Waste wood knows everything

In the wine shop in Dust Yougu, as the sun rose, many people came one after another. This wine shop not only sells wine, but also has food. Everyone in the valley has different habits. In the morning, those who prefer meat began to feast on it, and the air was full of the smell of food.

Siran and Yun Mo stared at the fragile note on the table, both of them were full of doubts.

Yun Mo was just asking a question. In his opinion, although there are no uncommon words for the four characters of contracting fish ponds, the combination is quite puzzling, not to mention that it can be linked to the task of forming a relationship.

As for Siran, his doubts were also full of suffocation like a catastrophe.

Contract fish pond?

So in his mind, is this the correct way to open up between lovers?

Is there something wrong with this?

A trance appeared in Siran's mind. Two people were standing on the edge of a large fish pond. One of them waved his hand and said loudly, "You have contracted this fish pond——

He was speechless and silently covered his face.

After a long and strange silence, Yun Mo asked slowly: "What does the word 'contracted fish pond' mean?"

Siran put a blank face: "literally."

Yun Mo was even more puzzled: "...Is there any implication?"

There is, but you definitely don't want to know.

Siran considered his words: "Maybe it's a way for one party to show off their wealth to the other party?"

After saying these words, he noticed that Yun Mo's eyes seemed a bit deep.

Siran: "..."

He forgot, what kind of wealth can a sword repairer have?

Isn't this blatantly sprinkling salt on other people's wounds?

"Maybe... the literal meaning is enough?" Si Ran tried hard to analyze the source of his thoughts, but in the modern world, his understanding of some hot words on the Internet was only on the surface, and he did not dig out their deep meanings. "In the Dust Valley...is there a fish pond?"

Yun Mo replied, "You can ask."

Both of them maintained a calm and calm face, as if the contracted fish pond had the same meaning as simple eating and drinking.

Infected by Yun Mo's calm gaze, Siran also felt that everything was floating clouds, and even the passers-by who were pulled by them to ask for directions showed an expression of "Are you sick?", he was very calm.

The passer-by scratched his head: "What kind of fish pond? Fish farming? There is a lake in the valley, there is no pond, and there are fish in the lake. If you want to eat fish, just put them in the lake and catch them."

Passers-by left inexplicably, leaving Siran finally unable to hold back his superficial calm, his neck turned red all of a sudden, his face was hot and he whispered: "Then what should we do now?"

Yun Mo glanced at the suddenly red neck, and the ears that had already been stained with a little crimson, pondered for a moment, and said: "Contract fish pond four words, do you have any requirements for the size of the fish pond?"

size?

Siran froze for a moment: "No."

To be honest, this is just a stalk played by netizens, and it is not necessary to accurately figure out the exact number of acres of fish ponds in the stalk.

"In this case, there is no fish pond in the valley," Yun Mo walked slowly out of the street, "Then dig one yourself."

Siran: "..."

Siran asked in a low voice: "Is it really okay for us to dig fish ponds in Dust Valley?"

"It's nothing." Yun Mo's tone was inexplicably cold, "They won't have any objections."

The layout of Dust Valley is very simple. Residential area, commercial area, and entertainment area are all well-divided areas. Yun Mo led Siran out of the area where the wine shop is located, turned a few corners, and found a relatively remote place. Grass, began to dig fish ponds.

This fish pond, if you want to take it apart, it is nothing more than a pond with a few fish in it. Yun Mo calmly took out the ink sword at his waist, the pure black tip of the sword was flowing with spiritual power, exuding a dazzling golden light. The chicken mouth on the hilt of the sword was turned around by Yun Mo, and it found a gap that would not interfere with holding the sword and stuffed it in.

Siran watched the chick's mouth change from normal orange to angry red to angry black.

He remembered Liu Sirui's sword for slicing meat.

It turns out that the swords of sword repairers have to do part-time jobs in addition to fighting, including but not limited to kitchen knives, shovels and shovels.

Alas, it's not easy for anyone in this world.

Yun Mo had long been accustomed to Mo Jian's righteous indignation, and was unmoved at all, and his tone sounded extraordinarily cold: "No, only one scabbard can be changed."

Mo Jian let out a long cry, the sound was intermittent, like children arguing.

"I can't afford too much," Yun Mo slowly raised his sword and made a gesture on the grass, "I can change it once a year at most."

After confirming the scope of the fish pond, the spiritual power from the tip of the sword poured out, and the sharpness of the gold-type spiritual power was fully reflected. It cut the soil under the grass like cutting tofu, and drew a square , a square about two meters in width and depth.

