Waste wood knows everything

On Linguan Peak, Yanzhi's words caused great repercussions.

Si Ran, who was floating quietly at the entrance of the cave, was like a kitten slipping under his feet. He flapped the pages of the book in horror and fell back into the cave, hitting the ground with a slap.

As for Yun Mo, who was facing Yanzhi directly, a crack appeared uncontrollably on his calm and calm face.

Senior Yan, what are you thinking! ?

Si Ran was lying on the cold ground of the cave in a trance, and his brain, which was deeply poisoned by various modern cultures, was completely uncontrollably churning with all kinds of hey hey pictures because of Yanzhi's words, and the pure white cover sprang up a little bit. Red, the whole book is a little hot.

In the end, he really couldn't stand his mind, turned over with difficulty, and began to close himself face to face with the ground.

Outside, Yun Mo resisted the heat rising from his neck, and said the words "I didn't... imprison Siran" with great difficulty, and won Yanzhi's full face with his upright eyes and good character in the past. Dubious.

He explained a few more intermittently, until finally Yanzhi reluctantly believed it, and left Linguan Peak step by step.

Yun Mo stood outside, blowing the cool autumn wind for a while before entering the cave, and saw Siran throwing his cover face down on the ground when he entered the cave.

Although the cultivation world has dust removal techniques, the ground of this cave is not very dirty, but after all, it is a place where you walk around with your feet every day.

Yun Mo knew that Siran was still a bit obsessed with cleanliness. Seeing him so disregarding his appearance, he squatted down and touched the spine of the book lightly with his fingertips, but felt that the temperature from his fingertips was a little high, so he hurriedly asked: " What's wrong?"

Do books also have a fever?

Too much friction?

Si Ran managed to suppress the hey hey content in his head, turned over again, and said to Yun Mo with the serene expression on the cover: "It's okay."

Yun Mo gently picked up the Siran book, subconsciously brushed the almost non-existent dust on it with the palm of his hand, walked slowly to the depths of the cave, and just moved to the stool and sat down, he felt the cover under the palm of his hand. The temperature is higher.

He moved his palm away and saw that the pure white cover was about to turn pink, and various pictures flashed across it, so fast that Yun Mo couldn't see it clearly, but this did not affect his worry: "The temperature is higher. What's wrong?"

With great difficulty, Siran pressed a bunch of unsightly images on the cover, and tried to be serious: "Overthinking, my brain is a bit overloaded... I'm thinking about how to become a human."

Yun Mo touched Siran's book again with his fingertips, and felt the temperature drop again, so he said: "In the future, it's better to take it easy, don't be too anxious."

Don't be in a hurry, if you don't quickly transform back into a human form, Yun Mo's innocence and reputation will really be gone forever!

Si Ran finally broke free from his mind full of waste, and the whole book cooled down rapidly, with question marks of various sizes appearing on the cover, perfectly presenting the current situation in Si Ran's mind.

He has been comprehending for half a month, and the only gain is probably that he sleeps a lot longer, and he feels refreshed every day. As for how to become a human, he has no clue at all.

This is probably similar to the bewildered mood of a scumbag who copied too many answers when he went to the examination room.

Siran is very self-aware and puts self-perception aside, and only tries it as a routine sleep routine before going to bed every day. He thinks about it for a while, and feels that the best way in this situation is to ask someone who has experienced it.

"I'm thinking, maybe I can ask the transformed spirit beast monster clan? Hear their experience?" Si Ran floated up, and made his cover face Yun Mo so that he could see it, "The monster clan may It is more difficult to find, but how about the spirit beast——Dust Deep Valley? I remember that the ruler of Dust Deep Valley is the hidden bee clan that has transformed into form."

Dustglen is a special place, in every sense of the word.

Yun Mo didn't know what he thought of, and he was a little dazed, but he quickly came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay, then let's go now."

After finishing speaking, he directly opened the skirt of his clothes, put the Siran book on his chest, then closed his clothes, walked out of the cave in three or two steps, stepped on the ink sword, and flew into the air with a swish.

In less than a few breaths, Yun Mo went out of Jianzong's range and flew straight towards Dust Valley.

It was just a proposal, and Si Ran was ready for the whole process of slow discussion, friendly discussion, fierce competition and final decision: "...???"

Can he say this for 1 minute?

Why is this person... the book is already in the air?

Is the action efficiency of your sword cultivators too high?

