Waste wood knows everything

Facing Liu Sirui's suspicious eyes, Siran felt that the smell of roasted bird meat that was still permeating around him was a bit unpleasant.

This is just a simple and simple breeding suggestion, why is it so true!

Siran spent a lot of effort, and Xiaozhi tried to save his own image from the aspects of purpose, motivation, mental journey and the popularity of this suggestion in the mortal breeding industry with emotion and courtesy. Fengping, who had gone astray, persevered in rescue work.

This post-meal exercise has a significant effect, and the bird meat in the stomach is digested a lot faster.

The only advantage of a first-order spirit beast like the red-winged golden-tailed bird is that it tastes good, and its own aura content is not abundant, but it has been promoted to Foundation Establishment, and its ability to digest the aura in food has improved a lot. When I got down, I felt empty in my stomach.

Perhaps it was because when he first came to this world, he was in danger of starving to death, so Si Ran developed a little habit of carrying all kinds of food with him.

Just when he got off the Lying Mountain some time ago, he went shopping frantically at the market.

Siran rummaged through the storage bag and found a bunch of zongzi. The ones tied with white strings were sweet dates with candied dates, and the ones with red strings were salty bacon dumplings.

He shook the zongzi on his hand: "Do you want an extra meal? Sweet or salty, which one do you want?"

Yun Mo is a monk at the Jindan Stage, and the bit of bird meat was as if he hadn’t eaten it. I don’t know if it’s because the atmosphere after the dinner was so good. Seeing Siran take out the rice dumplings, he also said very naturally: " Salty."

The words were still short, but this kind of sense of sight where everyone was sitting in line to share fruit and fruit was totally at odds with Yun Mo's previous style.

Siran cut several salty rice dumplings and handed them over, Liu Sirui also came over: "What's the filling for the sweet ones? What's the filling for the salty ones?"

Siran: "The sweet ones are candied dates, and the salty ones are bacon."

Liu Sirui pondered for a second: "Then let's do the same thing."

Siran simply kept a few sweets for himself, and gave the rest to Liu Sirui.

Liu Sirui had a very good appetite, he snorted two or three mouthfuls, and said vaguely: "Oh! It's delicious!"

Siran's mouth was full of the sweetness of candied dates. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and asked him, "Which is delicious? Sweet or salty?"

Yun Mo, who was tasting the salty rice dumplings, also looked over.

Suddenly being stared at by the two, Liu Sirui's instinct like a small animal came online, and he felt that his answer at this time seemed to be quite important.

He carefully said: "Sweet..."

Siran showed a satisfied smile.

Yun Mo at the side said calmly: "Why?"

Liu Sirui: "..."

Liu Sirui's expression was indescribable: "...it should be salty."

Hearing this, Yun Mo nodded slightly, but suddenly asked: "Why?"

Liu Sirui: "..."

How can you two be so childish!

Liu Sirui's eyes moved back and forth on the faces of the two of them, and for some reason, he was poked at the point of laughter, so he couldn't hold back, and said with a smile: "Puff hahaha... eat a rice dumpling, it doesn't matter if it's sweet or salty eat?"

"To be honest, I don't pick anything, as long as the taste is good, the master said that I love it, and I can accept any taste. A few days ago, the master was black and white... cough, master made a batch after a friendly exchange. It is said that it is the fruit produced in the Northern Territory, and they all said that the taste is strange, and they all ended up in my stomach alone."

Liu Sirui was also quite distressed: "The meat is delicious, except for the unseasoned red-winged golden-tailed bird, everything else is fine, and I also like sweet things... Sigh, there are too many delicious things in the world But I only have one stomach, what an annoyance."

Siran: "..."

In this world of self-cultivation where abandoning the influence of foreign objects and only seeking the Dao is the mainstream, it is extremely rare to see such a fresh and refined snack.

After the meal was over, the three of them walked out of the spirit beast forest together.

Liu Sirui drove his flock of birds, saying that he wanted to find a better place to raise them free-range.

I don't know if it's Siran's own delusion, he always feels that Liu Sirui is separating him from the birds intentionally or unintentionally, maybe it's a coincidence once or twice, but this time is too many, Siran has to start to doubt.

He narrowed his eyes and deliberately took a few steps towards the direction of the flock of birds. Liu Sirui's face was immediately vigilant, and he drove the nearest few birds to other directions with a small leather whip.

There was a vacuum around Siran, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Liu Sirui said: "Defend the dignity of the Bird Clan."

"...It doesn't have to be like this," Siran felt that his after-dinner exercise was for nothing, "Don't you think... I will suddenly jump up and castrate it?"

Is he such a crazy person?

