Waste wood knows everything

What is even more unbelievable is that after hearing his shocked question, Yun Mo and Yun Xinzhi cast serious and puzzled eyes without knowing where the problem was.

Yun Xinzhi is quite confident: "Isn't the color of the hammer important? I even asked someone to learn from it, saying that many female nuns have high requirements for color."

Yun Mo was extraordinarily calm: "Master likes all kinds of color combinations on weekdays, and it must be the same with weapons."

After all, the two people looked at each other and nodded slightly, as if they had reached a long-lost consensus on this topic.

Siran: "..."

Very well, these two people didn't realize the crux of the problem at all.

He originally tried to reverse the two people's correct understanding of the Qixi Festival gift, but after thinking about it, it is not long before the Qixi Festival, and it may not be too late to exchange gifts. This pair of hammers can be regarded as a piece of Venerable Xinyun Mind, to make Jianxiu notice the existence of Qixi Festival is already red rain in the sky——

Thinking about it this way, he could only help from another angle.

While Si Ran was thinking about what to say, Yun Xinzhi and Yun Mo over there began to argue in a deep voice, which sounded like two big golden retrievers barking at each other.

After some arguments to no avail, Yun Xinzhi immediately turned to look at the foreign aid: "Siran, what do you think?"

The foreign aid Siran was not ready to stand in line. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise solution: "How about a hammer with white and a hammer with black? It would be a good match, isn't it popular now to be asymmetrical? I remember Senior Yan." The bracelets I wore some time ago were two different colors."

This muddy plan quickly won the unanimous consent of Yun Xinzhi and Yun Mo.

Of course, there is still a large part of the factor. If the debate continues, it may not be possible to reach a result when it gets dark.

Seeing that Yun Xinzhi seemed to be letting go of a huge stone in his heart, he was ready to leave with ease and joy, Si Ran took a step forward and politely said: "Honest Yun, regarding this gift... Actually, I have a little suggestion. "

Yun Xinzhi stopped in his tracks: "What suggestion?"

"You—" Siran took a step back, and his gaze stayed for a moment on Yun Xinzhi's forehead and the back of his head, which are particularly suitable for being hammered, "Do you have any physical training? How is your physical fitness?"

"Physical training? There is a little bit of experience, it's just enough to get started." Yun Xinzhi said modestly, the physical fitness of sword cultivators is quite good, after all, they basically don't use other defensive spiritual weapons except for a sword.

"That...it's like this. Senior Yan uses whips a lot on weekdays. Even if the handle of a hammer weapon has a special design, it is easy to scratch the palm of the hand. What's more, this hammer is heavy, and it is easy to get injured if it goes wrong during practice," Si said. Then racked his brains to lay out a bunch of very convincing reasons, and then slowly revealed the real purpose.

Siran: "Why don't you add some healing ointment to the gift?"

"Ointment?" Yun Xinzhi thought for a while, and felt that this statement was quite reasonable. He nodded, "Yes, it should be used together, thank you for reminding me."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly left with Yu Jian.

Standing on Linguan Peak, with the breeze blowing, Siran looked at Yun Xinzhi's back from a distance, thinking, as a temporary staff officer, there is only so much I can do.

I hope this little healing ointment will not come in handy on Venerable Xinyun in the end...

With such sincere wishes, he turned his head and prepared to walk into the cave. After taking a few steps, he saw a line of words floating out of the treasure book in doubt: [However, the hammer is also accompanied by a bottle of wound medicine. Doesn't she imply that Yanzhi doesn't need to keep her hand, even if she fights? 】

Siran: "..."

Yun Mo noticed Siran's footsteps that stopped suddenly and his body stiffened suddenly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Siran closed his eyes in pain: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Yun Mo: "...?"

Yun Xinzhi's Qixi Festival gift was settled, as for what will happen after that, this is not within the scope of consideration.

The most troublesome thing now is that Siran is planning to give Yun Mo a birthday present, but he still has no idea.

This question is simple and simple, there are countless martial arts and martial arts in the treasure book, just copy one of them.

If he thinks that the level of martial arts that can be obtained during the foundation building period is too low, he still has the high-level swordsmanship that he copied after the Yin title made him suddenly rich last time, which is definitely more than enough to be used as a gift.

Not to mention the treasures that Xiao Yuanzhu packed for him before he left. He found a few spirit mines and artifacts and tied them with a bow, which was practical and beautiful.

