Host: Yin Hao!

Points: 10,800 points!

Cultivation level: Sixth level of acquired nature

Major practices: Jiamu Qigong, Yuzhou Gong!

Open the world: None!

Mission: None!

Exchange: disguise, enlightenment, healing.

Experience the world: Smiling, Proud Wanderer!

After Yin Hao returned, he sat on the bed and remained silent for a long time.

Xiaonao and his team have been going through thirty years, and now they have returned, their body is still only maintained before entering, and they are six years old.

Thirty years, is it a dream? It's true?

Is Mr. Rui dreaming of a butterfly dreaming of a butterfly dreaming of a duke Zhuang?

Yin Hao exhaled a breath of turbid air: "System, has the time in the main world been frozen, or has it rapidly accelerated the experience of Smiling Proud Wanderer?"

"Ding: Birth and death are born and destroyed by the blink of an eye, and all things are reincarnated, and the host does not need to worry about it!"

"Okay! Will my memories be peeked here?"

"Ding: Everything can be disguised!"

"Are you a Misty Pie?"

This time, the system did not respond.

Yin Hao stood up, felt himself, and laughed and apologized, except for his cultivation and memory, he had nothing else, even a piece of paper.

He went in barely and came back barely, but his thoughts changed a lot.

How many thirty years can life take?

Yin Hao made a move and gestured for a moment, and found that the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, the Nine Swords of Dugu, etc. were all extremely skillful, without any awkwardness.

He knew that even the memories of the body were brought back.

"The system covers up all traces of cultivation besides Jiamu Health Preservation and Yubaogong!"

"Ding: Will it be covered up after deducting 500 points?"

"Five hundred? It's really cruel! Huh, okay, you are the boss, you can't bargain, deduct it! In addition, after returning in the future, you will automatically remind you to cover up the traces of cultivation in the non-main world and other things!"

"Ding: The deduction is completed, the cover is completed."

"Ding: Received!"

Two consecutive prompts rang in my mind.

There are still 10,300 points left in the points, a large part of which were obtained after later arresting the scum of the world and killing them.

"System, is it really covered up? Why don't I feel anything?"

"Ding: Host, if you have feelings, you don't have to cover it up!"

"All right!"

Yin Hao was speechless.

After a long time of calm, I opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the pure sky, breathing in the sweet air, as if entering the extremely clear pool from the mud pond, the feeling seemed to be transcending.

"The world of laughter and proud is far inferior to this era. What if it were later generations? If it were back, would it be choked to death?"

Yin Hao turned his mind.

"Young Master, are you going out for a walk?"

The guard Niu Gao came over and asked.

For some reason, he found that the young master had an inexplicable change, but he couldn't tell the reason.

"I'm bored, let's take a look!"

Yin Hao nodded.

"Young Master, I'll accompany you!"

Niu Gao followed behind him.

A simple manor came out, next to it was a bamboo forest. The wind blew, rustling, and the sound of insects and birds was even more indifferent.

My slightly confused mood gradually calmed down.

Yin Hao saw a puddle in the bamboo forest with dry bamboos rising inside. He paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, then raised his head and looked into the sky.

"In this world full of gods and Buddhas, it's time to make some preparations!"

At this moment, he had a plan in his mind.

Yin Hao walked over and stared at the small puddle in a daze.

He stayed here for three days, without practicing martial arts, reading books, and just quietly watching the sewage. On the fourth day, he asked the guards to dig a deep pit in the manor and soak bitter bamboo, bark, etc. inside.

"Master, are you?"

Niu Gao didn't understand.

"Everything born is born with yin and yang, life and death have the Tao, and reincarnation is immortal! I was wondering, if the tree dies, is there another kind of new life? If chickens and ducks can be eaten, bamboo will have no other use?"

Yin Hao explained a little, and he would not say it in depth.

On this day, a guard returned to the mansion regularly and reported to Bigan.

