Waste wood knows everything

Even if Yun Mo said that he hadn't read the little yellow article, Si Ran still inevitably fell into a long-term depression.

His heart is filled with various complex emotions, including but not limited to——

Suffocation: Damn why did the nightmare come true?

Doubt: Did Yun Mo really not watch it?Could it be a lie?No, but how could a sword cultivator deceive people!

Shame: No matter whether you see Xiao Huangwen being picked up by others or someone you know, this is simply the first step of social death.

This made him seem to be covered with a layer of gray fog, with a dark cloud floating behind him, crackling thunder and rain.

Siran went out in a trance every day, squatting under the big tree at the door and poking ants. The ants on Linguan Peak moved and fled here overnight. Xie Rongqing from Yingri Peak complained that the number of insects on the peak had recently increased increase.

After being dazed under the tree for half a day, he would wander around like a ghost in the entire Jianzong. Even the little white bird found that he was in a bad mood, and quickly pecked him on the forehead with its sharp beak. But it's just a moment to save from depression.

And also paid the price of several down feathers on the top of the head.

The disciple who was in charge of managing the little white birds asked Qi Yan for urgent help. Recently, the spirit beasts in the sect had become increasingly noticeable, and they were in urgent need of elixir to help grow hair. Several little white birds were going to be depressed!

After Man Jianzong's wandering is over, he will step on the evening clouds, return to the cave silently, bury himself in the quilt, and try to become a mushroom.

Yun Mo, who is only separated from Siran by a wall, naturally sees all this in his eyes.

Sword cultivators with clear goals, tenacious minds, and unmoved by external objects don't quite understand where the abnormality of Si Ran comes from. Sword cultivators can forget the character of everything in the world when they bury their heads in practicing swords. All troubles are just disposable products , the only thing that can remain in their hearts is the sword in their hands.

However, Yun Mo still paid attention to this matter.

Seeing that the cloudy and rainy day behind Siran lasted for three full days, this morning, Yun Mo did not go out to practice swords on time for the first time. Fetch small tasks.

After he left, the young disciple on duty behind him showed a look of hesitation.

Yun Mo didn't care, but went straight back to Linguan Peak, just in time to meet Siran who was routinely wandering about with ghosts.

Siran didn't expect to see Yun Mo at this point, so he raised his hand and waved: "Good morning."

Saying good morning, good noon, and good evening like Siran is not commonly used in the cultivation world, and Yun Mo was also misled by Siran, so he greeted according to the weather and time.

"Good morning," Yun Mo nodded, but he didn't walk away like Si Ran thought, but stood on his way forward, "I see that you seem to be in a bad mood these days..."

Subconsciously, Siran raised his head to look at the high hanging sun, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I can't see the fireworks in broad daylight..."

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo was silent for a moment, and finally found what he wanted to say: "It's not fireworks, I just think that if you are in a bad mood, why don't you come out and have a look and relax?"

Exodus?

The wilted Siran slowly raised his head.

As a large sect, Jianzong really has a very wide scope. Its core area is the continuous mountains covered by the large array of guards in Jianzong, and the surrounding towns and markets are actually within the territory of Jianzong.

Siran knew that his cultivation base was not high, so he didn't dare to run around. Apart from harming small animals everywhere in the mountains, at most he went to the town market to wander around, and he hadn't really been to places other than Jianzong.

He was a little moved: "I want to become a sect, where are I going? My strength is limited, so if I rashly become a sect, will there be any danger?"

The safety of Jianzong's homeland can usually be guaranteed, except for the last thunder disaster.Siran originally thought that he would never take a step away from Jianzong before the establishment of the foundation, but people are always fickle, and the plan is to be broken. Yun Mo's words aroused his little jiojio who was eager to test the edge of the plan .

"You can rest assured about this." Seeing that Siran's gloomy expression finally brightened a bit, Yun Mo also felt that his decision this time was feasible, he said softly, "I have accepted a task of retrieving things from the sect, and it will take a lot of time. It is long and safe, and the location is in Dust Valley, south of Jianzong."