But for some subtle psychological activity, Siran lay on the luxurious big bed in the cave, looked at the gray-white cave wall at the top, and thought to himself, he didn't really want to give these things away.

He wanted to give something special.

Siran turned over and faced the side wall, staring at the subtle rock textures in a daze. The whole cave was silent, and he could even hear his own heartbeat gradually increasing.

Since Yanzhi gave him a new complete luxury bed last time, he changed the position of the furniture in his cave, and put the bed against the side wall of the cave. The cave in the desert.

Siran exhaled lightly, stretched out his fingertips and poked the wall, and asked Baoshu: "Didn't you claim to have mastered countless knowledge? Can you give me some advice?"

Baoshu: [Aren't you embarrassing the book?Do you think I have experience with this? 】

Siran encouraged: "Isn't this brainstorming? You can help to think about it too. Look at this...in this world, are there any secrets and tricks for giving gifts? If it really doesn't work, you can look through it and see if there are any." There are related plots in novels and TV dramas, please refer to them.”

Baoshu: [Okay, let me read a novel... Well, how about making a loving dinner? 】

"Negative," Siran lazily glanced at the text in front of him, "Barbecue and boiled meat are already the pinnacle of my culinary skills, not to mention that I have eaten so many meals from Senior Yan during this period, and my appetite has long been cultivated." Tricky, no, no, no."

Baoshu: [Then...a hand-woven scarf, hat and sweater? 】

Si Ran imagined the scene of a cultivator wearing a scarf, a hat and a woolen sweater, and trembled: "No, no, no, most people in the cultivation world don't suffer from cold and heat, and wearing too much will affect their activities, so you can't have some... creative?"

[This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you want to give? ] Baoshu flipped the page and decided to make a big move, 【Let me take another look, um, this one is definitely creative! 】

Si Ran raised his eyes: "What?"

Baoshu: [Packing yourself up and sending it over is both innovative and of special value. Different people send it differently...]

The further you get to the back, the smaller the characters are, and the darker Siran's face is. Until the end, Baoshu glanced at Siran's red and black face, and silently erased the following line of words.

Siran said coldly: "Don't even think about it!"

Baoshu couldn't be bothered: [Then just prescribe the right medicine and give gifts to people. Aren't those sword cultivators most afraid of empty storage bags? You can just do what you like and send a full storage bag! 】

Storage bags full?

Si Ran turned over and sat up, and seriously criticized the several unreasonable suggestions put forward by Baoshu: "Do you know how much space is in your storage bag? Unless I buy a basket of hay and stuff it in, otherwise I will I’m not satisfied with everything I’ve spent.”

Baoshu almost didn't get over his anger, and angrily left the line "Will you give it away?", then closed the page with a snap, ignoring people.

Si Ran sat cross-legged on the bed for a while.

He scratched his hair and straightened his clothes, went out and rented a little white bird that had recently lost weight, circled back and forth in the midair of Jianzong for a while, and blocked Liu Sirui who had just finished sword practice in the sword training ground with sharp eyes.

Sword cultivators are a group, and each individual in this group must have something in common in their preferences. Si Ran decided to find other sword cultivators to find out their preferences for gifts.

"Do you want to give me a gift?" Liu Sirui's eyes lit up immediately, "I don't ask too much, just give me something—"

"No, what I mean is, if someone wants to give you a gift, what do you want?" Siran emphasized the word "if", ruthlessly interrupting Liu Sirui's fantasy.

Liu Sirui froze for a moment, but said his fantasy without giving up: "I don't ask much, just give me some spirit stones."

Siran knew he would hear this answer: "Can you be a little artistic?"

"Artistic?" Liu Sirui pondered for a while, "How about this, I want to receive a bouquet of flowers, the more flowers the better, the best ones are those with smaller petals and larger receptacles..."

flower?

Siran was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jianxiu to be so romantic——

"Then, put a high-quality spirit stone on the receptacle of each flower. It's best. If there are leaves, put a piece on each leaf. Isn't it very artistic-hey, Si Ran , don't go! I haven't finished yet!"

Siran turned around and sat on the little white bird, decisively changing the next target.

It was also a coincidence that when he was passing by the entrance of Zhongshi Hall, he happened to run into Xie Rongqing who came out of it, and after a few words of greeting, he asked, "If someone wants to give a gift to Sword Cultivator, would you like it?" What did you get?"

