Waste wood knows everything

Siran pinched the simple, tattered and empty storage bag in his hand, looked at the fear that didn't seem fake on Liu Sirui's face, and fell into deep confusion.

This... This is really just a storage bag, not a storage monster, right?

Why are you a group of sword cultivators with explosive combat power so serious and nervous! ?

"Are you serious?" Siran weighed the extra light storage bag in his hand, and he had a deeper understanding of the poverty of the sword cultivator, "Forget it, who is the fear of you? Come and claim it chant."

The five people in front of them fell silent, and no one moved.

"It can't be like this, Hongchenyu has good intentions, isn't this asking you to face the fear in your heart?" Siran had already forgotten the way he faltered when facing the midnight cockroach, "Come on, take this step, The future is bright!"

Sword cultivators: "..."

The scene fell into a silent embarrassment.

"This... this must not be my fear," Xie Rongqing coughed twice, turned her head to look at Yun Mo, touched Yun Mo's expressionless side face, and finally passed him and aimed at Liu Sirui, " Brother, come on, face the reality, cut off this storage bag, I believe you."

Liu Sirui took a step towards Lanyi Jianxiu: "Why must it be mine? There are so many people present, come to Senior Brother Qin, look at that storage bag, is it exactly the same as yours?"

"Come on, don't we buy the whole sect in batches at a discount? Who else has a special style?" The blue-clothed swordsman waved his hand and leaned against another swordsman, " Cough, Junior Brother Zhang, why don't you go up and hack?"

Siran: "..."

very confused.

He glanced at the storage bag in his hand, sighed helplessly, tried to pinch a small fireball and ignited it.

What else can I do, the heavy responsibility of eradicating poverty has to fall on my shoulders.

The conventional storage bag cannot be burned by Siran's simple little fireball, but this red dust jade embodies fear, so as long as there is an action to break the fear, it is enough.

The storage bag was gradually engulfed by the flames, and the surrounding scene once again changed dramatically.

Different from the black mist that condensed from fear several times before, the whole space suddenly lit up, and dazzling white light rolled from all directions, submerging several people in it in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Si Ran immediately ran towards Yun Mo, but was in vain.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around, the surroundings were all white, the touch under his feet was very strange, as if he was stepping lightly on the clouds, he took a few tentative steps forward, and called Yun Mo's name a few times, But no response.

All the people disappeared, and only he existed in this empty and silent place.

He was originally relaxed, even somewhat joyful, and gradually sank, and asked Baoshu: "Whose fear is this? Make everyone disappear?"

Baoshu: [Isn't this the private room you've been thinking about? 】

Suddenly surprised: "What private room?"

Baoshu suddenly complained: [You are too heartless, just now you complained that Hongchenyu didn't give you a private room, and now you have forgotten your request. The link of showing fear is over, okay? It is the main event, it seems to be recreating the past memories——]

"Wait," Siran interrupted, "The fear presentation is over? Didn't it just come out three? There are seven people present!"

Baoshu: 【...Can't it be that five people share the same fear? 】

Siran: "..."

So this storage bag actually takes on several roles, taking on the heavy responsibility that all sword cultivators fear in their hearts! ?

Why are you sword cultivators afraid of a storage bag?

He stood in the pure white space in shock for a long time before he remembered what Baoshu had left to say, and tried to use a new topic to dilute the speechlessness in his heart: "You just said, what is this private room for?"

Treasure book: [Hongchenyu is best at its law of time and space, and showing fear is actually just extracting special fragments from memory, so it concentrates the little power left, and divides a space for each of you , to give you a chance to re-watch past memories. 】

"Past memories?" Si Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smiled indifferently, "What's so interesting about the past—"

Baoshu explained: [Don't underestimate the reappearance of past memories. First of all, this is a third perspective. Sometimes you can find many details that you have forgotten. Secondly, people are constantly growing through experience. People's various apps There is also the annual summary. After living for more than 20 years, it would be nice to have a temporary life summary. 】

Siran paused for a while, and some scenes began to emerge in the surrounding white light. He seemed to have recovered from his contemplation, and looked at the faintly visible mountains and villages around him. This was by no means something he could see in the modern world. to the scene.

