Waste wood knows everything

"Three spiritual roots with mediocre talents stepped into the fairyland, relying on the perseverance and persistence beyond ordinary people to grow all the way, the details are described in extremely detailed, the characters are very vivid, and hundreds of jade slips are serialized... Why did it stop? Because the author has not come out of retreat?"

"The Fairy of Biqing Palace lost her memory and fell into the mortal world and fell in love with the monks of the small sect. The young master of the super-class sect fell in love with the delicate and weak girl of the outer sect... Tsk, it tastes like an ancient romance novel when I was in junior high school."

"Cultivator Wulinggen is unwilling to be ordinary and resolutely embarks on the path of cultivation—huh? I like this, let's take a look... The ending is that the monk's lifespan is exhausted and he dies a hundred years later. Regret, I warn everyone to cherish the time and not to aim too high...to be too real."

"..."

Siran held the jade slip in his hand, and after being fed a handful of glass shards by the ending again, his expression was quite indescribable.

A few days ago, Yun Mo went down the mountain to collect a bunch of jade slips and came back. He heard that it was a high-quality gift package recommended by the shopkeeper. Guessing that Yun Mo didn't know that these few books were hidden in it, he just took it back in a stack.

I read these little yellow texts with great interest, and the most exciting thing in them is the romantic history of the male cultivator of the Acacia Sect. The whole story is really not taboo between men and women, and he can be called the king of the stallion world.

The cultures of the two worlds are different, and this little Huang Wen in the realm of self-cultivation simply opened the door to a new world for Siran, with a variety of tricks and various ways of playing. It had a great impact, and I had to sigh with emotion that I really knew how to play.

Except for Xiao Huangwen, other scripts are also very special. The love and affection are basically innocent, and the traces of YY are particularly serious. The slender fairy of Biqing Palace appeared 110 times, and the genius young master of Yexuanzong appeared 79 times. , the hardest-hit areas are the talented disciples of those first-class sects.

As for Jianzong, who also belonged to the first-class sect, among them Jianxiu resolutely maintained a record of zero on the list, probably because they are all big pigs.

In addition to those who fall in love, there are also some who are dedicated to cultivation and upgrading, which is very consistent with the style of the entire cultivation world advocating force and the weak. It is completely crushed all the way, and I always feel that it almost tastes bad.

After flipping through all the story books, Si Ran lay on the bed trying to recollect the plot, and found out that the most impressive ones were those little pornographic books.

What made him even more suffocated was that even the male Xiu Wen of the Acacia Sect, which had created almost the entire comprehension world, didn't include sword cultivators in it.

With his head covered, Siran rolled on the bed with the quilt rolled up, feeling a little eager to move in his heart.

After reading these hundreds of story books, although the quality is somewhat uneven, and I was fed several times by the ending, the creative desire hidden in my mind was successfully hooked.

In modern times, he loved to write something for nothing, and the taste of cutting his own leg meat to produce food was actually pretty good. Thinking about it, when he came to the cultivation world this morning, several of his novels must have been pitted.

Little angels who are still at the bottom of the pit, your author didn’t do it on purpose, he crossed over, really.

Siran got out from under the quilt, with messy hair on top, bright eyes, pinching the jade slips with his fingers and playing with them over and over again, the inner inspiration burst out one after another, and he couldn't stop it.

He wants to write a storybook!

Of course, it’s not about writing small yellow texts!

Instead, it is committed to the friendly collision and exchange of cultures in the modern world and the realm of self-cultivation!

Just do what you say, Siran's execution ability has always been full marks, he asked Yunmo to help bring some blank jade slips, and the blank jade slips came in the afternoon, but the person who brought them was Xie Rongqing.

"Yun Mo was called away by the elder temporarily, and asked me to bring these jade slips here." Xie Rongqing leaned on the bedside pillar, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "So many blank jade slips, what are you going to do with them? Formation talisman ?”

