Waste wood knows everything

Venerable Qianting has been in the cultivation world for thousands of years, and he controls such a huge power as Qianguting. He has never seen anyone or encountered anything. This behavior of clearly asking for money with a clearly marked price——

He really met for the first time.

People in the comprehension world more or less have a sense of aloofness that they claim to be different from people in the secular world. Simply put, they are the burden of idols as cultivators.

In the minds of most people, cultivation means transcending everything in the mundane world, and one must behave with a little fairy air.

An action like Siran's, who basically didn't consider his image and only wanted Lingshi, really stunned Qian Yan for a moment.

He was a little dumbfounded, for the first time he had the feeling that his identity as the Venerable Qianting was not as important as Lingshi, but he was not annoyed, but waved his hand lightly, after cutting off the sight of other monks except Jianzong, He raised his hand and took out a faint blue bead.

"This is a celestial water bead, a natural treasure born at the junction of extreme cold and extreme heat." Qian Yan owned three inches above the palm of Qianyan's palm, and there was a celestial water bead floating with a cold light. "In terms of value, this bead is no less For an eighth-level spiritual weapon, what is the reward?"

The natural treasure is really extraordinary, just take it out for a moment, the surrounding spiritual power has a hint of boiling because of it, the spiritual power of fire and water is slowly twisting and entangled on it, turning into a red and blue strange sight.

Siran immediately asked Baoshu: "Shu'er, what is the use of this thing?"

Treasure book: [This fairy water bead is a one-time early-warning treasure. Because it is naturally nourished and implies the way of heaven, it contains a trace of time law, which can peep into the future. People will be integrated into their bodies, giving them a prophecy about the future. 】

Seran paused: "Foretell? How to give a foreshadowing?"

Baoshu: [Well, it’s more mysterious. Some are dreams, some are giving premonitions, and some are briefly stimulating important things in advance to help people discover them in advance. 】

Siran felt that this treasure was not worth the money. Not only was it a one-time consumable, but it also sounded like a metaphysical item.

He looked at the celestial water beads with a particularly tangled look, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "...that, can it be converted into spirit stones?"

Qian Yan: "..."

Qian Yan's expression was blank for a moment.

Siran mustered up his courage and was about to make Xiaozhi use his emotion to reason, but unexpectedly, Qi Feng and Elder Yu who were beside him pulled him over.

Elder Yu lowered his voice and said, "What kind of Lingshi is discounted! This thing is definitely useful to you, so put it away quickly, don't think about Lingshi for everything!"

Qi Feng also persuaded: "There are so many fairy water beads that people can't meet. It is said that Venerable Bingxia peeped into the sky with it and escaped a catastrophe. You can't buy this thing with flower spirit stones. Take it well , maybe it will come in handy anytime!"

The words are very reasonable, but Siran still feels that this kind of thing that can only be used once by one person is not as useful as Lingshi.

Seeing that there was still hesitation on his face, Elder Yu immediately patted his chest and said, "You don't have to worry about Lingshi, Jianzong is rich now!"

Siran: "..."

This is just a 20-year-old pill, why did you become like this?

You look at Jianzong's financial statement and say it again?

However, since Qi Feng and Elder Yu have said so, it is estimated that this fairy water pearl cannot be converted into a spirit stone.

Siran rubbed his nose, walked up to Qian Yan again, his gaze wandered: "That... what's your problem?"

Qian Yan shook his head helplessly, with a half-smile: "Aren't you going to discount it?"

"Discount? How can it be discounted?" Siran said righteously, "Spiritual stones can measure such precious treasures as fairy water beads? Spiritual stones have a price, but treasures are priceless. Of course, treasures are more important." .”

Qian Yan: "..."

This kid is really a wonderful flower.

"Okay, then, according to your idea, if you can answer my doubts, this fairy water pearl will belong to you," Qian Yan nodded slightly, raised his hand and set a smaller barrier on his side, separating Si Ran and He was separated in it, "Some details of this issue are relatively secret, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to know."

Siran nodded in understanding.

But he paused, turned his head a little strangely, glanced at Yun Mo who was also trapped in the barrier, blinked his eyes, and thought, why was Yun Mo also trapped in the barrier?

Before he could open his mouth, Qian Yan smiled and teased, "Don't worry, I understand this."

Siran: "..."

No, what do you understand?

After all, this question was just like his several questions, and he couldn't wait for a result.

within the boundary.

Qian Yan let out a sigh of relief, his eyes became far away, as if he was remembering something, and after a while, he said softly: "I have been having a dream for the past 1000 years..."

