Waste wood knows everything

Siran felt that his sacrifice was too great.

It was by selling misery and pretending to be weak that Gu Ling was dug out from the dilapidated cabin.

Just like that, the dug out Gu Ling was still a Gu Ling with an unhappy face written all over his face. He pulled his face, frowned, walked around the house casually, stuffed something in the storage bag, even if it was Packed and left.

As for Siran, he has nothing to clean up, the original Sanpo is just a machine without emotion, and the room he lives in is just a wooden bed, which is so simple that it is suffocating.

Even Xie Rongqing was shocked by Si Ran's bare room.

Xie Rongqing couldn't help asking: "Could it be that you are following... the rumored route of penance?"

There is a group of people in the world of comprehension, who believe that physical pain will bring about spiritual sublimation. They focus on sharpening themselves and abandon all enjoyment. It is even more exaggerated than the sword cultivator who does not pay attention to the enjoyment of daily life. It is often a stone bench in a stone cave, which is regarded as a residence.

Siran's expression was complicated: "Have you ever seen an ascetic with my cultivation level?"

Xie Rongqing choked on Si Ran's skillful self-deprecation: "No."

Siran said: "Actually, I took the poverty line that is rumored to be able to save as much as possible."

Xie Rongqing: "..."

Xie Rongqing thought about Siran's storage utensils full of spirit stones, and said quietly: "Are you poor?"

Siran calculated the training resources needed for his hard-working Wulinggen cultivation base, and sighed: "It counts."

Xie Rongqing subconsciously pinched the storage bag at her waist, feeling that she had been hurt.

What can I use to save you, poor sword repairer.

In the end, Siran grabbed his hair and walked around the house a few times before putting away the wooden bed that had carried him for more than ten years as a souvenir.

When he was about to leave, he was still excitedly thinking about whether he could try the rumored Sword Cultivator's unique sword flying, and saw Yun Mo summon a huge boat-shaped flying spirit weapon.

His excitement gradually dissipated into the air as he stepped into the flying spirit weapon step by step.

To be honest, this flying weapon is pretty good. The quality is extraordinary at first glance. The interior is spacious, the flight process is smooth, and the speed is hard to judge, but it should not be slow. It can be regarded as the top grade of flying weapons.

But... he still couldn't forget Yu Jian's flight.

As soon as he entered the flying spirit weapon, Gu Ling found a corner and began to meditate with his legs crossed. Yun Mo was at the front and controlled the operation of the entire spirit weapon, while Xie Rongqing was leaning against the window with his eyes empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

Siran felt a little regretful: "I thought I could build a Shunfeng sword, and follow your sword masters to try the feeling of flying with a sword."

Xie Rongqing's eyes were strange: "Do you want to... use the sword of the sword cultivator?"

Siran felt that this statement was also very strange: "Maybe, almost?"

Xie Rongqing stroked the hilt of the sword at her waist, with a half-smile: "Let's put it this way, there is a rule of Jianzong, the sword of this sword cultivator, besides himself, is only—"

Siran asked, "Only?"

Xie Rongqing: "Only my own wife can go up there."

Siran's originally excited expression turned calm in an instant: "Oh."

He immediately stepped back a few steps, squatting at the window of the flying spirit weapon, watching the scenery passing by outside earnestly, and seemed to be very curious about the clouds in midair.

Xie Rongqing: "..."

Xie Rongqing had a subtle feeling of being rejected.

Siran squatted for a while, and mourned for a moment because he could not experience Yujian flying in his life.

After all, he doesn't have the willpower to be a swordsman, and he can't get a swordsman to take him to ride the Shunfeng Sword, so he can only be greedy for his eyes, and reality for reality.

Speaking of reality, since he first came to this world until now, he has been too busy to communicate with Baoshu, and now he has finally found a space to think about it carefully, is there any way to improve his cultivation qualifications.

Doesn't this precious book claim to possess infinite knowledge?

Siran also meditated with his legs crossed, but he couldn't help it, his legs became numb after squatting for a long time.

In fact, his legs became numb even after sitting cross-legged for a long time. If he wasn't in this flying artifact, he would have preferred to lie down.

Siran closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness immersed in the illusory sea of ​​consciousness.

At the forefront of the flying spirit weapon, Yun Mo stared at the boundless land below with calm eyes.

His spiritual consciousness has always enveloped the entire flying spiritual weapon, especially on Si Ran's body. The spiritual consciousness belonging to Yun Mo is like air, and has never moved away.

For Yun Mo, Siran is his object of protection.

The object of protection is as weak as a rabbit. If you don't pay attention to it all the time, if something happens, with Siran's cultivation, you will be injured or even die if you are not careful.

Yun Mo's thoughts are pure and direct.

Now that Jianzong got the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill in exchange, he will try his best to protect Siran from any harm in the next 100 years.

In Siran's sea of ​​consciousness, a pure black treasure book quietly floats in it.

"No matter how many times I feel it, this kind of space that exists in my mind is still amazing." Siran sighed in his mind.

Although the aptitude of this body is worrying, the three souls have practiced hard enough in the past ten years, and they have already developed the memory of the body.

As soon as he sat down cross-legged and calmed his thoughts, the dantian began to work slowly, absorbing the five attributes of the outside world slowly and with difficulty.

The subtle warm current flowing through the meridians feels quite wonderful.

It's just that the speed is worthy of the word... slow.

"Shu'er," said suddenly, "come on, give me a squeak."

Treasure Book: […]

Six large bright red dots run across the entire page.

Siran's mood immediately improved: "Shu'er, do you have any method to increase the speed of Wulinggen cultivation?"

The treasure book turned a page: [Yes, many. 】

Siran thought, very good, stable.

