Waste wood knows everything

It took Siran a long time to realize that he had become a book.

He has been a human being in the two worlds for so many years. He is used to seeing the scenery with his eyes and listening to the sound with his ears. Suddenly, the way of perceiving the world has changed. He is inevitably a little surprised and even confused for a while——

After all, eyes and ears cannot grow on books.

But the strange thing is that he didn't feel uncomfortable, just like it should be.

At that moment, Siran only felt a comfortable feeling of warmth and coolness pouring out of his body, the visual, auditory and tactile senses disappeared at this moment, his eyes went dark, his ears fell silent, Si Xingfeng's fury mixed with ecstasy Both the face and the exploding roar disappeared.

This made him flustered for a moment.

But in the next second, the world changed.

This is a more bizarre way than a cultivator's way of perceiving the world with spiritual knowledge. Everything around him unfolds in front of his eyes without any dead ends, and he can even see through the barriers to see the hidden reality.

He ignorantly enjoyed this familiar feeling for a moment, and then his brain came back to his senses belatedly, and began to consciously manipulate perception, looking under the pile of clothes, wondering what he was doing. what happened.

He saw a book.

Si Ran thought in a trance, oh, I turned into a book.

a book……

a book! ! ! ? ? ?

Siran's brain——if books have brains, at this moment, he fell into a mess of paste and water, and he stood still for a long time, perfectly cosplaying the appearance of a book, with countless messy thoughts After accumulating to a certain extent, it suddenly exploded.

He shook the cover in extreme horror, and then found even more desperately that this movement was still fucking familiar, but he hadn't shaken it for a long time, and he was a little unskilled, and he looked silly when he shook it.

When people face too many things that challenge common sense, they often choose to put them aside for the time being, and deal with them when their brains are ready.

So Siran was shocked for a long time, but murmured in his mind: "Where is this... Ghost Misty Grass?"

Among the clothes scattered on the ground, there was his storage bag storage ring storage bracelet, and a messenger jade talisman. These all fell to the ground after he became a book, and the ghost grass was always coiled Logically speaking, the one on his wrist should also fall off.

Baoshu's soft voice sounded in his mind. After he became a book, he could talk to Baoshu directly in his mind.

He heard Baoshu say: "Ghost Misty Grass? You picked it up."

The pages of the book froze suddenly, and he opened the cover a little and flicked through the pages, finally found the ghost grass that turned into a red rectangular piece in the very middle.

This long film is only about half the length of Siran, and it is very thin. Fortunately, the color is conspicuous, otherwise it would be impossible to find.

Siran looked at the regular-shaped long film, and felt a little pity in his heart: "How did it become like this? Was it scared by my sudden transformation?"

"Didn't you say that? Bookmark lines are added to male books, but not to female ones," Baoshu dug out old accounts of unknown years and months. You made a bookmark."

After a sudden pause: "...why not the bookmark line?"

Baoshu said, "Maybe it's because the bookmarks are relatively thick?"

Siran: "..."

Siran wanted to go back to a few seconds ago and strangled his love-loving self to death. He looked at the bookmark that the ghost grass had transformed into, and after a long silence, he paused and said: "I am very grateful for its kindness... ..."

After all, he closed the book with a snap, out of sight and out of mind.

"Okay, the ghost grass has become a bookmark." The half of Siran's brain that was used to deal with chaotic things was still a mess, so he paused and asked again, "Where is the root of the five elements? I feel It should also be conscious? I don’t even have a human body now, where did the spirit root go?”

"That," Baoshu said, "if you don't mind the trouble, then open it and look at the bookmarked page."

Siran turned the pages of the book and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Have you seen the thin layer of plastic on the bookmark?" Baoshu said, "This is the root of the Five Elements."

Siran: "...?"

A big question mark appeared on Siran's cover.

"I just communicated with it. His lifelong wish was to be your cover, but you don't seem to need it, so you settled for the next best thing, and switched to being a plastic bookmark," Baoshu sighed, " In fact, it's quite suitable, and the ghost grass seems to be quite satisfied, after all, the plastic packaging can reflect light, so it looks so shiny."

