Waste wood knows everything

For his own happiness, Siran forcibly suppressed the mysterious disappearance of Xiao Huangwen in the deepest part of his memory.

Excessive thinking is unacceptable, and worrying hurts the body and hair. Don't think that there are no bald people in this cultivation world. Just look at Elder Yu of Jianzong, and you will know that hair loss has already become a worldwide problem.

He's still young, he can't be bald yet.

Thinking of this, Siran refocused his attention on practicing hard and advancing every day.

Before climbing up the phantom tree to pick green buds, he also collected a lot of spiritual objects one after another, and he could have more than a dozen groups together, so he absorbed this first, so that the spiritual roots would be more Activate a little, and the speed of cultivation will be faster.

The Five Elements Spiritual Root cursed and began to tear the goblin with his hands, and Siran's spiritual root activation rate finally climbed to 0.4%. Although the base was small, it had quadrupled after all, and the difference was immediately apparent.

Siran happily meditated all night to show his sincerity, and then wandered around the entire Jianzong like a student who went crazy after the final exam.

This morning, he originally wanted to have dinner with Liu Sirui, but he found that he was still catching birds outside and hadn't returned, so he turned his footsteps towards Linguan Peak Forest and headed towards Gu Ling who saw Lanfeng.

Almost a week later, the eruption of Gu Ling's volcano was over, and it was time to enter the dormant period.

Si Ran sat on the little white bird and circled over Jianlan Peak. From a distance, he saw Gu Ling practicing his sword in the open space in front of the wooden house. He found a corner and jumped off the back of the little white bird.

Since he was airdropped by the bird last time, he has become more proficient in this movement.

As early as two months ago, Gu Ling had been accepted as a disciple by Jian Zong. It was heard that Jian Zong planned to recruit him into the inner sect, but Gu Ling refused. He felt that his strength was limited, so he insisted on staying in the outer sect and honed slowly. own swordsmanship.

The outer disciples of Jianzong do not have one-on-one masters, but have a unified sword practice class once a week. If you have any questions on weekdays, you can ask them, but swordsmanship actually depends more on self-perception, and the basic skills Just a few tricks, mainly practicing by yourself.

Of course, the cultivation base cannot be left behind.

Siran dragged the small bench at the door of the wooden house over, and sat watching Gu Ling dance with his sword. He didn't know much about swordsmanship, his eyes were darkened, and he felt a little sleepy after looking at it for a while, so he asked Baoshu to come out and analyze it , What is this sword technique?

The treasure book slowly went online: [Jianzong's basic 36 moves, first-level martial arts, the essence of the basic swordsmanship condensed by the elders of Jianzong's founding sect, seeing the big from the small, simplifying the complex, suitable for all swordsmen Basic exercises for the reader.The performer has a high degree of comprehension of martial arts, but there is still room for improvement in the details. Evaluation: The flaws do not conceal the advantages. 】

Siran's eyes lit up, and suddenly he felt that this sword technique was a bit graceful: "It turns out that it is so powerful, if it can get rid of this flaw without concealing a trace of flaw in Yu, wouldn't it be perfect!"

"Come and tell me, what are the details that need to be improved?"

The treasure book is like a ruthless machine for absorbing spiritual power: [Cheng Hui's spiritual power is [-]%. 】

Siran blinked: "So much?"

Although the description of the Jianzong basic 36 moves looks powerful, it is only a first-order martial skill. Could it be that the spiritual power given to it before caused it to inflate?

Baoshu taunted even more mercilessly: 【What level is your own swordsmanship? Don't you have any points in mind? 】

Siran: "..."

Siran was a bit speechless: "Shu'er, are you in a bad mood recently? What makes you unhappy, tell me to make me happy."

Treasure Book: […]

The treasure book has launched a new version of the blue and gloomy series of fonts: [You would rather drop the little yellow text than show it to me. 】

Siran didn't expect this book to care about Xiao Huangwen's affairs, so he was a little surprised: "If you really want to read it so much, tell me earlier, I can make a copy for you."

Baoshu didn't expect Siran to become so talkative, and even said that he would customize a small yellow text for it!

It was very moved, and just about to express its joy, Siran continued.

"What type do you like? Is it a simple and stable tome? Or a young and energetic bestseller? How about the proud and lovely hardcover version? The simple and gentle paperback version also has a special charm. Do you like Dictionaries? It is very interesting at first glance. Qian, how about the textbooks? The books look pretty good, and the picture books are pretty good too. Although there are not many words, they look good!"

"There are so many kinds, do you like it? Feel free to tell me which one you like, don't be embarrassed, by the way, I don't know how to write the little Huangwen in your book, can you guide me? For example, postures and actions... ..."

