Waste wood knows everything

Hongchenyu probably never expected that its well-intentioned memory replay, originally intended to allow everyone to discover the details of past memories, turned out to be a spirit stone memorial meeting for all sword repairers to commemorate their innocent loss. , and the spirit stones that can no longer be retrieved.

The most heart-wrenching point of all was letting them know the spirit stone they had lost, and cutting off their hope of getting it back.

The surrounding pure black space peeled apart piece by piece like a shattering, and then there was a very familiar whirlwind. The drum washing machine operated in reverse and spit out all the contents, and several people landed on the previous station with a clatter. On the vacant lot.

It finally came out.

Siran clung to Yunmo all the way so as not to rotate 180 degrees when he landed, and then let go when his feet were on the ground. The first thing he looked at was the ground where Hongchenyu was—it was empty, and there was nothing left.

Siran tried to talk to Xiao Yuanzhu: "Where is Hongchenyu?"

"Let's go." After a while, the little round bead popped out, "I just left, Hongchenyu itself has been floating in the void as a fairy weapon, if it wasn't captured by that green hair, it wouldn't be Appeared here, and now it has finished delivering the presents, so it will leave."

Siran: "Didn't you say it fell into a deep sleep?"

Little Yuanzhu: "That's right, but, can't you sleepwalk?"

Siran: "..."

The sleepwalking Hongchenyu patted his ass and left after delivering the gift, leaving behind a group of sword cultivators squatting there hugging their heads and crying.

Siran asked about the time, and the flow of time inside and outside the Hongchen Jade was not the same. They stayed in the memory for so long, and only three days had passed in the secret territory. Almost half way through.

The temporary battle of the secret realm to break the barrier had come to an end two days ago.

Facts have proved that the power of the masses is great. The barrier that the green-haired monk swore that Yun Mo and others would not be able to break after two or three years, under the fanatical attack of thousands of people in the secret territory, within a day or two, it can be broken. Fall apart.

Siran was a little curious: "Who won in the end?"

"The Biqing Palace ranks first in power rankings, and a monk from Yexuanzong has the highest single-person damage," Xiao Yuanzhu sighed, "If the young master of Yexuanzong hadn't been kicked out, it's hard to say who will be the final winner. But it was also because of the absence of the young master of the family, several people in Yexuanzong became even more crazy, and at the last moment they tried their best to snatch the single first place."

Suddenly paused: "The young master of Yexuanzong was kicked out?"

"That green hair did it, and the young master has saved a lot of points and didn't draw them," Xiao Yuanzhu muttered, "Let's see, hiss, there are actually five thousand points, it must be five hundred points! "

Siran: "..."

As we all know, one person can only enter the Fairyland once, and Young Master Ye's five thousand points are in vain.

In the card-drawing game, you always draw as soon as you have one, and Siran, who can never save the number of times to draw cards, suddenly felt a little respect from the bottom of his heart.

Little Yuanzhu felt sad again: "Oh, it's too miserable."

Siran wanted to laugh when he heard Xiao Yuanzhu's tone: "Since he is so miserable, why don't you make an exception and let him do it again?"

"This can't work," Xiaoyuanzhu said softly, "The death-repelling function of Listening Wonderland can only be used once on each person, so I set that a person can only enter Listening Wonderland once."

Siran: "..."

It seems that Young Master Ye's five hundred draws are completely hopeless.

There is still half a month before the end of the secret realm. Although Wu Ying missed the free ten rounds of the battle of the secret realm, he has an increased chance of getting the planner's gift, and he shrinks into the shadow happily, continuing his great cause of robbing monsters with a shit stick went.

Siran also followed the team of five sword repairmen here, leisurely looking at the scenery, eating, drinking, and admiring the battle scenes of sword repairers.

During this period, it was rare for him to maintain the cold-blooded persona who planned the inhumanity, and he stood still in the face of the scene where the sword masters were shining every day, and he just didn't open the back door once——

The guarantee has been given, and the treasures have been stuffed. As for people, they still have to accept the reality and face their true luck bravely.

Until the end of the secret realm, except for the guarantee, the sword repair team did not draw out a treasure above purple.

Of course, neither did Wu Ying, whose probability was increased tenfold by Siran.

On the day when the secret realm ended, Siran and the others accidentally ran into Wu Ying, who had lost his mind. Across a bush, Wu Ying and Xie Rongqing exchanged the eyes of someone who had passed by.

This scene was recorded by Siran, and it was named—the African chief's gaze.

