I feel that the poor young scholar is quite discerning, even if it is such a travelogue, he has collected a very wonderful version.

The travelogue not only records the interesting places of this land, but also the stories that have been passed down from other wild lands are recorded in detail.

Looking at it, she felt that such an interesting thing could not be enjoyed by herself, so she should be happy with the big guy next to her, so she put down the book for the time being, half raised her body and leaned her upper body out of the cloth shed to observe the big guy head-on.

She doesn't seem to be as depressed as she was just now, so she should be able to stir it.

She picked up the book and got out of the shed, stood in front of the big guy, and shook the pages of the book so that the big guy knew what he was going to do.

"Big guy, it's a long night, and it's boring for the two of us to stay like this. I'm reading this book just now, so why don't you read it to you, tell me a few stories, and pass the time when you are doing music in the midst of suffering. ”

Jiufang Yu didn't know what to think, but he didn't react anyway. The neck is no longer twisted to the side, but it has returned to its previous cold appearance, no matter what Hua Lingyuan said to him, there was no reaction.

That Hua Lingyuan doesn't have any worries, she has always been a big guy who doesn't care about people, so she takes this as a default, but she has to make inches, so she turned around and dragged the chaise longue out, rested in front of the big guy, and began to tell a story.

She's also a person with ideas.,Say it's for the big guy to read.,In fact, it's not advisable to make a book club so dry.,It's better to browse it yourself.,Interesting, it's summarized.,In a way of chatting.,It can make the big guy sound happier.,I'm not tired of chatting.。

When reading books and telling stories, her vigilance did not drop, Qinglian held it in her hand, and the power film of the spirit talisman was only wrapped close to herself for the time being in order to save immortal energy, and she was horizontal in front of the big guy, which was equivalent to making a meat shield for the big guy, and it was not easy for Fan Jingang to hurt them.

"I told you. She cleared her throat and began her own performance, "In other words, there is a Double Happiness Sect on our land, and the cultivation of the sect does not rely on exercises, but on two spiritual springs in the mountains. These two spiritual springs are also very interesting, once someone enters to absorb the spiritual energy, one spring can make people laugh more than once, and the other can make people cry endlessly. So every time it was the turn of the people of the Double Happiness Sect to go to cultivation, a group of people would stay there and laugh at each other, and another group would cry at each other. The two groups of people are laughing and crying and the distance is very close, if you stand next to you and don't know, you still think you have entered some strange place, although the cultivation is rising fast, but the spirit can't bear it. It is said that there are many disciples who can't stand crying and laughing, and they have changed their religion and abolished their cultivation to re-cultivation. Hey, big guy, why do you say that this sect is called the Double Happiness Sect, why not the Sadness and Joy Sect, so it is called the situation. ”

She told a story and had a discussion with the Nine Directions.

After speaking, without waiting for the reaction of Jiufang Youyou, he turned a page of the book to read the next story.

"Haha, there is a particularly funny thing here, saying that there is a monk in the land of Yuezhi who has worked hard to finally find a spiritual weapon in his hand, which is very precious. But he is arrogant on weekdays, accepting the task of asking for wind and rain from mortals, and often sits on the ground and raises prices, which makes some small towns that are not rich resentful of him, but dare not speak out. Later, one day, when he was in retreat and cultivating, someone stole the spiritual weapon and threw it directly into the pit, causing heavy losses. This person from the land of Yue Zhi is very interesting, and I don't know where the hero did this, and what happened to him. ”

She picked a story and told it one story after another, saying that she would drink tea when she was tired. After telling five or six stories, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and Fan Jin, who had been hiding in the small dilapidated house, reappeared just now. With a weapon in his hand, he rushed to the door of the stone hall and attacked inside.

He had a lot of ideas, but the new method was far less terrifying than the sinister arrows, so he was easily blocked by Hua Lingyuan picking up Qinglian without causing any damage, and even her mood about telling the story was not disturbed.

Fan Jingang saw that this method didn't work, he didn't dwell on it much, and then went back to the small broken house to find a way, Hua Lingyuan estimated that he also reformed the previous torture weapons in it, and he was also quite persistent.

The sound of flipping through the book sounded again, and a new story came into her eyes, originally thought it was another interesting content that could be said to the big guy, but after browsing the content, her original bitter mood slowly subsided.

She misjudged, this story is no longer interesting, if those words didn't appear, she could still laugh twice, but just three words, even if it made her laugh, she couldn't be happy at the moment.

This story also takes place in another remote land, these three words are called "Dark Spirit Root", there is not even a detailed description of it in the story, but it was mentioned by the protagonist of the story in a misunderstanding, and it was suggested that the most annoying thing about the Dark Spirit Root is that it will appear overwhelmingly black when performing exercises, and that's it, no more descriptions.

But just a few words exploded in her mind, and some of the thoughts that were confused and tangled before became as clear as if the clouds were clear!

Just think about it, if there is indeed an extremely rare mutated single spirit root in this world that is a dark spirit root, and it shows a certain color like other spirit roots, but its color is black, then in the eyes of no one who has heard of this kind of dark spirit root thing, will it be extremely arbitrarily misunderstood as demonic energy? !

She felt that there should be no need to doubt this hypothesis at this time, and what was standing next to her at the moment should be living evidence!

She felt that the strength in her body was slowly disappearing, and the book in her hand suddenly became like a thousand pounds, and a "click" slid from her hand and fell on the stone brick floor, making such an abrupt sound.

No wonder, no wonder she rejected Wu Dong's description of it, did not preconceive to judge such a person, and got along without prejudice, she felt so much discord, so discordant that she wondered if there was something wrong with her. Is it that he has lived in a peaceful environment for too long, so that he has lost his sense of crisis and judgment, and even has to sympathize with a "monster"?

But now that she knew about the Dark Spirit Root, she realized that she had never lost her judgment.

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