Siran: "..."

Siran closed the page again, vowing that he would not want to see these two guys again for at least three days.

The roar of Si Xingfeng in the secret room and the madness before dying came to an abrupt end with the arrival of Yun Mo.

With Siran's current way of perceiving the world, Yun Mo's whole body seems to be coated with a layer of dreamy light, just like a filter is turned on, just looking at it, Siran Shu's little heart that doesn't know if it still exists is violent jumped up.

The other half of his chaotic brain finally calmed down a bit, and he was able to start dealing with the most critical thing - turning a living person into a book.

"Book," Siran shook the cover, and his tone was full of tranquility before the rain was about to come, "I'll give you a minute to explain what's going on in the world."

They don't even call Shu'er, just call Shu, it seems that this problem is already very serious.

Bao Shu talked about other things: "Book? What book? Now everyone is a book, can you give me some exclusive title?"

Siran snorted coldly: "Okay, son, tell me, what's going on?"

This time the book was omitted, and it was directly called "son".

"This...it's actually quite complicated to say," Siran He ever talked to Baoshu so coldly, Xiao Baoshu's glass heart was about to break, and his tone suddenly felt aggrieved, "Don't be like this, I don't know any more than you..."

When Siran heard Yun Mo calling his name, the black-clothed swordsman's face was a little pale at this time, and the ink sword in his hand was still stained with bright red blood. He frowned and searched in a small secret room own figure.

Siran wanted to respond to him, but couldn't even say a word, so he could only shake the cover, trying to get his attention.

Seeing Yun Mo walking towards the pile of clothes, Si Ran felt relieved, and continued to try to pry out some news from Baoshu's mouth: "Please answer me a question first, what am I doing to protect myself in an emergency, or to protect myself in an emergency? I was originally a book?"

He had to figure out his own racial issues.

Bao Shu said: "Of course it is a book."

A glimmer of hope that rose in Siran's heart was shattered: "We are of the same race? Bookish?"

"It's a bit complicated to say..." Baoshu said honestly, "Actually, I don't know too well."

Si Ran was puzzled: "Didn't you say that you know all the knowledge of the myriad of worlds? Or is it that the level involved this time is relatively high? It's okay, I can just save up my spiritual power... Hey wait, I still have spiritual power This kind of thing?"

Baoshu interrupted his rambling: "Because you don't know about this matter."

Siran was taken aback: "What?"

"All my knowledge comes from you, and you are the only existence that carries the knowledge of thousands of worlds." When Baoshu said this, there was a hint of admiration in his voice, "This is the only thing I know. The ones below, because you also forgot, so I have no way of knowing."

Siran was silent for a long time.

The secret room was also very quiet, only the sound of Yun Mo's barely audible footsteps. He saw Yun Mo squatting down slowly, removing the clothes covering his body with blood-stained fingers. There was a rustling sound.

Siran didn't respond for a long time, Baoshu was a little worried, so he whispered: "You yourself have completely forgotten the knowledge related to your past and your reality, and all I know is only my previous knowledge. That little bit of memory, and a lot of it is forgotten, I don’t know if I have to wait for you to remember it before I can remember—”

Siran said calmly: "Book."

Baoshu: "Huh?"

"You swore before that you never make the difference if you're not a middleman," Siran said through gritted teeth, "You're not a middleman, you obviously packed the goods and sold them back to the original place." factory!"

The past experience came to mind, and suddenly turned over the old account: "What are you talking about with a friendship price! I really believe that you are a friendship price! I, I still feel very touched! I—"

On Siran's cover, countless expressions representing anger flashed across like a gust of wind.

"Hey! I'm innocent!" Baoshu tried to argue, "This knowledge is originally yours, because you forgot everything, so I can only borrow it for you, and you must pay a handling fee for borrowing it! This, this Don't you have to pay, after all, I don't have much money... As for the friendship price, don't you think it's quite interesting... This represents my deep love for you—"

Siran asked: "Then what is the relationship between me and you?"

