Dust roots [comprehension]

Chen raised his head, and his ordinary eyes were like the water in Yingshan Lake, quiet and deep, containing the unknown past.The smile on Lu Tingyun's face froze.

Song Huaichen turned his head and asked Huang Yaoshi: "I'm going to ask those two children if they will come with us, are you willing to take them?"

"Why don't you want to, more people are lively." Huang Yaoshi laughed, enlivening the atmosphere, "We went out together to enter the rivers and lakes."

Bai Jian had the idea of ​​protecting Yingshan Lake in his heart, Song Huaichen asked him, he hesitated, and finally nodded.After coming into contact with Xiu, he deeply realized his own weakness.

Ah Wan was different. She neither wanted to reject Song Huaichen nor leave her grandmother. After hearing Song Huaichen's question, she ran home and hugged Grandma Sun and cried.

Grandma Sun found out why Ah Wan was crying, and after coaxing the little girl, she came to Song Huaichen: "Mr. Song, take Ah Wan away, I'm old and I can't protect her for a long time, I don't want her to be the second white girl." simple."

Lu Tingyun opened his mouth and blocked it: "Grandma Sun, although it was Brother Song who spoke, in fact Ah Wan is learning from me, and I am the one who should call her 'Master'. Cultivation of immortality is all about chance, I want you to love me. If the little girl doesn't want to, we won't take her away."

"But, what do children know? There is a huge opportunity in front of her. If she is ignorant and gives up, she will definitely regret it when she grows up! Then she will blame my old lady for dragging her down!"

"A child knows everything, who knows who is good to her." Song Huaichen poured a cup of tea for Grandma Sun, "That's why she doesn't want to leave."

Lu Tingyun followed Song Huaichen, with a white face and a red face: "If Ah Wan grows up and disregards the kindness of her upbringing and complains to you, the Dao of Cultivation will not tolerate her."

Not daring to be persuaded or coaxed by Grandma Sun, Ah Wan always refused to say that she was willing to go with Song Huaichen and the others. The child's intuition was amazing, and the little girl knew very well that this departure was not "you can come back at any time" as the grandmother said, but There is no coming back.

The people of Yingshan Lake noticed that Song Huaichen and the others were going to leave from Granny Sun's actions. They had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. They were vigilant and grateful for the three outsiders, and prepared a farewell gift for them with complicated emotions.

However, before they were ready, there was no one in Huang Yaoshi's medicine hall, and the departure of the three was as abrupt as their appearance.

Pingyang is thousands of miles away from Yingshan Lake, a little farther than Guiyizong.

No matter how far the distance is in Song Huaichen's amulet, it is only a breath of time.

The warm, humid and sweltering heat that is unique to the southeast water town suddenly envelops people, and the few people who just came from the west are somewhat unaccustomed to it.

What they were not used to was not only the weather, but also the bustling crowd of monks and the bustle of people.

The city gate of Pingyang is towering, without too many decorations, simple and elegant, and the exquisite arc evoked by the eaves of the turrets of the city gate is the unique gracefulness of the water town.

"This place is different from Hushe City. Fighting is prohibited in the city. If you violate the rules, you will be imprisoned in the prison within a moment. The legend of the highest cultivation level among the monks defending the city has reached the level of transformation, and will not be born. Old senior, it is said that a long time ago, a Nascent Soul used his own cultivation to run amok in the city, and he was slapped out of his wits by Tianwai's palm."

While paying the entrance fee of three low-grade spirit stones, Lu Tingyun introduced the others in a low voice.

Song Huaichen suppressed Yuan Ying's cultivation base to the early stage of Jindan, slightly lower than Lu Tingyun, and laughed when he heard this: "Is this warning me?"

Lu Tingyun also laughed: "How dare I."

Lu Tingyun's shop is located at the intersection of two avenues, the one from south to north is flanked by various shops, the one from west to east is divided by the intersection with the north-south road, and there are various restaurants and shops on the west side. The east side has been turned into residential buildings.

The pavement has two floors, the second floor is an attic, and the stairs take up half of the area, which can only be used to store sundries.

Song Huaichen looked around and said with experience, "It's a suitable position to open a dim sum shop."