Liu Sirui hesitated for a moment: "...It is necessary to be defensive."

He spotted an open space, and swiftly drove all the flock of birds over there. Finally, he let out a long sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat and said, "I even forgot. It is safer to move the flock further away."

Siran: "..."

Siran showed an expression of wanting to beat someone violently.

Liu Sirui showed his big white teeth and smiled.

Yun Mo, who looked ahead and concentrated on walking, sighed softly.

While the two laughed and one sighed silently along the way, the three soon arrived at the edge of the spirit beast forest, ready to go back together on the spirit weapon.

Just as Yun Mo's little spirit boat was put down, the disciple badges on everyone's waists flashed a yellow light.

This disciple token is a thing that records the identity information of each disciple of Jianzong, and also has a simple communication function. The yellow light flashes continuously, representing the meaning of vigilance for all disciples of the sect.

Although it is not as good as the martial law of the entire sect represented by the red light, it is still worthy of vigilance.

Liu Sirui took a look at the token at his waist, and said curiously: "This means the whole sect is on alert? What happened? Finally someone came to attack Jianzong?"

Siran: "..."

What do you mean someone finally came to attack Jianzong?

Is your tone too excited?

Siran has only come to Jianzong for four months, and he still doesn't know the unique traditions of Jianzong. Seeing that Yun Mo and Liu Sirui's faces are acceptable, Liu Sirui is even a little excited, so he is relieved.

They flew back to Jianzong with the flying spirit weapon, and as soon as they landed, they felt the oppressive feeling in the surrounding atmosphere that was hard to ignore.

It's completely different from the feeling of idleness in the past.

The disciples in the house where the little white birds were rented at the door had long since disappeared, and in the bird shed on the side, a bunch of little white birds huddled into a pile of shivering snow balls with their feathers blown.

Yun Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The excitement on Liu Sirui's face froze, even though he was as big-hearted as him, he also felt something unusual at this moment.

The swords at the waist of the two sword repairers made a slight buzzing sound, obviously they had entered the state of preparation for battle, and Siran also took out the bow stuffed in the corner of the storage bag, held it in his hand, and kept his mind at ease .

They stepped into the sect, and there were a lot of heavyweights standing on the square at the gate where disciples often wandered around.

The leading few were the elders of Jianzong, and Siran recognized Qi Feng at a glance, but the other faces were relatively unfamiliar, but there was one with particularly sparse forehead and the sun shining on his forehead, he must be in charge of Jianzong's finances Elder Yu is old.

And standing directly opposite these people is a... person.

After watching it for a long time, Siran only gave such a simple description.

This person was wearing a very bright red robe, his complexion was pale rather than snow-white, his lips were as bright red as blood, his black hair hung down to his waist, his eyes were black and bright, as if they were filled with the color of water, But the expression has nothing to do with the big watery eyes.

Long black hair, white skin, bright red lips... just looking at the description, I thought it was Snow White.

But in fact, this person has nothing in common with Snow White.

These should be the standard features of a beauty, but combined with this person, they are extraordinarily weird and uncoordinated.

There is always a feeling of... Excessive force, the facial features are beautiful, but they are too stiff, like the sequelae of excessive plastic surgery, but this is the world of cultivation, where does the plastic surgery come from?

"Hmm, Elder Qi, it's really been a long time." The man in red opened his mouth first in the silence. His voice was very strange, neither male nor female, but it couldn't be described as neutral.

If you really want to talk about it, it is that the original voice is a low-pitched male voice, but he forcibly made a delicate female voice out of it.

The sound was like chalk slipping on a blackboard, fingernails scratching glass, and metal spoons scratching teeth, making goosebumps on the back creepy.

He hurriedly asked the treasure book to call up this person's information, but there were only a few words: [Yin title, the lord of the Jueyan sect. 】

Absolute Flame Sect... Sovereign?

If he remembered correctly, the Jueyan Sect was introduced in the introduction to the Eastern Region Sect that he just read a few days ago.

This is a medium-to-large sect, although it is not as huge as Jianzong, but it is extremely strange. The disciples of Mingming sect are of average strength, but high-ranking disciples of other sects often die under their hands inexplicably.

Jueyan Sect's reputation in the Eastern Region is mediocre, but not too bad. Those sects whose disciples died couldn't find evidence and had to give up. Occasionally, small sects were angry and asked for an explanation, but they always left nothing. Some even encountered the disaster of extermination soon after.

In the book titled "Take You A Tour of the Eastern Region's Sect", the Jueyan Sect was written with the feeling of a demon sect in the cultivation world. At that time, Si Ran just glanced at it, and didn't try to learn more about it.