The treasure book got stuck: "In my few memories, it might be—"

Siran said quietly: "Are you my son?"

Baoshu: "..."

"I will provide you with food, clothing, and a place to live, and even the money will be paid for you," Siran firmly said, "That's right, you are my son, it seems that my title of 'Shuer' is not called. Wrong."

After a while of silence, Bao Shu screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After teasing the treasure book, Siran's mood finally calmed down a bit, but he was still a little tired inside, full of the feeling that the road ahead was long and dark.

He confirmed with Baoshu again that after he became a book, the spiritual power system belonging to humans could not be moved temporarily, and as for the knowledge he carried, it was much easier to use it.

It's just that he doesn't have any memory of how to use this knowledge, so it's better to use Depot Books as a favor.

Siran didn't want to move anymore, he collapsed on the ground, feeling Yun Mo's eyes on his cover, and gradually strange eyes.

He felt strange: "Why does Yun Mo look at me like this? Even if it becomes a book, I'm still a good-looking book, right?"

"Haven't you paid attention to your cover?" Baoshu was still a little angry, "What you think in your heart will be shown on the cover, but you don't control it very well now, the writing is a bit laborious, and you need to practice , This should show something like a pattern, right? The specific pattern is related to your inner thoughts."

After a sudden pause, he immediately concentrated his senses on the cover of his own, and as expected, he saw a bunch of facial expressions flashing back and forth, and immediately froze: "..."

After being frozen for a moment, the facial expressions disappeared without a trace, perfectly corresponding to Si Ran's blank heart.

Yun Mo paused: "Siran?"

Siran doesn't want to talk now, nor does he want to make expressions.

But he had to tell Yun Mo that he was safe, so he twisted out two ghostly characters like "it's me" with great difficulty, each of which was full of sadness.

At this moment, there was a loud voice coming from the big hole leading to the secret room. It seemed that the monks who were controlled by the Nightmare Pillar had finally returned to normal.

Several members of the Jianzong sect led the way, and the young master of the Yexuanzong sect led a group of people behind them. After scanning around the hall to no avail, they rushed into the big cave in a mighty manner.

Siran came back to his senses with a jerk, his current state was unknown, it was better not to show it in front of a crowd of people, he looked around, obviously there was no hiding place in this empty secret room.

So, under Yun Mo's slightly suspicious gaze, the pure white Siran book was turned [-] degrees with a carp straightened out, the spine of the book facing upwards, and the two covers imitating the two legs of a human being, step by step with great difficulty. Moving, turning around, he got in from the hem of Yun Mo's clothes.

Yun Mo: "..."

Baoshu: "..."

Baoshu reminded weakly: "Actually, you can float, just like I did before..."

Siran finally breathed a sigh of relief, and huddled at Yun Mo's feet with peace of mind. Hearing this, his body froze, and his voice was quite stubborn: "I like this, what's wrong! I can't do enough flexibility in the cover. !?"

Baoshu: "..."

Baoshu said: "Yes, of course, you can do whatever you want."

Siran said so, but secretly tried to float up.

At this moment, Yun Mo just got up, and he bumped his head directly into Jianxiu's strong thigh, and then rolled in a particularly unskilled manner, until he rolled to Yun Mo's chest.

Yun Mo was silent for a while, gathered up his clothes, and covered the book tightly.

"It's not easy to float." Si Ran pressed against Yun Mo's heart, and the sound of heartbeats came from close at hand, "You have no entity, so it's convenient to float..."

"When you are in this form, I have a physical body," Baoshu said happily, "When there is no one else, I will float out to show you, the feel of my cover is also quite good!"

Si Ran was puzzled: "You still said that you are not my son. Once I become a book, you even have the entity. Doesn't this rounding mean that I gave you the entity?"

With the efforts of all the people, the barrier that Yun Mo had torn a small hole in the big hole was finally completely broken.

