4 Hides Scroll

The problem was solved, Mu Yirou no longer asked, and asked the pass on easily, not daring to speak casually, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would say words that did not fit his age and cause suspicion.

Things can be as simple as they can be, and as little trouble as they can be.

It's not that young people are old, but they will never have insight into the world and see through the world. It is better to be childish than to use one lie to fulfill another.

The matter passed like this, Mu Yirou didn't mention it again, and it was impossible for him to ask for trouble.

After all, the conversation had an effect, I don't know if Shangguan Yanyun blessed him in the dark, Mu Yirou took care of Wen Chuanting as much as possible, and fell into contemplation from time to time, about life, for the Sword Pavilion, for the sect, and maybe for the clan that was attached to the Sword Pavilion.

Thinking makes people progress, and Wen Chuanting clearly felt the changes in Mu Yirou, and simply faded quietly. For everyone, Mu Yirou looks at everyone with a kind of scrutinizing thinking, and Mo Weirui is no exception.

Mu Yirou's changes once made Mo Weirui wonder if she was stimulated by something, so she would look at things with this kind of suspicious gaze.

Fortunately, this state did not last long, Mu Yirou returned to normal, and treated people and things a lot more maturely, but she was still a little rusty. Come to think of it, it won't be long before she feels like she has been reborn.

This has nothing to do with asking Chuanting, enjoying the wind and scenery on the cliffside every day, and taking a walk in the small courtyard when you are very bored. Well, speaking of the small courtyard, Wen Chuanting always couldn't help but complain in his heart, when Shangguan Yanyun was still there, a spacious and bright courtyard, the attic water pavilion had everything, and it was indescribably comfortable for people to live in it, and Wen Chuanting also lived in it for a period of time at that time. It's a pity that people left the tea and cooled, Shangguan Yanyun passed away, and the small courtyard where Wen Chuanting lived was taken back, and he became a homeless orphan, fortunately, Mu Yirou and Mo Weirui remembered the old love and took him over, otherwise he would have become the first person in the Sword Pavilion to be starved to death.

Although he is still not a member of the Sword Pavilion, he lives here, sheltering under Mu Yirou's door. This can be regarded as a person in the Sword Pavilion.

Mu Yirou's small courtyard is also good, there is no attic water pavilion, no rockery, pond, fountain, but there are trees that cover the forest, and the whole courtyard is like being built in a jungle. Well, although there are only three ancient trees in the courtyard, they shade a large area of shade, no less than the shade formed by a dozen or twenty trees.

On a hot summer day, a chair and a pot of tea, enjoying a breezy massage in the shade of a tree is a beautiful thing, and it would be even better if there was another book to watch.

It's a pity that there is shade and coolness, there are tables and chairs, pots and water, but there is no tea and books. After all, not every world can find tea, small leaves, bitter taste, who would have thought that there would be a faint aftertaste after brewing, warm and moist entrance, it will be bitter first and then sweet.

This may be related to civilization, the material life has not yet reached a high level, and human beings who have just left the food and clothing line will not have much time and too much energy to study how to improve their spiritual life, which can be seen from a book.

Books are treasured by the upper classes and are not accessible to the masses. Hides made of nitrate are a common tool for recording important events and information, and ordinary people may not be able to see them once in their lives. It can be seen that it is precious.

If he hadn't seen it twice, Mu Yirou had carefully watched it, and treasured the animal skins he had collected, and asked Chuanting if he really hadn't thought about this problem.

From the carrier of knowledge information, the degree of civilization can be predicted. In this regard, Wen Chuanting did not express any opinion, of course, more because he had no interest in promoting the development of civilization.

Each world has its own unique characteristics, which are different from the others. Every world is moving forward along a predetermined track, and if we stretch out our hands indiscriminately to promote the development of civilization, perhaps the world will lose its characteristics and deviate from the established track. It's like a little butterfly flapping its wings here, and the entire Blue Moon World will spin under these two small wings.

He can make paper, but what can he do? Just for his own convenience? This is a world of high martial arts, whoever has the big fist is the boss. Or, the moment he made the paper, it was when he died. No one will reason with him, a big fist is a reason.

Wen Chuanting sat in the shade of a tree, not taking a sip of warm water. At a young age, he can only do this, there are many courtyards around the courtyard, and there are also many people living in them, which is the treatment of the inner disciples. Each courtyard is a private space, and the owner of each space is either busy with cultivation or training, and there is absolutely no space like Mu Yirou here, where a small child lives.

It can be said that Wen Chuanting is lonely here, there is no peer to play, and he doesn't need to play, watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the clouds change, or chat with Mu Yirou for a few sentences to relieve fatigue.

At this time, Mu Yirou was in the house, holding a roll of animal skins and pondering carefully. Wen Chuanting knew that at that time, a volume of animal skins that recorded the exercises, just like the animal skins he had collected in the Great Wilderness World, carved words elaborated on the cultivation methods of the exercises.

Asked Chuanting pouted, he had seen a lot of such things. That was also once, in the Great Wilderness World, in this world, he only saw two different volumes of animal skins, and they were both seen in Mu Yirou's hands.

Don't look at Mu Yirou is gentle and a little weak, but he cares a lot about the animal skin that records the exercises, and even Wen Chuanting can't easily touch it, so he can only look at it from a distance, which is the only harsh place for Wen Chuanting.

Wen Chuanting didn't care about this, every exercise was a secret thing, and every cultivator regarded the exercises as more important than life, and would rather die than give away their own exercises easily.

"Perhaps, Uncle Mu is looking at me as a small person, afraid that my mouth will not open the door, so he will announce what he sees to the public. Ask Chuanting to turn this thought in his heart. does not rule out this possibility, in the eyes of ordinary people, children can't resist the temptation, and if they are coaxed by others, they can sell their parents cleanly.

He couldn't say to Mu Yirou, 'I'm an old monster with decades of life experience, and my soul age is enough to be your grandfather's grandfather. If you say so, you will shed your skin without dying.

Mu Yirou would never want to ask Chuanting to explain on the side that he would not say what he saw and heard, and would not be deceived by a piece of candy. She only wants to ask Chuanting I don't know where to learn to swear, she will cry sadly, and the painful self-blame for not bringing a good question to Chuanting, disappointed her deceased senior sister.

"I have to think of a way, let Uncle Mu bring me something to see, preferably if I can enter the library of the Sword Pavilion. "I want to find something to do for myself, and I can't always do nothing.