Waste wood knows everything

With a trace of subtle exploration and guilty conscience, after Qi Feng left, Siran deliberately took some time to wander around, and found out with a suffocation that the scope of influence brought by his three story books is quite wide.

For example, the book Jumping off a Cliff, in addition to harming Chiyu Fox, who has not yet found a partner, and Qi Feng, who was brutally beaten by his own spirit beast, also miraculously created a so-called cliff jumping holy place on the edge of Jianzong.

The Holy Land of Cliff Jumping!

When Siran saw this place, he was shocked.

He was originally flying in the sky with a white bird, and wanted to go to a place with a lot of people, such as the sword practice field, to find out if the latest new trends were related to his scriptures, but he saw crowds of people on the fringes of the sword sect. Those are the precipices—

Cliff, thinking of these two words, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly drove the white bird to fly towards that piece.

After landing, he saw many non-Jianzong people in the crowd, who seemed to be casual cultivators and people from the market at the foot of the mountain.

Siran stood aside and observed for a long time. This group of people lined up behind one of the cliffs in an orderly manner, and there was a person at the front waving a small flag to direct them. Leaping forward with an expression he doesn't know——

In a trance, it seems to see the bungee jumping attractions in the modern world.

What the hell are you playing.

Siran couldn't control his distorted expression, took a deep breath to calm down, and wanted to ask Jianzong what was going on, when he saw a familiar face running out of the crowded heads, it was actually Liu Sirui.

This Liu Sirui also seems to be a "scenic spot worker", Siran saw that he also had a small flag on his waist, but he seemed to have just finished his shift and was walking out cheerfully.

Seeing Siran, Liu Sirui was also very excited, ran forward in two or three steps, and asked with concern: "Siran, are you healed?"

Siran felt that the fact that he was injured might really be widely spread: "Well, it's already healed."

Then he noticed that Liu Sirui had a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

Siran's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Hey, although the red-winged golden-tailed bird meat is delicious, you can't just run back secretly." Liu Sirui seemed to have experienced a great inner struggle, but out of concern for his friend, he still said it out.

"I saw you leaving with Senior Brother Yun at the time, and thought you had gone to a safe place, but I didn't expect you to run back to take the pot again. Who cares about this pot, luckily you're fine this time."

Siran: "..."

Siran silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and the sympathy for Qi Feng being beaten by the red-feathered fox disappeared completely in his heart.

"...Let's not talk about this, can I ask, what are you doing here? I haven't been out for a long time, why are there so many people gathered here?" Siran asked.

Liu Sirui was very excited immediately: "I just wanted to tell you! Do you know that there have been a lot of interesting scripts published under the mountain recently? It's written in that one! It's super interesting!"

Oh, how embarrassing to be so direct.

Siran was very happy, but he still said modestly: "Well, I heard something, it's not bad, but what does it have to do with this place?"

Liu Sirui blinked: "Because everyone thinks that jumping off a cliff is an adventure!"

"No, even if it says that there is an adventure in jumping off a cliff, it's purely fictitious at the beginning, please don't imitate it!" Si Ran felt a little headache, "Even if you want to jump off a cliff, there are so many cliffs in Jianzong that are not enough to jump? Why are you still in line here?"

Liu Sirui chuckled, pulled Siran away a bit, and lowered his voice: "I tell you, you can tell others."

Siran also lowered his voice: "What is it? So mysterious?"

"Actually, cliff jumping was really popular a few days ago, but apart from breaking your skin or being beaten up by Elder Qi's spirit beast, everyone has nothing to gain." Liu Sirui whispered.

Siran rolled his eyes, it would be strange if there was anything to gain from this.

Liu Sirui continued: "I didn't expect that there would be such a person, after jumping off this cliff, he really got a small inheritance by accident!"

Siran: "..."

Siran commented calmly: "It's just a survivor's bias."

There are so many people jumping off the cliff, and most of them are Xie Rongqing. If one of them succeeds, it doesn't mean that the jumping off the cliff has any effect.

"Later, Elder Yu went to check under the cliff. It turned out that this cliff used to be the residence of a certain disciple. Let me experience my own experience of kendo, and say that I leave it to those who are destined."

It turned out to be the case.

However, this is also a minority. It is estimated that all the cliffs that can be jumped on Jianzong's side have been jumped once, so there is a romance here.

