Waste wood knows everything

This fairy water bead tossed Siran for three full days.

During the past three days, Siran saw that everything was wrong, he wanted to doubt everything he saw, and felt that this was a premonition given to him by the fairy water pearl.

Even Yanzhi sent him a plate of fresh red-winged golden-tailed bird meat for him to eat with Yun Mo. Halfway through the meal, he could look at the bird meat on the chopsticks thoughtfully and mutter something, "Could it be red-winged bird meat?" Revenge of the golden-tailed bird" or something like that.

Yun Mo has always been [-]% patient with Siran, but he has seriously hurt his body and heartbreak after thinking about it. Seeing that Siran can't eat well or sleep well in the past three days, he feels a bit haggard.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and dragged Siran to fight all afternoon——

Specifically, it was he who discussed with Siran for a long time.

Yun Mo took a twig, and Siran carried a small wooden bow. The two practiced against each other all afternoon. They succeeded in tossing Siran to the point of exhaustion. They didn't have the mood to be suspicious anymore. .

He didn't say that he was too tired to fall asleep, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

However, Siran did not sleep very peacefully, his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He has been dreaming.

The scene in the dream was chaotic and treacherous, with countless pictures appearing and disappearing in front of my eyes very quickly, like a fast-forward mime.

He saw the strange mist churning around, the gloomy sky, the mixed and crowded crowd, and in the very familiar but very strange hall, some people were talking and some were crying.

He saw the black chains entangled upwards, with a frightening cold light, a familiar voice echoed in his ears, a bright red jade floating above his head, the red light seemed to penetrate his body with extreme chill. Limbs and bones penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and even the soul was frozen together.

It pierced the heart, and immediately after, a burst of severe pain exploded on the back, as if cutting the skin on the surface of the body with a knife——

Siran woke up suddenly.

He stared blankly at the cave wall above, and after a while wiped off the cold sweat from his head, he suddenly felt chilly all over.

The aftertaste of the nightmare was still there, and before he had time to rejoice that it was just a dream, the area between the shoulder blades and the area where the spinal cord passed through suddenly felt severe pain.

"Um-"

Suddenly, Siran let out a muffled snort, and after being stiff for a moment, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell on the bed, grabbed the quilt and rolled three times in a row, and hit the ground straight.

This pain was much clearer than in the dream, as if someone was slowly peeling off a layer of flesh on his back, exposing the countless nerve endings underneath, and every inch of the nerves spasmed.

He curled up and bit the quilt, his teeth creaked, thinking, no way, he must maintain his image, image!

However, he was soon provoked by the intensifying pain to swear, and let out a short scream.

In the next second, all the pain disappeared.

Siran: "..."

Unfortunately, it's still too early.

With a somewhat dazed expression, he slumped on the floor, his whole body seemed to have been soaked in water, it was wet, and even his fingertips were soft.

Si Ran thought wearily, let's just rest like this, and climb into bed later.

As soon as this idea came to mind, there was a loud noise behind him.

Boom!

It sounded like something was being knocked away abruptly.

Surprised, he quickly turned his head, only to see that the wall that the bed was leaning against, which was also the wall separating him from Yunmo cave, had several sudden cracks, and a few pieces of broken stones fell from the cracks.

In the next second, with another loud bang, a large hole was pierced through the wall, causing countless dust to rise.

Yun Mo on the other side of the cave strode over, walked quickly to Si Ran's side, knelt down and asked, "How are you?"

Siran: "..."

Siran didn't answer his question, but turned his head with a stiff neck, looked at the wall that hadn't survived in its entirety, and fell into silence.

But what did the wall do wrong?

Yun Mo noticed Siran's sweat-drenched hair, and reached out his hand to touch his forehead, and found that although his face was a little pale, he was still in good spirits, so he relaxed a little.

He noticed Si Ran's movements, and followed his gaze: "..."