Yun Mo's manipulation of spiritual power is at its peak. After the extremely regular square piece came out, he manipulated spiritual power to cut horizontally, cut the soil horizontally at the bottom, and then used spiritual power to support the eight cubic meters of soil neatly. He lifted it out and put it aside.

Siran admired the flat inner wall and perfectly shaped square pool in front of him, and felt that Yun Mo was indeed a model of obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionist.

As a person with complete five spiritual roots, Siran volunteered to rub a small water polo into the pool, but the water polo was too small, before it gathered a little, it was absorbed by the surrounding soil.

Seeing this, Yun Mo clamped Siran under his arm, flew to the lake, directly used his spiritual power to take a piece of lake water, and put the fish in it into the small fish pond.

Siran only felt that he flew up and landed on the ground. Before he could react, the fish pond in front of him had already been completed.

Yun Mo sized it up and said, "It's fine."

Siran took out the note from his pocket, but there was no movement in the note.

"There is already a fish pond," Yun Mo frowned slightly, "but what is the meaning of the word 'contract'? Does it need a special triggering condition?"

Si Ran's heart skipped a beat: "It seems to be..."

Yun Mo: "How?"

"Do you want to say something?" Siran swallowed, recalling the source of the meme, "I seem to want to say something like 'I want everyone to know that this fish pond is contracted by you'?"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo's voice was inexplicably a little awkward: "So that's the case, then—"

Seeing that Yun Mo was about to say this line that seemed inexplicably shameful to him, Si Ran couldn't control it anymore. He couldn't bear to let the image of Guangfeng Jiyue's sword cultivator be so damaged, and his brain was running fast , with a flash of inspiration, I plan to reverse the process from the results——

He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you very much for the fish pond."

Yun Mo, who hadn't spoken yet: "..."

Siran held back his shame, his eyes were sincere, and his tone was sincere: "I have already received the fish pond you contracted for me, thank you very much."

Yun Mo: "..."

After the words fell, the small note in Siran's hand finally turned into a light spot of spiritual power, and another small flower representing the completion of the task appeared on the ribbon on the wrists of the two of them.

As the wind blew, there were faint ripples in the temporarily dug small fish pond, and a small fish jumped up in a daze, as if it didn't understand why it came from the vast lake to this small fish pond.

After a while, Siran heard Yun Mo's voice: "...Thank you."

Siran tried to pull out a smile, but in the end he just silently covered his face and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly for a while, only the buzzing ink sword and the thumping little fish in the fish pond were still tirelessly making sounds.

After the note on the fish pond was over, all the water and fish in that fish pond were sent back, and the square hole left behind was refilled. Except for the few small fish, the two parties and their pets, No one knows what happened to this meadow.

The few words after contracting the fish pond were finally a little more normal. It was almost like going shopping, playing games and having lunch together. You only needed to walk around the streets in Dust Glen twice.

It's the Honey Festival, and many shops in the valley have also set up a special area for making friends, such as making small games, which are not available on weekdays.

Siran and Yun Mo got five little flowers very quickly. Seeing that the task was already halfway through, the sixth one was not too difficult.

Laughing, this is easy, it's even easier for two people to look at each other and laugh, isn't it just smiling face to face.

Si Ran showed a bright smile very easily, and then met Yun Mo's expressionless face.

Siran: "..."

Wait, will Yun Mo laugh...

Siran was banging his head against the wall, wondering if the most difficult task would be here instead. After all, he had never seen Yun Moxiao before. This person seemed to be born with a lack of laughing muscles, and his expression control reached full marks. Whatever happened in front of him, the arc of the corner of his mouth would not change by more than one degree.

However, as soon as he thought of this, he saw the corners of Yun Mo's mouth slightly raised in front of him.

A standard, superficial smile.

It's not appropriate to say that it's a superficial smile, but Yun Mo seems to be making a serious expression, and the corners of both sides of the mouth are raised in exactly the same way.

Just coupled with his emotionless eyes and facial muscles that are as quiet as a chicken except for his smiling muscles, coupled with the addition of his own temperament, it seems inexplicably like the last trace of a cold-faced killer before the death of his prey mercy.

Siran's smile froze.

He silently lowered his head and poked at the note.

The note was extraordinarily kind this time, and even this kind of sinister look and smile was passed. Siran let out a long sigh of relief, and when he looked up again, Yun Mo finally returned to a relatively normal expression.

Siran smiled habitually, and just about to read the next note, he heard Yun Mo ask, "Is it scary?"

Siran: "..."

Siran said carefully: "You can't say that, it should be called, it is very deterrent to the enemy."

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Siran. The boy in front of him was half a head shorter than him, but the rabbit ears on the top of his head made him a little taller. The rabbit ears drooped slightly, and the fluff exploded, representing the inner tension. and fear.

