Waste wood knows everything

After the purple ribbon was tied on the right wrist, the ghost grass on the left wrist felt that the status of the official palace was threatened, and he bloomed all over himself with big purple morning glory, giving Siran a real flower arm.

Siran had no choice but to have a purple ribbon fluttering in the wind in his right hand and a string of purple morning glory swaying in the wind in his left hand, bowing left and right.

Yinhua on the side stared straight at the purple ribbon, and said in a very envious tone, "The color is really beautiful, and the big flowers are also beautiful, and the Lingzhi you raised is quite tasteful."

Siran: "..."

The joys of human beings are really unreasonable, and the same is true for aesthetics.

After passing through the two gates with the same security check, I walked up a section and entered a small road. This road is about the width of three or four people standing side by side. Both sides are full of towering cliffs. There are no weeds, and large areas of dark lines that appear and disappear float on it.

Yin Hua led the two of them, and walked in front, and introduced as he walked: "The Dust Valley is surrounded by mountains, but this mountain is not natural, but was built by Venerable Lianhua by himself back then. There are multiple arrays set up on it, just to protect the safety of Dust Deep Valley."

"Whoever does not take the main road, but thinks of crossing the mountains to break in, will definitely not get any good fruit."

In front of him, the cliff suddenly approached a little bit, leaving only a small path for one person to pass through, Yun Mo stopped and motioned for Si Ran to move forward, while he followed behind to prevent accidents from happening.

Siran looked at the narrow path in front of him, which fully reflected the name of the narrow path.

You dusty valley... you call this kind of road a big road?

I'm really worried that if a stronger physique comes, he won't be stuck here...

Yin Hua naturally didn't know that Siran was full of thoughts wandering in the sky. She led the two of them past the narrowest place, walked up dozens of steps, and turned a corner. Suddenly, the scene in front of her suddenly became clear.

They stood on a rock that was slightly higher than four or five meters, and there was a very large area below them. From a distance, you can see trees, ponds, grasslands, flower beds, and all kinds of small houses with unique shapes. The square grid is simply a paradise in the cultivation world.

It seemed that they had noticed the two outsiders. Several people from the valley came over and made a fuss, and some brave ones jumped directly on the rock, squatting on the edge and looking at Yun Mo and Si. But two people.

Siran looked at these people, slowly but firmly opened his eyes wide.

Many of these people have animal ears!

It was only then that Si Ran understood what it meant to say that all people in the valley were mixed blood in the brief introduction to Dust Yougu that I read from the treasure book.

According to the introduction in the treasure book, in the ancient era of ten thousand races' cultivation, monsters and beasts were rampant. During this period, many monsters were able to transform into human forms, and they left many descendants after combining with humans.

Later, the monster clan declined and retreated outside the Beiming Sea, and these mixed bloods were also hunted down. Only a small number survived, but most of them gradually lost the characteristics of the monster race in the process of living with the human race.

Only thousands of years later, maybe it was the way of heaven for the balance of various races. Today, when the human race is in power, many human beings with the blood of the monster race have the characteristics of returning to their ancestors. These mixed blood are inevitably discriminated against among human beings and have to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. In the depths, it was not until the Venerable Lianhua founded Dust Valley thousands of years ago that these mixed bloods were given a home.

However, the millennium has passed, and the formation around Dust Yougu has gradually weakened. There are many forces that are ready to attack Chenyougu. In order to protect themselves, Chenyougu asked for help from Jianzong, and has since become one of the forces under Jianzong's command.

Siran didn't dare to look too presumptuously, but just glanced at the crowd quietly, and the suppressed cuteness in his heart surged up one after another.

Cat ears, dog ears, rabbit ears are all common, as well as mouse ears and various spirit animal ears, some with big fluffy tails, the one with the most has nine, and a fluffy tail on the back. A blockbuster movie that makes people itch.

Beast ear control heaven!

In addition to beast ears and beast tails, some have wings, both feathered and scaled, and some have horns on their heads, or have scales on their faces.

Although they are slightly different from humans, their eyes are very gentle, without the tyranny and killing intent of the monster race.

There was even a big brother with two long beards erected on his forehead. The appearance of these beards made Si Ran, who lived in the south all the year round and was persecuted by giant cockroaches, tremble. What is the prototype of a monster.

Noticing Siran's gaze, the big brother Xu Xu looked over, smiled at him, and spread out a pair of big black wings behind him.