Even though Qi Fengdang rushed in, his eyes swept over the silent Si Xingfeng on the ground, frowned in disgust, and the moment he looked at Yun Mo, his expression changed into concern: "Siran? ?”

Yun Mo moved his lips: "He—"

Seeing Yun Mo, Qi Feng talked about him for a long time, a little anxious: "Him? What's wrong with him?"

The Siran book stuck to his chest moved the cover and shouted silently, don't say it!Keep it secret for a while!

Yun Mo strangely received Siran's brainwaves and said, "He's fine."

Only then did Qi Feng feel relieved, looked left and right, and asked strangely: "What about others?"

Yun Mo didn't speak again.

He is not a person who is good at lying, let alone facing several elders he respects, but he couldn't tell the strange thing that Si Ran turned into a book, so he closed his mouth, looked straight ahead, and looked straight ahead. The deputy leader stubbornly resisted to the end and refused to tell the truth.

Qi Feng also understood the meaning of Yun Mo's words, but Siran was the intellectual responsibility he specially hired for this hunting team. Now that a living person disappeared, he couldn't just let it go like this.

So Qi Feng held back for a long time before asking: "Are you sure he's okay?"

Yun Mo paused, and said, "Safety of life can be guaranteed."

That is, humans are no longer humans for the time being.

"Okay, but you kid, if you really encounter something and need help, just tell us," Qi Feng clicked on Yunmo, but in the end he didn't say anything serious. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of After seeing the pile of clothes on the ground, he was stunned, "This clothes—isn't this coat what Siran is wearing?"

Siran is small in stature, and his clothes are one size smaller than the others in Jianzong.

Qi Feng gasped, and looked at Yun Mo suddenly wrongly: "What happened? Why did you take off your clothes?"

Yun Mo: "..."

This is a bit complicated to explain.

Qi Feng's expression became even more frightened: "Ah? Talk! Difficult, did you do it?"

Yun Mo: "..."

After some difficult explanations, and at the same time Yun Mo's previous character played a big role, the elders of Jianzong reluctantly believed in Yun Mo's innocence.

It can only be said to be reluctant, and a large part of the reason is because... I can't do much in such a short time.

They had already acquiesced in their hearts about the relationship between Yun Mo and Siran. Seeing that Yun Mo knew about Siran's whereabouts but was unwilling to speak out, they realized that something special must be involved, so they didn't ask further.

Ye Xuanzong and the others who rushed in later focused on Si Xingfeng on the ground.

The memory of being controlled by the Nightmare Pillar will not be forgotten, so most of the waking monks need a period of time to cover their faces and shame to digest their emotions, especially Ye Mingming.

He desperately didn't want to admit that the person holding the pillar was him, so his shame quickly turned into deep anger, and Dang even led a group of people to follow the breath of the formation to find the dead culprit.

Thanks to the Pillar of Nightmare, no one except Si Ran, Yun Mo, and Si Xingfeng knew what happened in Qitian Palace, and maybe Gu Ling who finally regained consciousness.

It's just that Gu Ling's body as a puppet has been destroyed. Fortunately, in the end, Yun Mo found an intact soul cage in the corner of the hall, and Gu Ling's pure white soul was floating inside.

At that moment, the Siran book in his arms fell to the ground like a big rock, and a weeping villain appeared on the cover.

It is good that the soul is caged, as long as the soul is still there, there is still room for redemption.

Several people from Jianzong took Yun Xinzhi and left. Yun Xinzhi didn't know what he saw in the Nightmare Illusion Pillar, so he cried so hard that he couldn't even recover after the illusion ended.

They left quickly and covertly, Ye Xuanzong and the others were still smashing against Si Xingfeng's body, when they came back to their senses, the hunting team had rushed back to Jianzong with the people they caught.

This time the action was good for physical exertion, but the most serious thing was mental torture. The Nightmare Pillar was nothing at all, and it brought back painful memories in the hearts of several elders.

So as soon as we returned to Jianzong, everyone scattered and went back and forth to the cave to heal their wounds.