"This dream appeared over and over again. At first it was just a few fragments. After waking up, I couldn't recall much... But as time passed, the dream became more and more clear. Even when I was awake, I often Emerging from my mind, even if I deliberately block my thoughts, I still can't stop this dream from repeating."

He closed his eyes: "The dream of a cultivator often has a special meaning. I have been looking for someone who is good at guessing the secrets of heaven, but I have not gotten any answers. The secrets of the sky are blocked and everything is foggy. This dream is in my heart." The memory is getting thicker and thicker, and it even... interferes with my practice."

After listening to Qian Yan's narration, Siran's expression gradually became strange.

This... what kind of problem is this?

The treasure book is considerate: [Dear, here is the full version of Duke Zhou's Interpretation of Dreams for free. 】

"Duke Zhou's dream interpretation can also be used in the realm of comprehension?" Siran felt speechless, "Wait a minute, since Qian Yan said it's a problem, he definitely didn't ask me to interpret dreams... By the way, can you interpret dreams?"

Baoshu: 【It depends on whether it is a dream or not. Let me tell you, high-level monks rarely have simple dreams, so there must be something wrong with it. 】

Qian Yan paused for a moment, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the center of his brow, showing a trace of fatigue: "I want to know what my dream is trying to tell me..."

Siran asked, "What did you dream about?"

Qian Yan lowered his eyelids, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I dreamed of a pure white place, which seemed to look like a palace, and there was a...bead floating in the air, talking to me, it called my master .”

Siran: "..."

Wait, why does this sound familiar...

"Most of the time, the dream is in this pure white hall, but sometimes, it is in a forest, a lake, or a grassland. The bead is always by my side. In the dream, I seem to be with This bead has a very good relationship, and we roamed the world together, continuously, continuously and repeatedly."

Qian Yan's eyes were soft, with a look of nostalgia: "I heard that I named that bead Yuanzhu, the fate of fate, the Zhu of Zhusha... This is the part of my memory that is clearest in this dream."

Siran: "...!"

"Small Yuanzhu!?" Siran had a deep memory of the strange name of Xiaoyuanzhu, and Dang even blurted out, "Is it a white bead with two big black spots of mung beans on it?"

Qian Yan gasped for breath, his pupils shrunk, he subconsciously took a step forward, stopped abruptly, and said calmly, "You...you know? What is that? Why do I keep dreaming about this? "

His sense of composure all the time collapsed in an instant because of Siran's words, like a drowning man finally catching driftwood. If it wasn't for the inherent caution and restraint that forcibly framed his movements, Qian Yan might He had already strode forward, grabbing Siran and questioning him.

Siran raised his hand, palm forward, to signal Qian Yan to calm down: "Honor Qian Ting, wait a moment, there are some things I need to confirm."

Qian Yan stood quietly on the spot, with a head of gray hair hanging in front of him, some of which fell in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes, calmed down, and nodded slightly.

Siran heaved a sigh of relief, he turned around, and glanced at Yun Mo halfway, but Yun Mo accurately caught his gaze, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to charge it?"

Siran: "...No need."

He didn't expect Yun Mo to adapt so quickly, he waved his hand, turned his back and chatted with Baoshu in his mind.

"So what's going on here?" Siran tried to think about it with his little head, "From Qian Yan's narration, the perspective of his dream should be the owner of Little Yuanzhu, is it possible that the owner of Little Yuanzhu is not dead?

Treasure book: [Falling is definitely falling, but in this world, very few things can completely disappear. 】

[Yuanzhu's master is an ancient immortal who devoted himself to the realm of cultivation, and his own soul belongs to the realm of immortality. This action caused him to die in the realm of cultivation, and the realm of cultivation would not care about him, and the realm of immortality would not cross the realm of law enforcement. After his death , the soul has no chance of being reincarnated again, so it is called falling. 】

Si Ran seems to understand, he is quite curious about things in the fairy world, but now is obviously not the time to worry about it: "Then what is the relationship between Qian Yan and the owner of Little Yuanzhu?"

Baoshu: [Any relationship is possible. 】

Siran: "...can you speak humanly?"

Baoshu had to make his font bigger: [Simply speaking, it is a soul that shattered and turned into countless fragments. Most of the fragments dissipated completely, and only a few fragments were integrated into the souls of others. So what is the relationship between this person and this soul? 】

Siran: "..."

It really could be anything.