Siran took the jade slip and thanked him, but did not answer his question directly, but said: "I remember you were always called 'Brother Yun' before? Why did you just call him by your name?"

"Well, he joined the sect half a year earlier than me. The master said that you still have to call him senior brother outside the sect, but you can do whatever you want inside the sect. Anyway, we don't pay much attention to this, as long as we can tell who is who, it doesn't matter how you call it." Xie Rongqing grabbed the tassel hanging from the curtain, "How is your health? I didn't say, when can't you eat this food? You are the only one in the entire Jianzong who suffered such injuries. How do you feel now?"

Xie Rongqing was not in the main hall of Qiantian Peak that day, so naturally he didn't know what Si Ran had done, and he only took so long to recover from his injuries because he was seriously injured.

Siran felt that something was wrong when he heard this: "Wait, I...how did I get hurt?"

Xie Rongqing said: "Huh? Didn't you get injured by lightning when the thunder and lightning came, insisted on going back to get the unfinished spirit beast meat, went into the forest and ran out with a pot?"

Siran: "..."

who!Who slandered him!

He knew that he couldn't tell the real cause of his injury directly. Qi Feng Qiyan should have made up a better reason, but... you two seem to have thick eyebrows and big eyes, why are you thinking so badly!

Siran crunched the blank jade slips in his hand, and smiled kindly: "Rumors stop with wise men."

Xie Rongqing became interested: "So how did you get hurt?"

Siran was expressionless: "Can we not discuss this issue?"

"Okay, okay, don't discuss it if you don't discuss it," Xie Rongqing shrugged her shoulders, looked at Siran lowering her head and fiddled with the blank jade slip in her hand, and smiled and leaned over again, "Have you used this jade slip before? Do you want it?" Shall I teach you how to use it?"

The Jade Slip is a tool for recording information. To record information in the Jade Slip, it uses spiritual knowledge and spiritual power. I know the principle, but I haven't tried it. I spent a lot of groping for a long time before I got a title. .

He realized that if he wanted to record a novel, he might consume a lot of spiritual energy.

Thinking of this, Siran rolled his eyes, met Xie Rongqing in front of him, and asked tentatively: "Are you busy recently?"

Xie Rongqing touched her chin: "Do you want me to help you with something?"

Siran didn't answer him: "Are you busy?"

"Not busy, very busy," Xie Rongqing said with a smile, "everyone is busy rebuilding the cave, as for me, luck is better, the cave is intact, only a few trees were cut down at the entrance, I think it's still the plaque hanging Well done, the four big characters of Caveman on the top of the mountain, the Feng Shui is excellent—"

"Are you still hanging on with these four words?" The corners of Siran's mouth twitched.

Xie Rongqing looked at him, suddenly realized, and patted him on the shoulder: "Speaking of which, it's your credit, the literary talent is good!"

Siran: "..."

Dare not dare to act, he only hoped that Xie Rongqing would never know the true meaning of these four words in his life.

Siran suppressed the twitch at the corner of his mouth, smiled, looked at Xie Rongqing sincerely, and stretched out his hand representing friendship: "I have an idea, it is a small plan about the development of storybook literature and economic growth together, you How do you feel?"

Jianzong, the sword practice field.

After completing the mission of going out for a month, Yun Mo returned to the sect with a smell of blood all over his body. The previous thunder cloud attracted the prying eyes of many forces. It was only then that those eager eyes were suppressed.

The corners of the black gown were stained with a lot of enemy blood, even though he used the dust purification talisman, Yun Mo was still a little displeased.

In fact, he has a well-hidden cleanliness fetish, and he doesn't show it on weekdays, but when conditions permit, he still tries to clean himself up as much as possible.

The sword practice field is located between the two side peaks of the Sword Sect. It is a huge natural rock with an extremely flat surface and a moderate location. It has been built as a place for young disciples to practice swords.

Every time Yun Mo went back to Qiantian Peak to hand in tasks, he would pass by the sword practice field. The young disciples loved to be lively, and there was always chatter in the sword practice field.