With the Siran book in his heart, Yun Mo walked all the way to Linguan Peak and entered his cave. After all the restrictions were completely placed, he carefully took the book out of his chest and placed it flat on the ground. On the table.

During these few hours on the road, Siran concentrated on practicing the ability to display words on the cover.

It was a bit jerky at first, but maybe it was like what Baoshu said, he was a book, so this ability quickly became handy.

There was silence in the cave, Yun Mo stood quietly in front of the table, he hid all the doubts in his heart, and even looked at Siran Shu with a tenderness.

This is a familiar yet strange feeling, as if in the very distant past, he used to look at the same existence with such eyes.

After a long time, no one broke the peace.

Siran actually has a lot to say, such as the anxiety and panic in his heart, such as the confusion that turned into a book at first, but under such a strange atmosphere, when he met Yun Mo's familiar gaze, he gradually relaxed. down.

The handwriting on the cover was twisted, and what was shown was a perfectly embodying Si Ran's emotions——

"Huh."

Yun Mo's Adam's apple twitched, he stretched out his hand to gently caress the particularly aggrieved Ying on the cover, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

The sentence "what's the matter" is like a switch, instantly turning on Si Ran's chatterbox, and there is a long paragraph of words on the cover.

"I thought time travel was already an incredible thing, but it turned out that I was too young. I never thought that I was not a human! It doesn't matter if I am not a human. It is fine if I am a kitten or a puppy. At least the furry can jump for a while. I can still dance, but I turned out to be just a book, I can only shake the cover and pages, and at most I can only hold a bookmark... Can I still turn back into a human, what should I do in the future? Love is hopeless, and someone likes a book—”

Yun Mo said: "I like it."

The handwriting on the cover stopped abruptly.

Yun Mo gently stroked along the spine of Siran's book with his fingertips.

A kind of gentleness that seemed to go deep into the soul rushed straight to Siran's consciousness. He felt the waves of caress in a daze, as if he had fallen into a big soft quilt. A strange sense of detachment.

He saw Yun Mo straighten his body slightly, his expression was almost a little nervous, and even his voice was a little tense: "I like...books."

At this moment, Siran's consciousness seemed to have passed through the thick fog and soared to the nine heavens. His consciousness was churning, and countless pictures of the past emerged.

It was a fairyland-like pavilion, surrounded by lush trees, and there was the sound of running water. Through this quiet scenery, the picture in front of his eyes suddenly changed, and a large number of gorgeous flowers spread out. Come, there is a young man sitting among the flowers, holding a pure black book in his hand.

There was a man standing behind the boy, and the man's voice came in a deep voice: "Why do you hold this book every day?"

"This book is made from the pages I dropped, I'm holding it, what's wrong?" The boy turned his head, his golden eyes curved, "I quite like it, it's chattering, it's fun. "

The man paused: "Do you like it?"

The stress of this sentence falls on "it".

"I am a book, isn't it normal to like books?" The boy's eyes were full of doubts, "Don't you humans also like humans?"

The man was silent for a while, as if he had prepared himself, and said, "No."

Boy: "What?"

The man leaned slightly, approached the boy's face, and whispered: "I also like...books."

I like you.

A gust of wind blew, and a few white butterflies flew out of the flowers, circled around them a few times, and then flew away. The light fragrance floated from the flowers, lingering around the two of them.

This memory emerged from the mind, with a sense of familiarity that made people cry, and a large thick fog covered it again, and Siran's consciousness fell from the nine heavens and returned to this small cave in the human world .

A lot of unclear handwriting flashed on his cover, and was erased in the next second, and his inner thoughts were as messy as these handwriting.

Baoshu asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Siran didn't respond for a long time. He was immersed in the picture that seemed to be a memory, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The voice of Yunmo from the outside world and the voice of the treasure book in his mind sounded one after another, but it took him a long time before he seemed to return to his body. While talking to the treasure book, he didn't notice it on the cover. The sentence is displayed.

Siran murmured: "So... that's right, Shu'er, you fell from me, isn't it my son if you round it up?"

Baoshu: "..."

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: Son?who?