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Siran: "...!!!"

Help, help!

What a big cockroach with wings and flying!Still laughing at me!

Siran twisted his neck stiffly, and sincerely apologized to this man in his heart.

I'm sorry, I'm not speciesist, it's just that his psychological shadow is too deep.

At this time, Yin Hua slowly walked over with a large box levitating with spiritual power.

She put the box on the ground, clapped her hands lightly, and the lid on the box opened in response, and a strange aura mixed with aura and monster aura leaked out, which was somewhat similar to the aura of the people in the valley .

Although these ancestral hybrids don't have much of the abilities of the demon race, they still have a bit of the demon race's breath on their bodies. They are mixed with human aura and demon race's demon energy, which is different from ordinary humans.

Siran didn't understand what the box was for, so he took a peek inside, only to see a pile of fluffy things.

Yin Hua chuckled, beckoned and set up a table and several stone benches on the rock, put the box on the table, sat on the bench, and stretched out his hands to pick and choose among the boxes.

"Dust Valley is full of mixed human and demon blood, and there are many young people who are even more sensitive to breath. The human breath on the two of you is too pure, and it is easy to disturb the people in the valley." Yin Hua squinted his eyes and smiled, "Enter the valley Everyone in the world has to wear something to disguise, not only for breath, but also for the unity of appearance, um... This is very good, Xiaoran, what do you think? "

Siran got goosebumps on his back when he was called "Xiaoran", and saw Yinhua take out a pair of round little mouse ears from the box, and gestured at Siran from the air.

Siran: "..."

and many more……

Could this be the legend that those who control the beast's ears must be controlled by the beast's ears?

"These are made by the owner of the valley with spirit plants and some spirit animal hairs. Don't worry, it's not as cruel as cutting off someone's ears," Yin Hua looked particularly excited, and took out a fiery red fox tail from the box , "Come and take a look, you have to wear them anyway, why not choose the one you like."

Anyway, they are all to be worn.

Siran froze, turned his head to look at Yun Mo, wondering what kind of such a conscienceless rule exists.

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo thought to himself, he seemed to understand why the young disciple on duty would look at him with such indescribable eyes after accepting the task.

He also understands why this task is so simple and the reward is quite generous, but the juniors who have taken this task will never take it a second time.

Siran asked: "Is this necessary to enter the valley?"

"Of course, this is the rule that outsiders must abide by when entering the valley." Yin Hua stroked the fox's tail in his hand, "The sword cultivators who send people from the Sword Sect to fetch honey spring water every year, don't they all wear them before they can enter. the valley."

"Besides, it's the Honey Festival recently, which is quite special. In previous years, you would have to wear these things when you first entered the door."

Siran: "..."

He thought about how many years this dusty valley has been established, and how many years it has provided Jianzong with honey spring water.

Disciples of Jianzong, you have worked hard...

Behind every jar of honey spring water is a sword cultivator who has been brutally persecuted.

Protecting Jianxiu is everyone's responsibility.

The sky in Dust Valley was the same as that of the outside world. It was almost evening, and the sun was gradually sinking to the west. There were actually large expanses of fire clouds in the sky.

It is said that the burning cloud heralds the vigorous vitality in summer, but Siran only feels that the orange-red light shines on his body, much like the fat orange cat near his neighborhood.

After a suffocating silence, Yun Mo beside him moved.

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his slender fingers, gently pushed aside the overlapping animal ears and tails on the top of the box, and pulled out an...orange chicken beak from the bottom of the box.

It's the kind of pointed, cone-shaped mouth, about the size of an index finger, and the small one is very cute.

Siran: "..."

What's wrong with you, Yunmo!

Yun Mo, don't give up the treatment!

Then, he saw Yun Mo fasten the chick's beak to the hilt of the black sword at his waist without changing his expression.

Siran: "..."

Mo Jian: "..."

Hidden Painting: "..."

Yin Hua was dumbfounded: "This... this kind of—"

"Isn't it possible?" Yun Mo wrote lightly, "The ink sword is my natal spiritual sword, and it communicates with my aura. If you want to disguise your aura, this is enough."

Yin Hua said: "But this shape..."

"From my observations of the people in the valley, some of the monster race characteristics are not obvious, so it can be seen that the appearance is not a necessary element," Yun Mo said indifferently, "For example, some demon moths who return to their ancestors also need to specially activate their scales. will unfold."

