Waste wood knows everything

Siran flew with his head buried in the little white bird.

The little white bird probably had a guilty conscience, and flapped its wings extraordinarily vigorously along the way, even though a few fluffs were accidentally torn off by Si Ran, it didn't make any noise. When he finally arrived at Linguan Peak and got off the bird's back, , it leaned over obsequiously and rubbed Siran's forehead.

Just like an unscrupulous seller who will do anything for good reviews!

"Oh, if I knew today, why bother?" The fluffy bird's head rubbed against the bottom line, stretched out his hands and angrily ruminated the bird from head to toe, and then said mercifully , "Okay, let's go, it's not an example."

The little white bird stunned by rua stood still for a long time, a few small down feathers fell from the top of its head, it looked at the little down feathers, choked up, and flew away crying with two bags of tears in its mouth.

The scenery of Linguan Peak is still beautiful.

The plants in the cultivation world have been baptized by spiritual energy, and their vitality is particularly strong. The trees that were damaged by lightning soon regained their vitality, and the scorched tree on the edge also sprouted after cutting off the dead branches. Green shoots.

After the little white bird flew away, Siran didn't return to the cave immediately, but squatted under a big tree with a lush canopy, propped his head up, staring at the hard-working ants on the ground in a daze.

The green-headed ants on Linguan Peak have already moved to Yingri Peak. Now these ants on the ground are other species of ants, but maybe the ants also communicate with each other. Si Ran always feels that these ants are particularly afraid of him. When he does it, he will definitely make a big semicircle.

His reputation in the ant circle is at stake.

Wrapped around Siran's wrist, Ghost Misao changed her outfit again today, wearing a red and green jacket with big flowers. It stretched out a small whisker and crawled down slowly. A small flower bloomed on the tip of the whisker. Just around the corner trying to seduce passing ants.

Si Ran lowered his eyes and glanced down, there were really a few stupid ants attracted by the little flower, just getting closer, the tentacles on the head that are responsible for sensing the outside world trembled, and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

"Give up, your master has already been blocked by the ant circle."

Siran pulled back the startled Xiaoxuxu of Gui Micao, and the slippery touch of his fingertips made him pause, remembering the things he had left behind.

Xiao Huangwen hasn't torn it up yet.

Baoshu said that his writing is quite special, and has an extraordinary influence and contagious power on others. Even if his current strength is low and his contagious power will not last long, it has also set off a wave in the cultivation world in a short period of time. trend.

The rebirth of the cliff-jumping ring and the like are nothing more than infection, anyway, it will subside after a while, but this little Huang Wen——

Baoshu hummed: [What's so special about Xiao Huangwen? 】

Siran pondered for a moment: "Maybe it is special because it will be harmonized."

Baoshu: [What is this special? 】

Seran said slowly: "What's your full name?"

Baoshu: [Koukou Baoshu, what's wrong?You are not strong enough now, and you still can't see my full name. 】

Siran quietly digs a hole: "Do you think you are special?"

Baoshu is confident: [Special!Of course special!I am the only unique book in the whole world. Who in this world...except you, who can be more special than me? 】

"That's all right," Siran reached out to take out his little Huang Wen in his arms, "Isn't the harmonized little Huang Wen also full of mouths, and they have more mouths than you, so why can't they be special?"

Treasure Book: […]

Baoshu angrily swiped the screen with a bright red exclamation point!

"Hey, don't make trouble, just make a joke."

Siran dug out in his bosom for a long time, but he couldn't find the few pages he was familiar with. His smile froze, his heart jumped up, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wait, book, you still have a few pages to read?" Do you remember where I put my little Huangwen?"

This feeling is the same as there are 5 minutes before the end of the exam, but when you turn it over, you find that you have missed a big question.

Si Ran didn't show his expression, but there was already a huge wave in his mind, the thin boat was rolling in the wind and rain, and the wind and rain hit his face, shivering.

calm.

Don't panic.

The robe on his body is the most popular style at the moment. There are pockets sewn on the left and right sides of the robe. These pockets are ordinary styles with three sides sewn and one side open. Can dig into the bottom of the sky.

Siran buttoned and buttoned these two pockets, buttoning out the little threads at the corners. The more he buttoned it, the colder he felt in his heart. Slapping the face is even more bleak.