"Which part of my memory is this?" Siran took a few steps forward, and the scene gradually became clearer with each step he took. When he stopped, he was already in a quaint village, like a The holographic movie, "...is this my legacy from the Three Souls of the Realm of Cultivation?"

Before Siran crossed to the realm of comprehension, he was divided into two parts. One part was the three souls without self-awareness, who survived stumblingly in the realm of comprehension, and the other part was the relatively complete three souls and four souls. Lived into my 20s.

When he realized that this memory was not his in the modern world, Siran looked a little relaxed: "So what this Hongchen jade gave me is the memory of being in the cultivation world?"

The treasure book gave the correct answer: [It should be divided into two parts, first in the realm of comprehension, and then in the modern world. 】

"...Oh, that's it." Siran paused, for a moment, he even looked a little gloomy, but soon returned to his original indifferent appearance, looking at the surrounding scene, he seemed very interested, " This third perspective is not bad, it has fulfilled my dream of watching holographic movies."

This is a very simple small village.

Siran stood at the gate of the village, and in front of him stood a six-year-old child with tattered clothes and a fairly fair face, but there was no emotion in his eyes, like a dummy.

This is Siran from childhood.

Xiao Siran stood at the entrance of the village, and there was a sound coming from mid-air. He was like a robot equipped with sensors. When he felt the sound, he slowly raised his head and blinked his eyes at a constant speed.

A young man dressed in white and with a gentle face stood in front of him, leaned slightly, slid his pale fingers along the side of Xiao Siran's face to his neck, rubbed the back of his neck lightly, and said: "Your name is Siran."

Xiao Siran blinked: "Yes."

"I am your father, come with me."

The white-clothed monk straightened up, not paying attention to Xiao Siran's response, and glanced at the villagers who came around, threw a piece of gold over, grabbed Xiao Siran's collar and flew away.

Si Ran who was watching his past memories from the side: "..."

Is he brought back to Xian Yunzong by Si Xingfeng like this?

Is this attitude a bit too perfunctory?

This father-son relationship... is really made of plastic?

Although he inherited the memory of the original three souls, he didn't remember everything clearly, the more distant the memory, the less remained, and in fact, he didn't even remember what Si Xingfeng looked like.

He watched as Si Xingfeng took Xiao Siran all the way back to Xianyunzong, and then came the spiritual root test. After the results of the five spiritual roots came out, Xiao Siran, who was only six years old, was directly thrown into the twelve-year-old by Si Xingfeng. On the peak, let it fend for itself.

Fortunately, Xiao Siran’s living ability is perfect. He is like a robot every day, doing the established things according to the established steps, eating, practicing, and washing. This memory seems to be played repeatedly, except for Xiao Siran. There is almost no difference except that the mushrooms grow rapidly after the rain.

Three years later, when Xiao Siran was nine years old, he met eight-year-old Gu Ling in the corner of the Twelve Peaks.

Looking at this memory, Siran was taken aback.

At this time, Gu Ling seemed too... stunned.

This is very strange, in his memory, Gu Ling has always had a personality that tends to be aggressive and poisonous, when did he appear so stupid?

However, Gu Ling in his memory was mostly thirteen or fourteen years old, maybe Gu Ling was like this when he was young?

Xiao Siran was a little dazed and silly because of insomnia, but at this moment, Gu Ling looked not much better than Xiao Siran, with a paralyzed face, dull eyes, and even his movements seemed a little stiff .

When the two expressionless people met for the first time, they stood there and stared at each other for a long time.

Compared to Xiao Siran who only knows how to practice, Gu Ling is a little bit better than Xiao Siran in life except for being dazed at the beginning. He can at least practice swords. Like a person.

Memories play fast, it's smart, everything is fast forwarded countless times when no special events are happening.

On this day, it was raining heavily in Xianyun Zong. Xiao Siran got up, washed, ate, and practiced step by step, and then went out for a stroll and exercised his body according to the schedule.