[If you want to say that Qian Yan just obtained the memory of the original owner of the little round bead, that's okay, after all, some memories are carried in the soul. 】

Baoshu typed quickly: [You want to say that Qianyan and the original owner of Little Yuanzhu are the same person, that's actually fine.The soul has the ability to complement itself, not to mention the fact that the soul in the fairy world is extremely corrosive. Qian Yan's soul may have been infected before he was born. Until a thousand years ago, the original owner's soul was completely different from his original soul. Fusion, this reminded him of those things. 】

The treasure book slowly displayed a line of small characters: [And those memories, for the original owner of the little ball, are so important that they need to be carried by the soul. 】

[The reason why Qianyan was troubled by dreams was driven by the remaining consciousness in the soul of the original owner of Little Yuanzhu. Even if there were only remaining fragments left, he still wanted to return to the listening fairyland he had created with his own hands. 】

Baoshu sighed: 【If you want to solve Qianyan's problem, you only need to go to Lingxian Realm. Even if his strength is too high now and he can't get in through the normal way, just staying at the entrance of the secret realm for a while is enough. 】

Sir was silent for a moment.

He sighed softly, and asked: "I want to know, is this Qianyan the master that Little Yuanzhu has been waiting for?"

When he left, Little Yuanzhu was still saying that the cultivation world was a place full of miracles, and she was willing to wait until the miracles appeared.

So now, has it waited for its own miracle?

The treasure book paused for a while before continuing to display the handwriting: [It must not be completely alone, but today's Qianyan is already the only existence in this world that has a connection with the owner of the little ball. 】

Treasure book: [The newborn soul does not have any consciousness, the broken soul of the owner of the little ball is attracted by it, merges with it, and changes it, until now, the two are interdependent, regardless of each other, which is an extremely rare thing in itself. And strange things, you can also think of it as a miracle that almost never happens, but does exist. 】

Thinking of Xiao Yuanzhu's chattering and cheerful appearance around him, Si Ran was a little distressed: "Do you think Xiao Yuanzhu would want Qianyan to find it?"

Baoshu suggested: [I know what you are worried about. In fact, the initiative is completely in the hands of Xiao Yuanzhu. The aura of the original owner in Qianyan's soul is very strong. He must have never been to Listening Fairyland. As long as he has been, Xiao Yuanzhu will definitely can recognize. 】

[So, it is entirely possible for Qianyan to just stand at the entrance of the Lingxian Realm. If Xiao Yuanzhu thinks he is the master, he will take the initiative to inhale him into the Lingxian Realm. wonderland. 】

Siran touched his chin: "It makes sense."

[Besides, regarding the matter of Qian Yan, even if you pass this village, there will be no shop here,] Baoshu said slowly, [There are many strange people in the cultivation world, what if someone succeeds in sealing the part of Qian Yan's soul that belongs to the owner of the little ball Memory, that little round bead probably won't be able to wait for its owner again in this life. 】

This sentence completely interrupted Siran's inner hesitation.

He turned around and looked at Qian Yan.

The person in front of him is the boss who controls the Qiangu Pavilion. The boss seems a little impatient now, but for the sake of Xiao Yuanzhu, he still asked a few more words: "Honor Qianting, if you know who Yuanzhu is, Knowing the meaning of those dreams, what would you do?"

It seems that because of the hope that the long-standing fog finally dissipated, Qian Yan seemed a little more approachable: "I think... I will go to find it. This wish has been hovering in my mind, and I can't let it go. Unforgettable."

"Have you ever heard of Listening Wonderland?" After getting the answer he wanted, he asked, "Why haven't you been there?"

Qian Yan paused, as if he had a premonition: "Why do you know that I have never been here?"

Listening Fairyland is an extremely popular secret place, and most of the monks below the Nascent Soul stage have been there.

But Qian Yan was different. He was trained in a special way since he was a child, and he never stepped out of the family circle. When he was able to get rid of the family and become a party of his own, he had already surpassed the cultivation level of listening to the fairyland.

"Lingxianjing is an immortal weapon, and Yuanzhu is the spirit of listening fairyland," Siran looked at Qian Yan's slightly moving eyes, and said slowly, "Back then, the master of listening fairyland fell, and the immortal artifact lost its owner. , Gradually declined, Yuan Zhu shouldered the responsibility of maintaining the fairy artifact alone, waiting for the return of the master in the listening fairyland..."

In this small enchantment, Siran's tone was calm, and he didn't deliberately stir up any emotions.

However, as he narrated without a trace of emotion, whether it was from his inner feelings or the remnants of the original owner's emotions, the eyes of Qian Yan in front of him unconsciously blushed.