Baoshu's angry bright red bloody exclamation mark swiped the screen!

"Okay," Siran said, "You're not a human being. What kind of little yellow text are you looking at? My little yellow text didn't drop on my own initiative. It's all accidents, accidents."

Treasure Book: [Humph...]

Siran: "And you can't watch it even if it's not dropped."

Treasure Book: […]

Before teasing the book in his mind until the pages of the book stood up, Siran skillfully comforted him, and gave [-]% of his spiritual power in exchange for Gu Ling's modifiable details on this set of sword techniques.

The communication between him and Baoshu is all in his mind, so from the outside, it looks like he is just staring at the void in a daze, with a bewildered smile from time to time, just like a daydreaming fool.

After Gu Ling finished dancing a set of sword skills, he walked towards Siran with the sword in his hand.

He had noticed Siran's arrival a long time ago. At this moment, he saw Siran propping his chin in a drowsy daze, raised his eyebrows, and kicked the leg of the stool with his foot: "Wake up, go back to sleep, come to me What are you daydreaming about?"

Siran's eyes focused instantly, touched his chin, and thought about how to tell Gu Ling about the change: "Actually, I had a dream."

"..." Gu Ling glanced at him sideways, sat down on the chair next to him, and snorted coldly, "I see, don't you dream every day, what's so strange about it."

"I dreamed that a grandfather said something to me." Si Ran pretended to be deep.

Gu Ling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Heh, if you read too many scripts, you should practice hard and wash your brain."

"He told me that you just practiced the basic 36 moves of Jian Zong. The seventh move should increase the flow of spiritual power in the lower body and stabilize the center of gravity." Si Ran felt that Gu Ling was particularly vindictive, and he was still thinking about it About Ben, "It is better to raise the sword higher in the ninth move of No. 20. You don't have to stick to specific movements. It is better to fully stretch your limbs."

Gu Ling was pouring a cup of tea, just about to drink it, after hearing what Si Ran said, he stopped drinking the tea, and asked with a frown, "Did you dream about it?"

Siran squeezed her fingers: "Yes."

Gu Lingpi snorted coldly with a half-smile, and seeing his unconscious little movements, said coolly: "Your guilty conscience and finger-pinching problem are still the same as before."

Siran: "..."

Gu Ling ignored him, got up and drew his sword, and directly practiced the 36 basic Jianzong moves, but this time he changed two of the moves according to what Si Ran said.

In the last move, the tip of the silver sword drew a circular arc in mid-air, the spiritual power poured out from the tip of the sword, the body of the sword trembled slightly, and a low hum sounded, the swayed spiritual power was driven by the momentum of the sword to surround the surroundings, Concentrated but not dispersed, faintly revealing a sharp coercion.

This is a small achievement in martial arts.

The sunlight shone on the metal sword body, reflecting a dazzling light. Gu Ling's breathing was a little short. He threw the sword in his hand aside casually, took a deep breath, and calmed down his panting after exercising.

After his breathing stabilized, he casually wiped the sweat off his head with the corner of his clothes. His expression still looked unhappy, but it was a bit better than the usual cynical powder keg. He walked over to Siran and stared at him for a long time. Yes, and then I choked out a sentence: "Oh, thank you."

Siran: "..."

You don't have to push yourself so hard.

After Gu Ling said these words, his whole face was a little uncomfortable and weird. He folded his hands on his chest and remained silent for a while, before he said another nonsensical sentence: "As expected of Si Xingfeng's son."

I can't hear too much emotion in this sentence, and I don't know whether it is a sincere compliment or a mockery.

Siran didn't really care about this, he was just a little curious: "You know Si Xingfeng?"

Gu Ling glanced at him, and didn't ask why Siran called Si Xingfeng by his name, but said: "No one in the entire Xianyun sect knows him."

Si Xingfeng in the distracted stage can basically walk sideways in a medium-sized sect like Xianyun Sect. In addition, his early experience seems to be quite legendary, and he is well known by everyone in Xianyun Sect, which is normal.

However, Siran still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't grasp the subtle point, so he didn't bother anymore after some thinking to no avail.

He wanted to invite Gu Ling to go out for a walk together, but Gu Ling flatly refused, and went back to his cabin with a sullen head.

The nature of mushrooms is not so easily changed.

Siran felt pity in his heart, and he didn't insist on moving the explosive mushroom to the sun. He rode his little white bird happily by himself, and went crazy for another day in Jianzong until the sky darkened. He bounced back to Linguan Peak.

As soon as he stepped on the land of Linguan Peak, Si Ran saw Yun Mo.

