Waste wood knows everything

What happened on this day is known as the change of Xianti by later generations.

Beiminghai, which had stood erect for tens of thousands of years in the realm of comprehension, suddenly collapsed. The master of Beimingxian, Beimingxian, died, and all the fake demon cultivators under him were also affected by the page of Sharanshu. , completely disappeared from this world.

These false demons were originally created by the Northern Underworld Immortal with a ray of magic energy brought from the fairy world. The world cannot tolerate it. Now it can be regarded as correcting the mistakes made tens of thousands of years ago and getting back on track.

But some things never come back.

Shuranshu can turn back the time of thousands of worlds, but it can't change one's own destiny.

Tiandao thinks that he has made great achievements in saving the world and has brought down supreme merit, but suddenly the book is independent of the world. Even Tiandao cannot restore it, and can only transmit what he has done to the consciousness of thousands of creatures in the cultivation world.

Since then, the Charan Book has been appreciated and admired by all beings in the realm of comprehension, and the world has erected a monument to commemorate it in the Central Region, calling it the Book of All Things.

At the same time, Tiandao finally admitted the existence of Sharanshu's consciousness, and if it can be restored, it is willing to help it give birth to spiritual wisdom and regain its human form.

But—how can it be restored?

Nobody knows.

It was also from the day of the change of Xianti that the area within a radius of one kilometer around Xianti has experienced heavy rain for 300 years.

The first drop of rain just fell on the corner of Yun Mo's eye.

Afterwards, the raindrops came crashing down, and Yun Mo held the last page of the book until a drop of rain was about to fall on it, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

The spiritual power poured out in a chaotic manner, isolating all the surrounding rainwater outside.

But for some reason, the drop that landed on the corner of his eye kept dripping down and hit the skirt of his clothes, fainting a dark color.

He was stunned for a long time, staring at the pages of the book in his hands, his spiritual sense swept over it over and over again, but the pages were always lying there quietly, no different from ordinary pages, without any spiritual energy.

The raging spiritual power ran wildly in his body due to the disorder of his mind, and there was a tearing pain in his meridians, but Yun Mo seemed to be unconscious. He stood still, and all the noise around him seemed to go away, and all the light gradually faded away. It got dark.

A gust of wind blew, and the pages of the book were gently rolled up, and the messy spiritual power froze in an instant, and then a thought suddenly appeared in Yun Mo's mind.

This is the last of his existence.

The pages of this book are so fragile, it will be folded by the wind, wet by the rain, and after a hundred years, it will turn yellow and curl, and then turn to ashes over time...

Yun Mo stretched out his finger, and tapped the page extremely gently, and an unbelievably gentle spiritual power poured out, forming an indestructible defense on the page.

This layer of spiritual power has never been removed from this day and in the following thousands of years.

As long as Yun Mo is still alive, he will protect this page with all his heart and soul, and wait for Si Ran's return.

When Siran turned into the body, the precious book was rejected by him from the sea of ​​consciousness.

A black book rolled on the ground in a daze, staring at the gorgeous and miraculous existence in the sky, until the thousands of pages were scattered, it floated up staggeringly, with the same dazed words rolled in the book. The ghost grass and the jelly-like roots of the five elements on the top of the grass.

The treasure book flew into the air, spinning back and forth at the place where Si Ran disappeared, and the ink sword also flew out, it circled crazily in mid-air, then angrily ran to the place where Bei Mingxian disappeared and stabbed fiercely, Finally, together with Baoshu, the four little guys floated beside Yun Mo in a daze, surrounding the page of the book.

Ghost Micao stretched out a whisker, wanting to touch the pages of the book, but the brash little guy in the past shook his whisker, then retracted, waving his whisker on the treasure book for a while.

Baoshu translated its words: "Where did the master go?"

No one answered.

Ghost Misty Grass gestured again, but its whiskers visibly wilted to the naked eye.

Baoshu was silent for a while before translating: "Shall we go to the master?"

It's just that it feels that such an idea is too slim.

Guimicao lay blankly on the treasure book. For the first time, it did not change into a colorful and beautiful appearance, but took the most primitive shape of black kelp, which has not changed for a long, long time.

Yun Mo stood there for seven days.