Lu Tingyun didn't know anything about it, so he tried his best to recall the layout of the shops at the foot of Xiagui Yizong Mountain: "The shop is in the front, and people live in the back?"

"Yes." Song Huaichen walked around the yard, "You can grow herbs and vegetables in the yard. When the business grows in the future, it's best to buy the two yards next to it."

"Are you really seriously planning how to open a dim sum shop?" Huang Yaoshi felt incredible, "You can't afford the yards on both sides now?"

When the gods from the ten continents overseas came to the mortal world, no matter how poor they were, they became utterly rich.

"Anyway, I'm free." Song Huaichen deliberately added the subject of "I", "The cultivation you should practice, the alchemy you should refine, and making snacks, you can't help much."

This makes sense.Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun thought at the same time.

Bai Jian hesitated for a while: "Mr. Song, I can help."

Song Huaichen patted his head: "You practice hard, don't worry about other things."

Song Huaichen doesn't need other people's help to make snacks, but Song Huaichen doesn't plan to do it all by himself.

We are all monks, so we don't need to do it ourselves, a few formulas are enough.

At the intersection of thoroughfare, people come and go, watching the long-closed shop door open, there are bursts of spiritual power fluctuations inside, passers-by, and monks living nearby all looked back, and saw that several monks did not look like People who are difficult to get along with usually ask a few questions, such as where are you from, are you planning to live here, look at the layout of the house, are you planning to open a shop?

The pharmacists on Fangzhang Mountain showed their aloofness and aloofness at this time, busy with the things in hand—actually, there were not many things—pretending not to hear. Bai Jian heard it, but she didn’t dare to answer because she thought she was not the one who made the decisions. So only Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun were left, and they answered the questions one by one. Lu Tingyun said that they came from the Guiyi sect, and they had a backing behind them, so it was easier to gain a foothold. Besides, this was his master's shop, and it was only a matter of time to find out who he was. , can't hide it at all.

Song Huaichen said that he planned to open a dim sum shop, people lived in the back, and if there was anything going on in the shop in front, he could hear it from the back.

Some people complimented you and said that it is too inferior to do business with your cultivation base.

Facing strangers, Song Huaichen's answer was much more dignified. He said that entering the world is not a kind of practice?Furthermore, opening a snack shop was his wish when he was a mortal. Now that he has the opportunity to realize it, he will naturally not let it go. It is also a long-cherished wish, which is beneficial to his practice.

It only took half a day to clean up the shop. The three men picked and picked in their sumeru bags, and made up a room full of living utensils.It is said that it is a living utensil, but it is just a few futons and a few teapots, it is very simple.

"It looks much more presentable." Lu Tingyun looked around and said with a smile. He arranged it by himself and felt satisfied.

Song Huaichen was especially dissatisfied, he worked out the formula, paved a curved gravel path on the mud floor of the backyard, and then pressed down a flat stone in the center of the backyard, and placed stone tables and chairs on it.

"Put up a pergola later, plant some red vines, and enjoy the coolness in it in summer."

Huang Yaoshi immediately said: "The vermillion vines can be used to brew honey into vegetables, and the fruits can be used as medicine. There are many kinds of them. Let them climb all over the pergola. When they bloom, they look like waterfalls. They are beautiful and shady."

Bai Jian asked blankly: "What is Zhu Teng?"

"Zhuteng is a plant with purple flowers..." Huang Yaoshi's explanation was interrupted by Song Huaichen, who only said three words, but it made the young boy suddenly realize.

Song Huaichen said, "Wisteria."

Huang Yaoshi choked: "Yes, Wisteria."

The red vines in the mortal world are indeed called by this name. There is no wisteria in Yingshan Lake, but a lot of them grow in the wild outside the village. Huang Yaoshi has seen it through the eyes of domesticated small animals, and heard the villagers call it this name.

It's just that the monk was used to Zhu Teng's address, so he couldn't react for a while.

Then Song Huaichen's reaction seemed strange. A man who wants to open a shop and loves to be a carpenter sometimes looks more like a erudite mortal than a monk.

After finishing the arrangement of the large pieces, Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun jointly set up a defensive formation. In the city where the monks lived, every household had such a cover. Lu Tingyun arranged it so that the formation of their shop would not be obtrusive. Song Huaichen assisted from the side, which seemed ordinary The magic circle is much stronger than it looks.