Siran's eyes are round, and when viewed from a slightly downward angle, those eyes are even more round. His pupils are very dark, almost pure black. Whenever he smiles, those eyes It will bend into a pair of crescent moons, and each hair tip seems to express the owner's good mood.

Perhaps it was because he had been silent for too long, Yun Mo saw Siran's eyeballs rolling around, Bai Shengsheng's small teeth unconsciously bit his lower lip, the rabbit ears on the top of his head were swinging back and forth, and the fluff on the top They stood up one by one.

Yun Mo looked away: "Where's the next note?"

Siran blinked, not quite understanding what the long silence before Yun Mo meant.

But he didn't think too much about it, maybe Yun Mo had a sudden insight in swordsmanship, not all geniuses in the cultivation world are like this, epiphany is like drinking water, leveling up is like eating, and one can practice triple jump with a flash of inspiration.

He looked down at the next note, this time it was "Mutual Conversation".

The meaning of this word is almost to speak from the heart, but... Su Ran thinks that the relationship between him and Yun Mo should not be so good.

There is a distance between people, and the actual distance is often greater than the superficial distance. He doesn't think he and Yun Mo can talk to each other, but this word is very operable and not so restrictive. strict.

After thinking for a while, Siran said, "I want to admit one thing."

"When I smashed the heads of green-headed ants, I didn't really want the harmony of their population. I just wanted their bodies... Bah, no, I wanted the emerald stone on their foreheads."

Yun Mo: "..."

After Siran made a good start, Yun Mo also said: "I... I plucked out a red tail feather of Elder Qi's red-feathered fox a few years ago, and went down the mountain to exchange the spirit mine for Mo Jian. This matter, Elder Qi Neither the Red Feather Fox nor the Red Feather Fox know."

Siran: "..."

The note turned into dots of spiritual power, which represented the successful completion of this task.

It just doesn't feel right.

Talking to each other well, it's always like a confession meeting.

After this heart-to-heart exchange, the new note that popped up was reciting poems and rafting. Needless to say, this must have come from Yun Mo's brain. Young couples in the modern world don't have the hobby of reciting poems and rafting.

But I didn't see it. A sword cultivator like Yun Mo, who exudes an aura of solitary life, is so full of literary and artistic thoughts about his partner in his heart. Compared with this, Si Ran can't help but feel extremely ashamed. In his mind, only All kinds of indescribable.

There is a lake in Dust Valley, and there are many boats floating on the lake. It seems that boating is also a popular item in the Honey Festival.Siran rented a small boat from the small pavilion by the lake, and the two of them boarded the boat, which was considered to have completed the two words of rafting.

The scenery in the lake is very good. I don’t know if it is due to the special conditions of Dust Valley. The color of the lake is as blue as the sea. The naked eyes can see the small fish swimming happily in the lake. It is almost evening and the sun is gone. It was so strong, but it was much warmer. When a breeze blew, Si Ran on the boat narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Yun Mo stood at the bow of the boat, his expression was not as serious as before, but more gentle. When the boat reached the center of the lake, Yun Mo said: "My master, in the early years, he often told me other stories about the past with his wife. .”

Hearing this, Siran was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

Yun Mo's master and... his wife?

"My wife was born in a scholarly family, and she likes to recite poems and write poems. My master is not good at this, so I bought a book and read it day and night, just to have a conversation with my wife." Yun Mo looked down at the lake, silent for a moment, but He didn't continue this topic, "I only know a little about poetry, so let's recite a ditty that my wife once composed."

After all, Siran listened to Yun Mo whisper a short word with a blank face. Although his voice was deep and his tone could not be heard too much ups and downs, it may be the addition of timbre and beauty, and there is a special kind of The charm is implied in it.

At the end of the word, Siran thought, what would I do?

What's going on in my head?

The masterpieces of the modern world are definitely not available, but it is too difficult for him to compose a poem on the spot. His level is probably only like one, two, three, four, five going up the mountain to fight tigers, and maybe it doesn’t rhyme that much.

In the silence, Siran stroked the newly bloomed ghost grass, looked into the distance, and said with deep eyes: "Then let me sing... a nursery rhyme."

It just so happened that a cruise ship passed by their small boat at this time, and several young children on the boat were chattering. Amidst the noise of the children, they spoke slowly: "Little white rabbit, white and white, Ears pricked up..."

The note was silent.

Does it have to be finished in one sentence?But he couldn't remember what was behind it...

Si Ran suppressed his shame, looked away, and tried to make up a rhyme: "...one is braised in soy sauce, and the other is steamed. They are delicious, crunchy, and so lovely."

Yun Mo: "..."