He used almost all of his control to maintain the spiritual power on the pages of the book, and he couldn't care about the raindrops that slapped on his body. The rain became heavier and heavier, like the Milky Way pouring down, washing away everything that had happened here Exhausted.

After seven days, every drop of rainwater was filled with pure spiritual power that ordinary people could not bear, the elder Jianzong had no choice but to force Yun Mo away from here.

Everyone in Jianzong was also at a loss.

After the two went out together, only one of them returned. The day Yun Mo came back, it was like a taut bowstring, and it would break if there was just a little stimulation.

After Yanzhi found out about Siran, Dang even burst into tears. Obviously, in less than a month, the two children will be able to hold the knotting ceremony. Elder Qi has been planning with great interest for a long time. It is a joyful thing to be happy when a lover finally gets married, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

They have all prepared the presents for the Dao Grand Ceremony, Liu Sirui is gearing up to raise a group of red-winged golden-tailed birds, Xie Rongqing secretly wrote a storybook with Siran and Yunmo as the protagonists, Elder Qi dug out a book For bowing, Yun Xinzhi asked someone to refine a pair of spiritual weapons for training with heavy weights, and Yanzhi prepared a recipe that recorded his own experience...

Even the little white bird, who was frowned every day, packed up the collected feathers and prepared to give it to this bad guy.

"Hey." The little white bird tilted its head, looked at Yun Mo who walked into the mountain gate, and was sad where did Seran go.

Its small brain capacity is not enough to sort out the information sent by the heavenly way in its mind, but its instinct tells it that some people will never be seen in this life.

Yun Mo returned to Linguan Peak.

It's just that they haven't arrived for more than ten days, but Linguan Peak is a bit bleak.

The big tree that Siran used to like to squat on also began to shed its leaves, a group of green ants moved to the ground, and the red-winged golden-tailed birds scattered in the forest gained a lot of weight.

Yun Mo stood in front of the cave, and after a while, walked in from Siran's cave door.

Since the Dao knot ceremony was finalized, they began to decorate the future cave of the two, with a connection in the middle. The cave on Siran's side was built into a study, bathroom and kitchen by him, and the one on Yunmo's side was a big bedroom. .

After entering, the most conspicuous piece of furniture is a huge hemispherical furniture, which is the version of the self-cultivation world version of the beanbag sofa that Siran pondered out. Next to it are two small tables with empty snack plates, and against the wall is a row of A row of bookshelves filled with all kinds of scriptures that Siran loves.

On the top, as usual, there was an empty flower pot.

The ghost grass suddenly ran down from the precious book, climbed up the bookshelf to the top, circled around the small flower pot several times, and silently planted itself in it.

After Siran left, the ghost grass lost its contract, and without the supply of spiritual power from its master, it couldn't leave the soil for too long. This little grass stubbornly rejected everyone's contract, and just planted itself in the In the soil, just like it used to be.

Yun Mo looked at it quietly, and finally took the flowerpot with the ghost grass planted with him.

The deepest part of the cave is a bathroom separated by a screen, with two face-to-face showers on top, and an enlarged version of the bathtub below. It was deleted, although he didn't know that Yun Mo already had a backup.

"Pfft, why do you even put the showers facing each other!" In memory, Si Ran laughed, "Do you have to face each other to take a shower in the future... You remind me of the picture of the toilet facing each other that I brushed before hahaha."

Siran leaned down, measured the size of the wooden bathtub with his hands, turned his head and said, "Is it okay to make this one bigger? The kind that two people can lie in?"

"Why? There's no reason!" Siran's ears were red, he turned his head and pretended not to care, "When I'm older, just... I like swimming in the bathtub!"

"You, you, you, don't laugh!" Siran rushed over, making a gesture to cover Yun Mo's mouth, but who did it first, they bent down and exchanged a lingering kiss.

Walking through the bathroom, a small kitchen was created by Siran at the place where a wall originally separated it. Yun Mo originally wanted to make it bigger, but at this size, two people have to turn sideways when entering together.

"I'm not good at cooking, so when I didn't eat something brought by Senior Yan," Siran muttered, "If it's too big, it will cause a lot of psychological pressure, and it's smaller..."