Liu Sirui continued to twitter: "This news has attracted many people to jump off this cliff, and many of them are casual cultivators. This cliff is at the edge of our Sword Sect, and there are not many restrictions on entry and exit. The elders let them go after thinking about it. "

"But after Elder Yu thought about it, he secretly stuffed a fourth-order spirit weapon that he had eliminated under the cliff."

Siran: "..."

and many more……

"Although it was eliminated by use, it is a fourth-order spiritual weapon, and it is still a very powerful treasure for many people," Liu Sirui said, "After a casual cultivator jumped down, he touched the requirements set by Elder Yu. That's why I got this fourth-order spirit weapon."

Siran: "..."

"Wow, the crowd was shocked at that time. Elder Yu struck while the iron was hot, and carved a signboard for the cliff jumping holy place, and set up a payment point next to it. A middle-grade spirit stone jumps once, and [-]% off for ten consecutive jumps. Monthly subscription There is a discount." Liu Sirui's tone was full of reverence.

"On that day, hundreds of people came to line up. After the news spread, more people came. Elder Yu even hired a few disciples to come over to maintain order in his spare time. The rewards are quite a lot. So, I will Came here to do odd jobs."

Siran: "..."

Siran: "You, Elder Yu, are ruthless people."

It was only later that Siran learned that this Elder Yu was the elder responsible for coordinating the finances of Quan Jianzong.

For a large sect like Jianzong, the daily expenses are like floods, and there are a group of sword cultivators who have engraved poor characters deep in their souls in Jianzong. In order to maintain this sect, Elder Yu has a thick head. His long hair gradually receded, and he was really worried about finances every day.

Siran couldn't help admiring the elder.

If it weren't for the rare economic acumen of this Elder Yu, the whole Jianzong would have gone somewhere to drink the northwest wind.

In addition to this craze for jumping off a cliff, the other two story books also had some influence.

For example, the old man who carried the ring with him, it is reasonable to say that this kind of thing is hard to come by, unlike a cliff that anyone can jump, but it turned out that he still underestimated people's enthusiasm for these things.

Rings have become a new generation trend in the cultivation world.

Walking around the market at the foot of the mountain, everyone is wearing a ring more or less on their hands, and they are all the kind of simple copper rings that seem to have been placed in that corner for hundreds of years. very similar to the description.

The folks in the spirit tool shop at the foot of the mountain were suffering and sweet. The rings and other spiritual tools were swept away, and they had to buy them overnight. After the rings in the shops increased, the monks began to pick and choose again. They were too new. Too gorgeous is not enough, we need the kind of shabby and simple style.

This kind of spirit weapon has been practiced too much, and the refiners have begun to doubt their own aesthetics.

As for the rebirth article with the least turmoil, if you say that rebirth is really rare, it is written that the protagonist goes back to the past after death, but no one is stupid enough to really die once, and see if he can really be reborn once. .

No, there are still such people. Si Ran accidentally heard that there is a body-refining clan with extremely strong vitality, so he deliberately went through all the experiences of the protagonist in the book before he died. In the end, he didn't die, and nothing happened.

It's just that he heard that he walked on the edge of life and death, and the man was quite enlightened, saying that he wanted to find the author and communicate with him.

Author Siran: "..."

But what Siran didn't expect was that the person who suffered the most persecution from Rebirth Wen would be Gu Ling.

Gu Ling's new wooden house was still built at the original place, and Siran ran over to visit his old friend as soon as he recovered from his injury. Just as he had a face-to-face meeting with Gu Ling, Gu Ling was pleasantly surprised at first, and then his face darkened.

Seeing that a storm was about to hit, Si Ran decisively pre-empted: "You... I have been recuperating for so long! You haven't even visited me once!"

Sure enough, Gu Ling's violent wind and rain stagnated, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. It took a long time before he said: "You don't need me to see, you value the pot more than your own life, I can't compare you."

Siran: "..."

Can this thing go away?

Gu Lingxin's log cabin is almost exactly the same as the original one, except that it has changed its location a little bit. It is still on the edge of the forest, but it has found a place where the trees are sparser. It seems that the lightning that was meant to split the tree ended up hitting the log cabin as well. It still brought a psychological shadow to Gu Ling.

Gu Ling put a small wooden stool and a small wooden table at the door of the wooden house. He sat on it, poured a cup of tea, glanced at the bushes behind him, and frowned a little irritably.

