Waste wood knows everything

Elder Yu really deserves to be the man in charge of Quan Jianzong's finances.

Siran was a little puzzled before, with the financial level of the sword cultivators who made people cry when they heard it, how did this huge sword sect survive.

Even if they are self-sufficient in food and drink, cultivation resources are always needed, and spirit stone pills and weapons are all money-burning goods.

Now he understands that, to increase income and reduce expenditure, both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be tough.

This Elder Yu really took the open source to the extreme, and he could squeeze it out as much as he could. The incident of jumping off the cliff at the beginning of the Holy Land, you can get a glimpse of this person's business acumen that is extremely incompatible with the style of the sword cultivator.

Of course it hurts the hairline too.

Over there, Yin Xian endured the boredom in his chest, and counted [-] spirit stones from the storage bag at his waist.

Twenty thousand spirit stones were placed on the ground with a clatter, and the ground was covered with shiny spirit stones, and the eyes of the disciples behind were straightened.

Liu Sirui was still envious over there: "I don't know if I can have so many spirit stones in my life."

Siran touched his storage bag containing tens of thousands of spirit stones, took it off and stuffed it into Liu Sirui's hand, took it back after a few seconds, and said: "Now, you can be regarded as once a Wanling spirit stone." Ishido."

Liu Sirui: "...?"

Liu Sirui hadn't reacted just now, but when he realized that the storage bag that had just been stuffed into his hand was so valuable, he immediately raised that hand in front of his face, glanced at it cherishedly, and took a long time to raise his head.

He said quietly: "Tell me, if I use this hand to touch my storage bag more, will it enlighten it and decorate it with more spirit stones?"

After all, he really pinched the small storage bag on his waist repeatedly with his hands.

There are also different grades of storage bags, like the one used by Siran, which is quite high-end. In addition to its large capacity, it also has a certain defensive function.

And the one Liu Sirui is touching is obviously the buy five get one free sale style in the market.

Siran thought for a while, and said: "Yes, but I have to choose a night, and I have to touch it on the bed."

Liu Sirui didn't expect there to be a show, his eyes lit up, and he leaned over and lowered his voice: "What's the reason?"

Siran smiled kindly: "Dream after falling asleep, there is everything in the dream."

Liu Sirui: "..."

Over there, Elder Yu quickly scanned the spirit stones on the ground with his spiritual sense.

The spiritual consciousness of the monks is equivalent to the special perception independent of the five senses. The scanning speed is extremely fast, and ten lines at a glance is not a problem. Otherwise, there is no large-denomination paper currency in circulation in the cultivation world. when.

"That's not right," Elder Yu was obviously very proficient in counting spirit stones, and said after a while, "There are only 99 spirit stones here, which is not enough."

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin Xian's whole face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water, his robe shook, and a piece of spirit stone that rolled in at an unknown time rolled out again, and he snorted: "Isn't this enough? For a sect as big as Jianzong, it would be too—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Elder Yu waved his hand, and he put away all the spirit stones on the ground, and his old face was filled with the joy of a good harvest.

He patted the storage bag with great satisfaction, Dang even stepped on the sword and flew away, not caring what Yin Qian said at all.

All he had in his eyes was white spirit stones.

Yin Lian stared at Elder Yu's back as he left in a cool way, and the depression in his chest became more and more serious.

Yun Xinzhi saw that the matter had come to an end for the time being, so he followed Elder Yu and left. After he left, only Qi Feng and Yin Xian were left with big eyes and small eyes. The big eyes belonged to Yin Xian, and the small eyes belonged to Qi Feng. of.

The two stared at each other for a while, knowing that there was no reason to stare, they both turned and left.

When Yin Xian left, Meng Bei and Meng Xi dutifully followed behind. Their majestic figures made Yin Xian's back look very thin and bleak. If they changed into white clothes again, they would be like escorting prisoners.

And after the big shots left, the remaining group of onlookers erupted into an upsurge of discussion.

Siran pricked up his ears to listen for a while, most of the discussion revolved around Yin Lian...'s chest.

"Has anyone seen what material his ball is made of?"

"I don't know, but is this Sect Master Yin a man or a woman? Venerable Xinyun seems to say that he is a woman disguised as a man? Elder Qi also said that he is a man disguised as a woman. Alas, it is too difficult."