"Sorry," Yun Mo bent down and hugged Siran, and moved him to sit on the edge of the bed, so as not to rub dust on the ground, "I noticed the movement on your side, in a hurry... this is the fastest way .”

It is really fast, the two caves are separated by this wall, and the straight line distance is less than one meter.

If it wasn't for the restriction, with the ear strength of a cultivator, he might be able to hear it even if he turned over and faced the other side.

Silan grasped an important point in confusion: "Isn't there a ban on my side? How did you notice the movement here?"

Yun Mo didn't change his face: "After advancing to Yuanying, my spiritual sense can penetrate these restrictions. Although Jianzong is safe, there are many accidents on the way of cultivation. I have left a trace of spiritual sense on your side as a warning. , if something special happens, it will remind me."

Siran nodded to express his understanding, rubbed the space between his brows, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There were too many things that happened just now, and his mind was still a little messy, and he finally calmed down a bit until now.

It was at this time that he noticed that Yun Mo's long hair was half wet, and the clothes on his body were not as neat and tidy as usual, but a bit messy, as if they had been wrapped up casually.

Siran asked, "Your hair...?"

Yun Mo stretched out his hand to touch the hair that was still dripping with water, then said after a pause, "I was... trying out your gift just now."

Suran was stunned for a moment, dug out the oolong birthday present from his mind, and asked curiously, "How do you feel?"

"That's right," Yun Mo gave a sentence of encouragement, but his expression looked a little strange, "That's...why does this shower play music?"

Siran blinked his eyes: "Shower audio is [-]-in-[-]. I thought that some people like to listen to music while taking a shower, so I added this function... But I don't seem to have recorded songs into it?"

Things like songs are different from entering text. Siran didn't come up with a trick after working for a long time, so he temporarily put this function on hold.

With spiritual energy in his hands, Yun Mo dried his hair, and sat down next to Siran on the edge of the bed: "When you were trying to record, did you hum and sing a few songs?"

Siran: "..."

Siran felt a little bad: "Yes, but it's not an entry, or I like to hum when I have nothing to do..."

Who doesn't like to hum a little tune when doing things alone?

Yun Mo understood: "The shower has recorded the song you hum."

Siran: "..."

Yun Mo comforted: "Actually, it's not bad, but the ringing sounded in the middle of washing, a little...suddenly."

Siran: "..."

This "suddenly" is used very cleverly and implicitly.

However, this brought no consolation.

Siran's face was full of pain, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in the deep shame of being publicly executed, and the three characters "I'm dead" endlessly circulated in his brain.

He is very self-aware of his musical talent, at best he can only listen, but in this world, what can't be listened to?Even dogs can bark in rhythm.

Yun Mo looked at Si Ran's dazed and particularly aggrieved appearance, the corners of his lips softened a bit, and then asked, "What happened just now?"

After the interruption of this suffocating conversation, Siran's attention was attracted by the shower music, and the horror brought by the nightmare and back pain dissipated a lot.

He sorted out his thoughts, focused on the previous dream and the pain in his back, and specially emphasized that there was no problem, the pain was gone now, it was just that he knocked a little when he rolled out of bed.

However, following Si Ran's narration, Yun Mo's eyebrows were still tightened like a hemp rope.

He raised his hand to touch Siran's back through his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Could this be related to the omen of the fairy water beads?"

Compared with Siran's suspicious premonitions in the past three days, this dream and the unexplained pain in his back are obviously more like the warning of the future from the fairy water beads.

"I only remember so many dreams, and I can't remember any more." After thinking for a while, Siran stretched out his hand and loosened his neckline.

He is only wearing a middle coat now, but modern people's concept of pajamas is that they can be worn downstairs to get a courier to buy groceries, so he didn't think there was anything wrong for a while.

Siran lowered his head and fumbled for the belt of his clothes, and was about to take off his jacket: "That's the only way...how about you help me see if there is something on the back?"

His use of his spiritual knowledge is still very superficial, at most he can only vaguely perceive the external situation.