Before he could speak, Bao Shu displayed again: [But it's useless to you. 】

Siran: "...?"

Siran slowly made a question mark.

He looked at the line of words on the page, and didn't ask why, but fell into deep thought.

After a while, Siran asked: "Another question, what is my spiritual root?"

Baoshu seemed to be very excited and flapped the pages: [Blind students!You finally found Huadian!You are not Wulinggen! 】

"Don't discriminate against Wulinggen," Siran reminded sincerely, "and, isn't the torment you have suffered in the modern world too deep?"

Baoshu: [... Boom. 】

"The word 嘤 is not cute when it is written," said Seran indifferently, "Since you know that I am not a five spirit root, why didn't you say it before?"

Baoshu: [You didn't ask. 】

Siran: "I didn't ask you to stop talking?"

Baoshu: [Otherwise? 】

if not?

There is great confusion hidden in the small question marks.

Seeing that Siran hadn't moved for a long time, a line of small characters appeared in the treasure book: [My authority is also limited, huh. 】

Siran was silent for a long time before recalling: "I remember a few hours ago, when we first met..."

"Your painting style is not like this."

"At that time, although it was immature, it was not a sand sculpture. Although it was a bit pretentious, it at least did not lose its composure."

Si Ran vicissitudes: "Tell me, what exactly happened to ruin you like this."

Treasure Book: […]

Ellipses of various sizes and colors appeared on the treasure book, densely written on a page, just like pairs of small confused eyes, staring at Siran, the culprit.

Siran, who was still a little anxious, suddenly became a little happier.

"Okay, answer my previous question," Siran moved the topic back, "What is my spiritual root?"

The ellipsis on the treasure book instantly cleared: [Five Elements Spiritual Root (not activated). 】

"Huh?" Siran looked at Wuxing Linggen, which is different from Wulinggen, and became a little interested. "It sounds good, is there anything special about it?"

Treasure Book: [The Five Elements Spiritual Root (not activated) is no different from the Five Spiritual Root. 】

"..." Siran stared at the three big characters "not activated", "tell me, how to activate."

A line of words flashed across the treasure book: [Chenghui's spiritual power is [-]%. 】

Siran: "..."

At this time, Siran finally remembered that this book is still a big eater of spiritual energy.

Baoshu claims to be able to provide any knowledge that matches Siran's realm, but Siran is currently only in the Qi refining period, and knowledge beyond the realm of cultivation needs to be obtained by providing spiritual power.

The supply of spiritual power can be given in batches and can be accumulated, which means that even if Si Ran spends his whole life in the refining period, he can also be like a hamster hoarding food, giving some spiritual power every day, slowly accumulating, and then he will be able to know the world on... all things.

Then again, the definition of "knowledge consistent with the realm" is too vague. The initial introduction of the first-level spiritual mine and spiritual plant is in line with the cultivation level of the Qi refining period, and the knowledge of fireworks manufacturing in the modern world can also be provided.

Afterwards, in terms of introductions about Yun Mo and Xie Rongqing, it seemed that only a few lines were provided, and when it came to the eighth-level elixir, the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, there was only one name and the level of the elixir.

The so-called relationship between knowledge and realm is not very clearly defined.

But Siran doesn't care about that either.

But, the activation method of a five-element spiritual root only needs [-]% of the spiritual power of the poor six-level Qi Refining, which is still very cheap!

Siran agreed.

The warm current in the body quickly flows towards the brain, as if sinking into a bottomless pit. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the flowing spiritual power is absorbed by the precious book, and a stream of light streaks across the pure black cover, even the pages are bright a bit.

The treasure book that is full of food and drink is extremely efficient: [The activation method of the five-element spiritual root requires a special method to absorb the spiritual objects of the five-element attributes. There is no special requirement for the level of the spiritual object. The higher the level, the higher the activation degree, and the activation degree can be accumulated. 】

Siran immediately grasped the key words: "No level requirement? Is the first-level Leihuo Mine considered a spiritual object?"

Treasure book: [Thunder Fire Mine, a first-order fire attribute spirit. 】

If all of this is counted, there are too many spiritual objects for him to use, not counting high-level spiritual objects, at least those below the fourth level can be purchased with spiritual stones, and the price is not high.

Siran was suddenly full of hope for the future: "How many spiritual roots can be activated after absorbing a first-level spiritual thing like Leihuo Mine?"

Treasure book: [A single absorption of a first-order spiritual object can provide 0.001% activation, and the cumulative upper limit is 0.1%. 】

Siran: "..."

There is no hope for the future.

Yun Mo, who has been quietly paying attention to Siran, keenly captured Siran's moment of excitement and moment of depression.

Can you... be so emotionally changeable during cultivation?

Very lively.

Naturally, Siran doesn't know Yun Mo's inner thoughts

He was lost for a moment because of his arduous and long journey of spiritual root activation, and then went to play with the treasure book, and his mood gradually returned to calm.

In the following time, he was immersed in his own sea of ​​knowledge, like a hundred thousand whys, absorbing all kinds of conventional, rare and even all kinds of knowledge that had been lost in the cultivation world from the treasure book.

After the flying spirit weapon stopped, he stood up and pinched his tingling calf.

Outside the window is a huge and magnificent city, with golden formation runes engraved on the gray city wall. Just by looking at it, one can feel the boundless majesty coming from above.

Siran let out a "huh": "Isn't this Jianzong?"

Xie Rongqing on the side was just about to explain, when he heard Siran muttering: "Don't you all say that Jianzong is poor? This city looks a bit too luxurious..."

Xie Rongqing: "..."

Yun Mo: "..."

The author has something to say: Jianzong: The wind review was murdered -_-.