"I have never been to Dust Valley, but I heard that this place has beautiful scenery, unique customs, and a lot of food. It must be a good place to relax. I don't know... would you like to go with me?"

Every time Yun Mo said a word, the little dark cloud behind Siran dispersed, until the whole sentence was finished, Siran had temporarily let go of the dullness in his heart, and was even a little excited, but he still reserved: "Then...then Just go."

Yun Mo nodded slightly, and out of safety considerations, he still took out a jade charm from the storage bag and handed it to him to communicate with each other.

Siran put the jade talisman away, he didn't need to pack any luggage, everything was in the storage bag, and he could leave at any time, the two of them got on the flying spirit weapon that morning, and went all the way to Dust Valley .

It wasn't until sitting in the flying spirit weapon and looking at the rapidly changing scenery around him that little bubbles of joy burst into Si Ran's heart.

Travel at public expense!

bodyguards!

What kind of fairy-level treatment is this!

Jianzong, the main hall of Qiantian Peak.

After several months of repairs, the hole in the roof of the main hall was finally repaired, and the formation around it was specially asked to be redrawn, and the alchemy room that was blown up in the hall was also rebuilt.

It's just that the wall outside the room was painted bright red, which is said to be the content of a new storybook published during this period, saying that red represents luck.

If it wasn't for Qi Feng's obstruction, Qi Yan would still want to print two koi.

Yun Xinzhi, who was urgently transferred to the Vice Peak during Lei Jie, also returned to the main hall of Qiantian Peak. Apart from the accident last time, Qiantian Peak is the place with the highest safety factor in the entire Jianzong.

After feeding Yuqing Dan, the strange poison in Yun Xinzhi's body was finally released, and the dark color between the eyebrows dissipated, but the poisoning time was too long, and the body was deficient. After several months of recuperation, the spiritual power in the body and the external pill Under the double effect of the medicine, he finally woke up.

On the bed, the silver-haired old man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, although his body was old, but his spirit was still good.

Most monks have a long lifespan, and after entering the Foundation Establishment, they will age extremely slowly, and their faces will usually be fixed at the age when they were promoted to Nascent Soul.

Even if he was already aging when he was promoted to Yuanying, there are still many pills that can restore his appearance to youth. Therefore, in this cultivation world, most monks have a face that is no more than 40 years old, and Yun Xinzhi is really a minority.

Yun Xin's love, in the early years, he had a beloved wife named Yanzhi, Yanzhi had no spiritual roots, and could not step into the path of cultivation, even if Yun Xinzhi collected precious treasures and elixir everywhere, he could only extend his life for more than [-] years .

When Yanzhi was in her old age, she could no longer bear the effects of Zhuyan Pill. Seeing her lover getting old, Yun Xinzhi changed his face accordingly. The two spent more than ten years of peaceful years in the mortal village.

After Yanzhi passed away, Yun Xinzhi never changed his appearance back. Instead, he returned to Jianzong with the face of an eighty-year-old man. He found a peak and built a thatched cottage. The legends in the comprehension world fade away.

"You are awake," Qi Feng noticed the movement, and rushed to the main hall in a hurry. Seeing Yun Xinzhi awake on the bed, the big stone that had been pressing on his heart for many days finally moved away, and joked, "You If you don't wake up, Jianzong will have no money to feed you pills."

Yun Xinzhi was still a little weak, he sat on the bed and didn't get up, he smiled: "Okay, tomorrow I'll find an evil sect with a sword and pick it up, see if I can collect some spirit stones, so that Lao Yu can feel at ease, Stop staring at the ledger with a miserable face all day long."

"Hey don't, don't toss about your old bones," Qi Feng waved his hand, "What you did half a year ago really scared us, the whole body was covered in blood, the bones were all splintered, and the wounds were all covered with blood. It was dark, and it took half a year to pull you over from the gate of hell, you were lucky, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to wake up!"

