Waste wood knows everything

Si Ran stared dumbfounded at Yun Mo's hands not shaking at all in such a drunken situation, sharp gold-type spiritual power condensed from his fingertips, and neatly cut the silver-white paper along the marks, neatly, It seems that he has been practicing for a long time, maybe it is the skill he took the time to practice when he went out to practice swords in the past half a month.

Siran's chaotic reverie also calmed down, he lay quietly on the table, watching Yun Mo making the book cover.

The lights in the mushroom house are not bright, they are all illuminated by the luminous spiritual plants on the wall, and Yun Mo's face also has a kind of hazy beauty, especially his serious and devoted appearance.

Although it's just for a book cover.

After the book cover was finished, Siran thought that he was lucky enough to try on his first "clothes" with this book, so he floated up on his own initiative.

In the end, Yun Mo smoothed the finished book cover and put it in the storage bag. After thinking about it, he took it out again, and wrote the word "gift" on a piece of leftover material that he had cut before. The leftovers and the book cover were stored together in the storage bag.

Siran: "..."

After finishing all this, Yun Mo stood up, took the sluggish Siran book floating in the air in his hands, walked slowly to the big bed in the room, and crossed his legs into a meditation posture.

Alright, it seems that for sword cultivators, no matter how drunk they are, the matter of cultivation will definitely not be left behind.

Si Ran was also relieved, as long as Yun Mo started to practice, the effect of this Qingguo wine would soon dissipate with the flow of spiritual power, so he didn't have to worry about the drunken Yun Mo appearing any magical strokes.

——Actually, Yun Mo in this state is quite cute.

With such sweet and contradictory thoughts in mind, Siran showed a pattern of little angels and little devils arguing with each other on the cover.

Unexpectedly, after sitting cross-legged, Yun Mo didn't close his eyes and meditate, but pressed the storage bag again, and took out a photo stone from it.

Su Ran paused, a little strange.

What photo stone do you look at in the middle of the night?

Could it be that there are also small movies in the world of comprehension?

White light radiated from the photo stone, and a picture was projected in mid-air, in which the two people sitting face to face across a table looked very familiar.

Siran's heart cooled down a little bit, this is more than familiar, this is clearly him and Yun Mo, and looking at the background, it is obviously the honey festival in Dust Valley!

This photo stone is actually the whole video of the Honey Festival sent by Chenyougu before, it is the one that records black history in two copies for one stone!

Siran's own piece had long been buried in the depths of his storage bag without seeing the light of day, but the piece in Yun Mo's hand was completely favored.

The video of the Honey Festival lasted for a day, and many of them were surrounding scenes. I watched a section in a daze, and was shocked to find that this scene was edited, and I deliberately gathered all the scenes where I appeared. up!

Immediately, he was so ashamed that the whole book turned red, and he floated over sullenly, trying to wipe off the photo stone in Yun Mo's hand, but Yun Mo grabbed him and held him in his arms. The cover turned 180 degrees, facing the picture of the photo stone in mid-air.

Yun Mo even patted him: "Let's watch together."

Siran: "..."

Are you the devil?

Siran couldn't run away throughout the book, and he couldn't close his eyes even if he wanted to, so he was forced to review the scene of the Honey Festival before.

Yun Mo's movements are very proficient. After watching the photo stone, he took out the shower that Siran had given him before. He didn't activate the water production formation behind him, but just listened to the self-humming ditty that Siran had accidentally recorded several times. There is a hint of seriousness in the expressionless face.

After all these procedures were over, he put away all the things, let go of his hands, closed his eyes, and started to practice.

Siran squeezed out exhaustedly, laying on the bed with his mind empty, not wanting to think at all.

The next morning.

Siran thought that he would keep the temperature of the fried eggs until dawn, but in fact he still underestimated the size of his heart, and he fell into a deep sleep within half an hour after lying down, sleeping extremely dreamlessly all night good.

Yun Mo beside him had already got up, he was standing in front of the window of the mushroom house, he noticed the movement of Siran flapping the pages of the book, and then turned his head: "Just now Qianwen came over, Yinhua is in the Huxin Pavilion."

Siran looked at this person's expression without any abnormality, and asked sincerely, "Do you still remember what happened last night?"

Yun Mo paused, shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Everyone reacts differently when drunk, and Yun Mo belongs to the kind that is extremely easy to fragment and can't remember anything.