The treasure book gave him the final blow: [Isn't it just in your arms, haven't you torn it off?Let me see it before tearing it down. 】

Siran trembled his lips: "Not torn."

Baoshu: [Ah? 】

Si Ran closed her eyes and choked with sobs: "It's gone."

Ahhhhhhh it's gone!

Where did it go? Where did it go?

When did it fall, how long did it take, was it picked up by someone, was it recognized by someone... Countless questions came to my mind, Su Ran's mind was overheated and stuck for a moment, looking up at the sky, a leaf fell off, It hit him on the face, and he woke up a little bit with a jolt.

Don't panic, it's not a big problem.

It's just a small yellow article "without a signature".

Who would have known it was written by him?

Well, Xie Rongqing should be able to recognize his handwriting, but with his personality, it doesn't affect much after reading it. As a partner of the same class, Si Ran knows that Xie Rongqing has read all the famous Xiao Huangwen scripts under the mountain. Once, he had a big heart, and he watched it as soon as he saw it, and he forgot all about it not long after.

As for another person who knew his handwriting... Yun Mo.

Thinking that if this little Huang Wen was seen by Yun Mo, especially because Yun Mo was also the prototype of Linyue Sword Immortal in his little Huang Wen, Goosebumps all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and he was shocked by such a terrifying possibility. She was so shocked that she wished she could go to Jianzong's sacred place for jumping off the cliff, and leave in peace after leaving behind her life and death.

Oops.

Suddenly something came to Siran's mind, he jumped up, and immediately wanted to run towards Yingri Peak.

The grass, it must have landed on Yingri Peak when it just fell from the tree.

He remembered that the Ghost Misty Grass was crawling back and forth in his arms, maybe it was at that time that the papers were pushed out, and it happened that Yun Mo was also at Yingri Peak at that time, if he really picked it up arrive--

asphyxia.

He had just stepped out, but he remembered how he said goodbye to Yun Mo in a hurry before, and left from Yingri Peak without looking back. Isn't it more embarrassing?

Si Ran stepped forward with one foot, but the other foot was unable to step forward for a long time due to various concerns. The whole person was like the small flag in the center of the tug-of-war rope. The two sides competed and were in a dilemma.

Otherwise, come later?

He paced back and forth under the tree, watching the sun gradually sinking to the west, and when it was almost evening, he hurriedly rented a little white bird and galloped in the direction of Yingri Peak.

When he arrived at Yingri Peak, before it was completely dark, he ran to the magic nanshu tree, which skillfully created an illusion for him.However, the reality may be more terrifying than the illusion at this time, so he didn't have time to pay attention to it. Like a groundhog digging a hole, he lowered his head and carefully dug the area with a radius of 50 meters. Not found.

Baoshu comforted him: [Think of something good. Anyway, no matter how you look for it now, it is probably too late. If someone really wants to pick it up, I would have picked it up a long time ago. If no one picks it up, I guess no one will pick it up later. 】

This paper is just ordinary paper, after being exposed to wind, sun and rain for a few days, I couldn't even read what was written on it.

Siran's mood is still depressed: "Yes."

Baoshu continued: [Actually, it’s not completely impossible…]

Siran raised his head: "What way?"

Baoshu put up a picture: 【Come on, turn this red koi, and you can make your wishes come true! 】

Siran stared at the picture in front of him for a long time, and said in a dull tone, "This is a braised carp, not a red koi..."

It's over, I feel even more hopeless, the carp has been braised in soy sauce, doesn't this indicate that his future will be the same as this carp, it will be fried and braised in a pot with onion, ginger, garlic and chili...

Yes, it's a little delicious.

Siran just gave up, he couldn't find it, so there's no use worrying anymore, it's better to go back and make some braised carp to eat, after ten days and half a month, even if someone really picks it up, who would care about it? Remember this thing?

He dragged his tired and hungry body to go back, but he heard someone shouting behind him: "Hey, Siran, why did you come to me today in such a free time?"

He turned around and saw that it was Xie Rongqing.

This Yingri Peak is the residence of Xie Rongqing. Of course, he is not alone. In this sword sect, Yun Mo is the only one who can monopolize a peak below the Nascent Soul Stage.

Seeing Xie Rongqing, Siran braced himself up and greeted him, chatting casually.