Today, however, is different.

Yun Mo swept across the silent sword practice field, feeling puzzled in his heart.

There are still so many people in the arena, even a lot more than before. Everyone's enthusiasm for sword practice is extremely high, but everyone looks... very cold.

To be precise, it should be pretending to be cold.

In the past, the frizzy juniors rarely restrained their overly expressive expressions, their lips were tightly pursed, their eyes were awe-inspiring, and the four big characters of seriousness and smile were written all over their faces, and their voices were deliberately low. He nodded without opening his mouth, which made the whole sword practice field extraordinarily quiet.

Besides silence, there is whiteness.

At a glance, they were all white clothes.

Normally, everyone practiced swords in casual clothes, but to be honest, there were still a lot of gray and brown clothes.

There was a time when red and purple were popular, but only for a while, and it was a hobby limited to a small area. Unlike now, white clothes and white clothes, everyone is dressed in snow-white long clothes, which is a bit dazzling.

How is this going?

Yun Mo was puzzled, but he didn't explore too much, he just thought it was some new trend in the cultivation world in this month.

However, when he passed by the sword practice field, the younger brothers and sisters in the field cast their scorching gazes, and their cold expressions did not maintain. They gathered together in twos and threes, muttering something in a low voice.

Cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, and these young disciples have not learned how to transmit sound into secrets. No matter how much they lowered their voices, the words of the discussion still entered Yun Mo's ears sentence by sentence.

"Ah, sure enough, Senior Brother Yun has that feeling the most!"

"Is this the Kaolin Flower Ascetic Style written in the storybook? Ah, looking at it this way, it looks exactly the same!"

"It would be even more similar if Senior Brother Yun also wore white clothes. Wearing white clothes and dancing swords under the moonlight, I have watched this episode many times!"

"The main reason is that Senior Brother Yun is good-looking! Sword Immortal Linyue is the number one beauty in the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Yun Mo: "...?"

Jianzong Qiantian Peak, Siran's exclusive healing hut.

The main hall of Qiantian Peak is still being rebuilt, but fortunately the other buildings have not suffered much damage. Qi Feng specially set up a very high-security room for Siran in one of the houses, exclusively for other buildings. Used during recuperation.

The furnishings in the house were originally Jianzong's usual simple style, but a few days ago Xie Rongqing moved a super large rocking chair over, and placed a few small tables for snacks beside it, this style is a bit off.

"It's weird, how did you get the melon seeds on your head? How could you come up with so many strange plots?" Xie Rongqing sat on a rattan rocking chair with her legs crossed, knocking on the newly bought melon seeds, " Thanks to the scriptures you wrote, in the past few days, there have been a lot of scriptures for sword cultivators under the mountain, I have read them all, and they are not bad, but they are not as good as yours."

Siran said modestly: "It's okay, it's just an ordinary level."

His literary talent is actually average, but he has read too much. Thinking that the cultivation world seems to have a profound influence on sword cultivators, he simply started from here for the first article, and figured out a high-cold sword that is as bright as the moon and as floating as a fairy. Repair image.

The cultivation world respects the strong, so he gave the "Linyue Sword Immortal" the ultimate strength, a miserable life experience, a beautiful face, aloof personality and the occasional trace of purity and gentleness. To put it bluntly, it’s the contrast between beauty and strength and cuteness.

The results look good.

Xie Rongqing said again: "You don't know, during this period of time when I went down the mountain, many female cultivators were secretly watching me on the way, and someone came over to confess to me yesterday, you know, there are usually a few little girls who would occasionally Except for being deceived by my face, basically no one pays attention."

Siran became interested: "Confession? And then?"

"What else can I do next? Of course I refused," Xie Rongqing bit the melon seeds in her mouth, "It's so troublesome to fall in love, and it's a waste of time practicing swords. If you have time, it's better to practice and practice. Reading the script is worse than this." Strong."

Siran: "..."