When he was young, he was dragged drunk once by Yun Xinzhi, and he had no memory after waking up. After that time, he never had the experience of being drunk again. This time, Qingguojiu...was an accident.

A line of very tired ellipsis slowly appeared on the cover of Siran. Seeing this, Yun Mo asked, "Did something happen?"

"No," Siran choked out two words, slipped into Yun Mo's lapel as if changing the subject, and shook the cover urgently, "Let's go, let's go."

Alas, let him bear that painful memory alone.

Who made me like this person so much.

The Huxin Pavilion is located in the lake in the Dust Valley, and it was also the place where Yun Mo and Siran went boating during the Honey Festival. It was autumn at this time, and the shore of the lake was full of brilliant orange red. The entrance of the Huxin Pavilion Right between two lush maple trees.

When Yun Mo arrived, Yin Hua was lazily sitting on the bench in the pavilion, her complexion was much better than before, and she looked radiant.As usual, Shi Qi had gray shaggy hair, his eyes seemed to be a little bluer, and he was leaning over slightly, feeding grapes to Yin Hua.

It looks like a male-female swap version of the tyrant and her little wife.

Hearing Yun Mo's intention, Yin Hua straightened up slightly, caressed her lips, and asked doubtfully, "The...experience of transforming into a human form?"

These words are strange.

In the world of comprehension, the non-human races that can change into human form are nothing more than spirit beasts and monster races. Needless to say, the monster races have been passed down from generation to generation, and the situation with spirit beasts is not much different.

Even if it is an ordinary animal that has been nourished by spiritual energy the day after tomorrow, and the spiritual power has accumulated to a certain level, it will not be enough to find a common human-changing technique on the street.

"Our family transforms into human form, and we all move our bodies and minds as we please. As long as we have the idea of ​​becoming a human, it will be done naturally," Yin Hua said simply, but in fact she has no experience at all. , then turned his head to look at Shi Qi, "Tell me too, I remember that you used to change between wolf form and human form a lot?"

It seems that Shiqi's experience as Xiaoha at the beginning cannot be overturned.

Shi Qi showed a helpless smile, and seemed to be enjoying it a bit: "When changing between different forms, the first thing to change is the route of the spiritual power flow in the body. If you have experience, it is more about the perception. , most of the creatures that can change form are formed after a certain amount of accumulation."

Siran thought about these words carefully, and then successfully gave up.

Yun Mo asked again: "Then what if it's not the existence of plants and animals that are born with spirits, but spirits and monsters?"

Spirit, that is another non-human existence in the realm of comprehension that can transform into a human form, but it is extremely rare.

To be specific, dead objects have become alive and spiritually intelligent, which is much more difficult than transforming plants and animals. Thousands of years ago, there was a person who turned into bluestone. It is said that he bathed in the spiritual spring day and night, which was enough. Consciousness took 500 years.

"Spirits?" Yin Hua's eyes were a little interested, he paused, and explained seriously, "Dead creatures and creatures are not easy, but relatively speaking, their transformation pays more attention to self-awareness, and generally enough accumulation, One day I will come to an epiphany... there is no rush."

Looking at Yun Mo's pensive expression, Yin Hua added a few more words: "If there is a dead thing that has given birth to a spiritual intelligence and has not yet taken shape, it is likely to be—"

She paused, as if hesitating whether to continue or not.

Yun Mo raised his eyes: "What could it be?"

"It may be that this intelligence...is not up to the standard of turning into a human form," Yin Hua said tactfully, fearing that Yun Mo would not understand, and said, "This intelligence is also graded. The dead things of wisdom are almost equivalent to the thinking of two or three-year-old human children. As time goes by, this will accumulate over time, until the wisdom gradually becomes the same as that of ordinary people, and one day it will be realized and transformed into a human form..."

To put it simply, why can't it change into a human form?Because IQ is not enough.

Si Ran, who was huddled in Yun Mo's skirt, spent a few seconds thinking about the meaning of Yin Hua's words, and then the whole book froze, and he almost rushed out to prove that his IQ is absolutely fine.

Fortunately, Yun Mo helped him prove: "It's not a matter of spiritual intelligence."

He said it very firmly, although Yinhua had a little doubt, he still pondered for a moment on this basis.