Half a year ago, Yun Xinzhi accidentally heard that there was a spiritual weapon that could go back to the past in the Southern Territory, so he went to look for it alone. Unexpectedly, he was seriously injured when he returned. This made all the sword cultivators of Jianzong extremely frightened and furious, and vowed to find this person.

Yun Xinzhi restrained his expression, and pondered: "I was injured half a year ago. Although it is not clear who is the real behind-the-scenes instigator, it is certain that it has something to do with the Jueyan Sect in the Southern Territory."

"The specific reasons and details will be discussed in detail after the elders gather in a few days."

"Jueyanzong?" Qi Feng frowned, and was shocked to realize that the person who made up the alchemy at the beginning seemed to be the disciple of Jueyanzong, but he didn't take it to heart at the time, and later this person never appeared again. Going to track down his traces has always been fruitless. Looking at it now, this matter is really revealing strangeness everywhere.

He suddenly became angry, Yun Xinzhi saw this, and comforted him not to get angry, Qi Feng was about to tell the disaster that almost destroyed Jianzong some time ago, but seeing Yun Xinzhi's weak appearance, the words that came to his mouth were still rejected He pressed down.

Forget it, wait a few days for Xinzhi to recover, and then tell me about it.

Qi Feng made a face, Yun Xinzhi looked funny, shook his head again and again, and changed the subject: "By the way, how is Yun Mo these days?"

"He? Isn't it the same as before, practicing swords and practicing swords," Qi Feng touched a jade talisman, which recorded the quests of the whole sect's disciples, "Occasionally accept a quest, and exchange some for his precious spirit sword The spirit mine, the rest is nothing special... Well, let me see, huh? Strange, he just accepted a low-level fetching task, could it be that he wants to go out and relax?"

Yun Xinzhi successfully diverted Qi Feng's attention, and then said along the way: "The task of fetching things? Where are you going?"

"Dust Valley," Qi Feng rubbed his chin, thinking the name sounded familiar, "this place——"

"Dust Valley?" Yun Xinzhi repeated, with a strange expression on his face.

Qi Feng asked: "What's wrong?"

Yun Xinzhi asked, "Did he go alone?"

Qi Feng thought for a while: "Yun Mo has always been alone, and it is such a simple small task, so he probably won't be with others."

"Then... there shouldn't be any problems. Although the people in Dust Valley like to play, they won't make trouble with Yunmo. After all, he is also a person who can't make trouble." Yun Xinzhi knew his apprentice's character well, and smiled, " There is nothing wrong with Dusty Valley, it’s just a calculation of the time, recently it coincides with the honey festival held once every ten years in the valley, but if it’s just a matter of picking things up, there shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

Qi Feng didn't know much about it, and asked curiously, "What kind of festival is this honey festival?"

"Well, I don't know much. I only know that the disciples who went to Dust Valley during the Honey Festival in previous years never wanted to go there again. I asked them, and they didn't tell me what happened." Yun Xinzhi recalled.

"However, to be honest, this seems to be a... marriage festival."

Inside the flying spirit weapon.

Si Ran is like a primary school student on a spring outing, sitting cross-legged in a corner of the spirit weapon, flipping through the various snacks in the storage bag, intending to grab some melon seeds and knock them out, but when he sees Yun Mo next to him, his eyes are slightly closed and his back is straight. While practicing, the melon seeds were ruthlessly stuffed back.

In the modern world, Siran is a nerd who can never go out without going out.

But he is an atypical nerd. Although he is in the house, his heart is still yearning for the stars and the sea. However, traveling is time-consuming, laborious and tiring. Going out and coming back is like fighting for seven days and nights. After trying it once, he would rather stay at home. Take a look at the pictures on the Internet, and travel in the cloud.

But this world of self-cultivation is different. You basically don’t have to walk on the road, you don’t have to drag your luggage, and you don’t have to queue up for scenic spots.

Siran's suppressed spirit of travel began to burn wildly. He knocked on the precious book and asked him to give some general introductions to the scenic spots first.