What Song Huaichen wanted to open was a dim sum shop, but when he finished sorting out his daily necessities, he neither looked for a firewood, rice, oil, salt shop, nor went to other restaurants in the city to check out the market. The monks didn't need to eat, and the three of them didn't have pot in their sumeru bags. For bowls and pans, Song Huaichen was not in a hurry, instead of buying finished products, he drew drawings and went to woodworking shops and ironware shops to order them.

Lu Tingyun watched him draw drawings one by one from the side. The man depicted those utensils with simple lines, and his smooth strokes carried the rhythm like symbols.He saw not only cooking utensils in the drawings, but also some incomprehensible parts.

Lu Tingyun glanced at Song Huaichen who was concentrating on it, but didn't ask what it was.

The craftsmen in woodworking shops and ironware shops don't even ask. Although carpenters and blacksmiths are monks, their cultivation is only enough to handle the good materials in the cultivation world. In the cultivation world, there are many customers with strange requests. The weirder the request, the more it is linked to the cultivation base and the magic weapon. They have long been used to holding back their curiosity and working with one mind.

Anyway, no matter what the guests want to do, they can't find tricks in Pingyang City. With this guarantee, it is enough for them.

Chapter 34

Song Huaichen was not in a hurry, waiting for the custom-made things to be completed, and had nothing to do in the next few days.

Yaoshi Huang is very busy. Pingyang has gathered a large number of monks, so there will naturally be many pharmacists and medicinal materials. The mortal world is isolated from the ten continents overseas, but this land lacking in spiritual power can still cultivate a large number of monks. The efforts of mortal monks are naturally a merit. It is indispensable, but the promoting effect of the elixir should not be underestimated. Huang Yaoshi had already found many exquisite formulas after a rough scan in several herbal medicine shops. I didn't eat any food, and I really went to the point where I forgot to eat and sleep.

Song Huaichen finally saw the madness of the abbot's mountain medicine masters in him.

Lu Tingyun said that he wanted to wait until he saw the dim sum shop open before leaving, Song Huaichen thought it made sense: "Don't be in a hurry, you should first consolidate your cultivation."

Lu Tingyun thought for a while: "That's right."

It only took one night for him to retreat and consolidate his cultivation. Early in the morning, Song Huaichen planted seeds in the yard, and when he noticed that the restriction was opened, he couldn't help being surprised: "So fast?"

At that time, the sky had just dawned, and the morning light was twilight, and Jianxiu in white, who had indeed consolidated his cultivation, had a sense of mystery of a complete advancement, Tao and heaven, and the cold light at dawn coated his body with a soft light color , the white clothes reflect light, giving birth to the golden color that has not yet jumped from the towering city walls.

Because of that layer of soft light, Lu Tingyun became the only warm color under the cold morning light. Song Huaichen looked at him, but couldn't take his eyes away. As far as he could see, he was smiling.

"I'm re-entering Jindan, so I'm naturally faster than ordinary people." Lu Tingyun replied.

He looked at what Song Huaichen was doing: "It seems that there is still some time before the dim sum shop opens."

Lu Tingyun picked up the teachings to Bai Jian, so the young boy got busy and didn't have any free time.

Song Huaichen was also forced to get busy. Lu Tingyun's cultivation base was solid, his spiritual power flowed freely, and he was more comfortable practicing swordsmanship. He had gained a new level of comprehension about the nameless swordsmanship Song Huaichen gave, which he didn't comprehend when he was at Yingshan Lake. Lu Tingyun pulled Song Huaichen to fight each other, he wanted to try the power of the moves, and asked the master of this exercise to see if he practiced it correctly.

There are monks all around, it is not suitable to practice anywhere, the pergola has not been set up, the seeds planted have not germinated, the backyard is spacious, Song Huaichen removed the stone tables and chairs, and the two stood on the bluestone board in the center to fight each other. In the middle of the sword qi, Song Huaichen raised his hand and waved his sleeves, still did not use any weapons, and did not use the dust-cutting formula of foreign objects to be suppressed. There was no sword mark left on the slate, and the seeds in the mud slept peacefully.

