It's time to retire [Transmigration Book]

The total number of times Di Sanxian was speechless in his life may not be as many as today. The other party seems to be specially sent by heaven to restrain him, and he can always interrupt his emotions unintentionally.Seeing that this savage seemed to want to test the hardness of this spirit slip with his teeth, he stretched out his hand to stop it and said, "Input spiritual power, what can you see?"

This kind of statement is simple and easy to understand, and No Tail's eyes immediately lit up, and he understood.He stared intently at the small and lovely jade slip in his hand, his palms were so nervous that they began to sweat, as if he was afraid of accidentally dropping it.Light golden spiritual power rose from the palm of his hand and merged with this jade slip. After complete fusion, many words appeared in front of his eyes, some of which he knew, some of which he had never seen before. In addition, there are many strange figures in this white stone.

He saw it strangely, and exclaimed in his mouth: "What are these? It's amazing!"

Knowing that the other party could see the contents, Di Sanxian let go of half of his heart and said, "Maybe you can write down what you see?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the other party might not even know the meaning of 'write', but he didn't expect Wuwei to understand it this time.He ran to the other corner of the cave as if thinking of something, buried his head in the search for a long time, and actually found a few pens and a large stack of paper. Just by looking at the aura contained in it, he knew it was extraordinary.

He ran over with these two things in his arms, stuffed his brain into Di Sanxian's arms, raised his head without a tail, like a cat that brought a small dried fish to a friend, and said triumphantly: "I can 'write', and I know Character!"

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Di Sanxian took out a pen and paper from his bosom, and it turned out to be a rare light and ink paper. It is rumored that the combination of the two can write without ink, and can write dozens of books with a thin piece of paper. The content is not invaluable.This Lu Shu is indeed a spirit beast that has lived for tens of thousands of years, and even such a rare thing has preserved so many.

Just now that he had no tail, he found seven or eight pens. Di Sanxian held one in his hand, and he also held a lamp wolf, and started writing on the paper with the pen.His hand movements are fast, and ordinary people write a word without a stroke direction, but he completely draws it according to the appearance in the Lingjian, and engraves the content on the paper without any mistakes. The spacing between words is exactly the same.

Didn't know that the other party had such a talent, so Di Sanxian read the handwriting he wrote on the spot. Looking carefully, it was all about the structure of a human-shaped armor... It turned out that Du Ran had figured out that he had such a calamity at the time, So I first sorted out the methods of making and repairing the humanoid Yanjia, hoping to help him overcome this difficulty.

Thinking in this way, he looked back, most of which were various atlases, and some structural disassembly examples, which really solved the urgent need to repair himself.

Du Ran seemed to have figured out that his left leg would suffer. The atlas of the left leg was drawn with great care. Every part was marked in detail. A person who doesn't understand Yanjia at all can also understand it.

Grateful for the other party's hard work, Di San first picked up the copy by himself and began to study it carefully.There was no tail next to him copying the book, so his hands were sore, so he switched from his right hand to his left hand, and his speed did not decrease at all.

Just like this, he switched hands. Later, he found it too slow, so he simply copied the whole book with both hands. It took him half a day to record one-sixth of it.It wasn't until the bell grass next to it lit up that Tailless yawned, put down the lamp, and said sleepily, "I'm so sleepy..."

His daily work and rest are very regular. When it comes to sleepiness, he lays back on the stone bed, climbs inside and takes a good posture. The next moment, he starts snoring.

As a Yanjia, Di Sanxian didn't need to sleep at all, and the sleep before was just a perception that his body was imitating human's work and rest, forced to him.Now that he knows the truth, his heart has died, and he doesn't like to get too close to people, so he continues to sit on the stool and continue to study the content by the dim light of the bell grass.

Du Ran is worthy of being a master of Yanjia who can communicate with the world. Looking at the world, no one like Yu Yanjia can surpass him.The Yanjia map written by her is also exquisite and unparalleled, even Di Sanxian, who only has a little understanding, can't help being immersed in it.

After a sleepless night, when Wu Tail opened his eyes the next morning, he saw his friend maintaining the posture before he fell asleep, still sitting in the bushes of bells, seriously looking at what he wrote yesterday.

Rubbing his eyes, he hesitated for a long time between going out to cook and continuing to copy books, but seeing that the other party liked it so much, he decided to finish copying the scrolls before going to dinner.

He never expected that it would be another day, and the bell plant would glow, and it would be night again.

Just copy one by one and look at it, and when I wake up from the Yanjia Atlas, it is already five days later.Recording the last word in his mind, Di San moved slightly, only to realize that his body was already stiff due to keeping the same posture for a long time.After a little movement, he turned his head and saw Tired lying beside him, holding a wolf pen in his hand, sound asleep without a tail.