His face was a little red again, and the two stood in the kitchen, their bodies pressed tightly together, and they could even feel each other's breathing.

Siran hugged his head and wailed: "Wow, my brain is gone, I don't want to, I don't want to, this place is done like this!"

Unreal laughter echoed in his ears.

The largest area in the entire cave is the bedroom for two people.

There is a huge bed in the middle of the bedroom, covered with the soft bedding that Siran loves most, he also quietly gathered the feathers of a pair of little white birds, and made a small pillow out of it.

In the few days when he was preparing for the Dao Jie ceremony, every night he hugged the pillow and looked at the script with his legs crossed.

Sometimes he would huddle himself in Yun Mo's arms, sometimes he liked to lie on Yun Mo's lap, more often he rolled while reading the storybook, and in the end Yun Mo had to drop him off the bed scoop up the edges.

"Should we sleep together?" Siran rubbed around on the bed, his hair messed up, "my sleeping position... is more free, what if I kick you off at night?"

Si Ran laughed, with a little shyness, and said with crooked eyebrows: "I have a solution, just...cough, I'll hug you to sleep, how about it?"

how about it?

That answer stuck in his throat, intertwined with extreme bitterness and extreme sweetness, and split his whole body in two. One half was addicted to the beautiful illusion of the past, unable to break free, and the other half carried a blood With a dripping heart, to face the reality that cannot be changed.

Does it mean that as long as you stay here quietly, this dream will continue forever?

"Boom boom boom——"

A knock on the door awakened Yun Mo from the illusory illusion. The sound was not loud, but it abruptly shocked Yun Mo into a cold sweat. He gasped violently, looking up as if he was looking for something. The bathroom, The kitchen, the bedroom... was silent.

Not anymore, he thought.

The person who knocked on the door was very patient. After three knocks, there was a pause, and three more regular knocks.

Originally, this cave had no doors, only restrictions, but after going to the Demon Realm, Siran became very interested in wooden doors, so Yun Mo went to the Spirit Beast Forest, took a black sword and chopped down a few trees, Two gates were made and installed.

Yun Mo walked to the door in silence, and when he opened it, he saw an old man with white beard and hair.

The old man was one of the seven ancient immortals who were trapped by Beimingxian in Beiminghai.

Yun Mo's state is very bad at this time, the old man looked at him for a long time, sighed softly, and said: "Mo Yunxian, you and I have met once..."

Yun Mo said: "I forgot."

He and Siran handed over the memory to each other, but never had a chance to get it back.

"It's nothing, you and Sha Ranshu have saved me once, and this time, it's twice," the old man stroked his beard with a gentle expression, "When I was in the fairy world, I practiced divination. technique, maybe... you would like to listen to my suggestion."

"A few days ago, I accidentally retrieved the memories of the past, but I was alone, and it doesn't make any difference whether you want those memories or not," the old man said, "I sacrificed all my memories and cultivation, and peeked into a secret... ...Probably tomorrow, I will forget everything and re-enter reincarnation, luckily I found you in time."

He smiled, with an exclamation in his eyes: "The Sharan book is a collection of knowledge from thousands of worlds. As long as there is a world, it will not perish, but it was once in the chaos and has gone through thousands of worlds. It was born only ten thousand years ago, and if there is no external force to intervene, it will recover again, which may take much longer than this time."

"However, you can try to help it acquire that knowledge faster... For example, you can try to teach it different knowledge."

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed softly, turned around and left Yu Kong in the cool autumn wind.

The words of the old man were like a big bell being rung, constantly echoing in Yun Mo's mind. He almost lost his mind and closed the door of the cave, went to the table and sat down, carefully took out from the lapel of his clothes the card that had been meticulously drawn by spiritual power. Protected pages.

Teach him... knowledge.

Yun Mo was like a child who had never tasted sweetness before getting a handful of candies. The overly huge surprise brought a sense of confusion, fearing that this was just a dream, fearing that as long as he stretched out his hand, all the good things would collapse.

He sat quietly for a day, and finally on a clear, sunny morning, facing the page of the book on the table, he whispered the formulas of the exercises he had learned in a low voice, somewhat jerky but full of uncontrollable hope.

Not only the exercises, but also all the knowledge he knows.

