Dust roots [comprehension]

The spirit stones from ten continents overseas are shining brightly, and the prohibition enveloping the entire room is shining under the strong spiritual energy. In the center of the magic circle, Song Huaichen is sweating through the back of his clothes, his right shoulder is dripping with blood, and the anxiety in his heart has reappeared .

The severe dizziness caused by the separation of the soul made Song Huaichen unable to maintain his meditation posture, and his body fell to the ground. The blue light reflected on his face, making Song Huaichen's pale face even more apparent.

The morning light penetrated through the window lattice, and the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking came into his ears. Song Huaichen heard Huang Yaoshi greeting patients in the medicine hall, and people coming and going in the small courtyard where the herbs were drying.

In the hustle and bustle of the world, under the light of the morning light, the dizziness gradually dissipated, and the familiar anxiety was like a photophobic beast, entrenched in a corner of Song Huaichen's heart, hunched over, pacing, but no longer dared to stretch out its claws.

Song Huaichen made a quick decision, dropped the lock, and locked the beast into the cage.

Then he propped up his body, returned to the meditation posture, and began to consolidate his realm.As for why the soul left the body and floated into the puppet in Lu Tingyun's hand, I haven't had time to think about it yet.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, Song Huaichen felt surprisingly peaceful in his heart. He thought that when he got out of the customs, he should apologize to Huang Yaoshi for his unrestrained speech last night.

Ning Xin is calm, and after entering the meditation, the mind drifts away, like a wisp of light smoke blowing up with the wind.

Colorful clouds linger around, sight is obscured, the sky and the earth are misty, the sound of footsteps on the white jade steps is a slight clatter of gold and stone, and someone approaches in the ring pendant, who asks: "What are you doing?"

Song Huaichen replied, "Practice."

A white jade table emerged from the twilight, and one hand picked up the secret book that was folded on the table: "Zhanchen Jue?" Amid the sound of the paper being turned over, the man said again, "Or is it a broken copy? What is this chicken rib doing?"

"Laojun said that my dust roots are not broken. I flipped through this book and practiced it for fun." Song Huaichen took the book back from the man's hand, "If it still doesn't work, I'm afraid Laojun will kick me into it. nautical mile."

"Then you must remember to practice slowly." The visitor who couldn't see his face clasped his fingers on the stone table, and a chessboard appeared out of thin air.

Song Huaichen stretched out his hand and pressed it, and a chess box appeared under his palm. He lifted the lid—the black piece, and Song Huaichen dropped the piece: "Are you sure that I can't practice well?"

Bai Zi followed a step: "Of course you can't practice the incomplete book, you said it, but it's just for fun. What's more, your name is Huai Chen, how can you forget Chen, let alone chopping dust? Why bother chopping dust?"

"If the root of the dust is not cut, it is difficult to prosper in the immortal way. If your cultivation base is advancing day by day, if one day you are all soaring clean, wouldn't I be lonely? The root of the dust still needs to be cut."

"Who said that immortals don't have emotions and desires?" Zhi Baizi said, "It's okay if you can't practice well. When we all ascend, you will naturally become the suzerain, and Laojun doesn't have to worry about you refusing to take over."

Song Huaichen tapped the chessboard with black stones: "I am the last in cultivation and rank in the bottom, how can I be the suzerain? What does Laojun have in mind for me? I used to travel outside, and when did I not run back to ask for help? You guys Why did the senior brothers and sisters agree?"

"Because being the suzerain is too troublesome." The person who played against Song Huaichen bluntly said, "You come to use your brains, fight and kill us, whoever makes you the weakest in cultivation and the most evil ideas - I win."

The man stretched out his hand and motioned Song Huaichen to look at the five white stones in a line on the chessboard.

They play backgammon.

Backgammon is a silly trick Song Huaichen came up with, if he wants to pass by him, he has to beat him.

It's just a child's game, who wouldn't win?If you miss it for a while, just have another set.

Song Huaichen just wanted to keep a little memory for the past, but in the end he got the evaluation of "too many ghost ideas".

The man threw the sunspots in his hand back into the chess box, clapped his hands and stood up, his white clothes stretched across the floor: "What did you sell this time?"

The colorful clouds dissipate along the white jade steps, and the steps of the steps go up until the end of the sight. The glorious hall stands above it, surrounded by fairy spirit, with three large characters written on the plaque——

Wuxiang Temple.