Yujian's speed is much faster than the flying spirit weapon. The last time they went to Dust Valley, it took them half a day. Now, within an hour, the mountains surrounding Dust Valley appeared in front of them.

Yun Mo landed in front of Chen Yougu's gate, and after showing his identity as Jianzong as usual, he walked up the familiar path.

It's already autumn, and although there are many evergreen trees in the realm of comprehension, the plants planted in Dust Valley will change their shapes and colors with the seasons due to the aesthetics of the current owner of Dust Valley.

Just like now, there are large areas of orange on both sides of the mountain road, which looks very appetizing.

Suddenly looking around, he saw many trees wrapped in red decorations with a sharp eye. The more he went up, the more he went up until the end of the road. A scene adorned with floral satin.

The eaves of each building were hung with scarlet silk, bright red flowers were hung on the door, among the orange bushes, various red decorations were dotted among them, and the flowers in the flower garden were all replaced by All kinds of red, even those connected mushroom houses have turned into bright red poisonous mushrooms.

This is too festive, is there any festival in Dust Valley recently?

Siran, who was deceived by the honey festival, vigilantly stretched out a small corner of the cover, and at this moment, a person came bumping from a distance.

Yun Mo looked down at Siran who appeared furtively, and gently pushed him back.

"You...you are Mo Yun real person, right? But what news does Jianzong need to convey to Dust Yougu?" The person who came was a fat middle-aged man with a pair of round mouse ears, "My name is Qian Wen, the owner of the valley has noticed that you are coming, and specially asked me to entertain you."

Yun Mo went straight to the point: "Jianzong is fine, but I have some questions and want to ask Hidden Valley Master, where is Valley Master now?"

"Master Gu?" Qian Wen laughed and almost lost sight of his eyes, "It's not a coincidence, look around, there is a big event in the valley recently! Master Gu is getting married!"

Like many people in Dust Valley, Qian Wen has a deep sense of belonging to Dust Valley, which is a place for all mixed blood to live. He thought that this sword cultivator would inquire about the marriage of the valley owner, and then he said You can show off this matter that has stirred up the entire Dust Valley with great pride and carefulness——

In the end, Yun Mo just said "hmm", and said calmly, "Then when will we see the owner of the valley?"

Qian Wen: "..."

Qian Wen was a bit unwilling, just about to speak, but paused slightly, the small round ears on her head moved, as if she was listening to someone speaking.

After a while, he smiled and said: "The owner of the valley just told me, let me take you to the wedding ceremony, the wedding will be at dusk today, and the owner of the valley will be free tomorrow afternoon, why don't you-- "

Yun Mo said indifferently: "There is no need to go to the scene, I will find a place to rest for a day, and come back tomorrow."

"The owner of the valley also said that the wedding ceremonies of their hidden bee clan can bring good luck," Qian Wen said with a smile, "I heard that every time the guests who participate, the subsequent love affairs are very smooth!"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo stepped forward: "Then go and have a look."

For the monks in the realm of comprehension, the concept of getting married is the same as the grand ceremony of Taoism. What monks pay attention to is to form a Taoist couple, but Chenyougu seems to prefer the customs of mortals. Looking at the surrounding decorations, they are all from the mortal world. Purchased on purpose.

Qian Wen led Yun Mo all the way forward, even if Yun Mo didn't ask, he talked happily by himself, fully satisfying Si Ran's desire to gossip.

Following Qian Wen's twittering, Si Ran also learned that one of the married couple is naturally the owner of Dust Valley, Yinhua, and the other is not unusual, but Yinhua's lover from thousands of years ago who was found with great difficulty— — Shiqi.

Siran couldn't help sighing, these two people are so fast, it's only been half a year, and they are actually married!

Yin Hua didn't disclose Shi Qi's identity to the outside world, fearing that it would attract the attention of relevant people back then, but only said that he had taken a fancy to a good-looking half-breed outside, and snatched him into the valley of superfluous dust.

When Yun Mo arrived at the scene, the wedding ceremony in the hall had already started, many people came, almost all the half-bloods from the entire Dust Valley gathered here, more than ten long tables were lined up, all of which were filled with various delicacies and spirit fruits.

Outsiders who enter the Dust Valley must conceal their aura. Yun Mo has been here once, and he is very familiar with it the second time. When he was at the door, he caught a glimpse of the familiar big box, took a small chicken mouth and tied it on the ink sword. .