"Then I'm leaving," the people around disappeared into the white light one by one. When they were about to leave, Siran went back to Lingxian Temple and poked the little round bead, "What are you going to do next?"

Little Yuanzhu thought for a moment: "Use the activated aura to maintain the fairyland well, and then... well, let's plan the next event."

Si Ran looked at the cheerful figure of Xiao Yuanzhu flying around the Lingxian Temple, and remembered the fact that "the original owner of the Lingxian Temple has fallen" mentioned in the treasure book, his heart sank slightly, but he couldn't bear to break Xiaoyuan's heart. The dream of Zhu waiting for the return of the master.

For an artifact spirit living alone in a fairy artifact, waiting for the return of its master may be the only goal for its long life.

Siran gently closed his eyes, and took out a large bag of spiced melon seeds, fried green beans, spicy dried fish and a small bag of secret red-winged golden tail bird meat from the storage bag and put them beside him: "Then I'll go." Yeah, you can eat some of these if you have nothing to do, if it's not enough...then bear with it."

Anyway, he can't come to Listen to Wonderland again.

The planning of this Fairyland Listening event was exceptionally successful, the amount of spiritual energy activated has more than doubled by dozens of times, but the actual consumption of treasures has not increased much.

Xiao Yuanzhu packed up all the remaining treasures and stuffed them to Siran, who didn't know what Qi Ling needed, so he divided more than half of his snacks inventory.

He waved his hand towards Little Yuanzhu, turned his head and prepared to enter the temporarily opened teleportation passage in the hall, but just as he was about to step in, there was a thin call from behind.

He turned around, and the little ball was floating in front of him. After a long silence, he whispered: "Actually, I know."

Siran: "...what?"

"I know, the master is dead, otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed away for so long," Little Yuanzhu's voice was a little low, and her black eyes the size of mung beans looked at the ground, "But I was his weapon spirit. When he has an accident, I can't save him, I can only wait here."

"They all said that the world of comprehension is a place where miracles can happen. I thought, if I wait, will I also encounter miracles?"

In the pure white Lingxian Hall, the little round bead seemed to be integrated with the surrounding space, it gently rubbed Siran's forehead, and said softly: "Thank you, I am really happy during this time. "

Siran was silent for a long time, and slowly revealed a smile. He also stretched out his hand and tapped the little ball: "I am also very happy, thank you."

Little Yuanzhu laughed softly a few times, then her voice became softer, as if she lacked confidence: "Then... well, in this case, can you give me some more of your jerky bird meat?"

Siran: "..."

Little Yuanzhu was awkward but couldn't suppress her inner longing: "I took a peek at your storage bag, and there's still quite a lot, you see, I'll have to eat this for ten years—"

The emotion in Siran's heart immediately dissipated completely. He glanced at the storage bag with great pain, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and simply took out all the remaining storage, and threw it viciously to Xiaoyuan. beads.

Little Yuanzhu gave a cheer and took over.

At the same time, with the huge attraction coming from behind, he suddenly leaned back and fell into the chaotic space channel. After a moment of weightlessness, after a month, he finally stepped on the land of Jianzong again above.

It was at the end of summer at this time, the sky was getting dark, and the large fire clouds dyed the entire Jianzong bright orange. The disciples who came out of the secret area gathered together in twos and threes, and there were constant whispers around.

Si Ran walked forward slowly, walking sideways through the crowd, and before he got out of the range of the cliff jumping holy place, Yun Mo landed in front of him like a parabolic high in the sky.

"I just talked to Elder Qi about something." Yun Mo explained, wrapped Siran's waist very skillfully, took him on the ink sword, and the two flew towards Linguan Peak together.

I don't know how many times I have used the ink sword: "..."

Although there is only a difference between zero and countless times of sword strikes, at this distance, sitting on a little white bird is not bad, isn't it?

Really can't, can we choose a remote corner to get on the car, look at the sword cultivators below, their eyes are going to stare straight, okay?Can you think about the fragile hearts of your brothers and sisters?

The matter of listening to the fairyland soon caused an uproar in the entire cultivation world.

Before the secret realm was over, some monks who had been kicked out halfway spread the news.

Especially among them was the young master of Yexuanzong. After this young master came out, he mobilized most of Yexuanzong's staff, and with an undying perseverance, he had to find out the identity of that green hair.

When the secret realm was completely over and everyone came out, the wonderful mode of Listening to the Immortal Realm suddenly became a hot topic in the entire cultivation world. Wherever you go, you can hear people discussing this matter, including but not limited to The luck of drawing treasures, the battle in the secret realm, and Ye Shaozhu who lost five hundred draws.