Even though his cultivation base was a few levels lower than Lu Tingyun's, Song Huaichen could still suppress Bai Yijianxiu to death, and he practiced the counter move into a powerful move.

Lu Tingyun also saw it, and after a "tsk", he slashed out with his sword, intending to turn against the guest.

Song Huaichen pressed down the palm of his hand, and the cyan light streaked across the air in a clear trajectory, swallowing the white sword light silently, and he patted it with the other hand, and the bitter spiritual wind rushed straight to Lu Tingyun's face, forcing the sword repairman to retreat To block, use a backhand sword!

The sky was gradually getting brighter, Bai Jian woke up from the slumber, and noticed the movement in the backyard. The young boy naturally went to see what happened, but after seeing it, he couldn't move his feet anymore. Moving up and down, the spiritual light splashed, and the morning light was crumpled.

Lu Tingyun was dressed in white, and Song Huaichen also put back on the white clothes of Wuxiangdian. They jumped up, and their strikes were like thunder or light flocs. The meager spiritual power in his body boiled unsteadily, but he couldn't bear to look away.

This is the fairy.

It was the first time the young boy had such an understanding.

Song Huaichen's little tactic when revealing his identity, Lu Tingyun's sword in Yingshan Lake without spiritual power but still sharp, for young people who have just entered the Tao, after all, they are less touching.

Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun naturally knew that Bai Jian was coming, but the fight was in full swing, and no one stopped, not even giving Bai Jian a look.

Lu Tingyun was finally able to use his spiritual power comfortably, and this fight was a bit addictive. Song Huaichen was the same, because his cultivation base fell to Yuan Ying, but he could breathe well. use.At this moment, he can be regarded as going all out and playing heartily.

Not long after, Huang Yaoshi also came. He looked at Bai Jian who was dumbfounded and trembling slightly in the spiritual power of the two, then looked at the two men in the middle of the yard who were beating themselves ecstatically, and patted the young man. After forming a barrier, he turned and left.

After a while, he came back with soybean milk and fried dough sticks, forced one to Bai Jian, and stood beside him, eating while watching.

When the two finally finished their fight and stopped, both Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun were sweating profusely and panting.

No matter how good the "Zhan Chen Jue" is, Song Huaichen used low cultivation to restrain high cultivation, always dominated, and consumed a lot.Lu Tingyun didn't say anything, in front of Song Huaichen, he had been pressed and beaten all the time, so he was naturally tired.

One of them had a smile on their lips, and the other had bright eyes. They obviously looked very tired, but none of them felt tired, and they were in a good mood.

Song Huaichen made a trick, washed off his stinky sweat, looked at the sky, it was already noon, and Huang Yaoshi and Bai Jian, who had been watching from the morning, hadn't left yet.

Huang Yaoshi was holding the long-empty soybean milk bowl in his hand, and Bai Jian's fritters were completely cold, so he didn't even take a bite.

"Let's go out and eat."

Song Huaichen greeted them.

Although all monks live in Pingyang City, most of them are not cultivated enough to do bigu. There are many restaurants of all kinds, and the same is true in Shizhou overseas, but what surprised Song Huaichen is that it is different from the restaurants in Shizhou that have a fairy spirit. Well, what the monks eat in Pingyang City is mostly mortal dishes, such as soy milk fritters, steamed buns and steamed buns.

Song Huaichen was surprised, but Lu Tingyun thought it was normal, didn't all monks come from the mortal world?Naturally, he loves food in the mortal world. Moreover, most of those with higher cultivation bases in Pingyang City have already reached their respective peaks, unable to advance any further, and take a step back to enjoy offerings. It won't be very high, and there are many kinds of food in the mortal world. You couldn't eat it when you were practicing in the early years, but now of course you have to try it all.

"The mortal-style food in Pingyang City is made of spiritual plants, and there is no harm in eating it. As the largest monk town in Shizhou in China, the food in the city can be described as dazzling, many of which cannot be found in other places. Yes, there are quite a few monks who come here specially to try something new." Lu Tingyun said to Song Huaichen, "Brother Song is good at crafting, so if you open a shop here, you won't have to worry about running out of business."