As soon as he went out, he saw little Gu Ling at the door of his hut.

The small wooden sword that little Gu Ling made by himself and has always been cherished was broken into two sections by someone. He stood in the heavy rain, soaked all over, and there was an obvious wound on his forehead, which was washed white by the rain. His clothes were also tattered, revealing deep sword wounds.

He looked very sad, holding his broken small wooden sword, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his eyes were a little red.

Little Gu Ling stood in front of Xiao Siran in such a particularly aggrieved manner.

It's a pity that Sanpo didn't have much emotion, Xiao Siran gave him a blank look, and was planning to bypass this person and continue the shopping activities on his schedule.

Seeing this part, Siran couldn't help it anymore, he sighed softly, and walked in front of Gu Ling.

At this time, Gu Ling was only in his teens, and he was still a tender young lady. Out of sympathy for young creatures, Siran felt that the living environment in Xianyun Sect was really too harsh.

He looked at Xiao Gu Ling's miserable appearance, knew that this was a memory and he couldn't interfere with it, so he still wanted to reach out and pat the little Zhengtai on the head to comfort him.

As soon as this idea came out, Siran suddenly felt a strange attraction coming from the little Siran beside him, the scene in front of him was distorted, and a strange feeling rose from the surroundings.

The figure of him standing on the sidelines in his memory flashed, and he actually merged into Xiao Siran's body straight away.

The sight in front of him suddenly lowered, and he was startled. He lowered his head and saw that a pair of tender little hands were clearly Xiao Siran's body.

Siran quickly poked the treasure book: "What's going on? Didn't I just look at the past memories? Why are you still involved?"

Treasure book: [The law of Hongchenyu is special, it contains double rules of time and space, sometimes, it can even cross time, connect with the past at a certain moment, forming a closed circle——]

Siran looked at the raindrops falling into his palm: "Then am I just playing a cameo in my memory now, or am I really connected with the past and directly involved in the facts?"

Baoshu: [Before things happen, this is unknown, and I don't know, but since you have already made a guest appearance, why don't you just do it according to your own ideas. 】

Do it according to your own ideas?

Standing against his young body, there was a loud thunder in the sky, the huge lightning illuminated half of the sky, and the rain became more urgent. Little Gu Ling's thin body trembled slightly in the rain, but his black and white eyes were clear. He stared straight at Xiao Siran.

Siran took a light step forward.

Before little Gu Ling could grow his head, they were about the same age at this age, so he raised his hand, patted little Gu Ling's head, and brushed away a strand of hair sticking to his forehead.

Little Gu Ling's eyes gradually brightened: "They broke my sword."

Siran let go.

Little Gu Ling continued: "They beat me, saying that I have no father or mother, and no one wants me."

Siran looked into his confused and sad eyes: "Then did you call back?"

Little Gu Ling said: "No, why should I call back?"

why?

Siran didn't expect Gu Ling to be so stunned when he was a child, to ask such a question.

"If you let them beat you all the time, those people will think you are easy to bully, and will continue like this, and even go too far," Siran said as someone who has been there, remembering the incident of Sanpo being bullied in Xianyunzong before, " Faced with this situation, you have to learn to fight back, those people are picking on the weak persimmons, and they dare not hit you when you become tough, you know?"

Little Gu Ling was silent for a long time.

He seemed to be experiencing some deep thinking, and the emotions in his eyes suddenly became alive. After a long time, he reached out and wiped the rainwater from his face: "I see."

In the next second, the scene in front of Siran changed again.

He came out of Xiao Siran's body again, and returned to the previous third-person view mode.

In the memory screen, Xiao Siran, who had lost Siran's control, was still expressionless. He walked around Gu Ling with an umbrella, and continued his big business of shopping on his schedule.

Standing beside him, Siran noticed little Gu Ling's gradually firm eyes.

He was quite relieved at first, but when he thought of a certain key point, he was slightly startled: "Wait, if I'm not just playing a cameo in a mere memory, but actually participating in the past, then... ...Then it couldn't be because of me, Gu Ling who used to be stupid, became what he is now?"