Baoshu lazily posted a whole page of text.

Siran looked at it from the beginning to the end with relish, and his heart became more and more looking forward to Dust Deep Valley.

This Dust Valley is located in a deep valley at the southern end of the Eastern Territory, surrounded by steep mountains on all sides, with very small entrances and exits, and it has a feeling of isolation like a peach blossom garden.

The spirit weapon flew for half a day, and in the afternoon and evening, the mountains in front of me suddenly rose a lot, and faintly visible formations surrounded the surrounding area, which was the scope of Dust Valley.

Siran and Yun Mo got off the flying spirit weapon, and after showing their identity as the Sword Sect, they easily entered the Dust Valley from a small path. Unexpectedly, they only took a few steps after entering, and two more doors were erected in front of them.

These two doors stood up out of thin air, a bit like the security gates in the airport, with incomprehensible characters engraved on the door frame, a blue one on the left and a pink one on the right.

From a distance, many people could be seen queuing up to pass through the door. As soon as the characters on the door frame lit up, a thin ribbon appeared on the wrists of these people.

The clothes of the people in the valley are completely different from those of the monks outside. A woman leaning at the door quickly noticed the two outsiders who were sticking around. She raised her eyebrows slightly and walked to the front with small steps. Lazy: "Ah, these two are..."

"I'm Jianzong Yunmo," Yun Mo showed Jianzong's identity card and task card, "By the order of the Zongmen, come here to get this year's honey spring water."

At this time, he was already a little confused. According to the task token, Dust Yougu would usually prepare the honey spring water in advance. If you are in a hurry, you can just take it and leave, but judging from the current situation, no one came. The person who brings spring water.

The woman's eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly remembered something, and said apologetically, "I'm hiding in Xiachen Valley. I'm very sorry. Recently, Dust Valley is in the honey festival, and things are busy. There may be some omissions in the matter of taking honey spring water. If the two If you don't mind, you can enter the valley to rest for a while, and I will send someone to fetch spring water immediately."

Yun Mo nodded: "Nothing."

They originally planned to stay in Dust Yougu for a few more days. Dust Yougu was considered one of the forces under Jianzong's command, and as Jianzong's disciples, they could stay here at will.

Yin Hua smiled slightly, and while walking forward, looked at Siran who was following Yun Mo, and said, "I wonder if this fellow Taoist is..."

Siran felt a little uncomfortable being watched by Yinhua, and took a small step towards Yunmo: "I'm Siran...well, it's also from Jianzong."

Yin Hua raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Then you should not be a sword cultivator."

The three of them quickly walked to the two security gates, and looked down at his clothes. His clothes were no different from those of Jianzong disciples. When they touched their waists, they only touched their own storage. Bag: "Why do you say that? Because I didn't bring a saber?"

"That's not the case." Yin Hua raised the corners of her eyes slightly. She was originally a beautiful woman with a flamboyant appearance, but now she looked even more enchanting. "I have also seen many sword cultivators who put spirit swords in their dantians."

Siran was puzzled: "How did you see that?"

Yin Hua chuckled: "The main thing is temperament."

Siran silently turned his head to look at Yun Mo, trying to find out what is the unique temperament of Jianxiu.

Is it poor?

He looked at his expensive cassock and the high-grade storage bag at his waist filled with the breath of spirit stones, and suddenly felt that he had gotten the truth.

Hey, this fellow Taoist is really serious, how could he say such words casually in front of the sword cultivator?

"How should I put it?" Yin Hua leaned on the small table at the door, tapped her fingertips, as if entering the information of Siran and Yun Mo, "You don't look... so straight."

Siran: "..."

Siran: "???"

Wait, I have to make this clear, what does it mean to be not so straight?

"Those sword cultivators, all of them are going straight, like a lump of iron," Yin Hua pinched a lock of hair and curled it in his hands. Seeing that Siran's expression was wrong, he asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? ?"

Siran: "..."

Your straightness and my straightness don't seem to be the same kind of straightness.