"Of course it's a man. Women already have it. Why make a fake one?"

"Who said there must be women, look at the junior sister on Qiyan Peak, she is even flatter than us."

"You say that Junior Sister Qin is going to beat you again, what's wrong with her? What's the use of you all training your chest muscles to kill mosquitoes? Who can beat her?"

"...Let's not talk about this, aren't you curious about the past of Sect Master Yin and Venerable Xinyun?"

"I'm not curious, I just want to know how he shaved his legs so clean."

……

Sure enough, where there are people, there will be enthusiastic discussions among the people who eat melons, even in the world of comprehension.

After Yin Xian was pressured by Meng Bei and Meng Xi to an extremely remote small peak, the elders of Jianzong held an emergency meeting very quickly.

In the main hall of Qiantian Peak, Elder Yu slapped the table and said decisively: "This Yin title is definitely not normal!"

Qi Feng seconded: "That's right, his behavior is extremely weird, presumably there must be a conspiracy—"

"The cost of [-] spirit stones is taken out as soon as he says it is, just to stay in Jianzong. What he is plotting is definitely more than [-] spirit stones." , I am worried that this person is plotting something wrong!"

Qi Feng: "..."

Qi Feng asked sincerely: "Your judgment is based on this?"

Elder Yu asked back: "What's wrong with this? Without this, you can't even afford a scabbard!"

It was the uncle who gave the money, and Qi Feng quickly admitted his mistake sincerely, but after thinking about it, he still said: "Actually, I don't think you need to worry so much. If there is a piece of value in our clan, maybe it doesn't cost much." All Souls Stone."

Elder Yu: "..."

Qi Feng said again: "Besides, are there many tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

All the elders present looked at him with the eyes of "have you drifted away?" Among them, Yun Xinzhi's eyes were the most confused. After all, when Elder Yu quoted a high price of [-] spirit stones, they were the ones who gasped together. .

"Isn't it because we are too poor?" Qi Feng added the last sentence calmly, "In our opinion, [-] spirit stones are a lot, but maybe for other sects, this is not a big amount? "

On the side, the new law enforcement hall elder following Yun Xin wondered, "Isn't this a matter of course?"

Qi Feng: "..."

Qi Feng's expression remained unchanged, "So, since it's not about making money, then there must be other plans, such as... plotting people."

Everyone present turned their attention to Yun Xinzhi, the culprit who attracted Yin Xian.

Qi Feng coughed twice: "Xinzhi, what do you think about this? You and Yin Xian are old acquaintances. Can you understand what kind of person he is?"

Yun Xinzhi didn't respond.

His eyes fell in mid-air without focus, his brows were slightly frowned, and one hand was unconsciously running along his beard, obviously lost in thought.

Qi Feng shouted again: "Believe it?"

Yun Xinzhi frowned even tighter, but he was still immersed in his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself.

Just when Qi Feng was about to pull out his beard, Yun Xinzhi suddenly came back to his senses, his hands shook, and he almost pulled a beard off by himself, saying: "I know!"

Qi Feng felt speechless: "What do you know?"

"It turns out that Yin Xie is actually a man, not a woman." Yun Xinzhi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had uncovered some ancient problem, "Oh, I was really surprised before, and we experienced it together back then. If my friend for so long really changed gender, I, I think it's really unacceptable when I think about it this time!"

Qi Feng didn't ask why Yun Xinzhi couldn't accept it anymore. He knew that in Yun Xinzhi's concept, the six characters of indistinct giving and receiving between men and women are engraved in his bones, and the only person who can have intimate contact is his partner.

He then asked, "Why are you so sure that he is a man?"

Now all the elders have not yet reached a conclusion on the gender of this Yin title.

"On the way to the experience, Daoyou Yin and I used up the last cleansing talisman and had no money to buy a new one. I didn't use this cleansing technique well, and so did Fellow Daoist Yin, so we found a small lake together and simply washed it. Bath, don’t you know that,” Yun Xinzhi sighed, “Oh, my memory has gotten worse and worse in recent years, and it took me a lot of effort to remember.”