Si Ran noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Gu Ling raised the corner of his mouth, and the cup in his hand was creaking, "Isn't that some kind of nonsense book, it seems to be about rebirth?"

Si Ran's movement of sipping tea froze.

"These days, a group of people with brain problems ran here every day and turned over every inch of soil in the forest behind. Heh, I thought they were the reincarnation of old scalpers at the beginning, and they turned the soil so diligently. .” Gu Ling mocked coldly.

"The result is that the protagonist wrote in the story book that based on the experience of the previous life, he searched for all kinds of treasures. Most of the treasures were found in some kind of soil, by the roots of trees, or dug out of rock pits. They searched all the places where there was soil, and earthworms are not as capable as them!"

Siran: "..."

Siran said quietly: "So you also read those scripts."

"How is it possible! I don't have it!" Gu Ling retorted violently, "I just heard what people said! That kind of unrealistic thing——"

Siran poked it open: "You even put on a plain old brass ring."

Gu Ling: "..."

Gu Ling's entire face turned red from embarrassment, like a volcano about to erupt. Seeing that something was wrong, he slipped away before the volcano erupted with oil on his feet, jumped onto the little white bird that was parked next to him, and returned directly. Lin Guanfeng.

Linguan Peak has undergone follow-up repairs, and basically there are no traces of lightning strikes, but the original two caves have been replaced with stone walls.

However, it's just a change of location.

He didn't know Yunmo's cave, but from the outside, he felt that the length, width and height were almost the same as the original one.

As for his own cave, after entering it, he found that all the furnishings, including the dilapidated small flowerpot on his bookshelf and the hard soil inside the flowerpot, had been perfectly restored.

What a perfectionist, compare your heart!

Siran spread out on the bed and let out a long breath.

Recalling what I saw and heard today, all kinds of emotions came to my mind, the strongest of which were guilty conscience, shock and bewilderment.

Siran doesn't understand, is the influence of this script so great?

He is self-aware of his own writing and knows what level he is. The sales volume of this book is nothing more than the novelty, but the sales volume is good, so why did he give a group of people his attention?

Dare he deliberately frame the white frame of "purely fictitious, please do not imitate"?

The treasure book appeared in cute small characters: [Isn't this normal? 】

Siran turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "What's normal?"

Treasure book: [You have such a legendary existence as me. As the spokesperson of truth and knowledge, my existence is full of mystery and unparalleled throughout the long river of time and space. Although knowledge itself is objective, the process of recording is countless wisdom The process of living beings exhausting their lives to explore, it has a strong contagion, radiation, and endless knowledge sometimes even—]

Siran turned himself over again: "Speak humanly."

Baoshu: [Because of my existence, your words and words will have a special appeal to others, especially words, as one of the important carriers of knowledge, the words you write have a greater impact on reality and others . 】

Siran: "..."

Siran's whole face changed from white to black, and then from black to white again, his lips trembled, and he said sincerely: "Grass."

Seeing that Siran's eyes gradually became dull, Baoshu quickly added: [However, your strength is not high now, and your influence is limited. At most, it is just more contagious. Human beings are forgetful, so you will be fine soon. 】

Siran looked at the sky with his eyes, and his tone was vicissitudes: "I also wrote a small yellow article."

Treasure Book: […]

Siran murmured: "Is it too late to tear it up now?"

A line of fluorescent yellow characters popped out of the treasure book: [You actually wrote a small yellow text! 】

Siran said confidently: "What's wrong! Can't you just entertain yourself?"

Baoshu: [I want to read it too! 】

Siran: "..."

Siran waved his hand: "Let's go, you are the carrier of thousands of knowledge, full of mysteries and incomparable, don't lead you astray by then, it's not good if all these thousands of knowledge are dirty."

After thinking about it, he felt that this little yellow text could not be kept, so he tore it up, so you and I can feel at ease.

Siran took it out from his bosom, but Xiao Huangwen didn't get it, the slippery thing on his fingertips got entangled, and when he squeezed it out, he saw that the ghost grass was dangling on his fingertips, and a few small tentacles were hanging in the air. ready to move.

"Why did it turn into seaweed again?" Siran also took out the small flower pot, thinking about planting the ghost grass in it, but the grass twisted and twisted, it just didn't want to be planted, but kept on growing Stick it on Siran.

Siran was immediately vigilant: "You didn't read that little yellow article, did you?"