During that period of time, the plots of breaking into the secret realm in the storybook also changed, all of which highlighted the unnatural good luck of the protagonist in drawing cards, and the incident of producing five golden treasures in a row, which once stunned everyone, also became a reality. The standard configuration of the protagonist of the story.

"So, Xiaoran designed this thing?"

A charming bamboo table was set up in front of Linguan Peak. Siran and Yanzhi sat face to face. On the table was a cup of clear fruit wine and a small plate of shredded bird meat. , smiled and said: "This kind of secret realm is strange. If it weren't for my age, I would want to go in and play."

The matter of Siran's plan to listen to the fairyland had already been known to the five sword cultivators before, so it was not a secret. Chi was amazed and praised.

Siran gnawed at the dried bird meat in small bites, all his stock was taken away by the little Yuanzhu, and he was greedy for several days, but he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask Yanzhi for it.

Today is also a coincidence, Yun Xinzhi and Yun Mo's master and apprentice have an appointment to go out to fight again... Bah, it's time to learn from each other, and Yanzhi is left alone in Mingxuan Peak to play with fish, she thinks that Si Ran may also be alone in Linguan Peak , brought some fruit wine and snacks, and came to chat with him.

Of course, it is definitely not a rambling chat.

Yanzhi noticed early in the morning that Siran and Yun Mo were both stunned, they both lived on the same peak, and they were divided into two caves, and there was only a layer of wall between the two caves. What?Trying to cover up?

On weekdays, she would come here to have a look when she had nothing to do. Every time she came, Yun Mo was either practicing swordsmanship or on the way to practice swordsmanship. Instead, she became anxious.

How can this work!

Emotional matters need to be cultivated, as the saying goes, love grows after a long time, you are not good at all... No, if you don't get along with each other, won't the two of you become more and more separated?

Yun Mo had no father or mother, and was brought up by Yun Xinzhi since he was a child, and Yun Xinzhi was both a teacher and a father to him.

As for Yanzhi, she also regarded Yun Mo as her own son. When she died and turned into a soul cultivator, Yun Mo was only in her teens, and at such a young age, she already showed a bit of the temperament of being an orphan in the future.

Ten years have passed, and when she came back from the soul world, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Yun Mo actually had a partner, and then found out with worry that the boy's aura of solitary life was not missing at all.

Yanzhi sighed softly, her gentle eyes fell on Si Ran, who bowed her head and sipped her wine. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. She couldn't help showing a smile, put down the wine cup, thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "Little However, it will be Qixi Festival in a short time, have you thought about a gift for Mo'er?"

"Cough-cough-"

Si Ran choked his throat with a sip of wine, turned his head and coughed several times, the corners of his eyes were red from coughing, he took a breath, and asked with wide eyes: "What?"

Yanzhi seriously said: "Gift for Qixi Festival, do you know this Qixi Festival? Even Jianzong, many people have prepared this recently. You don't intend to... huh?"

This "um" is very meaningful.

Si Ran wiped the corners of his mouth, his gaze shifted as if to cover up, and the tips of his ears blushed quietly: "Give, gift? It's not necessary... This festival, tsk, isn't this a mortal's festival, we cultivators, Just, there is no need to celebrate the festival..."

Well, this little guy is still shy.

Yanzhi was secretly smiling inside, but she couldn't see it on the surface, her brows and eyes were still extraordinarily gentle, she rolled her eyes and thought, forget it, after all, she's still young, and it's normal to be shy, so let me give you a push. .

"It's not a holiday, but a birthday," she looked at Siran tenderly, "I don't know how to take care of children. Thinking about all these years, Mo'er has never had a birthday, alas..."

Siran was stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised: "Yun Mo's birthday is actually on Qixi Festival?"

"...Well, that's right, it's indeed on Qixi Festival." Yanzhi took a sip of the fruit wine, "Mo'er doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't usually talk about it with others. One more question... what do you think?"

Siran's mind was full of the four characters of Yun Mo's birthday, and he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I must give you a gift."

He chewed the jerky in his mouth, but his thoughts completely flew to the sky.

What gift should I give?

Sword manual?Gongfa?Elixir?Spirit mine?These are practical enough, and quite suitable for the sword cultivator's personality, but I always feel that something is missing, why don't I give something special?

Ahhh, this is too difficult. He has lived for so many years and has never given anyone a gift. The main reason is that there is no one to give it to. Who can celebrate his birthday in a house that lives alone?Paper man?

