Waste wood knows everything

It never occurred to Siran that Xie Rongqing's jump was like a character in a TV drama with flags all over his body.

Although Jianzong is big, monks can fly fast. Si Ran waited patiently for a long time, and after knocking off the melon seeds on his side, he quietly dragged Xie Rongqing's side to continue knocking, and knocked off the melon seeds on both sides. Xie Rongqing, who went out to jump off the cliff, was still missing.

Siran looked at the pile of melon seed shells in front of him, and couldn't help but fell silent.

Calm down, don't panic, maybe Xie Rongqing felt that the feng shui of that cliff was not good, so she changed a few more cliff jumps, so let's wait.

Si Ran forcibly gave himself a reassurance pill. Unexpectedly, the sky was getting darker, the sun was setting in the west, and the moon was rising and setting. Until the next morning, there was still no sign of Xie Rongqing.

The monks can use communication jade charms to communicate, but only one-on-one. Looking through the storage bag, he found that Xie Rongqing didn't seem to leave him a jade charm, and he only had Gu Ling's and Liu Sirui's here.

Wait, Gu Ling's...

Su Ran took a deep breath, and immediately understood where the vague sense of ominousness in the past few days came from.

He took out Gu Ling's communication jade talisman, and tremblingly injected a burst of spiritual energy into it. In an instant, the jade talisman crackled and flashed like a penguin that hadn't been boarded for hundreds of years.

The flickering white light was like a meteor that was about to fall from the sky, announcing the coming of the end of the world.

Cool, how many messages did Gu Ling send him.

Calculating the time, he's almost done, he'll have a month or two.

Is it too late to reply now?

No, is it too late to buy a defensive spirit weapon now?

Siran stared at the jade talisman with a blank face for a long time, experiencing extremely severe torment in his heart.

Why don't you just pretend that you didn't see it? Anyway, this jade talisman doesn't have a read function, so just throw it in the storage bag and don't find it. Oh no, he just threw it in the storage bag and didn't find it. Be upright and confident, don't be hypocritical!

After a while.

Forget it, let's report back and say you're safe.

Although the news that he was struck by lightning because he turned his head back to take the pot and was injured and lying in bed may have spread, Gu Ling must have been worried after contacting him so many times.

Siran shook his hands and sent a message to Gu Ling. The jade talisman lighted up slightly, and then there seemed to be spiritual feedback coming from the other side. The exchange of spiritual power between the two sides meant that communication could begin, just like a simple phone call. It is possible to communicate with each other.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Gu Ling's iconic cold snort from the opposite side, and then the jade talisman went dark, and the call that hadn't started was ruthlessly hung up.

Siran: "..."

Siran pretended to hold the jade talisman calmly and looked at it for a few seconds, calmly put it back into the storage bag, thought for a while, took it out and put it in his bosom again, after all, he is not like a high-ranking monk who can pay attention to various things at any time. This kind of subtle situation includes the jade talisman shining in the storage bag, it is better to put it in a conspicuous place.

However, after he went through a lot of tossing around like this, and the sky was bright in the morning, Xie Rongqing still didn't come back.

It just so happened that Yun Mo walked in at this time, so Siran took the opportunity to ask about Xie Rongqing's situation. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yun Mo's expression seemed a little weird.

After a moment of silence, Yun Mo slowly said: "Brother Xie, for some reason yesterday, he ran to the cliff next to Yingri Peak and jumped down..."

Siran kept a straight face, feeling extremely guilty.

"This cliff is not too high. With Junior Brother Xie's cultivation base, even if you don't deliberately use your spiritual power to stay in the air, relying on your physical strength alone, you won't be too seriously injured," Yun Mo said, "It's just that there are people under the cliff of Yingri Peak. In a small forest, Elder Qi's contracted spirit beast, the red-feathered fox, often plays here. It is the height of spring, and the spirit beasts are in heat frequently. When Junior Brother Xie fell down the cliff, he happened to meet the red-feathered fox and another female... The foxes are mating."

Siran: "..."