A child with rabbit ears on the cruise ship heard it and burst into tears in horror. The crying sound spread far, far away as the cruise ship went away.

Siran: "..."

The note turned into dots of spiritual power, and the eighth task was completed without any risk, which is gratifying.

Silan turned his head silently and looked at the child with rabbit ears who was scared and cried by him. The cruise ship turned around and came back. The bunny ears showed a frightened expression of "it's because the same root grows together, why is it too anxious?"

Siran: "..."

He wasn't, he didn't, he didn't know anything.

The bunny is so cute, how could he eat it!

With Siran's dazed expression about to ascend to heaven, Yun Mo drove the boat to the shore.

The ninth task is to walk side by side. It is simple, beautiful and simple, and it makes people cry.

After the two landed on the shore, they walked slowly along the nearest path. The scenery in front of them became more and more remote, the houses gradually became rare, and even forests appeared. The moment the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, they stood on a patch of sparse grass.

The ninth mission is declared complete.

There is also a string of small red flowers on the ribbon on the wrist.

Siran held the ribbon and counted several times like counting spirit stones. His heart was full of sighs that it was not easy, but the truth is that everything is difficult at the beginning. The most difficult thing today is the three tasks that were skipped at the beginning. Although there are twists and turns, it is still acceptable!

The joy of being close to success dilutes the embarrassment caused by the little white rabbit Bai Youbai before, and then looked at the last note with enthusiasm——

Fingers intertwined.

Siran: "..."

It's okay, it's not difficult, you can do it!

Isn't it just interlocking fingers!It's just five fingers inserted into five fingers, and the previous ghost grass wrapped each finger around him. Is there a big difference between Yun Mo's hands and ghost grass?not big!Absolutely no problem--

……Bar.

The confidence and passion in Siran's heart dissipated in an instant, and he unconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes with the hand hanging by his side. He also felt that this action was too rigid, so he raised his arm unnaturally, pointing Jian gently scratched the side of his face.

Really, this is the last mission, I have to come up with something like this...

There is a huge difference between interlocking fingers and simply holding hands. Ten fingers are crossed one by one, and the contact surface area is maximized, just like the pages of two books are overlapped one by one, and it is difficult to separate. The entanglement between the fingers inexplicably brought a touch of charm.

The most important thing is... Ahem, when he was in the modern world, he had read a lot of comics, and this kind of interlocking fingers usually appeared in...

stop!Hold on!

Your brain is hopeless, you can't put a knife in it anymore!

Si Ran shook off all the mess in his head, and looked up at Yun Mo's expression. He thought he would see a paralyzed face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, but when he saw Yun Mo's eyes froze, his whole temperament instantly became fierce, as if a knife had come out. Sheath blade!

Before he had time to put down his right hand, someone grabbed him and pulled him forward. Suddenly, he was held in Yun Mo's arms, and he took a few steps back. The moment he left the spot, A huge mouth full of sharp teeth snapped down!

ooh-

A giant wolf seemed to emerge from the shadows, with a deep howl from its throat.

The silver-haired giant wolf missed a single blow, kicked its overly thick front legs on the ground, and the whole wolf turned a corner abruptly. After dodging Yun Mo's sharp sword, its front legs Slightly bent, with his hind legs accumulating strength, a pair of green eyes radiated a faint light.

This is a typical aggressive stance of beasts.

The giant wolf bared its teeth, and the stinky saliva dripped down the bright red gums, leaving traces of corrosion on the lawn. With the howling of the giant wolf, in the forest covered by the night, a pair of ghosts appeared. His green pupils lit up eeriely, forming a dense patch.

Yun Mo held Siran's palm tightly with one hand, and held the ink sword in the other hand, the tip of the sword was condensed with golden light.

The giant wolf sensed the danger intuitively, but did not retreat, and its eyes were full of chaotic madness and killing intent.

The treasure book popped up suddenly, swiping the screen in horror: [Ahhhhh——what is this, what are these pieces, I just woke up from a sleep, what’s going on——]

Si Ran thought: "Ah, Yun Mo grabbed my hand."

Baoshu was extremely flustered: [Wolf, wolf, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, a lot, if not, I'm afraid to block Dafa in secret—]

A Shiba Inu was pasted on the forehead of each wolf.

Si Ran thought: "Yun Mo's fingers are a bit cold, but the palm is warmer. It seems that his hand is bigger than mine. I secretly compare..."

Baoshu screamed angrily: [What time is this, what are you thinking! 】

Si Ran thought: "Yun Mo has a sword cocoon in his hand, feel it... wait, what is this piece of Shiba Inu in front of you?"

The author has something to say: Baoshu: Is this life after having a stepmother?