There was a lot of food in the city, and Song Huaichen was too lazy to cook by himself, so he took the three of them to eat a few meals in the city, and had an intuitive understanding of the cooking level of this town: "I dare not accept your compliment." He said so, But he didn't seem too worried, the man was more concerned about a word that Lu Tingyun inadvertently said, "Ten continents in the sea?"

Lu Tingyun stretched out his fingers and gestured in the air: "The land we are in is called Zhongzhou, surrounded by the sea on all sides, in the four directions of east, west, north, south, there are nine pieces of land each, and there are monks and mortals living on them, living habits, and cultivation methods. It's a little bit different than what we have here."

"The sea that separates the ten continents is blowing with hurricanes all year round. Ordinary monks can't cross it. Unless you cultivate to the realm of refining the void, or take a cloud boat that sails down from the fairyland once a thousand years, you can reach another continent."

"I have read many classics, but there is no clear record about the Ten Continents in the Sea," Lu Tingyun changed the subject, "So I think this kind of statement is not very credible, just like the emperor of the mortal dynasty claimed that the whole world is the land of the king, Thinking of myself as the master of this world, it is ridiculous to be a frog in a well. It is unreasonable to think that my 'Central Continent' is in the center and the most prosperous, after all, no one has gone out to see it."

"The great power of refining the void will not come back after ascending. The legendary cloud boat in the fairy world arrives once in a thousand years, and the monk's lifespan is only a few hundred years. I don't know which senior master was lucky enough to see it, and the legend has been left since then. "

The group had already sat down in the private seats of the restaurant, Lu Tingyun's words were nothing more than idle chatter at the dinner table, but Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi didn't think so.

Compared with Lu Tingyun, the mouth of the well where the two frogs are located is larger.

Huang Yaoshi picked up the peanuts from the store and ate them, and sent a voice transmission to Song Huaichen: "There may not be ten continents in the sea, but Penglai does have Yunzhou."

Penglai is the head of the ten overseas continents. At the once-in-a-thousand-year event, no matter whether it is the host or not, it will contribute more than other countries, and this contribution is on the cloud boat.

Those who want to take advantage of the sea storm to go to other continents are naturally not the only monks who are cultivated enough to cross the vast sea alone and go to the conference to compete. Empresses of the powerful, merchants, and other low-level monks who have various reasons want to go to other continents. To cross the sea, you have to take a Penglai Yunzhou.

The ten-storey wooden boat sailed out of the hurricane, and the roaring waves were higher than the hull, as if it could smash the big boat into pieces of wood at any time. The purple thunder hit the wooden boat, and flashes of light flowed on the hull.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the huge building boat was bumping up and down, but it was so rigid that even the slender mast refused to shake.

The huge ship that came with the wind and rain broke through the terrible storm and moored in the deep harbor that opened every millennium on each continent. The splash of water could flood the two-story house on the shore, and the lightning that had not been extinguished on the ship, Can set the whole embankment on fire.

It is also a grand sight that cannot be missed in ten overseas continents.

"The mortal monks may have heard the people on the cloud boat mention 'Ten Continents', and mistakenly thought that they also have Ten Continents." Huang Yaoshi continued to transmit to Song Huaichen, "We have found a way to go back—if you want to go back if."

Chapter 35

Song Huaichen was thoughtful, and he tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "How long can a monk in the realm of refining the void live?"

"Shoutong Peng Zu, 800 years."

Song Huaichen sighed, "It's really long."

Huang Yaoshi also nodded: "It's very long."

Lu Tingyun only sighed like this when they heard Shou Yuan in the Void Refining Realm for the first time, but they didn't know that the two had another voice transmission conversation.

Huang Yaoshi said to Song Huaichen: "800 years, the longevity of the ninth-rank realm."

"Cultivation levels are very different, but longevity is about the same."

Bai Jian only felt that the number of 800 years was too far away. The oldest old man in the village was only 70 years old, and 800 years was ten times more.And his parents didn't even live to reach their thirties.

The young boy was full of emotion in his heart, he naturally didn't have the calmness of the other three men, and what he thought in his heart was expressed on his face.However, regarding this matter, Bai Jian didn't want others to find out, let alone listen to others' comfort, and she didn't want to receive the teachings extended from Shouyuan.

So he turned his head and looked out the window.There was a lot of voices outside the window, shoulder to shoulder, this scene was strange and novel to Bai Jian, but at the moment he had no intention of appreciating it.

