Dust roots [comprehension]

Seeing that there were no other clues, Daoyi bid farewell to Song Huaichen and others, and went back to report the situation to the teacher.

Di Rongshan put Duyingzhu in the sumeru bag: "It's unnecessary, Duyingzhu is not a display."

Huang Yaoshi said, "He was just looking for a reason to go back."

"Aren't you going to get the other pair of shadow beads back?" Seeing that Di Rongshan had no intention of leaving, Song Huaichen reminded him.

Di Rongshan stretched out a finger and shook it: "It's just a bead. If it is really lost, the loss to the Eight Sects will be greater than to me." He asked Song Huaichen, "What's the plan, Brother Song?"

Song Huaichen tried to distinguish the handwriting on the scrap of paper, but the scrap of paper was too small and had been soaked in mud for too long, so he could barely make out the Chinese character "Zhi" with few strokes, and the other two and a half characters were completely confused Open the ink.There are so many "zhi" characters in a piece of exercise, Song Huaichen really can't see which sentence the content on the piece of paper belongs to, and what's special about it.

"Go back." Song Huaichen wrapped Lu Tingyun's waist card and shredded paper with clean silk, "I can't find anything here."

Di Rongshan folded his hands: "Then I'll go and ask the surrounding families if they have noticed any unusual movements."

Song Huaichen nodded at him: "Thank you."

His thanks made Di Rongshan curl his mouth: "Hey, Daoist Song is so polite, I'm really flattered."

"You really care about Lu Tingyun, I'm going to be jealous."

Di Rongshan's words made Huang Yaoshi look sideways, and his eyes turned back and forth between Song Huaichen and Di Rongshan.

Huang Yaoshi's gaze was too explicit, Song Huaichen glanced at him sideways, with a hint of warning in his eyes.What Song Huaichen wanted to express was that he had nothing to do with Di Rongshan, so that Huang Yaoshi should stop thinking about it, but it was precisely this look that made Huang Yaoshi's expression even more strange.

It's not the first day they met Di Rongshan, they have already experienced each other's outspokenness, but Song Huaichen has never paid attention to it, and today he suddenly reacted, could it be that something really happened?

Huang Yaoshi followed Song Huaichen back with a heavy heart, thinking along the way that if something really happened, when would it happen?When he walks the streets every day?

Di Rongshan mentioned Lu Tingyun, so does Lu Tingyun know what happened?

And where is Lu Tingyun?

The preoccupied Huang Yaoshi stepped into the threshold of the store and heard Yunzhi's voice: "Today is the last day of martial law in Pingyang. Will we be able to go to Fuyang Mountain tomorrow?"

As a demon cultivator living among human cultivators, Yunzhi has a strong sense of crisis. After entering the little puppet, she hides at the door every day, listening to the words and phrases of people coming and going outside, in order to better understand the world.She has indeed heard a lot of news, the most important point is that the martial law in Pingyang City will not last for too long, and it will probably end tomorrow.

She asked Song Huaichen if he could leave, with care in his tone and undisguised eagerness.

Huang Yaoshi's attention was immediately drawn to him, the sudden awakening made his heart palpitate, he couldn't help but think of Song Huaichen's irritable and mean behavior when the demon broke out in the center of Yingshan Lake, he suddenly looked up at Song Huaichen.

I was stunned at this sight.

The little puppet Yunzhi stood on the table, and Song Huaichen looked down at her with a complex expression, like the first stream of running water flowing out of a frozen lake when it thawed, revealing a trace of springtime tenderness in the cold.

The way he looked at Yunzhi was no longer indifferent as if looking at a stranger, but with struggle and guilt.

Song Huaichen's gaze warmed up, but Yunzhi's heart felt cold, she took a step back as if she could not stand still: "You..." Are you unwilling to take me to Fuyang Mountain?Don't you care about your brother?

Yunzhi didn't dare to ask, for fear of getting an affirmative answer.

"Song Huaichen..." Huang Yaoshi spoke cautiously, but there was excitement in his tone. He had a guess about Lu Tingyun's intentions, "The badge is to show your identity, and the exercises are written by you when you were in Yingshan Lake. His, could Lu Tingyun be referring to Yingshan Lake?"

Song Huaichen was thoughtful: "...Yingshan Lake?"

"Do you still remember that puppet?" Huang Yaoshi asked anxiously, "Maybe Lu Tingyun took it with him?"

After Song Huaichen finished listening, he went directly to the attic, banned a letter, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

Only now did Yunzhi dare to speak, and the pharmacist of Fangzhang Mountain gave the grass and tree goblin a special kindness: "What's wrong with him? Has something happened?"

"He," Huang Yaoshi thought about how to say it, "probably he can finally understand your mood."

It was rare that Song Huaichen was not around, and someone was willing to talk to her, Yunzhi followed Huang Yaoshi's words and asked, "Is there someone he cares about? Is it Lu Tingyun?"

"He cares about you too." Huang Yaoshi spoke for Song Huaichen after all, "If he didn't care about you, or his elder brother, he wouldn't bother to release you from the sword, and he wouldn't—"

Before he finished speaking, Yunzhi took the lead: "I know he is a good person, and he can say good things to us, but the care he shows now is different from the care he shows us."