Looking at it today, the Jueyan Sect is really weird, and it can be seen from this suzerain.

A normal sect's suzerain would be like this, visiting Jianzong alone, facing off with all the elders of Jianzong, and even Jianzong issued a warning order for the whole sect because of this?

——No, maybe not alone.

The hem of Yin Xian's bright red robe was extraordinarily wide, blocking a mass of unknown shape behind him.

After saying hello to the elders of Jianzong, Yin Xian slowly stretched out his thick-boned, but extraordinarily slender hands, and slowly pulled a person out from behind.

This person has almost lost its human form, its limbs have been cut off, and the scarlet granulation is exposed from the cut, but strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out. His eyes are wide open, and the eyeballs are almost bursting out, densely packed with red blood. The entire eyeball, every time you blink, brings out a blood mist.

Moreover, this person is still alive.

His remaining body was lying on the ground, trying to raise his head, bumping into the ground again and again, and kept saying while bumping: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did it all, I know it's wrong, I'm sorry , I was wrong, it was all my fault..."

Yin Xian showed a weird smile on the surface, his chest trembled slightly, and he let out a few dull laughs: "I came here this time to bring someone here to make amends."

He moved his fingers slightly, as if he fiddled with something, and the skin of the person lying on the ground burst out countless blood mist, as if cut into pieces by invisible silk threads, but was quickly repaired in the next second, just This cycle goes on and on, enduring the endless pain of peeling and cutting the skin.

Yin Jian stuck out his tongue and licked from one corner of his mouth to the other: "Speak louder."

"I was wrong! It's all my fault! I did everything—" the man shouted hoarsely, he had completely lost his sanity, leaving nothing but endless pain.

Such a bloody scene made Liu Sirui tremble in fright. Although sword repairers kill heavily, they never torture people. They often use the fastest way to end the battle. How have they ever seen such a scene.

Yun Mo also frowned slightly, and took a step to the side, blocking Si Ran who seemed to be froze from fright.

Siran stood there in a daze, maintaining a slightly open mouth and wide-eyed expression, staring straight at the direction of Yin Lian, with a pitiful appearance of being frightened and stupid.

It wasn't until Yun Mo stood in front of him that he suddenly came back to his senses, frantically poked at the treasure book, and was extremely frightened: "That Yin title—he actually has breasts!"

Originally, I was thinking about comforting Siran's precious book: […]

Siran was immersed in shock: "I didn't notice his clothes were too loose before, but just now he moved and pulled his clothes, and the outline came out immediately. It's not pectoral muscles, but real chest!"

Baoshu: [What's the matter, isn't it normal to have breasts? 】

Siran popped his head out from behind Yun Mo, trying to continue looking at Yin Xian: "I always thought he was a neutral man, but unexpectedly, he was a woman."

To say that Yin Xian's body features are still more masculine, and even has an inconspicuous Adam's apple, and his stature is relatively generous.

Baoshu: [This...is possible. 】

Suran was taken aback: "So he's still a man?"

Baoshu: [Not necessarily. 】

Siran: "..."

Girl, it's possible.

Men, not necessarily.

The doubts in Siran's heart almost reached the peak: "So is he a man or a woman?"

Even if people can change from male to female, they are still graceful when they are women, and personable when they are men, with clear boundaries, and there is no ambiguity.

Baoshu: 【Is this important? 】

Siran: "Why is it not important?"

Baoshu: [When you ate a red-winged golden-tailed bird, did you ever worry about whether the piece of meat on your hand came from a male bird or a female bird? 】

Siran: "..."

Baoshu: [You don't care about anything, you only care about whether the meat is roasted tender enough. 】

Siran: "So is he a man or a woman?"

Baoshu: [Dear, your spiritual power is not enough, it may take about two days to accumulate this knowledge in exchange for it. 】

"Only one gender, and I still need two days of spiritual power?" Siran became more and more confused, "I thought I was asking about gender, not sex...cough, not some secret thing."

Baoshu: [He is the master of the Jueyan Sect, with such a high level of cultivation, things related to him are far beyond what you, a foundation builder, can know. 】

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration: "You used him next to Single—"

Treasure Book: […]

Baoshu changed the first word of this passage to "it" very realistically.

Treasure Book: [It, the suzerain of the Jueyan Sect, whose gender is unknown, is dressed in a red dress and looks stunning all over the world. What kind of secret past is hidden behind this, and what kind of past made it make such a choice...]

Siran: "..."

Siran closed his eyes silently: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have questioned you, you can take this paragraph down."

Baoshu finally made a comeback, and sprinkled a bunch of small flowers with great pride.

Unlike this relaxed communication in the brain, the atmosphere in the square not far away became more and more stagnant.