The three men on the table looked at each other, Lu Tingyun sent a voice transmission to Song Huaichen: "This is the first dust gate."

Song Huaichen picked up the teacup and brought it closer to his lips, his gaze drooped, the sun covered his eyelashes, and the shadows directly dragged onto his cheekbones: "The most difficult path to pass."

Although Bai Jian is still a child, she is not too young for cultivators. Because she is old, she knows a lot.Although his parents died young, the environment he was in was full of human relationships and family ties, so he, who was extremely lonely, naturally missed his late parents very strongly, and the roots of dust were hard to break. This was the most difficult hurdle for Bai Jian to overcome.

The slow progress of his cultivation has something to do with it.

Bai Jian often thought, if Huang Yaoshi had come to the village earlier, would his parents not have died?Occasionally he thought that if his father, who had come from outside the village, had been a monk, he probably wouldn't have had such a difficult life.

The young man looked out of the window in a daze, his whole body was fluctuating, his consciousness was half-dream and half-awake, and everything he saw became a blur of light.

Xiao Er's footsteps sounded on the stairs, Bai Jian's divergent gaze fluctuated, Lu Tingyun immediately cast a barrier around him, Xiao Er yelled, and brought the food to the table.

"You don't need to sing the names of the dishes when you serve them. After knocking on the door, we will come out and get them by ourselves." Huang Yaoshi ordered.

Xiaoer answered "Yes" in a low voice, and exited the private room.

"Honey juice Huang Ao." Song Huaichen put down his teacup, picked up chopsticks and ordered some honey-red roasted pork, "It doesn't taste good when it's cold."

Huang Yaoshi moved his chopsticks first, took a piece of leg meat and put it in the bowl in front of Bai Jian: "Save some for him."

Then I grabbed a piece and ate it myself.

Lu Tingyun also moved his chopsticks, and Bai Jian touched the threshold of promotion. For the three people present, the promotion of Qi training monks is like drinking water and eating, and does not need to pay too much attention.

Bai Jian looked out the window, Song Huaichen also looked over: "Pingyang is much more lively than Yingshan Lake."

There is also a market in Yingshan Lake, but it is just that each household brings their surplus and exchanges it in the grain drying field.People come and go in Pingyang, the street is full of cries all day long, traffickers and pawns are carrying their burdens and shouting loudly, and Taoist priests carrying cloth banners walk around the streets and alleys, walking unhurriedly, occasionally shouting two times. The words "eliminate all diseases" and so on, the voice is loud.

Not to mention Bai Jian, even Huang Yaoshi and Song Huaichen find it fresh.

There is a singing voice, soft and clear, like a fine spring in the mountains, and like dewdrops dripping from the leaves.

It's a woman singing: "Clouds against rain, snow against wind, evening sunshine against clear sky."

"Laihong is against Quyan, and the resident bird is against the chirping insect."

Song Huaichen looked towards the source of the sound, and the pedestrians on the street also looked over one by one.

Lu Tingyun put down his chopsticks: "You're lucky, brother Song, it's rare to see a Yue girl parading the streets."

"Vietnamese girl parading through the streets?"

"Yue girls are good at dancing swords, and they move the world with one dance," Lu Tingyun also looked out of the window. The pedestrians on the street stopped and stretched their necks to look at them. The team of Yue girls hadn't come into their sight. Sifang, it is said that they have traveled all over the ten continents, dancing swords occasionally, either to earn some money, or because they are happy, and no outsider has ever invited them."

When singing "Emperor Liang lectures on the scriptures in Tongtai Temple, Emperor Han buys wine in Weiyang Palace", the Yue girls finally entered Song Huaichen's sight. The women in colorful clothes were elegant in shape, with plain white swords on their backs. They sang , walking, before the sword was out of its sheath, and the sword dance hadn't even seen a shadow, someone had already thrown spirit stones into their team. The girls shook their water sleeves lightly, took the spirit stones, and bowed to the people around them, smiling reserved.

"Emperor Liang taught scriptures in Tongtai Temple, and Emperor Han bought wine in Weiyang Palace?" Song Huaichen asked Lu Tingyun, "What kind of allusion is this?"