Siran silently covered his face: "It's okay."

I'm sorry, it's because his brain is not right, it may be hopeless, so let's cut it off.

The jade talismans placed on the small table lighted up slightly, Yinhua saw it, turned around and said: "That's fine, you two can just walk in through this blue door."

Siran didn't understand the meaning of this door: "What is this?"

"It's just a small mark of the Honey Festival," Yin Hua raised his right hand, with a pink ribbon tied on his wrist, "Men go to the left, women go to the right, after passing through this door, there will be a corresponding colored ribbon." Ribbon formation, it doesn't matter, it's just a holiday custom."

Siran asked, "Do I have to go through this door?"

Yin Hua said: "The Honey Festival only happens once every ten years, it's rare for the two of you to meet each other, don't you want to experience it?"

Siran was a little moved.

Seeing this, Yun Mo checked the two doors carefully with his spiritual sense, and after confirming that there were no problems, he took a step forward and walked through the blue door on the left.

The door frame emitted a subtle light, and the traces of aura gathered to form a blue ribbon on his right wrist.

He pulled the ribbon with his hands, and found that it was made of pure aura, with a complicated internal structure, but it didn't have the ability to attack, and it wasn't dangerous.

Yun Mo turned his head, indicating that Si Ran could come over.

Siran trotted to the door without slowing down, ready to rush straight past——

boom!

A silver barrier suddenly lit up, vertically including the entire door, and suddenly couldn't dodge, and hit the barrier directly, the bridge of his nose was sore, the pain made him almost cry.

What, what's the situation? !

He raised his head while covering his nose in a dazed expression, stretched out his hand and groped forward, and as soon as his hand touched the range of the door frame, he was ruthlessly blocked by an enchantment.

Yin Hua, who was leaning on the side, straightened up, her eyes swept over Siran in surprise: "Ah, can't you pass? How about... go to the pink door and try?"

Siran: "...?"

Siran had to defend himself: "I'm a man."

Yin Hua blinked: "These two doors, you can see the physical characteristics disguised by the spirit weapon."

Siran exploded: "I'm really a man!"

"Ah, that might be a small problem." Yin Hua walked slowly to the blue door, stretched out a hand, and passed through the door without hindrance.

Siran: "..."

Wait for this sister, you...

There was a flash of red light on the door frame, and Yin Hua said: "Look, if the gender is wrong, it's not that you can't pass, but a red light will remind you, so in your case, there may be something wrong."

Siran was silent for a moment, and said: "So I have to go to the Fenfenmen?"

Yin Hua smiled: "Pink color is also pretty, isn't it?"

Siran struggled extraordinarily in his heart, but in the end his yearning for the scenery inside Dust Valley gained the upper hand. He reluctantly walked to the pink door, and stepped forward with a dark face——

Boom!

This time it hit the forehead, and the voice was a little clearer than before.

Si Ran took a step back expressionlessly, reached out and knocked on the enchantment on the pink door, took a deep breath, and felt extremely desolate in his heart: "Is this something wrong again?"

"Ah, this..." Yin Hua was stunned, his eyes lingered on the key parts of Siran's body for a long time in surprise, until the latter became a little annoyed, and then moved away, "...Are you human? "

Siran: "..."

Personal attacks are not good, are they?

Yin Hua also felt that there was something wrong with his words, so he changed his mind and said, "Why don't you go in the middle? Ribbons can also be formed in the middle, and there is no gender requirement. I'm very sorry, there may be too many people who have passed through these two doors recently, so Something went wrong."

Siran swallowed a mouthful of old blood slowly.

With heavy steps, he walked slowly between the two doors. This time, he was not hindered by the barrier, and the aura slowly gathered, forming a... a purple ribbon on his wrist.

Siran raised his right hand and fell silent.

...it feels connoted.

This color, why is it gay in gay?

The author has something to say: Siran (slapping the case): Believe it or not, I took off my pants to prove my gender!

Yun Mo: Letter.

Siran: ...

PS: Siran is a pure man!