Baoshu Liangliang: [Maybe. 】

Later memories confirmed his ominous thoughts.

Little Siran and little Gu Ling didn't spend much time together, but they still met once or twice a day. Just like this, Siran watched little Gu Ling, after the conversation that day when he possessed little Siran, acted in an extremely Quickly took off the soft and cute appearance, and the whole person's aura was revealed little by little, and he began to be infected with arrogance, sarcasm, and yin and yang.

Until one day, little Gu Ling held the long sword, stopped in front of Xiao Siran's house for a while, and said with a sneer: "Hmph, those bullies know how to call their father when they are beaten, so give them a good beating!" It's all light."

Siran: "..."

This familiar tone was definitely Gu Ling's.

The silly little Gu Ling back then has finally completed the transformation into an exploding mushroom, I hope it's not his fault...

The memories in front of me are passing by quickly, and the scene is changing. Little Siran grows up day by day, and little Gu Ling gradually walks towards another road of no return, until the news that Si Xingfeng's life is about to end comes later. , Si Ran returned to his original state, and this memory stopped abruptly, and the scene in front of him returned to white again.

Siran exhaled lightly, and when he turned around again, the surrounding scene changed again.

The familiar concrete road stretches out in front of your eyes, surrounded by some dilapidated small buildings, a row of evergreen trees grow sparsely on both sides of the road, the sky is scorching hot sun, there is a child lying in front of the freezer in a small shop on the street, Holding a one-dollar coin, he reached out and took out a popsicle.

This is the modern world, the modern world more than 20 years ago.

Siran subconsciously clenched his lowered hands, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Some of the past buried in his memory, buried in a very deep place, was baked away by such a scorching summer day. The superficially hard barrier leaked out from the gap.

He turned his head almost in a panic, looking for a certain figure, and stopped when he touched a thin figure by the side of the road.

This is Xiao Siran at the age of six in the modern world.

Compared with Xiao Siran's tattered clothes in the cultivation world, the little Siran in the modern world is not much better. He wears a loose and ill-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of fat pants on his lower body, and a pair of open clothes on his feet. Glued sandals, disheveled hair, revealing a small face covered with dust.

Siran looked at himself when he was a child, and after a while, he said: "Why is it when I was six years old again, what about the previous memory?"

Baoshu: [I don't know, maybe Hongchenyu didn't want to reproduce her memory from birth? 】

Siran was silent.

His own memory only started when he was six years old. Before the age of six, it was completely blank. Since he could remember, he had never seen his parents.

Little Siran was raised by a stray cat when he was six years old.

This may sound bizarre, but it is what it is.

Xiao Siran has no father and no mother, and stands under the scorching sun wearing ill-fitting clothes. His eyes are like the three souls in the cultivation world who have no self-awareness. They are calm, but without any expression, like an object that has lost its soul.

There are many vagrants in this city, but Xiao Siran is not as good at squeezing the resources needed for survival from every corner as they are. He seems to be separated from the whole world, and he doesn't know how to eat or drink.

If it wasn't for the stray cat, he would have died long ago.

When Xiao Siran met the civet cat with the missing ear, it had just given birth to a litter of kittens, but none of them survived, and all the kittens were killed by the children playing in the community.

I don't know if it's because of this reason, but the raccoon cat treats little Siran as its own child, and keeps raising him.

The cihuamao is very good at survival. It follows Xiao Siran. Seeing that Xiao Siran is not feeding, it catches the mouse and pushes it in front of him. It pats Xiao Siran's leg with its orange cat paws. let him eat.

Xiao Siran lowered his head expressionlessly, looked at the dead mouse on the ground, and was about to pick it up to eat, when a passer-by saw it and quickly threw the dead mouse aside, saying: "You child, what are you eating? Be careful. If you are sick, don’t put anything in your mouth!”

The passer-by left, and Xiao Siran and Cihuamao looked at each other calmly.

Cihuamao seemed to realize something. Since that day, it has been looking around for all kinds of edible things, from leftovers in restaurant trash cans to expired bread thrown away in convenience stores.