The visitor and Song Huaichen went up the steps: "The things sold this time may not be available in the hall, so I might ask you to go out and look for them."

"There is nothing in Wuxiang Temple? And why should I, the temple guard, look for it?"

"This time, the guest is looking for a 'one heart', and I want you to find it, naturally because you, Song Huaichen, have not broken your roots."

Yes.

Song Huaichen's consciousness was ups and downs between half asleep and half awake, and finally remembered the reason why he drifted to Heting to watch.

That day, he and his fellow disciples searched through the inventory in the Hall of Wuxiang, but they couldn't find the "one heart" that the customer wanted. During the period, Song Huaichen, who found it troublesome, took several kinds of love potions and asked who The same door, the so-called whether a person's heart can be explained in this way, was ruthlessly rejected.

Then he was kicked into the sea by Laojun.

The old and disrespectful guy shouted on the shore: "Find the 'one heart', by the way, go through the world of mortals, cut off the roots of the dust, and turn into a fairy queen and come back to inherit the suzerainty. I will wait for you, old man."

Song Huaichen was slapped down by the waves and floated up, "You tell me who wants whose heart!"

His colleague who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the temple with him shouted at him: "I don't know either!"

The Temple of Wuxiang does not follow common sense, no matter how illusory things are, they can be found, and the methods of finding them are also strange. Once they find something, the people in the Hall of Wuxiang will have a feeling, and the feeling is so mysterious that fellow disciples nod to each other and use pronouns to refer, When communicating, he looked empathetic, but he couldn't say a word to describe it.

Song Huaichen thought he couldn't sense it, because although he was a member of Wuxiang Hall, he called senior brother and senior sister, but he couldn't call Lao Jun and master - that's why he only had senior brothers and senior sisters, but no senior fellow apprentices.

So even though the old man kept calling for him to inherit the suzerainty, Song Huaichen never took it seriously.Several brothers and sisters who were familiar with him made a fuss, and he was all joking. As for why it was a joke, it was naturally because he was kind to others and got along well with everyone.

So when he was swallowed by the waves again and again, and had to squeeze his spiritual power again and again in order to save himself, causing his realm to drop again and again, he was almost desperate.

Demons are born.

"One person's heart" is just an excuse, and the people in Wuxiang Temple finally got impatient with him, who is eating nothing, and wanted to drive him away.

Surviving a desperate situation, he went to the Heting Pavilion and was rescued by another old man with a white beard. Song Huaichen was grateful, but he could no longer communicate with others like before.

People change abruptly and quickly. On the outside they still look the same, but on the inside they become cold and hard.

Song Huaichen didn't bother to find any "one person's heart" at all, he just muddled along.

By chance, he found more than a dozen pages of Zhanchen Jue, and started to practice it.Perhaps his attitude of not seeking to make progress is in harmony with the way of doing nothing, and his cultivation base has increased rapidly.

Then Song Huaichen found his own way - he prefers to call it his own principle of doing things.

Discuss the facts, not the feelings.

You can make others owe him, but he must never owe others.

"In this way, I can pass my own test and tell myself that I am still a good person."

Chapter 11

Song Huaichen opened his eyes, the spirit gathering array had become dim, and the high-quality spirit stones were flickering, and they were almost exhausted.

The wound on the shoulder had already healed, Song Huaichen pinched his fingers and tried to blow away the blood on his shoulder, but unexpectedly saw the blood on his fingertips, Lu Tingyun's blood.

Contacting the "one person's heart" recalled by the timing, his inexplicable out-of-body experience, and the great talent He Tingwang was looking for, Song Huaichen was startled. Could it be that the two people he was looking for were both Lu Tingyun?

Thinking about it carefully, Song Huaichen refused to think deeply, and glanced at the window lattice, it was pitch black outside, and it was the night when no one was heard.

The restless beast in his heart started roaring again, Song Huaichen reinforced the cage, closed the formation, opened the restraint and walked out.

The patients had all returned home, the curtains in the medicine hall were rolled up, Song Huaichen's sight passed through the main hall filled with medicinal fragrance unobstructed, and landed on Huang Yaoshi who was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard.