The man on the ground seemed to be tireless, frantically knocking his forehead on the ground, and he could almost see the white skull.

On such an occasion, Qi Feng has fully demonstrated the demeanor of an elder, his face is slightly gloomy, but still calm, without showing the slightest surprise or intolerance, his eyes are directed at Yin Xian, and he asked in a cold voice: "Sect Master Yin, what is the meaning of this?"

"He's here to make amends," Yin Lian hooked his little finger, the man on the ground strangled his neck, raised his head, and breathed in pain, "Tell me, what did you do?"

The man almost broke his voice, he was crazy but lifeless, and gasping for breath, he said, "The Yuqing pill formula that Jianzong offered a reward to complete before is the reward I received, and I used the wrong method to complete the pill formula. ...The, Yun Xinzhi was intercepted halfway before, and I led others to do it, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was wrong—"

After a scream that could be called shrill, Yin Lian smiled in satisfaction, moved his fingers slightly, and loosened the invisible thing strangling the man's neck, and then there were waves of weak and miserable coughing.

"It's a pity that there is such a person in the sect. After learning about it, the suzerain was very angry, so he specially picked a good day to bring this person to Jianzong...to make amends."

Yin Xian read the last two words very slowly.

Qi Feng frowned deeply.

They had doubts about Jueyan Zong from Yunxin's poisoning to Yuqing Pill Tribulation, but Jueyan Zong has always been impeccable in his work, and Jian Zong couldn't find any evidence, so they could only investigate secretly for the time being.

As a result, such a miracle happened today.

The lord of the Jueyan Sect brought the so-called culprit to them.

"Oh? Really?" Qi Feng didn't show any color, and didn't follow Yin Xian's words, but practiced Tai Chi, "Our Jianzong has been investigating this matter, of course there are clues, but this kind of After all, there are too many things involved, and it still needs to be carefully identified—"

"Elder Qi," Yin Xian seemed to be reciting a poem, "I have brought the sinner here."

With a deliberate smile, he blinked his right eye lightly, and put it on other people. This kind of action is called cute and playful. Putting it on him, it gave people a deep chill.

A younger disciple at the back was irritated by Yin Xian's natural attitude, and said angrily: "It's not a crime, it's not up to you Jue Yanzong, it's not up to the Jianzong matter—"

"Since I have brought this sinner here," Yin Xian seemed to have not heard, stretched out his finger, picked up a strand of hair, and followed it bit by bit, "Will you do it, or should I do it?"

He also tilted his head, trying to project a sense of innocence.

"Do it? What kind of hand?" Qi Feng squinted his eyes, and his voice implied a warning, "Sect Master Yin, this is Jianzong. I'm afraid it's not good for you to talk to yourself like this?"

Yin Xian smiled: "Then I'll do it."

As soon as the words were finished, the spiritual power in Yin Xian's body surged. He spread his five fingers, raised his arm and pressed forward, and a rich blood red color shot up into the sky!

No one expected him to strike so fast, the blue long sword in Qi Feng's waist was unsheathed in an instant, and a cold light was drawn, aiming at the ominous blood mist in front of Yin Xian's body and slashed down!

Still too late.

After the extremely slight puffing sound, the person lying on the ground stopped all his movements instantly, grid-like bright red colors overflowed from his skin, and in the next second, his whole body was cut into countless pieces .

Many young disciples had never seen such a bloody scene, and their faces paled instantly.

The cyan long sword cut through the air, and hurriedly stopped only a few inches away from Yin Xian's face. Yin Xian smiled and stepped back a few steps. A strand of hair was cut by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

"It's dangerous."

He pretended to be soft, but his gaze was cold for a moment, but he quickly returned to that watery look, raised his hand, inserted his five fingers into his hair, and slowly stroked his long hair.

Yin Lian said: "Such sinners are unforgivable. They have caused such harm to Jianzong. It is really abominable. By the way, I don't believe him—"

Yin Xian's soft voice suddenly paused.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive range of movement before, or because Qi Feng's sword energy had a far-reaching impact, one of Yin Xian's two chests with a strong sense of presence suddenly fell down and changed its position.

Yin Xian noticed something, before he lowered his head, the falling chest shook again, fell all the way to the bottom, and rolled out along the hem of Yin Xian's robe.

Yin Xian: "..."

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone present didn't know what to say or what to say in this situation, racked their brains and thought about it, and found that it seemed that nothing was good to say.

Then, Siran, still from the modern world, broke the silence.

After a brief shock, he murmured subconsciously: "The chest, the chest fell off."

The author has something to say: Yin Xian - the founder of ancient breast augmentation.