Yunzhi is very frank: "I am not a human being. In order to survive in human cultivation, I have been learning how to observe words and emotions. I have never liked Song Huaichen very much because he always has an aura that is incompatible with our Xiaodan Peak. If It is said that Xiao Danfeng's relationship with each other is warm and hot - this kind of closeness has caused me some troubles, then Song Huaichen is cold and cold, his alienation makes me feel safe, but it is not so pleasant."

"Now he has someone he cares about. As his former senior sister, I should be happy for him. But if his care conflicts with mine, then I really can't congratulate him."

"Can you tell me? What happened?"

Huang Yaoshi is not stupid, Yunzhi revealed his true feelings in front of him, but in the back he was telling his words.

"Song Huaichen didn't refuse you, so he will definitely take you to Fuyang Mountain to find Yu Chen. No matter whether he is hot or cold, he always has the character to do what he says."

On the attic, Song Huaichen closed his eyes and settled down.Since becoming a fake baby, he has never meditated again. The stagnant feeling when he was running Zhou Tian's spiritual power flow, as if his body was not his own. The sudden gap made it difficult for Song Huaichen to maintain a stable state of mind, so he avoided it and found another way.

This time I had to meditate, and when the spiritual power passed through the spiritual platform, the fake baby trembled slightly, but it was completely like a dead object, unable to breathe out spiritual energy.

Song Huaichen looked distressed, completely unsettled.

The more anxious you are at this time, the more ineffective it will be. Song Huaichen simply opened his eyes, thought for a while, then took out Lu Tingyun's Zongmen waist card from his pouch, and wiped it clean.

Playing with the warm and translucent jade pendant, looking at the words "Lu Tingyun" on it, Song Huaichen murmured to himself, "I have given you the natal sword and the Zongmen waist card in my hand twice. , Do you want to light a lamp for life here?"

The waist card of the first sect is made of excellent jade, and after wearing it for a long time, it is contaminated with the master's spiritual power.

The weak, spiritual power belonging to Lu Tingyun was transmitted to Song Huaichen's fingers, bringing back that seemingly invisible connection.

Even without closing the eyes, the spiritual consciousness flew out following the connection, and then it was too late to enter the samadhi, the heavy body and dry meridians were all far away, and the next moment, the whole body fell heavily, and the familiar clumsiness appeared .

The little wooden man Song Huaichen was placed in the darkness, moving his limbs, walking and feeling everywhere, but there was always a blackness that could not be touched, it should be in the sumeru bag.

The things in the sumeru bag cannot go out by themselves, Song Huaichen clapped his hands, trying to attract the attention of the owner of the sumeru bag, two "pops" echoed in the darkness, and it took a while for them to dissipate, Song Huaichen waited again , nothing happened.

To Song Huaichen, entering the monastic pouch was a new and unfamiliar experience. Song Huaichen didn't know how to get out, so he decided to go in one direction.

The little puppet had no heartbeat, and the darkness blurred the time. Song Huaichen had no idea how long he had been walking, and then suddenly a light appeared above his head, and a huge hand appeared in the field of vision, grabbing the little puppet and pulling it up.

Not knowing what was going on outside, Song Huaichen relaxed his limbs, pretending that he was the most ordinary puppet.

"This?" Song Huaichen heard the person pinching him ask, and at the same time saw Lu Tingyun on the opposite side.

It wasn't Lu Tingyun who took the Lu Tingyun Xumi bag and took out the puppet from it.

"Yes, that's it."

Song Huaichen couldn't see the person holding him, he could only see Lu Tingyun on the opposite side.Except that the saber around his waist was gone, he didn't seem to be injured, and he was talking to people in a calm tone.

The person holding Song Huaichen didn't have such a good temper, he sneered and said, "I didn't expect Master Lu to have such a hobby, can't sleep without holding this thing?"

"My cultivation level has been sealed. I can't resist what you want to do. It's better to just sleep without knowing it." Lu Tingyun said calmly, "You have seen me in such a mess now, and I'm afraid that you will know that I am so embarrassed." Is it a little hobby?" He said something not gentle at all in a gentle tone, "You won't say it."

Yes, so what if you know?It is impossible for the flower picker to tell about Lu Tingyun's unknown hobby, because everyone will know who he is.

The flower picker snorted coldly, threw the puppet on Lu Tingyun's body, left the room with the words "See how long you can last."

The sound of closing the door fell, the footsteps disappeared, Song Huaichen moved his hands and feet, got up, and then felt a heat on his head, Lu Tingyun's bloody fingers pressed on the top of the puppet's head.

However, a puppet is still a puppet.

"Brother Song?" Lu Tingyun's doubtful voice sounded, "If your cultivation base is sealed, blood is useless?"

The puppet with blood on his forehead waited and waited, but the warm current that could spread all over his body failed to appear. The stagnant and heavy feeling reminded him of his own body. He transmitted his voice to Lu Tingyun and told him his guess: "Maybe Because I'm a fake baby now."