Huang Yaoshi was alarmed the moment the restriction was opened. Although he was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes had already been opened, and he looked at Song Huaichen, somewhat surprised: "So fast?"

"It's fine as long as it's so-so." Song Huaichen walked into the courtyard, Huang Yaoshi was sitting, and he sat down as well, "Aren't you in a hurry to come out and apologize to you?"

"Apologize for nothing." Huang Yaoshi didn't care about like a patient, "What's wrong with your shoulder?"

"I can't tell." Song Huaichen lowered his eyes and told the truth.

When Huang Yaoshi said "unbelievable", Song Huaichen said: "I think so too."

"So is what I've seen and heard true?" He asked Huang Yaoshi, "Did you use formations when I retreated? Is what you saw the same as what I saw?"

"When you were attached to the puppet, I tried, but they all failed. I didn't see the picture for the first time until the dawn. Lu Tingyun said, 'How can I make Song Daoyou show up', at that time I I didn’t understand, but now I understand.”

"If what I experienced is true." Song Huaichen pondered, spreading the blood on his hand to Huang Yaoshi's eyes, "Then this is Lu Tingyun's blood."

"That's easy!" Huang Yaoshi grabbed Song Huaichen's hand, "The Gu is in the blood, and I can develop the antidote much faster if there is blood—you never touched a wound with this hand, did you?"

"No. I—" I'm not that self-sacrificing yet.

Song Huaichen swallowed back the second half of the sentence in time, the inner demons that haunted him in the middle of the night were hard to guard against, and an iron fence was obviously not enough.

"—I don't remember that."

"Come with me." Huang Yaoshi held Song Huaichen's hand and entered the medicine hall, took out the medicine bottle from the medicine box, poured the transparent liquid inside into a porcelain bowl, and then dipped Song Huaichen's blood-stained fingers.

The blood was peeled off from Song Huaichen's fingertips and gathered into a single drop at the bottom of the bowl.

Song Huaichen asked: "Is it alright?"

"Okay." Huang Yaoshi's attention was completely attracted by the drop of blood.

Song Huaichen, who had nothing to do, patted away the blood on his shoulder, raised his hand to cast a formation, but the picture cast was blurred, but there was a clear, weak connection in the blurred picture.

It was two completely different strands of spiritual power condensed into a thread, twisted into a thread, Song Huaichen was at one end of the unbroken thread, and Lu Tingyun was at the other end.

The picture is blurry, but the connection is clear, as if to say that if you want to see what happened, go for it yourself.

Song Huaichen thought about the "one heart", thought about the "big talent", thought about all kinds of things he had done in Wuxiang Hall, and without hesitating for too long, he said to Huang Yaoshi to continue the retreat, and locked himself in the room again.

Abbot Shan Yaoshi, who was addicted to blood drops, just waved his hands at him without even raising his head.

Just like last time, set up the gathering spirit formation, cross-legged into meditation, Song Huaichen closed his eyes, opened them, and sure enough, he landed on the little puppet again.

This time the little puppet was not in the wild cat's mouth, but on Lu Tingyun's waist, swaying with his movements.

The dizziness was real and strong, Song Huaichen was very worried that his soul attached to the puppet would be shaken out, so he reached out to hook Lu Tingyun's clothes.

However, Song Huaichen did not carve fingers for the little puppet. The action of "grabbing" is impossible. He can only use two slaps to pinch Lu Tingyun's clothes. The bad thing is that Jianxiu's clothes are so smooth that he caught them several times. , but all slipped.

Song Huaichen became impatient and stretched out his arms to poke Lu Tingyun. The latter finally reacted and untied the puppet from his waist: "Song Daoyou, you've come."

He was obviously on the move, and the surrounding scenery flew by quickly. From the perspective of the puppet, Song Huaichen could only recognize that they were still in the mountains. He heard Lu Tingyun say, "I found someone—see if it's what you're looking for."

Song Huaichen's field of vision is so limited that he can't even fit a bigger tree leaf, let alone a person. He has no idea where the person Lu Tingyun wants him to see is.

At this moment, Lu Tingyun's voice sounded again: "Song Daoyou, why don't you show your body? I'm talking to a puppet, it feels very strange."

Lu Tingyun babbled and talked a lot: "It's also very tiring to hold a puppet."