Ghost Micao shook its tentacles, in a daze, as if it didn't understand what he was talking about.

Baoshu: [The IQ of the fourth-level Lingzhi is not so high. You have raised it for so long, and you probably regard you as its master. 】

Be the master?

There was a subtle touch in Siran's heart, he gently plucked the soft tentacles of Ghost Misty Grass, the tentacles seemed to be a little ticklish, trembled, the pointed tip rose up, and a small red flower bloomed.

Ghost Misao pushed Siran's finger with the tentacles, and Siran let go, Ghost Misao slowly moved to the small table in front of him, raised the small flower with the sharp tentacles, and handed it to Siran. in front of.

Siran opened his eyes slightly.

He hesitated to pick up the flower, and the ghost grass stuffed the whole plant into Siran's palm, and the small tentacles wrapped around each of his fingers domineeringly, looking like he was wearing a circle ring.

He, he was teased by a grass?

Too bad, I'm still very excited!

Siran was instantly struck by the cuteness of the ghost grass, spread his palms, and held the little red flower and the ghost grass in front of him. Even monks can contract spirit beasts, so can they contract spirit plants?"

Except for some special methods owned by the Beastmaster Sect, most of the contracts between the monk and the spirit beasts are equal contracts, signed out of mutual consent, which is beneficial to both parties.

After signing the contract, the spirit beast and the cultivator can communicate mind-to-mind, the spirit beast can provide combat power or other auxiliary abilities, and the monk can help the spirit beast advance and provide the elixir it needs, etc.

Contracting with spirit beasts is quite common. For details, you can refer to Qi Feng and his red-feathered fox, but contracting with Lingzhi... seems to be uncommon.

Baoshu: [It is theoretically feasible, but Lingzhi has limited reactions to the outside world, and most of them are used for alchemy. This ghostly obsessive grass seems to have evolved IQ, you can try it, maybe you will succeed. 】

Siran was even more moved.

Baoshu immediately posted a copy of the contract formula, which didn't look difficult, and suddenly forced out a drop of fingertip blood. Seeing this, the ghost grass swayed its small tentacles, bent the tip, and took the initiative to stick it on the On the blood of the fingertips.

The spiritual power in the body has been running autonomously all the time, and the traces of spiritual power leaked out from the fingertips, drawing a wonderful pattern in the air, and then touching the tentacles of the ghost grass, suddenly my mind was shocked, a tiny A voice sounded: "Guji?"

This is a process of mind-to-heart communication between the two parties. As long as the spirit beast and the monk agree, the contract can be established.

"Google! Goooooo! Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooarry" and jumping up and down, like raindrops pattering on the umbrella.

Gui Micao agreed to the contract in an instant, and a connection with Gui Micao suddenly appeared in Siran's mind. Following this connection, he could sense the location of Gui Micao, and some simple things in his heart. idea.

But looking at the murmurs, I probably don't have any ideas to feel.

Another advantage of this contract is that the ghost grass can take root in his spiritual power in the future, and it doesn't have to be planted in the soil.

Siran pulled out his consciousness, and the ghost grass was very happy. Being nourished by Siran's spiritual power, it looked more energetic, and crawled onto Siran's head hummingly, forming a garland with flowers blooming on it. Weird little green flowers.

Siran: "..."

"No." On the issue of principle, Siran didn't back down at all, "It can't be on top of your head."

Ghost Misao trembled, and slowly climbed onto Siran's neck, forming a big golden necklace.

Siran said ruthlessly: "The neck is not allowed either."

He would never go out with something like a big gold chain.

Ghost Misty Grass wilted.

The golden chain turned back into a seaweed, Guimicao reluctantly climbed onto Siran's wrist, circled herself, and bloomed a row of colorful flowers.

There are all sorts of strange and strange spiritual plants in this cultivation world, and there are not a few of them that can emit light. The Ghost Misty Grass is disguised as a colorful fluorescent flower, not to mention colorful, and it is still shining. It looks like wearing a string of colored light bulbs. .

Si Ran looked at it for a long time with a complicated expression, thinking that it was the first day of the contract after all, so he should bear it, and don't discourage his enthusiasm too much. Fortunately, the sleeves of the monk's clothes are wide enough. too obvious.

Hey, he is really a good master who cares about the grass.

Inside the sleeve robe, Guimicao, who successfully settled on Siran's left wrist, was extremely happy, showing a little heart on the tip of his beard.