Yun Mo is a standard swordsman, and his subjects are also very standard, but his talent in swordsmanship is beyond doubt. Yun Mo spent three full months, day and night without stopping to transfer his knowledge in swordsmanship, Comprehension and swordsmanship carefully spoke to the pages of the book on the table.

No matter how good the physique of the cultivator is, this kind of behavior of ruining the body will make Yun Mo... successfully become dumb after three months of non-stop talking.

It's not completely dumb, but the voice is hoarse when speaking, and it's hard to hear clearly.

Yun Mo was worried that this little idiot, Siran, would not understand what he said, so after hesitating for a while, he went to the alchemist Qi Yan who lived in Jianzong almost all the time, and asked him if he had any medicine to relieve the hoarseness of his throat.

In fact, in this case, it would be fine if he stopped talking for a day, but he couldn't wait that long.

Yun Mo didn't go out in the cave for three whole months, if his fate card wasn't still on, the elders of Jianzong would have suspected that he died for love with Siran.

When Qi Yan saw Yun Mo, he heard his hoarse voice and bloodshot eyes, and said cautiously: "You... You must have been crying for three months, right?"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo didn't say a word.

"Forget it, forget it, tsk, we don't have the position to say anything," Qi Yan waved his hand, "There is a pill to relieve a hoarse throat, but I don't have it in stock here, why don't you come back tomorrow, and I will temporarily Make a furnace?"

Yun Mo whispered: "How long does it take to refine a furnace?"

Qi stretched out a finger: "The elixir is not high-grade, but it is very unpopular, one hour is enough."

Yun Mo said: "Then I will wait here."

Qi Yan shrugged, then went into the alchemy room and spent an hour refining a batch of elixir, which was quite a lot, enough to last for several years.

Yun Mo thanked him in a low voice, gave the spirit stone according to the market price, and returned to the cave. For another three months without stopping, he told all the knowledge he knew in the way of swordsmanship.

Afterwards, he took the pages and practically lived in Jianzong's Fa-seeking hall, practicing various sword techniques and knowledge during the day, and at night, under the dim light, whispering softly to the pages.

This scene was bumped into by many disciples, and it was rumored in Jianzong that Yun Mo had gone crazy.

Hearing this, Yun Xinzhi shook his head, as if thinking of himself who had lost Yanzhi.

Crazy is crazy, sometimes the more sober, the more painful.

Yun Mo spent ten years teaching all the knowledge about the sword that he could find in the entire cultivation world to the page.

Then one day, a miracle really happened.

A very faint phantom appeared on the page, it was the phantom of another page, it floated quietly above the page with a small love heart, a small piece at the corner had solidified, exuding Pale gold that almost brings tears to your eyes.

After that, Yun Mo seemed to have finally found the direction of life.

In the past ten years, everyone in Jianzong has gradually become accustomed to the scene of Yun Mo talking to a page. They thought this was the limit, but they didn't expect——

Yun Mo started to learn alchemy.

Yun Mo started to learn how to refine weapons.

Yun Mo started to learn talismans.

Yun Mo also learned how to make sugar paintings, fold figurines, rub clay figurines, and cut clothes. He even learned to draw, write, cook, and paper-cut with a straight face. He broke the stubbornness of sword repairers who never learn anything but swords, but it seems to be a bit of a rebound Excessively, he learned everything, even the flower-turning rope that children in the mortal world like to play, he seriously learned it.

Then he went back to the pages of his book and taught him word by word.

After that, another 300 years later, Qi Feng, Elder Yu, Elder Li... the upper-level monks of Jianzong's generation all ascended and left one after another.

Yun Xinzhi forcibly suppressed his cultivation for 200 years, and when Yanzhi's cultivation was sufficient, the two flew away together.

Thanks to Sha Ranshu's stabilization of the Immortal Ladder, the world of comprehension has since entered an extremely prosperous era. The aura of heaven and earth is becoming more and more abundant day by day, and ascension is much easier than before.

After another 300 years, Liu Sirui, Xie Rongqing, and even Gu Ling who retained their souls and returned to reincarnation, and the monks of the same generation as Jianzong and Yun Mo, all left this world and went to the fairy world.

But Yun Mo has not left yet.

