Dust roots [comprehension]

"I don't know about that. I've been looking at the prescriptions in the mortal world for the past few days, and found that they also have a lot of methods. The methods of the Flower Picker are stealth and drugs, and the cultivation level may not be very high."

"In Pingyang, there are many monks, and there are many new things, no matter good or bad."

The meat and wine bought by Song Huaichen was placed on the table. Huang Yaoshi reached out and took a piece of meat with sauce and put it into his mouth. Flower pickers are still rare."

"I heard that the women of the aristocratic family have also been violated?" Song Huaichen actually didn't understand a little bit, "Why do you call him the Flower Picker? Words don't really apply."

"Naturally, it's because the girl who was violated was only violated, and she was not used as a stove." Huang Yaoshi ate a piece of meat, and poured himself wine, "The news of the Yue girls is very well-informed, they are everywhere. There are hidden piles, rumors spread on the street, it is true that a woman from an aristocratic family was raped, but she did not lose her essence, but her body was covered in bruises."

Song Huaichen: "The flower picker, there will be no unspeakable secrets, right?"

There was still a pile of wooden parts on the ground, Song Huaichen was too lazy to assemble them by himself, so he sat down at the table like Huang Yaoshi, and used his spiritual power to control the puppet to assemble those parts.

Huang Yaoshi watched the movement, and took a breath for a while: "Puppets pretending to be puppets, it looks scary."

After saying a word, he returned to the topic: "I don't know if there are any unspeakable secrets, but Pingyang is an important town, and the aristocratic family is not easy to bully. If they really have sex, the matter will be very serious, and the evil monk will stay. I am afraid that no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will not be able to escape the imprint of spiritual power."

"In the past three days, I have heard a lot of news. The Treasure Pavilion auction is held every year, but every ten years, the Treasure Pavilion will hold a special grand auction, and put a few treasures at the bottom of the box to open everyone's eyes. "

"This year is exactly ten years old?" Huang Yaoshi deliberately proposed, Song Huaichen guessed, and saw the other party nodding.The man in white pondered for a while, and then said, "I heard on the street that Yue girls parade in the streets, but it takes decades to see them once."

"Two things happened by chance—maybe it wasn't a coincidence, and then there was a flower picker. I don't believe there is no connection between them." Huang Yaoshi took a sip of his wine and bit his meat, "Where did you buy it? It tastes good."

Song Huaichen laughed: "I've never heard you complain that something tastes bad."

Huang Yaoshi snorted twice, without retorting: "By the way, do you still remember Di Rongshan?"

Song Huaichen: "That sick Yuanying?"

"Sick?" Huang Yaoshi thought about Song Huaichen's words, and said objectively from the doctor's point of view, "He is in good health, but he is a mother."

Song Huaichen: "..." He curled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile full of interest, "Are all the pharmacists in Fangzhang Mountain so merciless when they talk? Why, he came to you before?"

"He wanted to go to the teahouse to look for you, but was blocked by Lu Tingyun, and then he came here to look for me." The pharmacist at Fangzhang Mountain was very patient, and naturally knew how to use the dragging formula, "He said you agreed to go with him The auction of the Treasure Pavilion?"

"Yes. Count the days, is today?"

"The auction starts at Xu time. If you want to go, wait for him in front of Di's mansion before three quarters you." Huang Yaoshi relayed Di Rongshan's words, then shook his head, "I don't think it's appropriate."

"Okay, I'll go." Song Huaichen unexpectedly agreed.

"Standing anxiously in front of someone's door, to show others how to look good?" Huang Yaoshi quit, "We don't want to ask him, Lu Tingyun has already got us admission tickets!"

Song Huaichen shook his head: "I'll go and see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd."

"Whoever I want to know as a fake baby will definitely know. Since my cultivation is not as good as his, then of course I can only wait for him."

Huang Yaoshi was too lazy to think about Song Huaichen's attitude towards this fake baby. He couldn't understand: "How could... how could you conceive a baby?"

"I still want to ask you this question," Song Huaichen said helplessly, "You are the pharmacist of Fangzhang Mountain."

"The pharmacist at Fangzhang Mountain thinks that your ability to conceive a baby has something to do with the sudden drop in your cultivation base in Guiyuantian."

Talking about this Huang Yaoshi got angry, Song Huaichen obviously refused to tell him the reason, but now he asked him instead.

"I understand when you say that." Song Huaichen said something that Huang Yaoshi couldn't understand, "God closed the door for you, and left a window for you."

Huang Yaoshi: "Although it sounds reasonable, I have no idea what you're talking about. The sudden drop in cultivation is to close the door, and to be able to conceive a baby is to open the window? But this window allows you to see the scenery, and the scenery outside the door. The landscape is different."

The mortal realm of comprehension is only the top grade of ten continents overseas.

"Since I have achieved the impossible, maybe this window of mine can not only allow me to see the scenery outside the door, but also allow me to observe even more incredible scenery because of a different angle."

Song Huaichen looked at the sky: "Are you going? The auction in Zhenbao Pavilion?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head: "I won't go, I don't feel relieved to keep the two of them at home."

Bai Jian's cultivation base is too low, and Lu Tingyun's consolidation cannot be interrupted. Both of them have no fighting power. Pingyang City is no better than Zongmen, and there are still dangers.

