it has been rebuilt in the past few days. It's over."

Siran said with a smile: "When we were in Xianyun Sect, we used to build houses in various remote corners. I guess we are used to it. Who would have expected that the wooden house would have a bad fate and be implicated for no reason."

After this conversation, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit more cheerful, and Si Ran also relaxed, trying to stretch, but was defeated by the sore muscles, so he had no choice but to raise his arms and stretch his legs sheepishly.

This time the thunder and lightning still brought him some actual losses. The cave was destroyed, and the furniture inside probably could not be dug out. The number of his beds decreased sharply, and the small bookshelves were also destroyed. No, there is no refill in the storage bag.

Speaking of the small bookshelf, Siran thought of the ghost grass that was finally rescued: "By the way, do you still remember Liu Sirui? It was the person who was with me on Linguan Peak before. I entrusted a spiritual plant to him. He..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Mo went to the shelf next to the bed, took down a box and handed it over: "Is this it?"

"Ah, that's it!" Surprised, he quickly took the ghost grass over.

Yun Mo said softly: "Liu Sirui went around asking for news about you, and I told him that you were injured and couldn't meet people temporarily, so he asked me to hand over this box to you."

Inside the box, a pile of dark seaweed-like substance was entangled in the yellow-brown soil. Yun Mo was a little puzzled: "What is this?"

Siran poked the tentacles of Ghost Misty Grass: "Three thousand spirit stones."

Yun Mo: "...?"

"Do you still remember the thing that was disguised as overflowing grass in Wanling City?" Siran said quietly, "Spiritual plants like ghost grass are naturally good at disguising the appearance of other spiritual plants."

Yun Mo's eyes suddenly changed: "It turned out to be it."

The tentacles poked by the fingertips twisted and slowly turned into thin roots and petals, and said calmly: "Actually, most of the ghost grasses are fine, and they won't become valuable spiritual plants. Last time That one is special... um? Wait! What's going on!?"

The ghost grass slowly turned into a small white flower, light in color, pure and lovely.

Siran's fingers trembled slightly, as if he had seen a ghost, he stared at the white flower in front of him, and murmured: "It's over, it's over, are you still being smashed into a fool?"

Yun Mo probed and looked: "Is this the magic trick of Ghost Misty Grass? It really has no flaws."

"No, that's not the point," Siran said slowly, with deep pain in his heart, "The ghost grass I raise has a unique aesthetic, and it has never changed to this fresh and simple spiritual plant!"

"..." Yun Mo asked sincerely, "Then what does it change?"

While talking, the little white flower of the Ghost Misty Grass slowly changed its color, each of the seven petals had a different color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple gathered together, like a small colorful flag waving in the wind.

Immediately relieved, Siran let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, my brain is not broken, and it's finally back to normal."

Yun Mo: "...?"

Do you have any misunderstandings about the word normal?

Is this kind of violation of the natural biological color matching really normal?

Regular muscle soreness can be relieved in a few days at most, but Siran may have a deeper injury. After lying down for almost a week, the highest record was stretching. At that moment, his tears were about to fall.

It is inevitable to be bored after lying on the bed for a long time. He has read all the spiritual plants that Gui Micao loves, and counted the spiritual stones in the storage bag several times. When he was most bored, he stared at the quilt and counted the grids. He even stared at the missing stitch on the fourth blue grid in the second row on the left.

Yun Mo saw that Siran was really bored, so he tried to tell him some stories, so Siran was forced to listen to the history of Yunmo's battle all day, his mind was full of names of various moves and what we should pay attention to during the battle teach.

"Yun Mo," Siran said, covering his face helplessly, "what do you think is interesting in the world of comprehension, something that can pass the time?"

Yun Mo was silent for a moment.

This touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

Siran spread it out on the bed, gradually turning into salty fish.

Movies and TV shows?What doesn't exist, at most, is the picture stone to record some pictures, and most of them are various battle scenes. I have seen too much these days, and I almost have a physiological nausea.

Electronic games?If it does not exist, it can only be played in a dream.

novel?No... wait, maybe this one can have it.

Si Ran turned over and sat up, rubbing his hands, suppressing his excitement and said: "I wonder if there is such a thing as a storybook in this cultivation world?"

script?

Yun Mo reluctantly dug out this word from his memory, thought for a moment, and said, "There should be."

Not only that, but actually quite a lot.

People in every world have to have some entertainment. The level of science and technology in the realm of comprehension is almost the same as in ancient times, so the most popular are all kinds of novels, and even many people in the sword cultivator watch and play.

Most of the scriptures in this cultivation world are not made of paper, but are recorded on jade slips. The most common first-order jade slips can hold many scripts.

But, this store mostly sells them in disassemble, each one a jade slip, the price varies, and if it is a bit high-quality, it doesn't cost much Lingshi.

Yun Mo has never read the script, but Xie Rongqing loves it, and likes to talk about the plot in it. Every time he goes down the mountain, he has to go to the store to search for it. Over time, even if Yun Mo doesn't pay attention to this, he knows the market outside Jianzong On the Internet, which one sells the best scripts, and which one gets new ones the fastest.

Seeing Siran's look of anticipation, Yun Mo took the initiative and said, "It just so happens that I'm going down the mountain for a few days, why don't I bring some back?"

Si Ran raised a smile: "Thank you very much."

"It's nothing, just do as you please," Yun Mo said in a low voice, "There are also many types of scripts, what type do you like to read?"

what type is it?

Siran got stuck, he really didn't know what was popular in this cultivation world.

But after thinking about it, the cultivation world respects strength, and most of them regard force as the most respected. When he pushes himself and others, he thinks that the popular words may be...

Siran said: "The useless counterattack upgrade flow?"

Yun Mo: "...?"

Seeing that Yun Mo looked a little dazed, he paused for a moment, then changed his mind, and asked in a low voice, "Then... master and apprentice run with the ball under Nian?"

Yun Mo: "..."

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: Very dazed, pretending to be calm.