But unexpectedly, Yun Mo’s birthday is Qixi Festival, and he has never heard him mention it. Counting the time, it’s only ten days away from Qixi Festival. If Yanzhi didn’t say it, he would definitely miss Yun Mo’s birthday this year .

Yanzhi looked at Siran who was lost in thought, and finally finally let go of her heart slowly, and when she left, she made a cheering gesture in the direction of Linguan Peak.

Mo'er rush!

There is only so much your teacher can do, hurry up and seize this great opportunity!

The birthday gift for Yun Mo really made Siran fall into long meditation.

After Yanzhi left, he thought about it for a long time, but he still had no clue.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yun Mo, who had gone out for a fight, probably wouldn't be able to return today, so he tidied up Linguan Peak, returned to the cave and fell asleep.

The next day he got up early, sat on the little white bird and went out for a walk around to relax, trying to stretch his mind in an open place.

After wandering around for a while, when he returned to Linguan Peak, Siran saw Yun Xinzhi and Yun Mo moving a wooden stool outside and sitting face to face.

Both looked very serious, as if they were having a serious debate.

Si Ran turned over from the little white bird, and when he approached, he saw Yun Xinzhi beckoning to him, saying: "Come on, come on, you came just in time, Mo'er and I are discussing something, you also come to express your opinion ,how?"

Siran pointed to himself: "Me?"

What these two people can discuss is nothing more than practicing the above questions. What kind of opinions can he express as a fencing master who has been certified by the treasure book?

As a result, Yun Mo also nodded: "Alright, since we can't discuss a result for the time being, we might as well listen to other opinions."

Scratching the side of his face, Siran came over slowly, took out a small wooden stool from the storage bag and came out to form a three-person Landlord Fighting formation, and said, "What's the matter?"

Yun Xinzhi cleared his throat, with a very serious expression, and slowly said in a tone like a documentary: "It's like this, seeing that Qixi Festival is coming—"

Tanabata?Tanabata again?

In order to think about Yun Mo's birthday gift these days, Si Ran almost developed a conditioned reflex for the word Qixi.

"—Cough, I want to prepare a Qixi Festival gift for Ah Zhi," Yun Xinzhi said, but he was a little embarrassed when he came. "Although Qixi Festival is a festival celebrated by ordinary people, it is still very meaningful. That I have also heard the story of Qixi Festival, it is very moving, it also makes me feel that there is still a need for Qixi Festival—”

Yun Mo interrupted mercilessly: "Master, let's get down to business."

Yun Xinzhi glared at Yun Mo, and habitually wanted to stroke his beard again. After stroking for a while, he touched his chin: "I told Mo'er about the gift I wanted to give, but he thought it would be better to change it. , we discussed it, and no one was able to convince anyone."

Siran understood, and asked, "What gift are you going to give?"

Yun Xinzhi is full of confidence: "Hammer."

Siran: "..."

For a moment, Siran felt that he had heard wrong: "What?"

"Hammer," Yun Xinzhi repeated, and explained, "Azhi is practicing the whip method, which requires extremely high arm strength. It happens that in Jianzong Mifa Hall, there is a method of using a hammer to exercise one's arm strength. Isn't a pair of hammers perfect!"

Siran: "..."

It sounds right, but when you want to give the hammer, you can't, and you have to give it in time for Qixi Festival, isn't it wrong?

He decided to listen to Yun Mo's opinion: "What about Yun Mo, what do you think?"

Yun Mo shook his head lightly: "I don't think it's right."

Si Ran let go of his heart, and thought, it seems that there are still people who understand in the sword repair.

He has gotten along with Yanzhi quite a lot, and thinks she is a very soft-hearted woman, and she often makes some exquisite and cute gadgets on weekdays, and her makeup, hair and clothes are also carefully matched, no matter how she looks, she doesn't look like... ...would love to receive the hammer on Tanabata.

Yun Xinzhi immediately said "Hey", and looked at Yun Mo: "What's wrong with this pair of pure white hammers?"

"It's still my previous opinion. The material of this hammer is special, white is easy to reflect light, and it is not suitable for long-term practice," Yun Mo said in a deep voice, "Black is better."

Yun Xinzhi argued hard: "A Zhi never wears dark clothes on weekdays, this black color doesn't deserve it at all."

"and many more--"

Siran was stunned for a moment, interrupted quickly, looked at the two people left and right, stared at Yun Mo for a long time, and said in disbelief: "You two have been arguing for so long, I dare say you are not arguing about what gift to give, but arguing What color is the hammer you gave me!?"

The author has something to say: Siran (broken): Yun Mo, I misread you.