The injury has healed, the desire to write the storybook has been fulfilled, and the ghost grass has also contracted, it's time to start working.

As a cultivator, what is your job?

It is to work hard to improve the cultivation base, practice spells, strengthen the mind, and make unremitting efforts for an early aspiration for longevity and successful ascension!

Although he is just a cultivator who came halfway, he has come here, and the people around him are also cultivators, and the mainstream of this world is also a cultivator, so what else can we do?

Siran checked the changes in his cultivation over the past two months, and found that the spiritual roots of the five elements were constantly operating independently, even though he was lying dead on the bed, he was still cultivating all the time.

Although the activation rate of his spiritual root is only 0.1%, he has accumulated a lot of spiritual power. If he works harder, he will soon be able to refine Qi to the eighth level.

Foundation building is just around the corner!

Foundation Establishment is no longer Farewell!

Suddenly full of confidence, Siran eagerly began to collect other levels of spiritual objects.

He discovered that hard work is important in the journey of cultivation, but talent is also essential, and there are no offensive spells to practice in this Qi refining period, so he should activate more spiritual roots as soon as possible and upgrade to Foundation Establishment as soon as possible.

After the success of the first-level spirits last time, Siran set his sights on the second-, third-, and fourth-level spirits this time, which are commonly referred to as low-level spirits.

If you want to reach the upper limit of the activation of each level of spiritual objects, you need [-] sets for the first level, [-] sets for the second level, and a little less for the third and fourth levels, just fifty sets.

But after all, there are five kinds of spiritual objects in a group, and the second, third, and fourth-order spiritual objects are no longer like the first-order ones. , as if hearing the sound of spirit stones rushing away in the storage bag.

It's okay, it's okay, Siran comforted himself, no matter what, you are richer than sword repairers.

Thinking of this, he quickly calmed down.

The principle of collecting spiritual objects remains the same. If you can collect them yourself, you will never buy them. Fortunately, this sword sect is also a treasure land of geomantic omen, and hard work to search for them is not small.

Si Ran re-entered his days of running all over the mountains and plains. On the way, he also met the army of digging the soil that Gu Ling described as the reincarnation of the old scalper, who were more capable than earthworms. Mingguang grass.

Perhaps it was because the forest had been uprooted, and Si Ran also encountered a small group of humming green-headed ants, carrying small grains of food into the hole.

Seeing this familiar old friend, he just wanted to go up to say hello, but the group of green-headed ants ran away without any food, and disappeared in an instant.

After the green-headed ants threw away the food, he realized that the green-headed green-headed ants seemed a little bald, not as green as other green-headed green-headed ants.

Sir was silent for a while.

It seems that they are really old friends... This group should be the group of green-headed ants that were killed by him last time, no wonder they ran so fast.

This green-headed ant has moved to this Yingri Peak, and I don't know if it's bad luck or fate to meet him...

Siran's third day of collecting spiritual objects.

It’s already summer, and the climate of the continent where Jianzong is located is quite distinct. At this time, the sky is clear and the sun is beginning to test its scorching heat. The cooling formation is engraved on the robe, and sword cultivators who have no money can only wear a few less, or simply dance their swords in the water, trying to artificially cool down.

On Yanxia Peak, Si Ran tremblingly lay on a ten-meter-high tree, tremblingly pinched off the top bud of the tree crown, and put it in the storage bag.

He had successfully obtained a third-order spiritual plant, but he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

This big tree is called the Phantom Tree, which is a rare variant among the ordinary Phoebe trees in Yingri Peak. Its top is often accompanied by green buds of the third-order spiritual plant, and it is for picking the green buds. , before falling to the top of the ten-meter-high tree.

The magic nanshu has a simple illusion ability, which can transform the fear in the heart of the soul, but the ability is not strong, and all the glimpses are relatively superficial fears.

For example, Siran, when he was close to the tree, he saw the terrifying illusion of his little Huang Wen being discovered by Yun Mo. His hands trembled in fright, and he pulled several hairs on the top of the little white bird's head. After pecking a few times, it was considered to be awake.

Siran came with a little white bird. The tree is too tall, the trunk is smooth, and there is no branch in the middle, so he can't climb up. He plans to let the little white bird carry him to the tree and wait for him to pick it. After picking up this bud, I am taking him back.

As a result, the airdrop was successful and the bird ran away.