Of course Song Huaichen wanted to get rid of the puppet state, but he couldn't. If there was any difference from last time, then only Lu Tingyun's blood remained.

But he didn't know how to signal, let the other party smear blood on the puppet—especially when he was still in the puppet—how weird it would be.

When Song Huaichen was struggling, Lu Tingyun suddenly let go.The moment the puppet fell to the ground, Song Huaichen felt that all internal organs were shaken and dislocated.

The state of concentration was broken in an instant, Song Huaichen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped on the Spirit Gathering Formation, and the blue rune was wiped out for a while, and it took two breaths before it was connected again.

After two breaths, Song Huaichen was pulled back into the puppet's body before he could feel the pain in his internal organs.

That weak connection is actually so overbearing.

Song Huaichen flapped his wooden hands and feet, dodging a big foot, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"What is it?" The owner of that foot looked down, the lowered gaze seemed to have substance, sharp and cold like a blade, Song Huaichen, who was very unaccustomed to the current vision, clearly caught it.

Then the blade really came, the cold light cut open the air, and slashed towards Song Huaichen.

Being bitten by a cat with a hole in his shoulder, and vomiting blood when he was dropped, Song Huaichen didn't want to try what would happen to himself when the puppet was cut in half.

Once born and twice familiar, although the puppet is clumsy, it can avoid it after getting used to it. Even if the posture is indecent, even if a layer of sawdust is cut off the arm, Song Huaichen, who rolled under the light of the knife, is still a complete wooden puppet.

It was the aura on the knife that cut off the sawdust. The aura penetrated the wood, and the warmth flowed through the limbs. Song Huaichen's vision suddenly changed. At the same time, he also saw clearly that the person who attacked him was holding a sword instead of a knife. .

Although the aura on the sword was bright, it was full of bloody aura.

Song Huaichen slightly raised his eyebrows: "Magic cultivator?"

His vision returned to normal, and he saw Lu Tingyun leaning on a sword not far away. Blood was bleeding from the corner of the man's mouth, and the aura on the sword was dim. He saw Song Huaichen, smiled, and tightened his hand holding the sword.

"A demon cultivator again?" Song Huaichen asked about his entanglement with Ge Qing.

From the "can't kill" at the beginning, but later "can't kill", returning to the sect and failing to get rid of the Gu, another person ran out, the story in it is complicated enough without thinking about it.

The Demon Cultivator holding the Blood Fiend Sword was wearing a black cloak, and his whole body was shrouded in blood light: "Again? You have entered the territory of the Demon Cultivator, so naturally there will be more and more."

"Although I don't know what you are," Mo Xiu frivolously pointed two points in the direction of Song Huaichen with the tip of his sword, "but it looks much more delicious than that sword repair covered in poisonous insects."

He sneaked to the side, and found that Song Huaichen, who was still able to "pierce through trees", had no nervousness: "Actually, I have always been curious, why does the magic cultivator have to wrap himself up tightly? Is it because they are too shabby?" ?”

Moxiu gave a strange smile: "Do you want to take a look?"

He flung himself at Song Huaichen, but suddenly the sword light flashed on his back, Moxiu couldn't dodge in time, half of his shoulder was cut off, sticky blood rolled down the edge of the black robe, and the arm that fell on the ground quickly rotted, and the red mist rose There was only one bone left on the ground.

The red mist filled the air, Lu Tingyun's face suddenly changed, and he spurted out a mouthful of purple-black blood.

Moxiu's blood mist is highly poisonous to orthodox monks, and the same is true for Song Huaichen.The man flew back, dodging the splashing blood, and slapped with one hand, which was a movement, but his body was empty, with no spiritual power to use.

Seeing that Song Huaichen's blow fell to the ground, his complexion became extremely bad, Moxiu laughed loudly: "That Jianxiu is not far from death, I will finish you first!"

The bloody aura blowing towards his face was as sharp as a knife, but it didn't have the corrosive feeling unique to the magic cultivator's attack.

However, Lu Tingyun's performance proved that the other party was indeed a demon cultivator, and his internal organs were corroded with just one breath.

Song Huaichen couldn't feel it, so he had a bad expression. The bloody spiritual power was still drilling into his body, filling his dry meridians, so his expression was extremely bad.

Moxiu used the blood mist to form hands and grabbed Song Huaichen. Lu Tingyun hissed, "Get out of here!"