It gradually understands what little Siran can eat and what it can't eat, so it specially goes through the packaged and thrown away expired food, puts it in its mouth, and sends it to little Siran's side.

Xiao Siran blankly and quietly accepted all the things that the cihuamao sent, and he was also very strong in life, as long as he had food and drink, he could survive like this.

Cihuamao is very smart, sometimes it even observes what other creatures that look like Xiao Siran are eating, and will look for similar food.

Sometimes, it will sneak into a small supermarket, grab a bag of milk or a bag of instant noodles, and then slip out quickly. Most of the time it fails and will be beaten out by the boss, but if it succeeds, this is Stoudemire. What a rare sumptuous meal.

In such a day-to-day time, Xiao Siran's dull eyes seemed to have changed a little.

Sometimes he would pet the cihuamao gently, and sometimes the weather was bad, after the cihuamao found food for little Siran, he had nothing to eat, so he would set aside half of the food and share it with the cihuamao.

He even started to live actively and started looking for food.

In the evening of that day, there was a bakery on the street that was dealing with unsold bread for the day. Xiao Siran approached him. Seeing his tattered appearance, the young lady of the bakery secretly gave him a small bag of meal kits.

This bag of lunch bag exudes a sweet smell, Xiao Siran's eyes moved slightly, and his expression was a little happy. After he left the bakery, he even started trotting, the plastic bag in his hand made a sound, and the meal bag inside was shaking .

He wants to share this food with Cihuamao.

Little Siran ran to the place where he and the cihuamao lived - a bench in an abandoned park. When it wasn't raining, he would sleep here, and the cihuamao would sleep in a ball in his arms, one by one. The cat spent every sunny night like this.

However, when he stepped into the abandoned small park, he saw only a pool of bright red blood.

Several half-grown teenagers gathered together and laughed loudly. They held lighters, knives, ropes, and various things in their hands. One of the teenagers with dyed yellow hair squatted on the ground and dragged the raccoon cat. tail, and burned its ears with cigarette butts.

The raccoon cat let out a weak cry.

The laughter of the teenagers pierced into the ears like knives. The small knives in their hands were stained with blood and cut open the belly of the cihuamao. The blood and internal organs flowed all over the place. The thin rope strangled its neck. Someone cursed : "You little bastard, how dare you steal the bread I threw away, and the rats are not enough for you? A bastard is a bastard!"

They laughed, and someone echoed, "The things that the boss threw away, you don't want to eat them, and they are not for feeding these little beasts, right?"

"That's it!"

The plastic bag in Xiao Siran's hand fell to the ground.

He walked forward in a daze, his footsteps became faster and faster, and finally he almost ran. He pushed away the teenagers standing in front of him, the yellow hair was pushed by him, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Little Siran squatted down, untied the rope wrapped around the raccoon cat's body little by little, pressed his fingers on its bleeding wound, and wiped it again and again, but he couldn't wipe off the more and more blood.

"Meow……"

The raccoon cat let out a weak cry.

It bit a piece of bread, raised its head with difficulty, opened its mouth slowly, stretched out its blood-stained paws, gently pushed the bread forward, and at the same time rubbed its head against little Siran affectionately. arm.

This is the way it and he have been used to communicating.

What's for you, you eat.

The cihuamao exhausted its last strength, stretched out its tongue, licked Xiao Siran's fingers, and let out an extremely small cry.

It was like when the cihuamao jumped to Xiao Siran's legs when they met for the first time, sniffed his breath, and made the same cry when they decided to keep him.

Xiao Siran stared blankly at Cihuamao, he looked extremely calm, as if all emotions had been stripped away, his eyes were covered with a layer of veil, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Where did the little beggar come from!? Looking for death?" The yellow hair that was pushed away came back to his senses, and suddenly became angry, "What? You raised this cat? It's okay, the little beggar raises a little beast, and it is also worthy of— —”

All the noise around me went away in an instant.

Xiao Siran stretched out his hand, as usual, gently patted Cihuamao's head.

Then he picked up the pocket knife that had fallen to the ground.

The author has something to say: explain the past... soon!I swear!