"What? My eldest grandson dug a hole in the manor and soaked bamboo and bark, etc.? It smelled smelly?" Bi Gan was surprised, "Don't practice martial arts anymore? Don't read books anymore?"

"Yes, Master!"

"What's the hysteria of this kid?" Bigan shook his head, "It's not a good thing to be too smart. You always have your own ideas. If you like to tinker, let him go!"

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

It has been half a year since King Zhou worshipped the Nuwa Temple.

"Grandmaster, you are finally willing to come back to see your grandpa!"

At the Yajing Mansion, Bi Gan was very happy to see Yin Hao who was taller.

"Your grandson, I am the wisdom star in heaven. I was born to make my Da Shang more brilliant, so of course I am very busy!" Yin Hao raised his face, and boasted shamelessly, then stepped forward happily and said, "Grandpa, look, what good gifts did I bring to you?"

"Gift?" Bigan looked at the things in Yin Hao's hands and pointed at, "Wild? Black Stone?"

"Hehe!" Yin Hao raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa, come with me!"

He broke into Bigan's study directly.

"I want to see what you're doing?"

Bigan followed.

On the table, Yin Hao spread the yellowed paper and said proudly: "Grandpa, have you seen such things?"

"It looks like silk but not silk, it looks like silk but not silk, it is not linen. It is smooth and soft, but extremely fragile. What is this? I have never seen it before!"

Bigan was quite surprised. He looked carefully and stroked gently, but couldn't tell what was going on.

"Is this paper?"

"Paper? What? The words you created?"

"Grandpa, half a year ago, there was a puddle in the bamboo forest after the rain. When I saw the dry bamboo falling into it, I thought, everything has changed, life has reincarnation, are dead bamboos useless? Apart from being beautiful, can't green bamboos be used for their own use?" Yin Hao said, "I thought, if you don't break or stand, if you break, then you soak bitter bamboos, green bamboos and other things in the puddles until they are rotten, then use lime to remove the smell, mash, rinse, and finally compress it, and it becomes such a thing! It is something that does not exist in the world, but it is also a thread inside bamboo, bark, etc., and it is made by compressing it. One silk is the root and the other is the bearing, which is the paper!"

"In other words, this is something you created in half a year?" Bigan was surprised and raised his thumbs up, "My grandson is the best in the contemporary world. It's amazing, amazing! But what's the use of this thing? It can't be made when it is torn, and clothes cannot be made!"

"Grandpa, you underestimated it now. To put it in a small way, you can wipe your butt and paste the window!"

"You can't say that, it's true, it can improve people's livelihood!"

"Grandpa, come and see, they are the perfect match!"

Yin Hao said, pointing to the ink placed on the table and a brush made with a ponytail.

Before Bigan asked, he poured water and grinded the ink, grabbed the brush, and wrote two words on the paper: Bigan!

"this……!"

Bigan's eyes widened in an instant.

He was the second prime minister of the current dynasty, and was born with a brilliant mind, and was also the legendary Wenquxing in later generations. How smart is that just when he saw these two words, a huge wave broke out in his heart.

After snatching the brush, he wrote a few words in a distorted manner. Although they were ugly and impregnated, he couldn't help but tremble excitedly: "If it is improved, the book will be much lighter than bamboo slips, and it will carry more words. Grandson, is it difficult to make? How much is the price?"

"Bamboo, bark, etc. are all very simple and cheap. As long as you get the method, anyone can complete it. But my grandson just discovered that this method is too rough, and the pen I made of wool is too simple. If you find someone to develop it specifically, you will definitely be able to make fine products. Then, together, together, a book will be combined, how many words can be recorded? It can be popularized, and spread the words to the people, and inherit the civilization of ancient sages!"

"Okay, okay, okay, my grandson is a talented man!" After Bigan was excited, he packed these things and ran out excitedly, "I'll go and let the king see it!"
To be continued...