"I don't know how to define the relationship between you and Master Yuanzhu, but no matter what, the final decision is still in the hands of Xiaoyuanzhu." Siran scratched the side of his face, "I naturally hope it able to find his master, but everything—"

Everything is possible.

Qian Yan was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I see."

His gaze seemed to fall somewhere far away, and through the limitation of space, he saw the pure white hall and the countless beautiful scenery in Lingxian territory, and saw the growth of the ignorant Qi Ling little by little.

He smiled slightly, and this time his tone was much more sincere: "Thank you...Thank you very much."

Siran has never been very comfortable with this kind of scene: "No, it's nothing, everyone is just a pure money transaction... Ahem, I didn't mean that, but—"

"It's okay, I understand." Qian Yan raised his hand, and the faint blue fairy water beads emerged from his palm again, and then slowly floated in front of Siran.

Siran stretched out two fingers and pinched the bead in front of him, feeling cold to the touch, he asked, "How do I use this?"

Qian Yan explained: "You don't need to use it deliberately, as long as enough important things happen in the near future, it will automatically integrate into your body—"

Before the words finished, the celestial water bead that Siran was holding flashed coldly, and instantly turned into a stream of light and flew into the center of Siran's eyebrows.

"—Just like it is now." Qian Yan added the second half of the sentence.

"It seems that this reward is very timely." He looked at Siran's face from white to black to green with great interest, and reminded him intimately, "I have used fairy water beads before, and these fairy water beads are very important for the future." Foreshadowings of events are often hidden in your fleeting thoughts, so pay attention to the events around you, of course, there is also a rare possibility that it will trigger abnormalities that should exist in the future in advance."

Qian Yan's voice was exceptionally peaceful: "In any case, pay attention to the fleeting premonition in your mind."

Be aware of fleeting premonitions in your mind.

hunch.

After leaving the Qiangu Pavilion, these words were played back and forth in Siran's mind like a single song.

Immediately, the high-efficiency behavior of Xianshuizhu, who couldn't wait for it, immediately came in handy, immediately brought a strong and lingering sense of anxiety to Siran.

It's like someone telling you that something big is going to happen to you in a few days, but instead of saying what's going to happen, just repeating it - pay attention to your hunches.

God damn premonition.

This mysterious premonition made Siran look at everything with extra suspicion.

On the way back to Jianzong, Siran sat in the flying spirit weapon, looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, suddenly turned his head and said in panic: "I just seemed to have a premonition... Will this flying spirit weapon one day Will it crash halfway?"

Yun Mo tried to comfort him: "It's nothing, even if the spirit boat falls, with the physique of a cultivator, it won't die."

After disembarking the flying spirit weapon, several people walked into the sword sect. Looking at the gravel falling from the mountain, they immediately became vigilant: "I just seemed to have a premonition... Will it rain someday, which mountain mudslide will blow you away?" Am I buried?"

Yun Mo was very patient: "It's okay, even if the whole mountain is smashed down, it's not difficult to split the mountain."

On the Linguan Peak, watching the newly moved ants on the ground happily crawling under the big tree, Si Ran suddenly took a deep breath: "I seemed to have a premonition just now... will it be possible before? The green-headed ants who were killed by me have prepared a big move and want to come back for revenge?"

Yun Mo gradually became helpless: "Nothing, no matter how powerful the green-headed ant is, it is only a first-order spirit beast. Its foundation is here, and it will not pose much threat."

Walking through the open space in front of the Linguan Peak Gate, and was about to enter the cave, Su Ran froze again, and just as he turned his head to speak, Yun Mo pressed his shoulders and turned him around.

The two faced each other, Yun Mo's hand on his shoulder slowly moved up, fixed Si Ran's little head that was moving back and forth, forcing him to look at her.

Yun Mo's eyes darkened, and he lowered his voice: "Then... you look at me, do you have any premonition?"

Siran raised his head in a daze, his expression gradually relaxed, it was already late at night, the moonlight was very good tonight, Linguan Peak was covered with silvery white, and a ray of moonlight shone on his eyelashes, casting a deep shadow on his eyelashes. shadows.

Yun Mo's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and his heartbeat tended to speed up. He was about to speak, but Su Ran suddenly took a breath, stepped back several steps, and said in surprise: "I just... I seemed to have a premonition just now... ...I always feel that in the future I will be as poor as a sword cultivator, wow!"

Yun Mo: "..."

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: I can't comfort you anymore.