"The mating was interrupted, the mother fox ran away in panic, and the red feather fox was annoyed, so he beat up Junior Brother Xie, just for the sake of being a disciple of the Sword Sect, and didn't kill him," Yun Mo pressed his eyebrows, "That's the case, but Junior Brother Xie has suffered a lot. The red feather fox is very angry, and his claws are aimed at his face. I'm afraid he won't be able to go out in a short time."

Siran: "..."

Yun Mo said again: "Not only that, Elder Qi is also very angry. This red-feathered fox is a well-known single spirit beast in the sect. He finally found a partner. After a few days of sweetness, the result—"

I didn't finish the following words, but Siran already understood.

For a while, he didn't know whether he should sympathize with Red Feather Fox or Xie Rongqing.

"Fellow Daoist Xie is really miserable. I hope he can get well soon, and don't jump off the cliff if he has nothing to do in the future."

Siran's tone was sincere and his eyes were sincere, but after Yun Mo left, he turned out the paper on which he wrote the story book, and bolded and framed the top line.

With Xie Rongqing's injury, it took seven full days before she barely stepped out of the cave.

In fact, the red-feathered fox beat up only some flesh wounds, which looked miserable, but did not hurt important parts, but this fox has a dark heart, and only picked his face to attack, even if the injuries on his body did not affect him going out, damn it With a face like a pig's head, Xie Rongqing was unwilling to go out to meet people, until the injury on her face was almost healed, then she ran to Siran in frustration.

Originally, with Qi Yan, the eighth-rank alchemist, it would be fine to take a Bingji Pill, but Qi Feng felt sorry for Chiyuhu, who had suffered the pain of being broken up, and ordered him not to provide Xie Rongqing with the elixir, so that he could have a long memory.

Xie Rongqing was lying in the cave with nothing to love, and felt that her brain was definitely flooded at that time, so she jumped down the cliff without hesitation.

In the past few days when Xie Rongqing was injured and absent, Siran was also idle and bored, and it was meaningless to write some cheating upgrades all the time, mainly because there was no one next to him to discuss the plot. After thinking about it, in a certain month On a dark and windy night, he secretly took out a few blank sheets of paper, intending to write something...colored.

Writing a small pornographic article is a completely different experience from writing a drama. The four words Wensiquanyong are definitely not just words. As soon as Si Ran took up the pen and spread the paper, the indescribable, inspiration and flood discharge began automatically in his mind. The same spewed out.

He was a little cautious at first, but after thinking about it, no matter which side of the world he is, he is an adult, what's wrong with an adult having a hobby, he just writes and sees for himself, it's all right.

Thinking of this, the words in the pen also emerged line by line.

Siran focused on the stream of consciousness when writing Xiaohuang Wen, preferring to create that kind of ambiguous atmosphere that makes people blush and heartbeat. To save trouble, he directly used the previous character of Linyue Sword Fairy.

Who doesn't like to knock on the beautiful, strong and miserable flowers of the high mountains? I heard that the recent article on male cultivators of the Albizia Sect that has spread all over the cultivation world has started to attack sword cultivators, which shows that everyone's hobbies are still common.

The tips of Siran's ears are hot, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. This little yellow essay is usually not long, and this one is only a few pages long, and it will be over soon.

When he was in the modern world, he specially practiced soft-brush calligraphy, and his handwriting was not bad. When he wrote it down on a few pages, the lines of small characters were neatly arranged. At a glance, he only thought it was neat and elegant, but the content would not be difficult to catch when he looked closely. After all, it is The aesthetic style leans towards the stream of consciousness, there are details, but not many, the main thing is to look at the atmosphere.

After writing an article, Siran was satisfied, shook the paper and held it in front of him, just about to savor it, but was startled by the sudden coughing sound.

He frantically stuffed little Huang Wen into his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Yun Mo standing beside the bed for an unknown how long. The two looked at each other in a suffocating silence.

It was Yun Mo who spoke first: "I just knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I was worried about something, so I pushed the door open without permission. Please forgive me."

Whose fault is it that Xiao Huangwen was so focused that he missed the knock on the door and almost got caught?

Si Ran's face remained unchanged, his voice trembled slightly: "No, nothing, you... how long have you been here?"