Unexpectedly, Xie Rongqing narrowed her eyes: "Huh? A gift? Who is it for?"

Siran scratched the side of his face: "This is not important..."

"It's nothing special recently. Let me think about it—Qixi Festival?" Xie Rongqing got to the point as soon as he said it, rolled his eyes, leaned over and lowered his voice, "A Qixi Festival gift for Yun Mo?"

"No!" Siran quickly denied.

It's not a Tanabata gift, it's a birthday gift!

Xie Rongqing's expression immediately became serious, and countless complex emotions flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it directly, after struggling for a long time, he pulled Siran aside, and looked left and right.

After confirming that no one was there, he said earnestly: "Who else can I give this Qixi Festival gift to Yun Mo? Sir, it's not me who said it, but Yun Mo looks a little cold, a little stunned, a little unreasonable, and usually fine. I also like to fight and kill. I don’t know how many junior sisters’ hearts I have hurt. I can’t do anything but fight...but——

After a long speech, Xie Rongqing breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Siran on the shoulder: "He is actually a good man, and it is not easy for the two of you to be together. This man, you have to learn to cherish the present, and you can't be good--hey, Si Ran But don't run away! I haven't finished talking yet!"

Different people, same ending.

Siran fled once again sitting on the little white bird, his heart was extremely depressed, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​learning from his peers - none of these people was normal.

He blew the cold wind in mid-air for a while, and he returned to Linguan Peak after the heat from climbing up had dissipated from his face at some point. He brought out a small wooden bench and sat under the big tree looking at the sky.

Gift, gift, what kind of gift?

At the end of summer, the weather is not as hot as before, but occasionally it will still be hot for a few days. Although practitioners are not afraid of cold and heat, they will still sweat if they move a little bit more.

The same is true for Siran. He has tried to practice bowing earlier and cooler, and he still sweats all over the body every day. He is not used to bathing in a wooden bucket. Long, and the consumption of talisman is not small.

Siran rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the burning heat around him for a moment, and suddenly said: "I know what to give!"

Bao Shu had originally made up his mind to absolutely ignore people within three days, but he still couldn't hold back and popped out: [What to give? 】

"Do you still remember the fully automatic suspended shower I designed before?" Siran confidently pulled out his design drawings from the storage bag and admired them, "It just so happened that the little balls were packed. Give me a lot of refining materials, this shower is only a third-level spiritual weapon according to the design, go down the mountain to find a beginner refining master, and it can be completed in less than three days!"

Treasure Book: […]

The treasure book is confused: [Chinese Valentine's Day... no, as a birthday present, you give me a... shower? 】

"How is it? Isn't it very practical and innovative, and also very special, unique in this world!" Siran became more and more satisfied as he thought about it, and Dang even distributed a part of the spiritual mine according to the blueprint, and went straight to the refinery at the foot of the mountain. Qitang Branch.

He sighed while running: "As expected, it's better to be close than to rely on people. I can't stop this inspiration once it shines. Hey Shuer, Shuer? Why are you silent? Are you reflecting on those unreliable suggestions before yourself?"

Siran's figure drifted away like the wind, he held spirit stones and refining materials in his hand, he walked resolutely and paid the money quickly, and within an hour, he arrived at the branch of the refining hall to find the refining master, asked to check the drawings and pay a deposit For a series of things such as the agreed date, the execution ability can be called full marks.

Along the way, the precious book was exceptionally silent. Of course, it could not be reflecting, but fell into deep, deep doubts.

shower?

It's not much better than a hammer, is it?

Where did you get the courage to think that Yun Xin's gift selection was not good?

The authorities who are obsessed with bystanders can still use this place?

Within three days, Siran's customized shower head was completed.

The craftsman in charge of crafting seldom saw such a strange design, and asked about the function specifically. After learning that it was used for bathing, he looked at the back of Siran's high-level cassock leaving satisfied, and shook his head and sighed. There are a lot of rich fools.

There are still two or three days before Qixi Festival, and Siran took a little effort to pack the shower well, biting the tip of the pen and scrapping a stack of paper, wrote a barely satisfied happy birthday note and stuffed it in.

He found a wooden box to install the shower, and tied a very exaggerated bow on the outside, which was a special knot given by Baoshu.