He is a heavenly spirit root, even though he has never seriously cultivated in these hundreds of years, his cultivation is still increasing day by day. He has been suppressing his cultivation all the time, just to stay in the cultivation world for a while longer.

The scope of knowledge... is simply too broad.

There are countless knowledges in this world, which cannot be covered by one person alone.

Now that the fairy world and the cultivation world cannot communicate with each other, Yun Mo can only use his best. He has traveled to almost every corner of the cultivation world, going deep into every fantasy and hidden place, and telling those subtle knowledge to the pages of the book. The phantom solidified little by little, and the heart seemed to be filled little by little.

200 years later, Yun Mo could no longer suppress his cultivation, soaring to the Immortal Realm.

The time in the Immortal World was no different from that in the Realm of Comprehension, except that he accidentally heard the knowledge contained in the Sha Ran Book, which also included everything that happened in the world, so Yun Mo added one more step to his daily teaching, that is Tell what you saw and heard today with the pages of the book.

In the cave that was almost identical to the one on Linguan Peak, Yun Mo sat at the table with a soft and deep voice.

"Today I learned a special painting method. The teacher said that I really have no talent. I only know theory and don't know how to practice."

"When I passed by the small river in front of the door today, a fish jumped out. I was going to bring it to my wife as food, but it was snatched by an orange cat halfway."

"According to a fragment in my memory, I planted a lot of flowers in front of the house. I originally planted them one by one according to the color. Today, the flowers bloomed. There are many big red flowers growing inside the white flowers, which were all quietly planted by the ghost grass. "

"The small river in front of the gate stopped flowing today. I asked Baoshu, and they said that the root of the Five Elements lost its temper, soaked in the water and swelled up, blocking the river."

"Today... still miss you very much."

He let out a long breath, quietly staring at the phantom that was almost completely solidified. This was the second page of Shu Ran's book, and it was finally about to solidify amidst the almost sleepless whispers of more than 1000 years.

Yun Mo maintained the posture of sitting in front of the desk, closed his eyes and began to practice.

Immortals also need to cultivate, and the immortal world is much more dangerous than the cultivation world. A lot of knowledge is not supported by enough strength, and they don't even have the qualifications to know.

Fortunately, Yun Mo's talent is high enough. He will practice for an hour every day. While maintaining his own cultivation base to grow steadily, more time is spent on learning and teaching.

Today, after an hour of practice, he opened his eyes, and his eyes touched the empty tabletop. His whole body seemed to be struck by thunder from the top of his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his complexion turned pale in an instant.

... where are the pages?

For more than 1000 years, he has been almost inseparable from the pages of the book, never letting him out of sight for a moment.

Yun Mo's breathing was stagnant, and he dispersed his consciousness in a panic, but his heart beat violently unconsciously, and a premonition surfaced in his heart.

He raised his head suddenly, rushed out of the house, and stopped walking.

That is light.

Two pages, one with a small love heart drawn in the center, and one completely blank, these two pages floated in mid-air, exuding golden light.

Accompanied by a soft whisper that cannot be described in words, countless pages of books come together like rivers that flow into the sea. These pages are all faint phantoms. They are stacked one after another, and the pure white cover slowly It condensed and wrapped the pages in it——

A book that is almost exactly the same as before is quietly floating in the air.

Yun Mo raised his head, and suddenly a pale golden light was reflected in his pupils, as if a light had been lit deep in his soul.

He didn't know what kind of reaction he should have now, should he go forward and hold this book that has been lost for too long in his arms?

He didn't know if Shuranshu had become conscious now, and he was afraid that his sudden action would scare away the book he had finally found.

In a moment of silence, the first thing to move was the book in mid-air.

The pure white book floated over slowly, and before he got any closer, Yun Mo's heartbeat quickened a bit, at first it floated slowly, then gradually accelerated, until the moment he got close to Yun Mo——

Books become people.

Just like a living person in a magic show, Siran opened his arms and threw himself into Yun Mo's arms, and then threw Yun Mo straight to the ground with a plop.

Siran: "..."

This is different from what he imagined, isn't it?

Shouldn't it be hugging him and giving him a deep hug after a long absence, or two people embracing and circling a few times for a deep kiss... Cough, it can't be this kind of scene where he presses on Yun Mo for no reason Bar?