She has never considered how to transform into a form before, not to mention that the form of spirits and beasts is different after all, why not——

"Why don't you ask the spirit that has already turned into a human?" Yin Hua smiled, "I heard that there has been a spirit that has transformed into a human form in the past few hundred years, and it is still in the realm of comprehension. If you ask about it, you may gain something."

Not to mention the rarity of spirits, and because they were born with a pure heart, many of them ascended directly after taking shape, and almost none of them stayed in the cultivation world.

"Thank you," Yun Mo said, took out a piece of turquoise jade, and handed it over, "This is Jasper Jade, which can nourish the souls of spirit beasts."

The grade of Jadeite is not high, but the output is rare, and such purity is rare, and it is only effective for spirit beasts, and cannot be used by humans.

Yin Hua did not refuse, and after accepting it, he said: "The man is currently in the Demon Realm, and there is almost no way to contact him other than visiting him. If you want to go to the Demon Realm, you still have to cover up."

The Yaoyu is the place where the remnants of the Yaozu live. It is located in the Far East and is protected by an ancient formation. Today, when the human race is in power, it can be regarded as the last protection of the Yaozu. Therefore, the detection of human cultivators in this Yaoyu Extremely sensitive.

Yun Mo caressed the chick's beak on the ink sword: "Isn't this cover-up enough?"

"Of course not enough," Yin Hua's eyes sparkled with excitement, she took out a black bracelet, handed it to Yun Mo, and said with a chuckle, "This is a fake demon bracelet, a treasure I got by chance before, after wearing it You can transform your own breath into a demon clan, that is..."

Her smile became even brighter, and she even seemed to be watching a show: "You also know that this monster race has very obvious alien characteristics, such as ears and tails, just like the ones in my Dust Valley. Everyone is the same, and this fake demon bracelet, after using it, the breath will change, and at the same time it will inevitably grow some... ears and tails."

Yun Mo: "..."

Siran: "...Wow."

Everything is fate, and you can't hide from it. Even if you used the ink sword to push it up with the chicken's mouth before, and after going around in circles, what should come will still come.

Yun Mo's face remained unchanged: "After using the fake demon bracelet, what kind of demon clan will it look like?"

"This is not fixed," Yin Hua said with a smile, "but according to the past few times of use, it seems that it will change with the change of the user's mind, that is to say, it depends on what you want to become."

After bidding farewell to Yinhua, the two did not return to Linguan Peak to toss about again, but planned to set off directly from Dust Valley to the Demon Realm.

So Yun Mo went straight into the mushroom house, and took out a black fake demon bracelet. This bracelet looked ordinary, and the aura wasn't too rich, but it lingered with a strange aura.

Siran got out of Yun Mo's skirt, and flew around the fake demon bracelet, seeing that Yun Mo had no intention of wearing the bracelet for the time being, so he asked Baoshu about the situation in the demon domain in advance with full of anticipation .

Although this demon domain has a character domain, it is not known how much smaller than the serious four domains in southeast, northwest, middle and middle areas. At best, it is a small area divided at the end of the eastern domain.

After the War of the Ancients that year, the human race wanted to chase down the last bit of the monster race, but encountered unprecedented fierce resistance. Later, some monks realized that everything under the heavens has the right to exist, and it is better to do little Well, since the human race has gained the upper hand, there is no need to persecute them like this.

At the same time, several monster clans took advantage of the rare opportunity to burn their souls and set up a large formation together, leaving the last shelter for the monster clan at the corner of the Eastern Region.

Si Ran was fascinated by the secret biography of the demon clan. Over there, Yun Mo let out a breath and squeezed the fake demon bracelet tightly. It seemed that he was finally mentally prepared. He was about to put it on his wrist, but he paused at the last moment. Suddenly, he asked, "You... what do you want to see?"

Siran didn't react for a while: "What? What does it look like?"

Yun Mo pursed his lips, and the back of his neck covered by his long hair was warm again: "This is the matter of turning into a demon clan. There are many types of monster clans. Since the fake demon bracelet can be changed according to one's will—"

He looked at Siran: "Do you have any ideas? What kind of... do you like?"

Siran: "..."

Wow.

The author has something to say: Yun Mo: You can't hide, so why not...

Siran: Excitedly rubbing hands.

These days, I'm working on the outline of the last plot, so I don't want to add too much, and it will be better later, I love it~

By the way, let me tell you that this article will be finished in about a week or two, probably after finishing the final boss, you can go home and get married~