"Don't hide."

Song Huaichen didn't hide, just waved his sleeves, the bloody hand collapsed, and the blood mist hit the shore like a sea wave, and he counterattacked instantly!

Moxiu's body was smashed to pieces and turned into blood!

Song Huaichen waved his sleeves again, the momentum was gone, the blood mist was dense, but it was like silk, quiet and without deterrent force.

A black robe and a few white bones remained on the ground.

Lu Tingyun no longer felt the burning sensation in his breathing, swallowed the blood in his throat anyway, and reluctantly raised his head to look at Song Huaichen.

The man in white walked out of the blood mist, his whole body was clean.

Lu Tingyun suddenly laughed.

Song Huaichen frowned at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I think what you said just now is interesting, asking Moxiu if he is beautiful or ugly."

Song Huaichen said, "I'm just delaying you so that you can draw the sword."

"Then I should laugh at our tacit understanding."

"If we really have such a tacit understanding," Song Huaichen looked at him: "Then I think you haven't asked what you want to ask the most, and you are probably right?"

Lu Tingyun hugged the sword and sat on the ground loosely: "The Moxiu who doesn't know beauty and ugliness is right. I'm probably going to die soon."

"Since you're about to die, there's nothing to be afraid of, Brother Song," Lu Tingyun stopped calling Song Huaichen a fellow Taoist, "Do you not know that you are a demon cultivator, or are you really not a demon cultivator?"

Chapter 12

It is still the environment of the mountains, and it is still midnight.

Song Huaichen, dressed in white, was so clean and bright that he could almost see light in the wilderness night of late autumn.

"Last time we met, you said I was a ghost cultivator." The man in white squatted down in front of Lu Tingyun, the hem of his robe brushing the ground, making a rustling sound on the dry grass. "This time, I became a demon cultivator? What a day!" Not as good as a day."

"Ghost cultivator Yin Sha, demon cultivator fierce Sha, the two are not the same." Lu Tingyun changed his voice, "You can touch things now."

Song Huaichen ignored the second part of his sentence: "I know the difference between a ghost cultivator and a demon cultivator. The question is why do you think I am a demon cultivator? Is it because I will not be corroded by demon energy?"

Lu Tingyun turned his head and coughed: "I found out that you appear by devouring blood."

He looked back at Song Huaichen, his eyes open and fearless: "Last time, it was my blood, a drop on my fingertips that made you appear for a very short time, but now, you swallowed the blood essence of Moxiu , not only appearing in form, but also touching the real thing.”

Song Huaichen didn't speak.

One was driven to a desperate situation by the demon cultivator, and the other crushed the demon cultivator to ashes with a wave of his sleeve. The latter did not speak, but the former did not feel uneasy.

Lu Tingyun smiled and said, "You're not going to kill me just because I exposed your identity as a demon cultivator?"

Song Huaichen replied: "If I am really a demon cultivator, shouldn't it be you who want to kill me?"

"Not to mention whether I can kill or not now." Lu Tingyun said slowly, "I'm not a madman who kills every demon cultivator I see."

"As long as Moxiu doesn't kill innocent people in front of my eyes, and doesn't think about taking my life, I will treat him as an ordinary monk."

"You treat Moxiu as an ordinary monk, but Moxiu may not necessarily see you that way."

"That's the problem." Lu Tingyun took a breath, not concealing his weakness at all, "They attacked first because they wanted my life, so I naturally have to fight back."

"So the question now is, Brother Song, do you want to kill me?"

"I don't want to." Song Huaichen said honestly, "I should have saved you. Although it doesn't seem to be successful, logically, you still have to repay the favor."

Lu Tingyun said "That's right" and asked Song Huaichen what he wanted him to do.

"No matter what I want you to do, it is on the premise that you are alive, so I will not kill you." Song Huaichen changed the topic back.

"You told me before, you found someone? Where is he?"

Lu Tingyun motioned Song Huaichen to look back: "Here comes the man."

A flying sword moved across the night without a sound, brushed away the leafless branches, and stopped lightly and delicately three feet above the ground.

On the sword stood a monk with fluttering robes, and a boy with a pale face.

Lu Tingyun saw Song Huaichen frowned slightly, like erratic mist touching the surface of the water, causing ripples, gaining real weight, showing some popularity.