Siren blinked.

In fact, he became conscious very early on. To be exact, when the phantom on the second page condensed, he could wake up for a short moment.

It's just that he can't speak, move, or respond. He wakes up for a short time every day, sometimes only once in a few days, but every time he wakes up, he can hear Yun Mo's whispering voice.

As the pages of the book became more and more solid, the time he was awake became longer and longer. He listened to Yun Mo recite knowledge that he had almost never come into contact with before, and listened to Yun Mo narrate what happened today. There is also an expression, which should always be a smirk.

Just smiling, seeing Yun Mo's calm expression for ten years, he still couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Until today, the second page of the book was finally condensed, Tiandao caught the news at the first time, and poured the thousands of merits to him with a clatter.

With the help of these merits, Siran managed to restore himself to a human form. Of course, the other pages are still phantoms, which need time to condense, but these are not important anymore.

He can finally hug Yun Mo, that's enough.

There is still a long, long time ahead, and everything can be done slowly.

Yun Mo lay on the ground, feeling that everything was like a dream.

When Siran rushed over, it wasn't that he was incapable of hugging him, but at that moment he was completely stiff from head to toe, his mind was completely blank, his whole body seemed to have lost all strength, and he hit the ground with the force of Siran's rushing over.

Si Ran, who was on top of him, suddenly became a little nervous, trying to get up in a hurry, but Yun Mo grabbed the arm of the person in front of him, and pressed him deeply into his arms.

This hug was very gentle at first, but soon it became more intense. Yun Mo hugged him tightly, almost rubbing him into his flesh and blood, and his scorching breath hit Siran's neck.

Siran still hugged him docilely, and did not forget to reach out and rub Yunmo's head.

Yun Mo paused.

Zheng Huan's hands stiffened as he rubbed his head.

His body suddenly flew into the air, and before he could react, he had already been carried into the house by Yun Mo.

Yun Mo pressed the back of Siran's head with his big hand, bent down, and exchanged a long kiss with a bit of jerky.

After so many years, Yun Mo's kissing skills, which has never been practiced, have not improved at all, but Siran is also a rookie, the two of them lingered for a while, and when they separated, their breathing was a bit rough.

Yun Mo hugged Siran again, buried his head on the side of his neck, and whispered: "You are back."

Siran said "hmm": "I'm back, fortunately, Tiandao helped, although the main body has not fully recovered, but there is no rush, you can slowly—"

Yun Mo raised his head and repeated again: "You are back."

His gaze was actually full of caution, and there was a gleam of hope in his eyes, as if such a scene had appeared countless times in his fantasy, but every time it was touched, it shattered like a bubble.

Siran's heart suddenly softened.

He held Yun Mo's head, and kissed Yun Mo's head three times. After the kiss was over, as if he was bewitched by the beauty, he caressed Yun Mo's face with his little hands dishonestly, and the temperature under his palm gradually rose. Gao, Siran turned his head curiously, and saw that the back of Yun Mo's neck was blushing a lot.

He blinked, and was about to laugh, but Yun Mo grabbed both wrists. After a while, Yun Mo pressed on top of him, his eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you remember the past in the fairy world?"

Siran didn't understand all of a sudden, but said honestly: "I don't remember."

Yun Mo smiled lightly.

Si Ran's eyes were straightened, staring at that face intently, and suddenly he heard a whisper in his ear: "Then restore your memory, okay?"

……

This day is the shortest day and the longest night in the entire fairyland.

That night, I noticed that the master came back with the treasure book, the ghost grass, the five elements spirit root, and a Mo Jian who followed the fun and wanted to rush into the house, and wanted to rush into the master's arms and have a good roll, but was caught. The enchantment ruthlessly blocked the outside, and they rushed for a long time without being able to get in. The four little guys sang together and cursed all night.

It was also this night that the star points scattered in thousands of worlds finally returned to its galaxy, the memories lost in the years returned to the soul, and the lost animals... finally returned to their home.

The author has something to say: the text is over~

Let me rest for a day, and I will start more episodes the day after tomorrow.

Currently, I am planning to write Dao Dao Dao Ceremony and some small daily routines. The two return to the modern world. ), you can tell me what else you want to see.