When the bird was close to the tree, it didn't know what it saw. It screamed loudly, and the whole bird's hair exploded and swelled a lot. Before Si Ran could reach out to keep it, only the fat little white bird was left in sight The pouting buttocks and the figure flying away with flapping wings.

A gust of wind blew by, and Siran in the sky felt the desolation like the twelfth lunar month in winter.

Don't, don't run away.

Didn't it mean that the little white bird of Jianzong has received special training and has a strong mind and is not afraid of anything?

False propaganda is bad!

Si Ran hugged the tree trunk like a koala, cautiously poked his head out and glanced down, his calves trembled, and his voice was trembling: "Shushu Shushu...you, you, you, what kind of instant fly is there?" Fly flying spell..."

Baoshu: [Speak, don't talk, don't shake, take a deep breath, relax. 】

Siran hugged the tree trunk tightly, imagining that the bird could have a bit of professionalism. After all, it was rented with Lingshi, how could it just run away like this!

Baoshu posted a few flying spells: [These are the simplest flying spells, are there any instant ones, can you see if they work? 】

Siran forced himself to calm down, looked at the spell in front of him, sighed deeply, and closed his eyes obediently.

Forget it, he'd better wait for the little white bird to change his mind and come pick him up.

The wind at high altitude is strong, and the sun is also very warm. As the sun gradually rises, it will soon be noon. Under the scorching sun, Siran feels his palms are sweating little by little.

Spike.

He slipped his hand and almost missed the tree trunk.

Gu Ling seemed to have something to do, and the communication jade talisman could not be reached. Liu Sirui said a few days ago that he went outside to catch the red-winged golden-tailed bird, and he probably hasn't come back yet. Xie Rongqing... Xie Rongqing also left him a jade talisman later, but it was nothing It's just a display, this guy never looks at jade charms!

Siran's heart was full of desolation.

Misfortunes never come singly, after the phantom tree in front of you rested for a while, it started to move around again, trying to drive away the little thing crawling on it, maybe it was because of being close to Siran for a whole morning, this time the illusion was extraordinarily real, and Siran's mind tightened , For a moment, he was recruited.

As soon as he let go of his hand, he fell straight down from mid-air!

The treasure book's blood-red characters swiped across the screen: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——】

Si Ran broke free from the illusion, and also raised his voice: "Ahhhhhh—"

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, the sound of the wind passed by his ears suddenly, and the strong sense of weightlessness made him uncomfortable from head to toe like an electric shock. The ghost grass stretched out its small whiskers and tried to hook the tree trunk, but it was useless, it was too slippery , can't hold it at all.

Seeing the ground getting closer and closer, Siran stuffed the ghost grass that came out of his sleeve robe and swayed outside in the wind into his arms, bent over, protected his head, and gritted his teeth to prepare for the impact——

boom!

This is not the sound of falling to the ground, but the sound of Yun Mo flying through the air with his sword flying.

The sword cultivator in black long clothes stepped on a pure black long sword, and rushed towards the direction where Si Ran fell. After approaching Si Ran, he jumped up from the sword with his strength, stretched out his arms, and dropped Si Ran. Then embraced in his arms——

Siran threw himself into Yun Mo's arms.

Yun Mo held the back of Siran's head with one hand, turned around in mid-air and stepped on the tree to borrow his strength. The ink sword flew flat beside him as if spiritually. He jumped onto the black long sword and landed slowly on the ground.

The black sword returned to its sheath, and let out a soft cry, Yun Mo patted the hilt of the sword with the other hand, put Siran down, and asked, "How do you feel?"

There was no blood on Siran's face, and after such a short effort, his back was covered with cold sweat.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly, but his whole body was still filled with a sense of weakness after panic. Fortunately, the spiritual power slowly flowed through his meridians, nourishing his weak body.

The heart was still beating vigorously, took a few breaths suddenly, and finally calmed down, said: "It's okay, I'm just a little scared, thank you."

Although a cultivator has rough skin and thick flesh, if he really fell like this, he would have a hard time recovering from his injuries, and he would have to lie back on the bed again.

"It's fine," Yun Mo also heaved a sigh of relief, "How did you climb so high?"

Speaking of this, Siran really burst into tears.

"It's a long story," he sighed wearily, and didn't want to elaborate, "I just went up to pick a green bud, and it was all accidental."

"Qingyunya?" Yun Mo frowned, remembering that Siran seems to be picking all kinds of spiritual plants these days, "Do you need a lot of spiritual plants?"