Qi Feng was even more puzzled: "Since you are a man, why did you make yourself look like this?"

"I don't know about that," Yun Xinzhi said, "I'm just an old acquaintance with Yin Daoyou, and I haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. If it wasn't for this incident, I would have almost forgotten the previous experience." that experience."

Yun Xinzhi attaches great importance to affection. Ever since he got to know Yanzhi, all his memories have been occupied by this woman, and he can no longer tolerate the existence of other people.

Qi Feng sighed: "Forget it, take one step at a time, this world of comprehension is based on strength, and our huge sword sect will not be restrained by a monk in the distraction period."

There is a huge gap in strength between different sects. For a first-class sect like Jianzong, there are definitely a lot of distracted monks in the sect. What's more, it is common for sword cultivators to challenge themselves, so there is really no need to worry too much about Yin Xian. .

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks will eventually be broken by a single sword.

However, the arrival of Yin title has always had an impact.

Jianzong's entire sect's warning order has not yet been lifted, and there are quite a few disciples wandering around in the sect. Therefore, the little white birds also took a long vacation, eating and drinking every day, and their bodies are somewhat plump.

Yun Mo, who used to go out to practice sword regularly every day, also changed the location of sword practice to Linguan Peak.

The arrival of Yin Xian made Jianzong not as safe as before. Just in case, Yun Mo followed Siran every step of the way during this time to ensure that he was within the envelope of his spiritual consciousness.

Linguan Peak is very big, in addition to the forest that occupies most of the land, there is also a large open space suitable for sword practice. In the past, this open space was used by Si Ran to be in a daze. Feeling a bit like the peak of Da Zongmen.

On the morning of the second day when Yin Xian arrived, Siran found a place in the shade of a tree, took out a small bench and sat there, watching Yun Mo practice his sword.

This is undoubtedly a very pleasing thing.

The protagonist who practices swords is very good-looking, and the swordsmanship is also particularly distinctive. Yun Mo practices the sword of killing with one strike. His swordsmanship combines dexterity and strength, and every move is full of sharpness. , brought a great shock to the swordsmanship, Ji Siran.

Baoshu: [What's the shock, can you understand it? 】

Siran propped his chin: "Do I need to be able to understand? I just need to have eyes and be able to appreciate it. Since I came to this world of self-cultivation, my original vision of 4.0 has directly evolved to 40.0. It feels really good."

Baoshu: [40.0 eyesight doesn't see how much your archery hit rate has increased? 】

"Who said no! I have improved a lot, okay?" Siran retorted, and took out the bow stuffed in the storage bag, intending to give a live demonstration.

However, the effect of getting close to Zhu Zhechi was really remarkable, Si Ran demonstrated it a few times, and under the influence of Yun Mo's single-minded sword practice, he really began to practice archery carefully.

This target is still a small round wooden board hanging on a tree.

Siran conscientiously shot a quiver of arrows, leaving a circle of stroked arrow holes evenly around the periphery of the wooden target, which attracted the golden font of the treasure book that looks like the achievement system in the game.

Treasure Book: [Congratulations on winning the title of Archery Target Stroke Master. I thought that when you shot an arrow into the gap between the two claws of the red-winged golden-tailed bird, you managed not to hurt a single fluff of it. You should realize that you have talent in this area. 】

Siran: "..."

Siran took a deep breath: "As a serious book, don't you feel that you have a tendency to evolve towards test papers recently?"

Baoshu was puzzled: [What happened to the test paper? 】

Seran said coolly: "I'm upset after seeing it."

Treasure Book: […]

Baoshu groaned: [Things look like their masters, I didn't learn all of this from you. 】

Siran also groaned: "It's okay, I can't do long-distance combat, I can fight in close combat. Didn't I kill that bird with a bow?"

Baoshu suggested: [You can do the opposite. For example, you aim at the edge of the wooden target, thinking that I will draw an edge on it, maybe you can hit the target. 】

Siran: "..."

Siran categorically denied: "Absolutely impossible!"

Baoshu: [Try it!Just try it! 】

Try it, whoever is afraid of it.