Yun Mo: "Just came here for a while."

Siran: "..."

Fortunately fortunately.

He collected himself, touched the papers stuffed in his arms quietly, and after confirming that they were well hidden, he was relieved, but he glanced lightly out of the corner of his eye, and saw that there was still a piece of paper floating on the ground, A white one, very conspicuous.

Siran's heart beat heavily again, and he stretched his neck silently to look over.

Fortunately, that piece of paper was not used to write small pornography, it only wrote the name of the author, plus a line of friendly reminders not to imitate the behavior in the book.

Noticing Siran's strange movements, Yun Mo followed his seemingly well-hidden but very obvious line of sight, and also saw this piece of paper.

He knelt down to pick it up, his eyes slid across the paper, but he was attracted by the bright author's signature on it.

Yun Mo paused and asked, "So this "Sword Immortal" is your work?"

Siran: "..."

Siran's eyes widened in disbelief.

You look so upright, why did you read the script?

Although he swears that the sword repairer in the sword fairy has no prototype, but in fact, it is inevitable that he has a little shadow of Yun Mo, and it is fine to talk about it in private on weekdays. Before the eyes of the Lord, it was a public execution.

Siran was so guilty, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and simply surrendered himself, and said in a sad tone: "I confess, I did take you as the prototype of the Linyue Sword Immortal, but only a little bit, just a little bit."

Yun Mo who just asked a question: "..."

After not hearing Yun Mo's words for a long time, he suddenly lowered his voice again: "Maybe, maybe it's more than a little bit, maybe a little bit more...but not much, overall it's still only a little bit!"

Yun Mo, who was confused by this series of points, said, "..."

Seeing that Yun Mo still didn't speak, Siran resolutely took out a small cloth bag containing more than 100 spirit stones from the storage bag, and reluctantly said: "This is the spirit stone that Huaben has earned so far. It's seven minutes, and it's all here."

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo couldn't help feeling a little helpless, and said, "It doesn't have to be like this, I don't mean to blame you, if you want to write a storybook based on me, just write it, don't have any scruples."

Siran breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the spirit stone in his hand: "Then do you want to share it?"

"..." Yun Mo said, "No need."

Siran quickly put away the spirit stone.

It was getting dark outside, and there were a few spirit fire lamps lit inside the house. The spirit fire lamps used special dyes, the flames were mild, and the lighting range was wide, but they were not as good as modern bright incandescent lamps. dim.

Si Ran huddled under the quilt, Yun Mo stood beside the bed, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was so weird no matter how you looked at it.

"That... is there anything else?" Siran couldn't help but ask.

He originally thought that Yun Mo would follow the trend and leave, but Yun Mo was silent for a moment, but said: "There are indeed some things. After thinking about it, I still think it's better to say it."

Hearing this, Siran raised his spirits, it must be something very important to make Yun Mo so solemn, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Yun Mo: "It's about Huaben Sword Immortal."

Siran: "...?"

Is this to discuss the plot?

All of you sword cultivators are all invisible masters?

"After reading through the storybook of Sword Immortal, I feel that the plot is smooth, which is very good," Yun Mo's tone sounded particularly serious, "It's just that in the description in the third paragraph of Chapter 2, the protagonist tempered the spirit flame mine However, in fact, the spiritual flame mine has special properties and the energy within it is relatively chaotic, so the spirit sword tempered with it needs to be bathed in the moonlight for three days before it can be used normally."

Siran was dumbfounded.

Wait... This is not the right direction.

Yun Mo continued: "In the description in Chapter 7 No. 12, the protagonist activates the natal spirit sword from a long distance, splits the mountain rock with sword energy, and divides it into two, but after the sword energy is separated from the body, especially the long-distance When manipulating it, its internal spiritual power will overflow and can split the rock, but the scattered power will break it into many pieces, which is extremely difficult to split into two."

Siran gradually suffocated.

Yun Mo: "In the description in the ninth paragraph of Chapter 11, when the protagonist is in a coma, the natal spirit sword independently protects him, but according to the previous description, the protagonist's spirit sword and spiritual wisdom are still between the first and second levels. Within this range, the spirit sword can provide a weak consciousness, but it does not have a clear direction of action and the ability to operate autonomously."