Lu Tingyun was also not clear: "There are many unreasonable things in Yue Nu's songs, probably because they heard and saw stories in other places."

"Their song and the book that Bai Jian's father left him..." Lu Tingyun felt more and more familiar the more he listened, "It's very similar."

"It's very similar." Song Huaichen asked, "Isn't there a similar sentence?"

"It's hard to see Yue girls." Lu Tingyun said, "They only sing a section each time, and no one knows what their complete song score is."

"Is there no troublemaker following them all the way?"

"If you can't follow, you will lose track every time."

The Yue girls' song was catchy, and after singing "The man is strong, with a rainbow in his chest", they paused for a while, and then continued with "Clouds to Rain."

Song Huaichen smiled: "It seems that I can't hear the Twelve Peaks of Wushan."

Lu Tingyun: "The Twelve Peaks of Wushan Mountain?"

The two obviously didn't speak loudly, but the Yue girl who happened to pass by their window stopped: "The Twelve Peaks of Wushan? Do the two young masters also know about Wushan?"

The applause and booing in the street market stopped because of the Yue girl's words, and the whole team of Yue girls also stopped.

The girls in colorful clothes looked up at the two men sitting by the window with hope in their eyes.

Lu Tingyun looked at Song Huaichen, and Song Huaichen sang softly with the tune of "a man is strong, with a long rainbow in his chest": "Qinling is cloud-ridden, and it is [-] miles away; Wushan is washed by rain, with twelve dangerous peaks."

The same tune, the Yue girls sang like Ye Shanglu, but Song Huaichen's voice sounded like the wind on a cliff.

The purple-clothed girl who spoke before blinked her eyes: "Heavenly King Gaidihu?"

Song Huaichen hesitated for a moment, but continued: "Baota town river demon."

The red-clothed woman headed by the Yue girl team came and bowed to Song Huaichen: "Young master, I'm wearing Zhu Yi, can I take a step to speak?"

The restaurant is not a place for long conversations. The woman in red gave Song Huaichen an address through voice transmission. Seeing the man nodding, she led the team forward and sang the sentence about Wu Shan.

"What charades are you playing?" Huang Yaoshi couldn't help asking, "The girl's name is Zhu Yi? Does Zhu Yi have anything to do with Bai Jian?"

"I'll find out after asking later." Song Huaichen was calm on the face, but his heart was far from calm, "Eat first."

The address Zhu Yi gave was a tea house. As soon as Song Huaichen and others entered the gate, without saying anything, Dr. Tea came up to welcome them and led them into the Accord in the backyard.

The tea house named Yage is actually a small courtyard, surrounded by formations, which can ensure that the guests will not be disturbed. In the courtyard, there are curved water cups and lotus leaf tea pavilions. The Yue girls are sitting by the water in twos and threes. They all stood up and saluted, their eyes full of curiosity.

"Young master, elder sister Zhu Yi is waiting for you in front." The purple-clothed Yue girl stretched out her hand, and the window of the tea room near the pool in the courtyard was open, and the woman in red was sitting inside.

Lu Tingyun and Huang Yaoshi were stopped: "Would you like to watch a game of Yue Nu Sword?"

Huang Yaoshi was still leading Bai Jian, the young boy was not awake, but he was able to walk on his own.

"I'll come as soon as I go." Song Huaichen nodded to the three of them and walked towards the tea room.

Zhu Yi welcomed people in. The woman without pink and dai had a graceful temperament. She said all blessings to Song Huaichen and handed over a book: "This is the songbook of Yue girls. Mr. Song should be more familiar with it than us."

On the cover of that book is impressively written "Sound Enlightenment".

Even if there was the secret code of "the heavenly king covers the ground and the tiger is under", Song Huaichen would not ask "Are you also time-traveling?" He has been in the cultivation world for too many years, and he has long been used to talking around corners.

"Why "Sound Enlightenment"?"

Talking on the lips, thinking in his heart, Song Huaichen realized that it was because he forgot how to speak bluntly that he could not adapt to Lu Tingyun's sudden straight ball.

"Because it's nice to hear, easy to read, and easy to remember." Zhu Yi said with a smile.

This was obviously perfunctory, Song Huaichen looked up at him.