Seeing that the other party's eyes were dark and his face was tired, he thought it was because he had been with him for too long these days, he was silent for a while, picked up the other party with one hand, supported the spirit tree next to him with the other hand, and put it back on the stone bed with difficulty.I didn't feel it when I didn't move just now, and when I heard the other party's snoring, I felt a little tired, so I leaned against the spirit tree, closed my eyes and rested.

A few days ago, my mind was full of haganism, and I didn't have time and experience to think about that day. At this moment, everything is quiet, only the faint light is beside me.He leaned on the cold ground, closed his eyes, and could see his father's indifferent eyes, his friend's unbelievable expression, and that 'Di Sanxian' who had the same appearance as him but pushed him to a dead end.

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The thin lips were tightly pursed, and all the suppressed fear and unwillingness came out at this moment, and the wooden heart throbbed. The real feeling seemed to tell him that he was still alone.

But he is not.

The sound of the broken leg machine running was endless, and every syllable seemed to remind him of his identity.

I'm not alone, I'm just a armor, a tool to ward off disasters.

How ironic.

The right hand hanging by his side slowly raised up, still holding the spirit blade that was used to cut the spirit wood before, in a trance, he pressed the blade to his chest, as if the next moment, he was going to dig out the wood directly Heart, completely shatter this absurd life.

"Hulu...so...delicious..." The person on the stone bed turned over, still murmuring something vaguely, not knowing whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream.

This small sound awakened Di Sanxian who was holding the spiritual blade. After a few breaths of silence, he put the spiritual blade back into the distance.

In the early morning of the second day, the light outside was dim, and the fluorescence in the cave went dark again. Because Tailless had been with him for a long time, he didn't wake up on time as usual.Di San first supported the other party's crutch made of spirit wood, thinking of the fairyland-like beauty he saw for the first time when he came here, he suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to record this beauty before the end of his life .

Spreading out the rice paper, holding a wolf hair, although he is not Di Sanxian himself, he still retains his painting skills, tracing carefully, sketching with a brush, and concentrating on it, reappearing this moving scene on the painting paper in just an hour superior.

He lowered his head, his long hair was untied, and hung loose on his shoulders, with a few strands hanging down from his cheeks, covering half of his face in the shadow.Di San savored the discussion carefully, and occasionally adjusted the details with a brush. Suddenly, he felt that the light in front of him was very dark, and even faintly bloody, as if this beautiful scenery was stained with blood.

The tip of the pen paused slightly, he thought it was blocked by something, but when he raised his head, he found that the surrounding area was brightly lit, and it was clearly a sunny day.

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Looking in the direction of the sunlight, there is only a thin line between the inside and outside of the cave, but there is a boundary at the entrance of the cave. The sun is shining outside, and the birds are singing crisply. The veins of the leaves and the tip of the nose are also faintly scented with flowers.

But sitting at the entrance of the cave, he is obviously a Yanjia who doesn't know the cold and heat, but Di Sanxian only feels the coldness of the whole body, as if the whole world is isolated by something - the sun doesn't belong to him, the fragrance of flowers doesn't belong to him, and the singing of birds doesn't belong to him either. It doesn't belong to me, and my whole body is wrapped in a certain oppressive atmosphere.Suddenly, a tremor fermented from the depths of his heart, causing him to shiver unconsciously.

At this time, he looked at the quiet, comfortable and peaceful scenery outside the cave again. He lowered his head and looked at the painting he just finished. It was clearly the same scenery, but even the last trace of warmth disappeared, as if it was just a painting Lonely and cold, stone carvings and wood carvings, decorations without souls.

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Is such a beautiful scenery just ruined by my pen?

No longer in the mood to paint, he seemed to want to drive away the chill in his heart, and tore up this lifeless work, but seeing the painstaking efforts scattered on the ground, the feeling of emptiness in his heart grew deeper.Di Sanxian took a last look at the lively scene outside the cave, then took out the Yanjia map that he had memorized in his heart, and stepped into the dark cave again step by step.

Just after walking into the depths, Tailless rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up on the stone bed, yawned big, and said with a smirk: "Morning~"

Didn't mention his own painting, Di San first looked at the other party's silly smile, somehow, the boundless emptiness in his heart seemed to be filled.He didn't want to be seen as flawed, and he didn't want anyone to discover his vulnerable side, so he turned his head away, made a ruthless look, and said, "Help me find these spirit trees."

"Okay~" Wuwei didn't notice the other party's strangeness at all, only felt that he could finally help again, got up happily, looked at what the other party needed, and ran out happily.