Siran slowly salted fish.

He never thought that Yun Mo would take it so seriously. Those subtle settings, accurate to the description of the first few chapters and the first few lines, even he, the author himself, did not realize that Yun Mo actually carefully translated them. Come out and comment on it word by word.

Until the end of the last comment, Siran was completely dull.

Yun Mo coughed lightly and said, "How?"

Siran applauded in a trance: "It's... amazing."

Huh, he won't dare to write the scriptures of sword cultivators in the future.

Another month later, Siran's injury was completely healed and he felt comfortable all over his body. There was no problem in stretching and chopping, so he ran around the house twice that day excitedly.

The original cave of Linguan Peak was destroyed, but the main peak of Linguan Peak is still there. I heard that Yunmo has opened up two caves that are exactly the same as before. The furniture in them has been purchased at the foot of the mountain and restored as much as possible. Can live directly.

He put away the ghost grass that had been placed by the bed for a long time, and bounced back to Guanfeng.

Within this month, with the return of Xie Rongqing, Siran published three more story books, namely Grandpa with the Ring, Romance of Leaping off a Cliff, and Rebirth. After finishing these three books, he did not plan to write any more. Huaben is just a pastime during the healing period, and even if the injury is healed, I have to start practicing hard and do some serious business.

The storybooks had been put on sale in major bazaars half a month ago. After that, Xie Rongqing took on a task and went out. No one reported the sales volume, and I don't know how the three books were received.

When he walked halfway, he ran into Qi Feng. Knowing that he recovered today, Qi Feng rushed over specially. Seeing that Siran looked good and had plenty of spiritual power, he felt relieved and walked with Siran for a while.

Walking on the road, Siran looked at Qi Feng's tattered corners of his clothes and the bald top of his head that had grown a little after hard work, and was very puzzled, but he still couldn't hold back and asked.

Qi Feng was also helpless when he heard the words, he slapped his thigh, and angrily condemned: "Oh! To tell you the truth, this is... It's a disaster without reason! You know that I have raised a spirit beast, the red-feathered fox, right?"

Siran nodded, and at the same time gradually felt bad in his heart.

"I am really worried about this red-feathered fox's lifelong event. This spring, it is in heat very frequently. I really spent my life to find a female fox for him. I finally found one last time. In the end, that kid Xie Rongqing jumped off the cliff and scared me away, so I was so angry——" Qi Feng took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down the anger in his heart, "That's fine, I found another one for Chiyuhu in the past few days Companion, seeing that the two of them get along well, they plan to find a corner to mate, but who would have expected that someone jumped off the cliff again here!"

"I don't understand now. What's so good about jumping off this cliff? The ones with rough skin and thick flesh will break the skin at most. One jump is not enough. Repeated jumps, the entire Jianzong, where there is a cliff, will be destroyed." Dance them all over!"

"The red-feathered fox likes to be in the shade, and especially loves to mate on the rocks under the cliff. It would be good if only Xie Rongqing went crazy, but during this period of time, a group of people jumped one after another when they saw the cliff, and the red-feathered fox would go crazy!" Qi Feng's tone was exceptional. Heartbroken, "This copulation is interrupted one after another, who can bear it! Tell me, is this a human being doing something!"

Siran swallowed, and condemned: "That's right! It's too much!"

Qi Feng let out a long sigh: "Oh, this red-feathered fox likes to scratch people when it gets angry. It scratches as long as it scratches. It has even vented its anger on my head these days. Look at my clothes and my hair. It scratched it out, oh my god!"

After that, he looked at Siran and said sadly: "Siran, jumping off a cliff is not advisable, those brats are tough, jumping is not a big problem, if you jump down at will, it is still easy to get hurt. "

Siran nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I understand, I will definitely not dance!"

Qi Feng showed a particularly gratified smile.

Siran raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes were extraordinarily deep.

None of his business, he doesn't know anything.

The author has something to say: Siran: cover my little vest with a guilty conscience