Thinking of the long list in the treasure book, Siran sighed: "It's okay, not too many, but the variety is relatively wide. This time it was really an accident. Who knew that little white bird was so doggy—"

"You can directly ask Jianzong in this regard," Yun Mo looked at him, "Jianzong will be able to collect these spiritual plants in no time, and you don't need to take the risk to pick them."

Siran scratched his face sideways: "No need, I want quite a lot of spiritual plants, and the price is not low, and it's not easy to collect. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, so I can look for it slowly."

It is not necessary to activate the spiritual root to the upper limit at one time, he can find a group to activate a group.

"You saved the entire Jianzong," Yun Mo said in a serious tone, "You can make any request, just like Elder Qi said, as long as it does not violate ethics and morals, Jianzong will definitely do its best to complete it."

Siran blinked his eyes, as if a little puzzled: "Didn't I say that, you accepted Gu Ling as a disciple and guided him to practice, even if you canceled that favor."

Yun Mo frowned slightly: "These two things are completely unequal, how can we offset—"

"It's ok, it's just that you're overthinking it." Siran restrained the expression on his face, looking a little cold.

"From your point of view, I was the one who saved Jianzong, but in my opinion, it was just a favor for myself to live more comfortably in the future. Don't be too grateful for it. After all, it's just one thing. .”

Siran took a step back, as if drawing a line.

"You sword cultivators are all very good people, and you know how to repay your kindness, but in fact, you really don't need to think too much about this matter."

He pinched his fingers unconsciously: "I think it was good as before. You see, I have made my request a long time ago. This matter has been settled. You should just be like before, out of harmony with Si Xingfeng." Deal, let me stay in Jianzong, protect my safety when necessary, and then wait for 100 years... that's fine."

As the breeze blew, the crowns of several nan trees next to him shook slightly, casting a small shadow on Yun Mo's body. In the shadow, Si Ran couldn't see his expression clearly, and didn't dare to look at him.

Yun Mo didn't speak, he lowered his eyes, his long black clothes lined his face like ice and snow, his lips were tightly pressed, and his lips were light in color.

Siran scratched his hair a little annoyed. He was never good at establishing close relationships with other people. He used to be like this when he was in school. Sometimes I want to change, but I don't know where to start.

Seeing that Yun Mo had been silent for a long time, Si Ran couldn't help muttering, did he say too much?

The ghost grass crawled back and forth in his arms, just now it tried to wrap itself around the tree and ran off Siran's wrist, now it is going to run back and occupy its own throne!

A small piece of seaweed was crawling sexily, and its long whiskers seemed to have swept something.

"I..." Siran opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, there was a chirping sound from the sky, and the little white bird that had fled halfway was long overdue.

Si Ran suddenly seemed to see a savior, and he didn't bother to condemn the bird for being irresponsible. He hurriedly said "I'll go first", then turned around and jumped on the little white bird.

A few thin sheets of paper slipped from his arms, but Si Ran didn't notice it.

The little white bird flapped its wings and flew away, carrying him away.

The eyelashes of Yun Mo, who was left in place, trembled slightly, and there was a trace of emotion in his heart that made him feel a little strange.

He closed his eyes, and the black sword at his waist sensed the master's mood, and let out a soft chime.

After a while, the wind stopped, the trees stopped shaking, and an indescribable silence filled the surroundings.

Yun Mo pressed down on the hilt of his sword, and was about to leave with lowered eyes, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sheets of paper spread out on the ground.

This is……

Yun Mo had seen this kind of paper before, and it seemed that Siran used this kind of paper when he wrote his storybook before, and the handwriting on it was also the same as Siran's signature before.

He walked forward, the wind blew again, the paper was blown and scattered, several sheets were spread out, and on one of them, the four characters of Linyue Sword Immortal instantly attracted Yun Mo's attention.

Is this... the original manuscript of "Sword Immortal"?

Yun Mo patiently put away the blown papers one by one.

It's just that the order has been messed up, and there is no number marked on the paper. Jian Xiu, who has always pursued perfection, paused for a moment. He couldn't bear the obsessive-compulsive disorder in his heart, and tried to return these pages to the original order.

He has actually read the book "Sword Immortal" many times, and he is very familiar with the plots in it. It is not difficult to restore the order.

Yun Mo's fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints, he picked up one of the pages, and simply