The content of the chat was nothing more than what new storybooks came out at the foot of the mountain recently, and who jumped off the cliff and was beaten by the red feather fox in the past few days, etc. Listening quietly, he remembered an extremely important thing, and his tone suddenly became serious Get up: "By the way, there is one thing, you must never say it."

Xie Rongqing: "What's the matter?"

Siran lowered his voice: "That's right, don't tell others, I wrote those scripts."

The storybook turmoil has not completely passed, and during this period of time, he will do everything possible to cover his dangerous little vest.

"Understood." Xie Rongqing also lowered her voice, and moved her head closer, mysteriously, "Elder Qi knows about the book, even the red feather fox. It has been very popular these days, and it goes down the mountain every day Run, determined to find out the person who wrote the script."

Siran: "..."

Siran and Xie Rongqing squatted under the phantom tree furtively, head to head, talking in a breathy voice, just like underground party transactions, they almost didn't give a secret sign.

Xie Rongqing assured: "Don't worry, we are two grasshoppers on the same rope. I will never confess you."

From the writing of the whole storybook to the listing, Siran was responsible for the original manuscript, and Xie Rongqing was responsible for the entry and sales. If Chiyuhu really knew about it, I am afraid that Xie Rongqing would be even worse. After all, it is a new and old hatred.

Xie Rongqing took out a small cloth bag from the storage bag and stuffed it furtively: "This is the bonus for the new story book."

Siran also stealthily put away the small cloth bag: "Understood, thank you very much."

Xie Rongqing patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going back, take care."

Siran nodded: "You too, be careful of the red feather fox."

The two looked at each other, and then stood up pretending to be nonchalant. The shoe prints on the ground were smoothed out, making it look like no one had ever been there before.

Xie Rongqing ran back to her own cave in big strides, she kept her eyes fixed the whole time, with a relaxed expression, as if she had just returned from practicing sword.

Siran rode on his beloved little white bird, rubbed the bird's head gently, and could not see the slightest sense of nervousness before, as if he just came to Yingri Peak to see the scenery, and now he is going to go back.

Onlookers watched the whole treasure book: […]

Why are you two playing so much?

Time went back to three hours ago.

On Yingri Peak, the sun was shining brightly. Yun Mo stood under the sun, his back straight, and his black clothes seemed to absorb all the light. His long black hair was neatly tied up, revealing his snow-white and slender neck.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the paper in front of him. His expression didn't seem to show much clues, but his fingertips that were pinching the paper tightened a little bit, turning a little pale.

Yun Mo knew that Siran's writing skills were good, and the scripts he wrote were vivid and delicate. Although Yun Mo had never read other scripts on the market, Xie Rongqing, who was an expert in listening scripts, commented on them by chance. Full of imagery.

At that time, he didn't quite understand what the so-called sense of imagery meant.

But today, he seems to understand.

The few pages in his hand are clearly not the original manuscript of Sword Immortal, but... but a separate...

Yun Mo knew that he should not flip through Siran's items casually, but a cultivator's reading speed is already fast, and Siran's article is extraordinarily smooth and attractive. Yun Mo just glanced at it, and the word on it One sentence popped into my mind.

Then, the pictures that were so charming to the extreme were quietly outlined.

Yun Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ink sword at his waist let out a long, high-pitched cry at the right time. He pressed the hilt of the sword, and slightly raised his eyes, his eyes were full of clarity.

The edge of the paper was wrinkled by him, Yun Mo smoothed it out with spiritual power, then folded the paper in the original order and put it in the storage bag.

Siran is an adult, writing this article... There is nothing wrong with it.

The realm of self-cultivation is actually much more open than that of the common realm. It can be seen specifically that there are various color storybooks with extremely high sales volume at the foot of the mountain. There is no need to worry too much about influencing others.

only--

Yun Mo walked slowly to the place where he usually practiced swords, but his heart was not as calm as he showed.

There are two things that he still cares about a little bit.

The first thing is that between a man and a man, it can... also be possible. This makes Yun Mo, who is usually immersed in sword practice, suddenly have the illusion that he has opened the door to some new world.

The second thing is...

He had previously corrected the specific classification of the degree of activation of the spirit sword and spiritual wisdom and possible manifestations, but looking at the description in this article, there are still mistakes and omissions, and there is no modification.

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: No, it needs to be changed.

Siran: Are you a devil?