Thinking of the danger, Huang Yaoshi suddenly realized that he and Song Huaichen had completely different views on Di Rongshan, one thought he was weak and the other thought he was healthy enough.

"Di Rongshan," Huang Yaoshi said in a deep voice, "he is a Nascent Soul, his cultivation is not weak, he has lived in Pingyang for a long time, and he is familiar with the roads in the city..."

Song Huaichen interrupted him: "Don't jump to conclusions so arbitrarily, you can't guess, your train of thought will be misled." Huang Yaoshi suspected that the so-called flower picker was Di Rongshan.

This suspicion is not unreasonable, but it is true that there is no evidence.

"I'll go and have a look first." Song Huaichen was about to go out, he asked Huang Yaoshi, "Is there anything you want at the auction?"

Huang Yaoshi waved his hand: "Just buy some pills and let me study them." The pills at the auction are naturally not cheap, but all the gods in the ten continents overseas are not short of money.

Song Huaichen nodded to express his understanding, and added with a smile: "Be careful sitting on the mountain, Huang Yaoshi, it's time to turn on the furnace."

Huang Yaoshi didn't care at all: "When your dim sum shop can't continue to open, I will change this place into a medicine hall."

Song Huaichen replied with words: "Then you must be careful not to forget the ability of alchemy."

Di Rongshan didn't keep Song Huaichen waiting.

As soon as Song Huaichen arrived, the concierge of Di Mansion greeted him, and welcomed him into the gate with a very courteous attitude.

The concierge at this end led Song Huaichen into the main hall, and a servant at the other end trotted to inform Di Rongshan.

The layout of the Di Mansion is magnificent, with both the subtlety of moving and changing scenery, and the strangeness of the towering mountains and rocks. Song Huaichen followed the concierge and walked inward on the Chaoshou verandah, feeling that he had walked into the rich and noble nest of ordinary people.

The breeze blows on the face, bringing a tangy fragrance of powder.

The rich and noble nest is often also a gentle town.

The concierge stood respectfully at the gate of the ceremony, and the charming maid was blessed, she looked at Song Huaichen with a look of amazement, but after looking, she lowered her eyes and lowered her eyebrows, and lowered her head to draw Song Huaichen in.

Di Rongshan received Song Huaichen directly in front of his bedroom.

The pale man was wearing a black cloak, and his underwear was not fastened, revealing a large chest, which was covered with traces of love.

Di Rongshan stood loosely, with a lazy smile on his face, as if he was full.

A gust of wind blew past, bringing out the warm fragrance that filled the room behind Di Rongshan, and the breath was cloudy and turbid.The gust of wind lifted the long sleeves of monk Nascent Soul, revealing two thin, pale and clean arms.

Exceptionally clean.

"Congratulations Song Zhenjun for leaving the customs." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Di Rongshan still used the title "Zhenjun", "I specially organized a banquet, I wonder if Song Zhenjun... would like to honor it?"

Di Rongshan's voice fell, and there were a few chuckles in the dark bedroom. The laughter was soft, with a gentle tone, and it was very provocative.A few figures flashed by the door, it was the people hiding in the inner room who boldly looked out, they were fresh and tender faces, there were men and women, without exception, they were all delicate and beautiful.

Song Huaichen looked over Di Rongshan's shoulder and glanced into the room twice. His gaze was unobtrusive, straightforward and fair: "Whether I reward you or not, you have already enjoyed it first."

"I'm warming up the scene for Daoyou Song first." Di Rongshan stepped aside, stretched out his hand sideways, gently pressed one shoulder, and made a "please" gesture.

Song Huaichen glanced at him, walked inside without a word of excuse.

The smile on Di Rongshan's face widened: "Sure enough, I didn't misjudge the person. Song Daoyou, you are different from those sanctimonious guys."

Di Rongshan's bedroom is very large, divided into two rooms inside and outside.In the outer room, there is a table with books and ancient racks, which is full of literary style and rich and noble.A beautiful woman grinds it with her bare hands, and an exquisite young man lights up a candlestick. The candlelight seems to be soaked in the scent of powder, which is very sweet.There are clothes hangers and a bed in the room. The bed is unusually big. At the moment, three half-dressed women are sitting or lying on it. One of them is holding a jug in his hand, and he looks a little drunk.

"It's really a feast," Song Huaichen drew out, as if sighing, "But what about the auction?"

"Good things are the finale. You can't see the things at the beginning of the auction. How can I be better?"

A veil is hung inside the room to filter the light at dusk softer.

Di Rongshan stretched out his hand to embrace the young man next to the candlestick, and pulled him to sit on the beauty's couch beside him. The beauty Yanmo washed her hands and made a cup of tea for Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen took the teacup, lifted the lid and smelled the fragrance: "Good tea."

What he said made the beauty smile, but it displeased the beautiful woman holding the flagon on the bed: "What's the matter, where is wine for tea?"

Song Huaichen didn't answer, and after taking a sip of tea, Ren Yanmo beauty took the teacup and handed over the pen.The monk in white was writing on the paper with long lines, not words, but talismans. He didn't look up, and raised a topic that wasn't just chatting in a chatty tone: "I heard that there are flower pickers in Pingyang?"

Di Rongshan was extremely sensitive, and he didn't bother to make detours. He was thin and weak, but his words hit him like a hammer: "Do you suspect that I am?"