Yun Mo didn't speak.

Su Ran tugged at the belt of his clothes, there was a knot at some point, and after spending a lot of effort to untie it, he still hadn't received a reply from Yun Mo.

He raised his head strangely: "Yun Mo?"

Yun Mo paused, then nodded slowly.

Just for some reason, his voice seemed a little dry: "Okay."

Siran's skin is very fair, which is the result of a combination of years of not seeing the sun and his own fairness.

Coupled with his small frame and thin stature, Tuoxiu Zhenfu barely has a few muscles, but it is also the kind of thin layer that sticks to the bones, which looks extraordinarily slender.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, with his back facing Yun Mo, lowered his head slightly, and outlined the smooth and graceful lines of his neck.

Yun Mo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze landed on Siran cautiously.

The snow-white skin dazzled him a little, and when his eyes touched the bright red color between the two shoulder blades, he stopped and his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the upper part of Si's back, between the shoulder blades, a bright red pattern grew.

The pattern is not regular, but it doesn't seem to grow randomly, but it has a sense of strangeness. Compared with the snow-white skin, there is an inexplicable sense of beauty that makes people dread.

The entire pattern is small, only half the size of a palm, and it is not sure whether it will continue to spread. The pattern does not look like dye, nor does it look like blood. If you look closely, it seems that there is luster flowing in it.

Yun Mo looked serious, and stretched out his fingertips to touch it, but he paused for a moment before touching it, withdrew his hand, and said, "There is a pattern on your back."

"Patterns?" Siran wondered if this body has a history of tattoos, "I shouldn't, I haven't had any tattoos, what kind of pattern is this?"

"It's not easy to describe," Yun Mo thought for a while, then took out a pen and paper from the storage bag, "I'll draw it for you to see."

He used his spiritual power to lay out a plane, held a brush in his hand, stared at the pattern, and drew according to the direction of the pattern on it, but after the entire pattern was drawn, what appeared on the paper...

"What kind?" Siran turned his head, took the piece of paper in front of Yun Mo and took a look——

I saw a bunch of messy things crooked and twisted on it, it's a compliment to describe it with ghost symbols, and it looks better than this if you sprinkle ink on it and let it walk freely.

Si Ran couldn't accept it, and said sadly: "The pattern on my back is so ugly!?"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo pulled the paper back calmly: "No, this pattern has the effect of disturbing the mind, it is difficult to draw it down, wait a moment, I will see if I can record it with a photo stone."

He took out a picture stone and input spiritual power, a pale white light came out, and Siran's naked and clean back slowly appeared in the picture stone, but the pattern did not appear on it.

Yun Mo frowned: "The picture stone is not good either."

He squeezed the photo stone in the palm of his hand, which only recorded Si and then recalled it. Seeing that there was a short clip in it, he paused, and put it into the depths of the storage bag.

Upon hearing this, Siran immediately sought Baoshu's help: "Shu'er, it's your turn to play, what is this?"

Baoshu is speechless: [It's a bit too much, search engines have to give a keyword, you have to at least let me see what it is, right? 】

"How about this?" Siran pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea, "You use ink pad to trace the pattern on my back, and then print it on a piece of paper, how about it?"

Yun Mo: "..."

Can you do this?

Many lines with special power can disturb the mind. The specific effect is that people will forget it when they see it. Even if they draw on it, what they draw is completely different from the original one——

Of course, it's just different, and it won't have the effect of uglification. The ghostly symbols drawn by Yun Mo are purely due to personal talent.

"You can try it," he paused, and just about to say that there is no ink pad here, he saw Siran throw a box of red ink pad over, took it and opened it, and the grains inside were rough, "This ink pad is too thick, dip a brush into it Can't get up."

Siran suggested: "Then you use your fingers?"

Then both regretted it.

Siran's whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and the sense organs all over his body were concentrated in the small area where the patterns were.