He said that he had no feelings for the people in Yingshan Lake, but when he saw people, his heart was not touched after all.

After all, when the children left, he personally admitted that "reluctant".

Song Huaichen was fussy, calculating what to give and what to get, in the final analysis it was because he cared too much.

He reached out his hand to the child very naturally: "Bai Jian."

The boy who stood on the flying sword couldn't stop shaking, but tried not to touch the clothes of the friar Yujian's mouth flattened, but he held back his tears.

Bai Jian grabbed the hands that were stretched out to him.The man's hand was warm and steady, Bai Jian's legs went limp, and she fell off the flying sword.

Song Huaichen caught him.

Cultivator Yujian flicked a beautiful sword flower, sheathed the sword, and cupped his hands at Lu Tingyun: "Senior Brother Lu."

"Junior Brother Wu." Lu Tingyun nodded to him, struggled a bit and failed to stand up. He glanced at Song Huaichen who was supporting the white slip, and asked casually, "Brother Song, can you still free your hand to help me?" a handful?"

Song Huaichen glanced at him, asked Bai Jian to pull one of his sleeves, and really stretched out a hand towards Lu Tingyun.

Lu Tingyun held Song Huaichen's arm and used his strength to stand up.The man who was hit by the Gu and was seriously injured by Moxiu couldn't stand still. He leaned his weight on a tree beside him, and then let go of Song Huaichen's hand.

Lu Tingyun was covered in wounds and blood, and Song Huaichen's white clothes were not spared.

"Wu Busheng, my junior brother." Lu Tingyun introduced the people on both sides.

The thin Jianxiu with a rigid expression bowed his hands to Song Huaichen, his eyes paused for a moment on the blood on Song Huaichen's cuff.

"Song Huaichen." Lu Tingyun thought for a while before introducing, "My benefactor."

Hearing these words, the slender Wu Busheng bent down sharply like a bamboo pole broken by the wind, and bowed to Song Huaichen: "Thank you, senior, for sending Senior Brother Lu back to the sect."

"It's a little effort." Song Huaichen saluted back, brushing his fingers over his cuffs, and the blood on the white clothes was wiped away.

Wu Busheng's gaze swept away habitually, and he was taken aback when he saw Song Huaichen's clean cuffs, and his expression relaxed unconsciously: "I just took this child to Yingshan Lake."

The word "Yingshan Lake" made Bai Jian's hand holding Song Huaichen's sleeve tightly.

"I met a huge formation." Wu Busheng's tone was as flat as his expression, "At least it can block the attack of Jindan's early stage attack. But the child can come and go without hindrance."

These words were obviously addressed to Lu Tingyun.

Song Huaichen raised his hand to caress Bai Jian's head, covered his sight with his wide sleeves, and gave the child a sense of security similar to "a leaf covering his eyes". Half of his words were asking about the two monks of Yizong, and half He was asking Bai Jian: "Did you find this one child? What about the others?"

"Other people." Wu Busheng glanced at the blood mist and asked, "How many other people are there?"

Lu Tingyun interrupted their conversation: "Junior Brother Wu."

"Besides me, there are 37 people." A trembling voice came from behind Song Huaichen's sleeve, "They are dead...a lot of them have died."

"The child told us that he heard the faint sound of reading that night, and he followed the sound in a daze, regardless of the night. When he woke up, he saw Moxiu sucking the spirit of his fellow countrymen."

Under Lu Tingyun's disapproving eyes, Wu Busheng finally issued a formula to seal Bai Jian's hearing: "When I arrived, the magic cultivator's banquet was at its climax. His fellow countrymen, the spiritual power in the bodies of those mortals— —”

Song Huaichen couldn't help interrupting: "Spiritual power?"

"That's right, spiritual power." Lu Tingyun interjected, "Yingshan Lake people are not beneficial to ordinary people at first glance, but after being opened, they are more like a furnace."

Bai Jian was disturbed by the sudden loss of hearing, Song Huaichen patted his head to comfort him.

The child stared at Song Huaichen closely, treating him as the last straw. The man's face remained unmoved, and his tone of surprise revealed: "The furnace? What kind of banquet did you see? The so-called opening is opening the ladle. still--"

Wu Busheng replied, "It's the latter."