Siran picked up the last arrow in the quiver, put it on the bowstring, squinted his eyes and aimed at the last place on the edge of the board without an arrow hole, and shot there.

whoosh-

The wooden arrow crossed a blurred yellow shadow in the air, and hit the bull's-eye accurately and accurately!

Treasure Book: [Perfect! 】

Yun Mo, who was passing by, also said, "Not bad."

Siran: "..."

Yun Mo just finished his sword practice at this time, put away his sword and was walking back, when he saw Siran bowing his bow and shooting arrows in a very serious manner, with a serious expression, standard movements, and extremely high accuracy, after thinking about it, he gave a word of encouragement.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Siran did not show any joy, on the contrary, the whole person fell into a state of depression, and looked over with dim eyes, extremely frustrated.

Yun Mo: "..."

Is it okay to praise?

Yun Mo looked at Siran's eyes full of accusations, his heart skipped a beat very rarely, he was silent for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Siran pointed to the target: "I am not aiming at the bull's-eye."

He pointed to a spot on the edge of the target: "This is where I aimed."

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo looked at the small round holes around the edge of the target where the arrows shot out, and finally understood what was going on with Siran's unlovely expression.

Although it was not appropriate, a smile did appear in his heart.

It's just that the smile didn't show, Yun Mo still didn't seem to have much expression, but his eyes were a little gentle, and he said softly: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Archery requires long-term practice. Why don't you do it like this? After you Get up early with me, I will practice sword here, and you will practice bow, how about it?"

Siran: "..."

get up early?An early riser like you?

No, no, no!

Just when Siran was about to politely refuse, Yun Mo's eyes froze suddenly, he turned around abruptly and blocked Siran behind him, and a red figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Siran's little heart almost stopped beating for a moment. This scene really had the feeling of a red-clothed ghost appearing on TV.

On Linguan Peak, Yin Lian stood there at some point, behind him were still two tall and strong disciples of Law Enforcement Hall.

Logically speaking, with this Law Enforcing Hall disciple around, Yin Xian would not be able to turn around any troubles, but this person has a strange aura that makes people's hearts tremble when they see it.

Yun Mo's face was expressionless: "Sect Master Yin came to watch the peak, what's your business?"

Most of Jianzong's individual peaks were banned by the master, but Linguan Peak was different. Due to the existence of Yun Mo, not many people dared to come here, so there was the previous Liu Sirui bird raising incident and the current one. ...... The red-clothed ghost haunts.

Yin Xian said softly: "I'll come and see Xinzhi's apprentice."

Yun Mo's eyes were cold: "Everything is fine, don't bother Sect Master Yin."

"Caring about Xinzhi's apprentice, how can you say it's bothering you?" Yin Xian walked over slowly, stopped at a place about three meters away, turned his head slightly, and looked at Siran, "Your name is Siran, right?"

Siran's heart skipped a beat.

This red-clothed ghost shouldn't hold grudges like this, and come here to pick trouble for yesterday's words, right?Did you even find out his name?

Yin Yan said warmly: "Xiao Ran, are you also Xinzhi's apprentice?"

With a sudden shake, a chill came over his whole body.

Yin Hua called him Xiao Ran, at most he was a little uncomfortable, after all, he was just an acquaintance, so he was not used to calling him like this, and Yin Xian called him Siran, it was really nauseating all over his body, everything was wrong.

Siran forcibly suppressed the urge to roll his eyes: "No."

After all, Yin Xian's gentle face turned cold instantly, as if matters that had nothing to do with Yun Xinzhi, in his eyes, were no different from an ant on the side of the road.

Siran was taken aback by his sudden change of face. He had the thrill of watching a horror movie with a female ghost appearing on the big screen in a movie theater. He subconsciously took a step back, stepped on a stone, tilted his foot, and fell backwards.

Siran: "..."

tired.

The moment he fell down, his heart was extraordinarily peaceful, he wasn't afraid, he was just ashamed.

In this cultivation world, he was probably the only one who would fall down in such a shameful way.

The situation on Siran's side was immediately noticed by Yun Mo.

He could have used his spiritual power to lift Siran directly, but for some reason, perhaps because of the sequelae of Dust Valley, Yun Mo subconsciously grabbed Siran's hand and pulled it forward——

Siran was calmly welcoming the pain of hitting the back of his head on the ground, but suddenly there was a pulling force. After a moment of stagnation, he quickly changed direction and slammed forward.