Hearing this, Siran looked around in the crowd below, and indeed saw a few people from the valley whose appearance was no different from ordinary humans.

Yin Hua caressed her lips, her gaze stayed on the eye-catching chicken mouth on the black sword hilt for a long time, before she said, "This way... that's fine."

Forget it, anyway, there are sword cultivators coming every year, and this one is not bad.

It's a pity for Yin Hua, she loves to see those hard-faced sword repairmen wearing animal ears with shame and anger.

Seeing that this move is feasible, Siran's eyes lit up, and he also walked over: "Do you still have a chicken mouth?"

Yin Hua glanced at him: "It's not something that can be attached to anything."

Siran raised a string of purple morning glory in his left hand: "This spiritual plant has already contracted with me, and it has also given birth to spiritual wisdom, so it should be possible to tie it on?"

Yin Hua said: "Well... if you make a contract, it's fine."

Alas, it seems that this year is not going to see one.

Siran also touched a chicken mouth and came out, just about to put it on the ghost grass, but unexpectedly, the grass suddenly took its own morning glory and turned back into a seaweed, quickly slipped into his clothes, and disappeared in a blink of an eye The shadow of the grass.

Siran: "..."

Yin Hua: "...Poof."

Si Ran stared blankly at the small chicken mouth, looking at the emptiness of his left wrist. The summer breeze blew, but he felt the desolation like the winter wind.

Is this the legendary man and herb that are birds in the same forest, flying separately when disaster strikes?

Ghost Micao, come out!

With your taste, you still dislike such a cute little chicken mouth!

The ghost grass crawled up Siran's arm whining and humming, and soon got into his back. The seaweed lay flat and pretended to be dead, no matter how Siran roared, a hair would never come out.

Yin Hua became excited, took back the chicken beak that was swaying in the wind in Siran's hand, and warmed all kinds of fluffy animal ears enthusiastically: "So, at this important moment, I still have to rely on myself, let's take a look at this rabbit. Rabbit ears, aren’t they very pretty?”

Siran had a dull face, and before he could react, Yinhua quickly put a bunny ear on it.

This is a pair of pure white rabbit ears, about half the length of an arm, the fluff on them is much longer than that of ordinary rabbits, and it looks like a hairy ball.

The moment the rabbit ears were put on the top of the head, a gust of spiritual energy gushed out from above and entangled with the spiritual power in the body, giving the feeling of controlling a spiritual weapon.

As soon as Siran thought about it, he felt that he really had an extra pair of ears. He froze for a while, the ears on the top of his head trembled, and the two ears drooped quietly.

Siran: "..."

Yin Hua's eyes lit up, he covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "These animal ears and tails are a kind of spiritual weapon in themselves. After wearing them, you can change some simple movements according to your mood and thoughts, isn't it very interesting?" interesting?"

Siran: "..."

The rabbit ears on the top of Siran's head drooped even more, and the whole pair of ears revealed an air of lovelessness.

However, since this is the case...he remembered the little chicken beak on the ink sword.

As Yun Mo's natal spirit sword, Mo Jian has a very high level of spiritual intelligence. I don't know if this Mo Jian wears a chicken mouth...

The gazes of Siran, Yun Mo, and Yin Hua all focused on the hilt of the ink sword.

A small black chicken beak sticks out on top.

Siran was curious: "Will this chick's beak change color?"

Yinhua said: "This little chicken beak... No, it's the imitation of the bird's beak of the Yiluanfeng returning to the ancestors. The Yiluanfeng is a kind of monster race that appeared in ancient times. Its beak can change color according to the mood. It's orange, golden when happy, blue when sad, red when angry."

Siran: "..."

What a colorful beak that changes the color of the beak according to the mood... Different Luanfeng.

Siran asked: "Then what's the matter with it being dark?"

Yin Hua said: "...Maybe you are angry?"

Mo Jian uttered a long cry angrily, the whole body of the sword trembled slightly, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, it seemed that he was very angry.

Yun Mo pressed the hilt of the sword calmly, and said calmly, "Go back and get you a new scabbard."

Suddenly, the long humming stopped abruptly.

The sword body didn't shake anymore, the aura didn't flow, and the chick's beak became golden.

Siran: "..."

Hidden Painting: "..."

The author has something to say: Mo Jian: After all, one sword can carry everything.