Seeing that Siran was very satisfied with his gift, and the more he looked at it, Baoshu silently closed the page and decided not to come out until the end of Qixi Festival.

Tanabata day.

This year's Qixi Festival is after the beginning of autumn, but the weather is still hot, it is rare to get up early in the morning, take a look at the gifts that have been placed on the bedside for two or three days, pick them up, stuff them in the storage bag, and run happily out.

At this time, according to Yun Mo's schedule, the morning exercise should not be over yet.

Siran couldn't keep things in his mind, the gift was a bit hot in his storage bag, he planned to block Yun Mo who would come back from morning exercise, and rush to give the gift out.

As a result, as soon as he left the gate of the cave, he was quite frightened by a dark figure standing in front of the gate.

"Yun Mo?" Siran clutched his heart and took a step back, looking at Yun Mo standing there like a door god, a little surprised, "Didn't you go to morning exercise?"

Yun Mo glanced at the short hair on the top of Siran's head, the corners of his mouth softened, and said softly, "I have something to do today."

Something?

It's strange, something can interrupt Yun Mo's schedule, it seems that it must be some serious event.

Siran was thinking about what could happen recently, his hanging fingers were gently grabbing the hem of his clothes, his eyes were wandering around, and he looked obviously wandering.

"You got up very early today," Yun Mo's voice interrupted his wandering thoughts, "Is there something wrong?"

Get up early?

Yun Mo will also pay attention to him... When did he wake up every day?

Si Ran thought a little more without paying attention, just like finding the end of a ball of wool, he could pull out the whole ball along one thread, and a hot air climbed to the back of his neck inexplicably, his mind was a little confused, and he said vaguely: " Ah, getting up early...it's quite early, I wake up earlier, in fact, there's nothing wrong, just..."

The treasure book couldn't bear it anymore, it left the customs early, and a large line of red letters reminded: [Gift!Gift!Aren't you here to give a gift? 】

Only then did Siran come back to his senses, remembering his business, and hurriedly took out the packaged shower from the storage bag.

After several days of repeated repackaging and knotting, the shower head is now packed in a wooden box wrapped in light blue satin, with patterns embroidered on it, and the knots are extraordinarily fancy.

He was inexplicably dissatisfied with this version of the packaging, but unfortunately he had already taken it out in front of the Lord, so he had to hand it over: "This is for you."

Yun Mo was startled: "Send me?"

He didn't expect this to be the case at all. The boy in front of him obviously just woke up, his hair was not straightened out, and a few hairs were raised on the top of his head. As the boy spoke, these few hairs also shook back and forth.

The roots of Siran's ears are a little reddish, and it seems to be an illusion when you look closely. He is holding a blue box the size of two palms, his eyes are a little dodgy, and his head is drooping thirty degrees, as if he is shrinking in his own shell to observe the outside world. Like a little turtle.

"That's right, a birthday gift," said Siran, who was giving someone a gift for the first time. He was very uncomfortable with this kind of occasion, and every sentence he said was extremely awkward. "Senior Yan told me that today is your birthday. After thinking about it, let’s give it a gift, just...well, I designed a drawing of a shower, the kind used for bathing, ah, you should know—”

Si Ran recalled that when Yun Mo once possessed Dagua, he also took a bath, so he didn't continue to explain what the shower is, and came to the conclusion: "It's almost like this...cough."

Yun Mo's eyelashes trembled, he stretched out his hands, and slowly took the gift.

He looked at the extraordinarily fancy knot on the top, but obviously put a lot of thought into it, as if the tip of his heart was lightly brushed by a feather, a fine and dense itching sensation spread to his limbs, and with the backflow of blood, Gathered in the heart again.

He raised his eyes, looked at Siran's slightly raised mouth, and suddenly said: "But, today is not my birthday."

Si Ran stared at the newly moved ants on the ground, then raised his head in astonishment: "What?"

Yun Mo looked at him, and said slowly: "My birthday is unknown. When I was young, I mostly celebrated the Spring Festival together. Later, when I grew up, this birthday is a random day in the first month. Although the time is not fixed, it is still the same as Qixi Festival. It's some distance away."

Siran: "..."

This, what is going on here! ?

At this moment, countless pictures flashed across his mind, including the scene where Yanzhi told him "I know everything about you and Moer", plus the corner of Yanzhi's mouth when he mentioned Yunmo's birthday. Ruouowu's smile, and Xie Rongqing's doubts when recalling who needs to be given gifts recently... All kinds of clues are strung together at this moment——

Si Ran gasped, and explained in a panic, "I'm sorry... I, I made a mistake."