Yun Mo has been practicing swords all year round, and his fingers have a layer of calluses. Every time he traces a pattern, he can bring a tingling tingling feeling.

As for Yun Mo, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he followed the pattern on Si's back in detail.

Cultivators have an extremely keen sense of touch, not to mention areas like fingertips, where every tactile sensation under the fingertips is clearly captured by the mind.

He seemed to have a calm expression and serious eyes, but his breathing stagnated unconsciously.

When the whole pattern was traced, both of them breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

Yun Mo took out a piece of paper, carefully printed the pattern on it, and handed it to Si Ran for a look.

Siran finally saw the true appearance of the lines on his back, he shook the paper, but didn't see why.

After the pattern was printed, although the shape remained unchanged, it lost that sense of strangeness.

"Book," Siran shook the paper in front of his eyes, "here comes the key word, what is it?"

The treasure book is online: [All your spiritual power, plus [-]% of the charging treasure—by the way, your current body can absorb at most [-]% of the spiritual power of the charging treasure every day, too much will be harmful to the body, remember. 】

It's easy to learn bad and hard to learn good, but just said it once, Baoshu clearly remembered Yun Mo's nickname of "power bank".

"Yun Mo," Siran was very obedient whenever he asked for something, and said simply, "give it to me."

Yun Mo froze for a moment, his Adam's apple moved, he lowered his eyelids, and handed over the coat on the bed: "Put on the clothes."

Siran quickly put on his clothes, raised his head and blinked his eyes.

Yun Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then grasped Siran's wrist, and slowly poured spiritual power into it.

After paying [-]% of the spiritual power of the charging treasure plus the spiritual power of his whole body, Baoshu gave a few lines of words extraordinarily stingy.

[The Blood Qi Curse, ancient sorcery, this is the spell part of the Blood Qi Curse, and another part is the blood stone that is necessary for the complete performance of the spell. The spell part should have been revealed when the blood stone is activated, but now The situation is due to the early activation of the Xianshuizhu early warning. 】

Seran frowned: "Blood Qi Curse? Or sorcery? Could it be that someone gave it to him when he was in Qiangu Pavilion?"

The treasure book explained: [No, the Blood Qi Curse requires at least ten years of preparation time, and the event that the fairy water pearl warns will not exceed the next year, which means that this spell was ten years ago, or even longer. already exists in your body. 】

"...Hiss, it shouldn't be. Ten years ago, I was just a little Douding with five spirit roots, so I wouldn't be used by people with this kind of ancient magic." Siran was puzzled, "What is the use of this magic technique?" Shi Zhan? In my impression, there is no earth-shattering and cool scene that happened to me."

Treasure book: [After the preparation stage of the Blood Qi Curse, it only needs simple skin contact, and it is more difficult to judge by means of casting. 】

"Then I won't make any judgments." Siran paused, "I'll just read the answer and forget it, Shuer, who cast this spell on me?"

Baoshu: [You need to save two months of spiritual power, brackets, plus a power bank. 】

"..."

Siran changed the question: "Then what is the use of this curse?"

Baoshu: [You need to save one month's spiritual power, brackets, plus a power bank. 】

"..."

Siran gritted his teeth: "Shu'er, your inflation is a bit severe. The previous Suliu Ancient Mansion only had [-]% of the power of the power bank, but now it only takes a month or two?"

Baoshu: [Dear dear, our judgment on spiritual power needs is extremely complicated here. It involves the popularity and importance of knowledge itself, the power of people involved, the scope of influence, etc. Inflation is impossible. We But conscience search engine. 】

Siran: "..."

There is a blood curse on his body, it still sounds so weird, but Si Ran always feels uneasy.

But this spell clearly involves a wide range, and it takes a month's spiritual power to even ask for the effect. It is obviously too much work to get to the bottom of it.

"Well, let's be straightforward and solve the problem from the root cause." Siran touched his chin, "How do we solve this curse?"