"A mortal is a mortal after all. After being harvested by the demon, the energy was exhausted, and we couldn't save it." Wu Busheng frowned, "Because this child was delayed, we couldn't stop the demon from escaping."

Song Huaichen: "No one stopped?"

Wu Busheng raised his eyebrows: "I didn't stop one of them."

"what about others?"

Wu Busheng pressed the hilt of his sword: "Cut it off."

"But the one who escaped took a girl." Lu Tingyun added.

Song Huaichen didn't ask what the girl looked like: "Moxiu said we entered their territory, so they must have a base camp here——Where did Moxiu go?"

Wu Sheng said succinctly: "West, Hu Shecheng."

Song Huaichen pondered for a while: "Where are you two going next?"

Wu Busheng looked at Lu Tingyun inquiringly.

The latter glanced at Song Huaichen: "It's all up to Brother Song to decide."

Song Huaichen was surprised: "Me?"

"Exactly." Lu Tingyun nodded, "I'm here to look for you, Brother Song. Since I found you, of course it's all up to you."

"This is not a place to talk." Moxiu's blood mist has not dissipated, and the smell is pungent. Wu Busheng's patience has reached the limit, "If you want to go to the city, go quickly. Brother Lu has to find an inn to adjust your breath."

"Then go to Hushe City." Song Huaichen patted the charm on Bai Jian's body, pushed the child to Wu Sheng's place, "Please Daoist Wu take Bai Jian," and then extended his hand to Lu Tingyun, "Fellow Daoist Lu."

Lu Tingyun moved his lips, looking at his expression that he wanted to refuse, but he hesitated for a while, and still held Song Huaichen's hand.

"Please ask Daoist Wu to lead the way."

Wu Busheng nodded, put Bai Jian on the flying sword, and flew into the sky.

Song Huaichen lightly tapped the ground, put a support on Lu Tingyun's arm, and led the person up, moving slowly but extremely fast, closely following behind Wu Busheng.

Lu Tingyun let out a "huh" and said with a smile, "Brother Song... With your cultivation level, should I call you Brother Song, or Patriarch Song?"

Song Huaichen didn't understand: "How to say?"

Lu Tingyun: "Above the establishment of the foundation, you can fly with the magic weapon. It is to send spiritual energy to things, and what you control is a tangible thing. And flying in the sky is to turn the invisible into form. Feng Xu's flying in the sky is not far from flying."

Song Huaichen's answer was this: "I don't use weapons in the formulas I practice. I have learned the art of controlling the sky since the beginning, and it has nothing to do with the realm."

He glanced at Lu Tingyun: "Naturally, my current cultivation level is still higher than yours."

Amidst the whistling wind, his voice changed: "But Fellow Daoist Lu, what do you mean by saying that you came here just to find me?"

"It's a long story, so I'll try to keep it short." Lu Tingyun's complexion was extremely gloomy, but he still had a smile on his face, and his tone couldn't match the heavy loss. After my brother sent me back to the sect, the sect leader was shocked, and immediately sent a letter to Yaoshigu to inquire, but before the reply came, Ge Gen, the vice-master of Yaoshigu, came to the door aggressively with Ge Qing."

"What's the relationship between Ge Gen and Ge Qing?"

"Mother and son."

"Mother and son?" Song Huaichen, "From the mother's surname, to marry? Is this kudzu root a strong woman?"

"Exactly." Lu Tingyun coughed and paused before answering, "If you are a little bird, you can't come to ask for an explanation without bringing your husband."

"What did they come to ask for an explanation? Are they turning black and white?" Song Huaichen asked immediately.

Lu Tingyun's tone was not obvious, but the meaning in the words was very clear.

"Ge Qing broke his arm, saying that I had a quarrel with him and ordered the killer, forcing him to use the poisonous medicine of bone erosion."

"The antidote for Ge Gendao Bone Fragrance Fragrance can be given, but before giving the antidote, I must give an explanation. Ge Qing's broken arm cannot be regenerated. In the future, acupuncture and medicine, and even the cultivation of fighting skills will be affected, and most of his future has been ruined. "

"How should I give this statement? Do you want to pay him with a broken arm?" Song Huaichen made a random guess, but Lu Tingyun said "Yes."

"I once received Ge Qing's palm, and there is a demonic energy in my meridians, which I can't see normally..." The meridians on the wound on the broken arm were cut off, and the demonic energy naturally dissipated.