Yun Mo's voice was low, he looked at the wooden box in his hand, and seemed to be asking seriously: "Then, do you still want to give me this gift?"

All the presents have been taken out and delivered to the person concerned, how can he refuse to give them because of this oolong?

It was extremely difficult for Siran to say every word: "...Send, it was originally made for you, when will it be given away—"

Yun Mo suddenly asked, "What kind of gift is that?"

Siran was taken aback: "What?"

Yun Mo looked extraordinarily serious at this time. He moved a few steps closer, and his tall figure almost enveloped Siran. With such a distance, the pressure doubled: "Since today is not my birthday, then this is my birthday. What is the gift for?"

Siran: "..."

No, isn't the logic a bit unclear?

Si Ran felt that it was difficult enough for him, but Yun Mo made it even more difficult for him. He choked out a few words: "Then I, I will take it back first, and wait for your birthday—"

Yun Mo said, "Today is Qixi Festival, can this... be a Qixi Festival gift?"

Siran froze.

He raised his head to look at Yun Mo, and at this time Yun Mo was also looking down at him, their eyes met, and for a moment, they both stopped in place.

In Siran's impression, Yun Mo rarely showed obvious emotions, and his eyes were always calm or indifferent. However, at this time, he was like a volcano flowing with magma, with a scorching heat in his eyes that could not be ignored. Just a little touch, it seems to be able to burn people to death.

Siran subconsciously looked away, he felt that he should deny it, but that subtle and strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart, crushing the thought of denial instantly, he said: "...Yes, yes, that, I -"

Siran really couldn't bear such a weird atmosphere, there was a voice in his heart urging him to run away quickly, he hurriedly walked to the side, but Yun Mo stopped him, grabbed his shoulders, and pressed him firmly in place.

Yun Mo stared into his eyes: "Then do you know what Qixi Festival means?"

Tanabata?What can Qixi Festival mean?

The loving young couple was brutally blocked by the feudal patriarch, artificially opened up the Milky Way to create a miracle, and the magpie built a bridge to illegally squeeze the animal employees——

Si Ran's mind was in confusion, Yun Mo whispered "Look at me", he looked up subconsciously, touched the pair of eyes that seemed to be suppressing something, unconsciously held his breath, and his throat felt dry for a while.

Yun Mo seemed calm, but the fingertips pressing on Siran's shoulders turned blue and white due to the force, and the veins in his arms and neck emerged one by one. Looking at him from the angle of the backlight, every inch of his facial contours was exceptionally clear, and the frequency of his breathing Speed ​​up a little bit.

"I..." Yun Mo's voice was a little hoarse, he closed his eyes, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be boiling, the blood flow accelerated, and the whole back of his neck was filled with heat, "I—"

A violent wave suddenly exploded!

Yun Mo froze, he realized that the boiling of spiritual power was not an illusion, but a fact.

At this moment, his whole body's spiritual power rioted, hitting the meridians all over his body like waves, and every inch of the meridians was aching because of the excessive spiritual power.

Not only the spiritual energy in the body, but also the entire Lingguan Peak became active, several spiritual energy vortexes rolled up in the midair, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and in the sky, black clouds of black color slowly condensed.

Si Ran suddenly came back to his senses: "Yun Mo, you—"

Yun Mo took a deep breath, trying to suppress the riot of spiritual power in his body, the complexity in his heart could not be described in words.

He knows that some opportunities are fleeting, and once such a good time today is missed, it will be even more difficult to say it.

Yun Mo whispered: "No rush, I have something to say, I—"

Boom!

A thunderbolt struck straight above his head!

"What's the rush! You're about to advance! Isn't it urgent? I'll talk about it later!" Siran was a little panicked. He had never experienced such a thing before, so he lowered his head and turned over the storage bag.

"What should I do to prepare for the advanced Nascent Soul? Do I need pills? What about defensive spirit weapons? Do I need to bring a lightning rod? Should I notify the elders?"

Siran looked up: "How do you feel? Are you ready? Is this advancement too sudden?"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo took a deep breath, looked at the sky thunder above his head that was ready to strike at any time, after a long while, he exhaled slowly, and said, "It's okay, I'm ready."

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: I want to thunder.