The graceful woman smiled dignifiedly: "Don't be upset, Mr. Song, this is the truth. But there is another reason, that is, we only have this book."

She further said: "My benefactor, only gave me this book."

"200 years ago, I was still a mortal, an actor raised in the palace, and later I was favored by the emperor and entered the harem. I was honored and favored, and naturally I was treated coldly." Zhu Yi's story explained her temperament, "Most of the women in the harem end in a bleak way. With the help of the musicians, I escaped from the palace and begged for food in the juggling troupe. I lived a difficult life."

"When I couldn't bear it anymore, I met a scholar. He bought me from the juggling troupe, gave me this book, asked me to arrange the music, and when I finished writing the score, he threw me another This sword manual says that I have the potential to cultivate immortality, let me figure it out by myself."

"Mr. Bai has a good temper and treats me well. I acted like a baby to him and asked him why he didn't teach me himself." Zhu Yi clearly remembered that man's smile back then, which was different from all the men she had ever met. He said he was just a mortal and couldn't understand the things of immortals."

Outside the window, the Yue girl danced on the waves, her willow waist was lightly folded, her colorful sleeves were swaying, her lotus steps were lightly moving, the plain white sword blade shone on her colorful clothes, and there were fragrant flowers blooming and falling.They sang a cappella, the sword light intertwined with the aura, and the dance was full of prosperity.

"Mr. Bai said that this set of swords needs to be practiced by many people to be powerful. Let me find more potential girls after I learn it."

"If the Mr. Bai you speak of is just a mortal," Song Huaichen asked, "where did he get this set of sword manuals?"

Zhu Yi smiled and looked at Song Huaichen: "That's why I asked you to come here."

Chapter 36

"I spent two years with Mr. Bai. He said he read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, and took me all over the world." Zhu Yi seemed to have been wanting to talk to someone for a long time, tilting his head slightly, Look nostalgic.

"Naturally, compared with the place where the Yue girl walked, this world is just a drop in the bucket, but it is indeed the experience of those two years that made me who I am today."

The graceful woman has a soft voice, with the gentleness of a pampered person, and the unique calmness of traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, seeing all the world.It was a very connotative, very suitable voice for narration.

The stories in her mouth have the breath of green grass, the sweetness that comes after all hardships, and the melancholy of not getting what you want.

"During those two years, I learned a lot, and my cultivation improved a lot. Mr. Bai is indeed a mortal, he doesn't know how to cultivate, but he is considerate in every aspect of life. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I once thought I would follow him for the rest of my life. "

Outside the window, Yue Nv sang, and the plain sword in her hand danced magnificently.

Zhu Yi looked at the girls brought out by her with a soft expression.

Song Huaichen took a sip of tea and listened quietly.

"Two years ago, I stepped into the foundation building. Mr. Bai naturally couldn't see how good my cultivation was, but he knew what kind of visions there would be during the foundation building. I couldn't fool him. He said that I have already entered the Tao after being separated from the immortal world. , it is no longer suitable to stay with him. I begged hard, but he was unmoved, left "Sound Enlightenment" to me and left without saying goodbye. "

"He is a mortal, can the movement of leaving be hidden from the foundation cultivator?"

"Thinking about it now, I also find it unbelievable. Later, when I recalled it, we lived and slept in the open air for two years. I had a cultivation base and protected my body without feeling hard. He, a mortal, did not show any signs of aging. It is also puzzling."

"He left me a letter, saying that I can get news about him when I find another person who knows "Enlightenment of the Rhythm" and can match the pair."

Zhu Yi looked at Song Huaichen with burning eyes: "Young Master Song, where is Mr. Bai now?"

"He is a mortal, so he is already dead." Song Huaichen gently put down the teacup, his eyes still stayed on the Yue girls outside the window, "Yang Hua is to the laurel leaves, and Bai Jian is to Zhu Yi."

"My little apprentice is named Bai Jian, and he should be the son of Mr. Bai you mentioned."

Zhu Yi smiled sadly: "You know that I have feelings for Mr. Bai, but he told me that he only sees me as a daughter? I met Mr. Bai 200 years ago. If he is really a mortal, why would there be more than ten years later? year old son?"

"Kanglong has regrets, and it won't last long. Mr. Bai has an unusual background, but in the end, dust will return to dust.