It's just that although the aura was imitated, his demeanor was still a bit out of place. Without Siran as a buffer, when he came, many half-bloods quietly sat a little farther away.

Yun Mo didn't care, he found the nearest seat and sat down. He was just going through the motions because of Qian Wen's words. The Yinfeng clan is an ancient relic, and their abilities are unique. What if this wedding ceremony can really... What about good luck?

In front of the table covered with bright red satin, besides the food, there was also a small bottle of wine. Yun Mo only wanted to sit until the wedding was over and leave, but Qian Wen next to him said again: "Don't you want to try this Qingguo wine?"

Yun Mo said calmly, "I don't drink alcohol."

"This Qingguo wine is a special product of our Dust Valley. It is brewed by a special method, and the dew condensed on the Yuanshu is added to it." Qian Wen looked like a TV salesman, "Do you know Yuanshu? That is the fruit of the fruit. The best tree for marriage! The owner of the valley deliberately took out this clear fruit wine that has been brewed for ten years. If you drink this clear fruit wine at this wedding ceremony, hey, it is definitely a sign that you can get married next year!"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo's complexion did not change, but his hand firmly touched the porcelain white wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, paused, and drank it down in one gulp.

Basically no half-breeds dared to approach the place where he was sitting, so no one touched the whole bottle of Qingguo Wine except Yun Mo. He drank it all by himself.

Qian Wen tactfully left while Yun Mo was drinking, and went to chat with other people. Before leaving, he gave him a token, which was used to temporarily stay in Dust Valley, and the house was still the mushroom house before. .

Yun Mo put down his wine glass, stood up calmly, turned [-] degrees, then [-] degrees, paused for a moment to think about the direction, and then walked steadily towards the mushroom house.

Although he looked calm, without any blush on his face, and his steps were steady, Si Ran realized from the small movement of turning ninety degrees and then thirty degrees just now——

Yun Mo was drunk.

Siran: "..."

Siran developed a deep respect for this Qingguo wine. You must know that monks can use spiritual power to remove the alcohol in the wine. Unless some special ingredients are used and the spirit wine has been aged for a long time, it will produce an intoxicating effect.

Baoshu giggled: "This Qingguo wine is special. You've heard from Qianwen that Yuanshu is not an ordinary spiritual thing. The dew on it also contains a trace of sap. For those who love you People, the stronger the emotion, the better the effect of this Qingguo wine. In the past, many people who couldn't love each other used Qingguo wine to relieve their worries."

Siran: "..."

Baoshu smiled hehehe: "Look at Yun Mo's drunken appearance, I have a bold idea——"

"Don't think about it," said Siran in a muffled voice, "Hold on!"

Baoshu: "..."

Baoshu snorted: "If you don't talk about it, don't talk about it. When you lose your hair again—leave the pages, and make another book, maybe I can also fall in love."

The furnishings in the mushroom house are almost exactly the same as when they came before.

Yun Mo entered the room steadily, stared at the dimly lit room for a moment, and then, as if the slow-running computer had finally started, walked slowly to the mushroom table and stood still.

He stood extremely straight, and put his hands neatly against the sides of his body. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the mushroom table, as if he was thinking about something.

Si Ranhe had seen Yun Mo like this before, and thought it was a novelty, so he slipped open his skirt and floated out, swaying in front of Yun Mo.

Yun Mo's lowered gaze slowly moved to the book in mid-air, and he read it steadily for a long time, so long that he wanted to push him to go to sleep and wake up to sober up, so he said slowly: "It looks good."

Siran: "..."

Suddenly, the temperature rose by ten degrees.

Yun Mo stretched out his hands, took the Siran book whose temperature was still rising, and placed him flat on the mushroom table.

Siran's mind is like boiling water, and the gurgling is full of pink bubbles. This time, Yun Mo put it away, and there is a feeling of lying in peace in his heart.

With a sense of anticipation that he didn't know what it was, he watched Yun Mo let go of his fingers pinching his cover, touched the storage bag on his waist, and took out——

A neatly cut, pressed flat sheet of... paper.

This is not ordinary paper, it seems to be made by a special method. There are thin golden threads on the silvery white paper. The moment it was taken out, it overflowed with aura.

Yun Mo took Siran over, put it on the paper, took out a brush, and tapped the position on the silver-white paper a few times.

After collecting several necessary sizes, he gently put Siran aside, dragged a mushroom stool to sit down, and began to concentrate on making the book cover seriously.

Siran: "..."

Siran: "...???"

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