He knocked on Yun Mo's hard chest muscles again.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and the chest muscles are getting harder.

Siran silently covered the bridge of his nose and took a step back. He was still rubbing his nose when he saw Yin Xian's dead face and suddenly smiled again.

Siran: "..."

Has this person studied drama face changing?

"So you are friends." Yin Xian put on that pretendingly gentle face again, and said softly to Siran, "I just said that this Linguan Peak was originally lived by Yun Mo alone, and suddenly moved away. If you come in personally, it must have a lot to do with it."

Siran covered his nose, and paraphrased Yun Mo's classic saying: "Don't bother Sect Master Yin."

Yin Xian slightly tilted his head, stared at Siran's face for a long time, until his hair was about to explode, then he chuckled and said: "Xiaoran's skin is really good, and it's so beautiful. White and tender, more beautiful than many female cultivators."

Siran blinked: "Thank you, your skin is also very fair."

Yin Xian smiled, and just about to speak, he heard Siran say again: "Is the lead powder not spread evenly? Look at your neck, there is still a black spot."

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin looked at Siran with a slightly stiff smile.

Siran looked back with a smile.

The two looked at each other like this for a long time, and finally Yin Xian regained his smile and said, "I am not lead powder."

He raised his finger and swipe across his pale face, his tone was very strange: "Have you ever heard of the bleaching method, Xiao Ran? It is to combine several kinds of corrosive spiritual plants with some extremely corrosive spiritual plants. Mix the minerals together, use the corrosiveness to burn the skin of the whole body, and then cover the snow-white spiritual minerals bit by bit in the fuzzy flesh and blood below..."

When he said this, his eyes stared straight at Siran with deep malice, as if he wanted to appreciate his fear.

Sure enough, Siran frowned.

Yin Xian was happy in his heart, and was about to say a few more words, but Si Ran was extremely puzzled and said: "So it's still not evenly spread?"

Yin Xian: "..."

Yin Xian's expression froze.

Siran was very curious, with a pure face: "Then your scalp is also this color?"

Listening to the explanation, I feel that all the skin layers are gone, and the hair follicles should not exist anymore. Could it be that Yin Xian's end is a wig?

Then the quality of this wig is just right.

Siran kept looking over Yin Xian's head, thinking that since the fake breast incident happened before, this wig is also possible.

Yin Xian is worthy of being the master of a sect, and he quickly adjusted his mentality. He didn't answer Siran's words, but changed the subject abruptly, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and said with a smile: "My lip color Does it look good?"

Siran considered the words: "The color is quite positive."

"I think it looks good too," Yin Xian seemed to take Siran's words as a compliment, gently rubbing his lower lip, and said quietly, "Do you know? This is after 81 days of training with the blood of several spirit beasts , mixed with the blood of my heart, and used the extremely cold ice needle to tattoo this bright red color on the lips little by little. The whole coloring process takes 49 days, and every inch of flesh and blood on the lips is dyed. This bright red color is considered a success."

Yin Xian's smile grew bigger and bigger: "After success, this spirit beast blood has a strong penetrating power to other colors, and it can maintain such a bright color no matter what time it is."

Siran frowned: "There's no need to do this."

Yin Xian's smile widened a bit, and the other hand that was hanging down trembled slightly because of excitement, and said in a strange voice: "Why is it unnecessary, do you know, I did it for—"

"Isn't there no way to change the lipstick... Have you changed the color of the lipstick?" Siran showed doubts, mixed with a bit of pity, "Your color is so thick, and it is rejected by the blood of spirit beasts. Fat must be difficult to color, this is too fixed style."

Siran said earnestly: "More importantly, I think... your color should be lighter, it's a bit too strong, and it doesn't match your overall style."

Every time this Yin title wants to dent, it's always a kind of gentleness, and I don't know which woman he wants to imitate.

In short, this attitude, coupled with the red lips and pale face, is simply a disaster in the world of makeup.

Yin Xian: "..."

The author has something to say: A sudden blow: your powder is not evenly applied.

Suddenly double-click: Your lipstick color is wrong.

Yin title, died.