He couldn't pretend he didn't see it, but Yun Mo was standing at the entrance of his cave, like a human-shaped sign, staring ahead, motionless, and he didn't know how long he stood.

Although Siran and Yun Mo are neighbors on Linguan Peak, their caves are separated by a layer of stone walls, but they can hardly touch each other on weekdays. He just woke up and Yun Mo has gone out to practice swords. They have already meditated and practiced, and the biological clocks of the two people are perfectly staggered.

Siran still walked forward and said politely: "Good evening."

He didn't know what to say, so he just asked first.

Yun Mo also replied, "Good evening."

Siran thought that the two of them would fall into a suffocating and embarrassing silence after a dry good night. When this silence could only end in an even more embarrassing way, Yun Mo raised his hand slightly. Raising his hand, he shot a wave of spiritual power towards the towering stone wall behind him.

Puchi-

It seemed to be the sound of flames igniting.

Before Siran could figure out the source of the sound, he heard the sound gradually increase, and when it reached a certain level, it stopped suddenly for a moment, and then there were several bang bang bangs.

Under the night sky, one after another fireworks shot up into the sky, drawing an inconspicuous trace in the night sky, and when they leaped to the highest point, they exploded with a bang, and the brilliant colors immediately filled the entire sky.

The beauty of the flame reaction is perfectly reflected. Compared with the fireworks that Siran made to save himself when he first came to this world, the fireworks look much better. The colors are rich, extraordinarily gorgeous, and colorful. The light shines under the night sky, and the dark light appears from time to time in the dark night, making Yun Mo's side face extraordinarily deep.

Siran raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

When he was in the modern world, he was also at home. During the Chinese New Year, he glimpsed the fireworks set off by other people’s houses through the window. When these things were banned in the cities behind, he never saw them again.

Siran stared blankly at it for a while before realizing that the fireworks were set off by Yun Mo.

Yunmo set off fireworks! ?

What kind of terrifying combination is this?

Si Ran stared at Yun Mo for a long time with a horror of "If you are kidnapped, blink your eyes", swallowed, and whispered: "This fireworks...?"

"I'm very sorry about what happened before." Another firework shot up into the sky, exploding into a huge and gorgeous colorful flower in the air, Yun Mo said in a low voice, "Jianzong should consider your thoughts, and should not take it for granted , put too much pressure on you."

Si Ran almost forgot, after hearing what he said, he remembered what happened on Yingri Peak that day.

"It's okay," he said in a complicated mood, "It's fine for everyone to be peaceful and normal in the future."

Yun Mo prepared a lot of fireworks, and the bang bang bang has not stopped for a long time, but Si Ran couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "So why did you get these fireworks..."

"Suggestion from the same sect's junior brother," Yun Mo looked relaxed, "Beautiful scenery will bring you a good mood. I saw that you seemed to be in a bad mood before you left last time, so I brought some fireworks over."

Siran: "Beautiful... scenery?"

Yun Mo: "Is there anything wrong with the one recommended by the manager of the market at the foot of the mountain?"

"Sure, quite good," Siran nodded repeatedly, "These fireworks are pretty good, very beautiful, rich in color, regular in shape, and look like the best among fireworks."

It just doesn't match the style of sword repair.

Yun Mo also nodded slightly, and said, "Actually, there is one more thing..."

Siran felt bad when he heard these words now, so he said cautiously: "What do you think?"

Yun Mo took out a few sheets of paper from the storage bag. These papers looked familiar, and they were exactly the same as the paper that Siran usually used to write his story books. Some ink stains, from a distance, also reveal a strong familiarity.

Siran gradually became sluggish.

"When you left last time, you dropped a few pieces of paper on Yingri Peak, so I picked them up." Yun Mo handed the pieces of paper to Siran, "I think there's something—"

"did you see it yet?"

Siran squeezed these words out of his throat with difficulty.

Yun Mo originally wanted to say, I read it, and also wanted to talk about some mistakes and omissions that need to be corrected.

But Siran's expression was too lifeless, and his tone of voice was particularly ashamed, Yun Mo rarely asked and answered according to his inner thoughts, but was silent for a moment.

The last firework dissipated into the night sky, and Si Ran felt that he, like this firework, would soon dissipate with the wind.

He stared at the lost little yellow text in Yun Mo's hand: "Have you read it?"

Yun Mo felt that this answer would be crucial.

Siran's whole body was a bit dark: "You didn't read it, did you?"

Yun Mo looked at Si Ran who was almost turning into a statue and then weathered every inch, his heart skipped a beat, and he lied for the first time in his life.

"...Well, I didn't read it."

The author has something to say: After a few years.

Si Ran angry: Didn't you say you haven't seen it!

Liver, there will always be a squeeze.