There's a reason you've been ignored before.

"Hey, by the way, what are you going to write next?" Xie Rongqing quickly forgot about it, "The boss of the store pulls me to ask every day, wondering if you have any new works."

Siran's pen name is "A Book of Ordinary Strangeness", and his first work is called "Sword Immortal". It received an extremely enthusiastic response when it was just released. It is said that the sword fairy in this book must have a prototype. Most people think that this prototype is Yun Mo, a genius from the lineage of Jianzong.

In this regard, Siran said: You die as you die, don't drag me.

He didn't expect these people to have such big brains, but the script is based on YY, and the slim fairy has fallen in love with hundreds of people, so the Lord doesn't care too much.

But, if you really want to talk about it, Siran can't say that he really didn't borrow Yun Mo's image at all. A ready-made sword cultivator dangles in front of his eyes every day, and he looks so good-looking. Think, it is also very normal.

Siran shook his head, cleared the image of Yun Mo in his mind, and then said: "The next book...it should be about cultivation and upgrading? Maybe the details are a little different. For example, the protagonist is a very talented Poor four or five spiritual roots—"

Xie Rongqing answered: "Then persevere and work hard?"

"No," Siran raised a finger and shook it, "then one day, he picked up a ring, in which lived a tenth-rank alchemist, who accepted him as an apprentice and taught him the peerless skills , and provided him with a super powerful elixir, from then on, this four-five-spirited-root god blocked and killed gods and Buddhas all the way, and flew away before he was a hundred years old."

Xie Rongqing was stunned for a moment, feeling that the plot was not much, she was shocked and said: "This - how can there be a tenth-level alchemist here, isn't it all a legend? And he lives in a ring? He was picked up by a person with four or five spiritual roots Here it is, isn't it—"

"It doesn't matter if you're right or not. When you read the script, don't you read it from the perspective of the protagonist." Si Ran spread his hands, "Think about it, if you look at such a protagonist, how do you feel in your heart?"

Xie Rongqing thought for a moment: "It's cool."

Siran's childish face is teachable: "That's right, it's over when you feel good."

"Actually, there are many similar stories. For example, the protagonist was hunted down and had nowhere to go. There was a cliff in front of him. He jumped. Unexpectedly, there was a cave under the cliff, which contained the inheritance of ancient powers. After that... It's almost there," Siran casually listed a few common adventures and the protagonist's golden finger, "There is also rebirth, do you know about rebirth? It means going back to the past, bringing your hundreds of years of experience to do it again, and traveling through time. …Uh, let’s forget about this.”

Mopping off his sweat, as a ready-made traveler, this topic is inevitably a bit sensitive.

"In addition to these, there are many more, such as contracting an ancient divine beast by accident, eating a fruit at random, and it is the legendary tenth-order spiritual plant that can cleanse and cut the marrow, super powerful skills, unique physique, portable system, etc. How big is your heart? , the dream is as big as it is, after all, it is just a script, everything is fiction."

After Siran finished speaking, Xie Rongqing was strangely silent for a moment.

After a while, he said in a deep tone: "I remember, there is a cliff next to my peak."

Siran: "...what?"

Xie Rongqing: "I have to find a time to jump down and have a look."

Siran: "..."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. I think today is a good day. The weather is clear and cloudless. It's a good day to jump off the cliff." Xie Rongqing geared up, jumped up from the rocking chair, and rushed out without looking back. Just jump back, you write it with pen and paper first, and when I come back, I will engrave it into the jade slip for you—”

While speaking, the figure quickly disappeared in front of his eyes, and the rest of Si Ran stretched out his retaining hand in vain, without even touching a corner of his clothes.

He was speechless for a moment, then took out a few pieces of paper for writing a storybook, picked up a pen and wrote a few large characters heavily on the first line——

This story is purely fictitious, please do not imitate, and the author is not responsible for any consequences arising therefrom.

The author has something to say: Siran (ready to move): I want, I want to write about Xiao Huang...