Song Huaichen sneered: "It's really cruel."

Chapter 13

Lu Tingyun continued: "The devilish energy in Ge Qing's body is restrained very well, and it doesn't let out even a single drop. With the Deputy Valley Master of Medicine Master Valley by his side, I can't let him show his flaws no matter what. It's impossible for me to cut off my own arm. -"

Song Huaichen interrupted: "But your head has been shaken? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"Extremely true." This time, Lu Tingyun paused for a longer time, "The head of the sect has asked for medicine from the Valley of the Alchemist. Unfortunately, my master and the head of the sect are estranged, and they happen to be in retreat."

"You don't want to break your arm, and you can't disobey the head of the sect, so you escaped and came to find me because you thought I could save you and detoxify you—" He remembered telling Lu Tingyun that someone could do it for you. When he detoxified, Lu Tingyun asked "Is that person you?"

"—Or came to look for Ge Qing's broken arm?"

After Song Huaichen finished speaking, it took about three or four breaths before Lu Tingyun said "both".

The four words trembled, and then they were followed by an earth-shattering cough.

Severely injured by poisoning, he lost a lot of blood under both qi and blood loss, his body's spiritual energy was lost, and he couldn't suppress the Gu worms. When he was fighting against the demon cultivator, he was at the end of his strength. Lu Tingyun had lasted until now, and finally reached his limit.

The majestic city gate is far away, and the animal heads decorated on the tower are ferocious, with the characteristics of the demon sect. However, at a glance, the monks coming in and out of the gate of the city include righteous path, demon cultivators and demons.

Song Huaichen sealed several big orifices on Lu Tingyun's body, and before Wu Busheng turned back, he had already stepped parallel to him: "Find an inn."

Wu Beisheng was horrified by Song Huaichen's speed, looking at the man with vigilance, he hesitated and said, "I'll take my brother."

Song Huaichen said blankly, "Since you are looking for me, you have to trust me."

Lu Tingyun held on to his clarity: "Junior brother, trust him."

Wu Busheng glanced at them, and then turned his head to look behind him. Although Bai Jian was trembling with fright, she sensed Wu Busheng's hostility towards Song Huaichen, and still stared at him fiercely like a wolf cub.

Qingshou Jianxiu pressed the flying sword and landed not far from the city gate: "Cover your face, follow me, and wait until I say it's okay before making a sound."

The city gate guards were all demon cultivators. They saw three orthodox monks and a child who had not yet entered the Tao. Their eyes were not friendly, but they did not stop them. Lu Tingyun, who was seriously injured and dying, did not attract any attention.In the city where Taoism, demons, and demons live together, life and death are staged every day.

After successfully entering the inn, Song Huaichen's white clothes were already stained with blood, Wu Busheng frowned deeply, pushed Bai Jian on the chair, said "wait", and looked at Song Huaichen.

There was unconcealable worry in the thin and thin sword repairer's eyes, and the undiminished vigilance towards Song Huaichen, his politeness was only because Lu Tingyun believed it.What Wu couldn't believe was only Lu Tingyun.

He was worried and vigilant, staring closely, his knuckles turned white, but he didn't stretch out his hands or move his feet, which was completely contradictory.

Lu Tingyun was hovering on the verge of coma, but he always maintained the last sliver of sobriety. He knew that this was not a miracle, and it had nothing to do with his willpower. It was because Song Huaichen sent weak spiritual power into his body to protect his heart. pulse.

Lu Tingyun's voice was low and weak, thanking him sincerely: "Brother Song, I'm sorry."

Song Huaichen chuckled: "I was able to take shape because of your blood and protect the Dharma for you. I took it from you and used it for you. Don't worry about it."

Lu Tingyun was completely supported by Song Huaichen. When the latter helped him to lie down on the couch, he whispered in his ear: "Besides, I also have something to ask of you."

Song Huaichen felt that this was not funny, but Lu Tingyun just smiled: "Brother Song, you are really an interesting person."

The smiles of the severely wounded were bright, with the smell of sunshine. Hu Shecheng lived in a mixed, smoky atmosphere, and the inn room also smelled of filth, so Lu Tingyun's smile looked fresh and clean.

Song Huaichen's breathing paused for a clean smile covered in blood.