Treasure Book: [Seven days!As long as you have seven days of spiritual power, you still need to bring a power bank with you. If you can’t buy it, you’ll suffer and you won’t be fooled. It’s better to act than to move! 】

Siran directly ignored the other words of the treasure book, thinking that the method of breaking the curse would only take seven days.

But, as long as you know how to understand the curse after seven days, then there is nothing to worry about.

He can even huddle in Jianzong happily and wait for the person who cast a curse on him to show up. Of course, he can slowly accumulate spiritual power, and it would be good to ask the cause and effect of this matter.

Solving problems at the root, he likes.

Si Ran suddenly relaxed, thought for a while, and asked again: "What else can I know for free now? Anyway, I have spent so much spiritual power, so I can talk as much as I can."

Treasure book: [The Blood Qi Curse takes ten years to form, and within these ten years, the distance between the blood stone and the spell cannot exceed one kilometer. Even if the spell is completed, the spell needs to be in close contact with the blood stone every six months For a moment, you can check to see if there is anything you have been carrying with you, the bloodstone must be around you. 】

Something you always carry?

Si Ran frowned and thought, the only thing he has been carrying with him for ten years is...

His beloved storage bag too.

He checked the storage bag over and over again, and poured out all the bits and pieces inside.

Yun Mo, who was still in the cave, had to watch the contents of Siran's mysterious storage bag at close range, including but not limited to various types of chairs, tables, spirit stones so numerous that they blinded all sword repairers' eyes, words, etc. Book……

There is even a bottle of vinegar, who knows why this thing is piled up with Lingshi.

Siran hadn't told Yun Mo about the Blood Qi Curse in detail, but only said that he was looking for a strange stone. It took the two of them a long time to go through all of Siran's inventory, except that he had hidden such a strange stone. Aside from all the messy stuff, there wasn't even a shadow of a bloodstone.

"It shouldn't be," Siran propped his chin, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked down at the storage bag he was playing with in his palm, "Aside from my beloved storage bag, what else would I always carry—"

He suddenly stopped.

"Shu'er," Siran asked, "how big is the bloodstone? What shape is it?"

Treasure book: [The blood stone will be a square stone after being activated by the caster, but before it is activated, it does not have a fixed shape. 】

Siran said slowly: "Then is it possible...in my body?"

Baoshu paused: [You mean, the blood stone may have been put into your body—possibly, the blood stone has no fixed shape, but has a fixed volume, and the meridians in the body are intricate. If it is stretched and put into the meridians, Not impossible. 】

Siran was about to check it with internal vision, and saw a line written in the treasure book: [Your internal vision is useless, as long as your foundation-building spiritual consciousness and blood stone level things, if you really want to hide Get up, you will never find it. 】

Siran: "Then what should we do?"

Baoshu: 【Find a trustworthy person to help you check your body. The cultivation base is at least Nascent Soul, and it is best to have a more delicate control of spiritual consciousness... Power bank is good. 】

During the time when Siran was chatting with Baoshu, Yun Mo sat calmly on the edge of the bed, his eyes fell on Siran.

He has long been used to Siran staring blankly at the void from time to time, and he also likes the feeling of quietly staring at the person in front of him.

The cave was completely silent at this moment, so quiet that even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

Yun Mo tried his best to restore himself to the previous state of peace and tranquility in his heart, but every time there was a sound of clothes rubbing against Siran, he was instantly disrupted.

calm.

Yun Mo told himself so.

He silently recited the sword formula in his heart, one word at a time, one sentence at a time. After reading it, he changed it to another, and when he finished reading it, he read it backwards. Gradually, his heartbeat finally slowed down.

Yun Mo exhaled lightly.

"Yunmo."

Siran withdrew his gaze from the void, turned his head, spread his crossed legs and moved closer, his eyes blinked obediently, and he knew at a glance that he was looking for something.

Yun Mo asked, "What's the matter?"

Siran pointed to himself: "Can you check my body?"

Yun Mo: "..."

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