Dust roots [comprehension]

With the badge away from him, Lu Tingyun couldn't pick up the cup again.

After the experiment, Song Huaichen returned the badge.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after being in Song Huaichen's hands, the cracks on the jade tablet became shallower.

"Wanwu Warehouse may be the shipwreck of Wuxiang Temple." Song Huaichen concluded.

"Boat?" Di Rongshan raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this a building?"

Extrapolating the size of the ship from the volume of the building, the result is quite astonishing.

"In our records, the Wanwu Hyogo is indeed a ship." Lou Yingxuan supported Song Huaichen, but did not say too much, "Huaichen, sit down."

Song Huaichen sat down cross-legged under the call of his senior sister, and let Hua Chi put a magic circle on him.

This magic circle is soft white, the runes are not clear, and the strands seem to be condensed by smoke. Song Huaichen is in it, as if he is in auspicious clouds, very ethereal.

But his expression is not relaxed, this rune is used to speed up the recovery of spiritual consciousness, to speed up the recovery of spiritual consciousness, it is natural to give stimulation, not only cancel the previous means of pain relief, but also change the method of kneading and pinching the spiritual consciousness damaged location.

Song Huaichen, whose trauma had been healed and the pain in his consciousness was under control, looked fine at first, but when the magic circle came out, his face immediately turned pale, and he broke out in cold sweat.

Lu Tingyun was taken aback, and asked Huang Yaoshi uncertainly, "Is this...healing?"

"Yes." Huang Yaoshi gave an affirmative answer, "The method is superb." Not everyone dares to attack other people's consciousness.

More importantly, Song Huaichen accepted it.

Hua Chi absolutely did not intend to torment Song Huaichen, he quickly ended the treatment, and put back the pain relief measures.

To Song Huaichen, it felt like being poured a pot of numbness suddenly. At first, he was excited like a fire, knowing that the pain was suppressed, but then he became dizzy.

Hua Chi helped Song Huaichen, who was in a daze, to lie down on the bed, and when he turned his head, he saw Lu Tingyun staring at him blankly, thinking it was interesting, he waved to Lu Tingyun, "Would you like to try Wuxiang Temple's method too. "

Before Lu Tingyun could answer, Huang Yaoshi answered "yes" for him.

Abbot Shan Yaoshi was very curious about the method of Wuxiang Temple.

Lu Tingyun's soul is fine, Hua Chi has no magic circle, so he took the medicine and explained how to use it, oral application and external application, the effect is immediate.

Huang Yaoshi squeezed a pill, his eyes seemed to be looking at some big baby: "Can I..." He hesitated at Hua Chi.

Hua Chi smiled: "The formula of Wuxiang Temple is not so easy to crack, you can try it."

Lying on the bed, Song Huaichen could vaguely hear the voices of Hua Chi and Huang Yaoshi, and could also feel Bai Jian's worried gaze. The air around him became heavy, and it was Lu Tingyun who was sitting by the bed.

Song Huaichen opened his eyes, but the scene he saw was very wrong.

The environment has not changed, it is still the same room, there is indeed someone sitting beside him, it is Lu Tingyun——it is the stern, cold Lu Tingyun in the dream.

Huachi, Huang Yaoshi and others were all gone, and the light leaking from the edge of the screen was brighter and warmer than that in Wanwu Arsenal.

Song Huaichen lay still, peeking at the cold Jianxiu.Even sitting on the bed, the other party straightened his back, in Song Huaichen's eyes, there was a kind of silly cuteness.

Song Huaichen was very sleepy, looked at Jianxiu and closed his eyes for a while, then opened to look at him again, Jianxiu didn't seem to notice at all.

Song Huaichen's mood and actions were all affected by the dream. He gradually couldn't distinguish himself from the person in the dream. After the two merged into one, he clearly felt a kind of quiet satisfaction. There is nothing left to ask for.

The development of things is always different from the hope, Song Huaichen suddenly coughed.

The dream was separated by a layer. Song Huaichen didn't feel any pain, but he knew that the coughing person was very uncomfortable. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

When the first cough sounded, Jianxiu was startled. He turned around, at a loss. He wanted to slap Song Huaichen on the back but he didn't dare to use force. The protruding bone under the thin layer of flesh looked like a cut. It moved down, and then gently lifted it up and patted it.

"Okay." Song Huaichen raised his hand and grabbed his wrist. He didn't notice that he was using the hand that covered his mouth just now. Seeing that he had scratched the blood on his wrist, he paused his gaze, and then suppressed his cough as if nothing had happened. Continued: "Go outside."

Mingming wanted to let Jianxiu spend more time with him, but when he opened his mouth, he chased people away.

"Those guys might take the opportunity to make trouble, please help me watch... don't let people know that I—" Song Huaichen was interrupted by Jianxiu before he could finish speaking.

"You'll be fine."

Song Huaichen suppressed his cough and smiled, echoing him: "Yes, I will get better." But he knew in his heart that he would never get better.

Jianxiu went around the screen and walked out. Song Huaichen half-closed his eyes, waited until the sound of closing the door made his footsteps so far away that he couldn't hear him, and coughed violently again.

The field of vision shook violently, and then turned into darkness.

The heart demon beast trapped in the Thunder Light Prison had changed into a different person at some point, his face was hidden in the shadows, he was wearing a bright red robe, but his belt was plain white.

The voice he uttered was Song Huaichen's own.

"It seems that you are starting to remember, Song Huaichen." The red-robed man who couldn't see his face behind Lei Guang stretched his fingers, as if adjusting to his body, "Do you want me to help you?"

Song Huaichen asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Naturally, I am your demon." The voice of the person in Lei Guang's cage was gentle and persuasive. It was clearly his own voice, but Song Huaichen had the illusion of being bewitched, "The obsession is too deep, and it will last forever , In your inner demon, there is your memory."

"so what?"

"Let me out, and you will remember everything."

On the first floor of Wanwu Hyoge, for rest and meditation, Lou Yingxuan gently tugged Huachi's sleeve, Huachi turned his head to the side, and cast a questioning gaze.

The female disciple of the Hall of Wuxiang took off her belt badge and put it where she couldn't touch it, then reached out to push the screen, mouth-shaped and said to Hua Chi: "I can't push it."

Hua Chi raised his eyebrows, and took off his waist badge, and then reached out to touch the screen, the tactile sensation changed completely, as if what he touched with his fingers was no longer warm wood, but a cold stone, a stone that could not be pushed.

The two people from the Temple of Wuxiang both know that this is a kind of restriction. What they can see has actually entered the space similar to the sumeru bag. Except for certain people who can open the sumeru bag, no one else can touch it. they.

Wuxiang Temple will also use similar methods when transporting goods, but the one here is obviously more clever.

When Lou Yingxuan hooked back her waist card, she stretched out her fingers and tapped in Song Huaichen's direction, Hua Chi shook her head slightly.

The prohibition here is similar to that used by Wuxiang Temple. The mortal monk Lu Tingyun can touch objects with the waist card of Wuxiang Temple, which is enough to prove that Song Huaichen's words are correct. This shipwreck probably really belongs to Wuxiang Temple Boat.

But the two official disciples of the Wuxiang Hall still need to rely on their waist cards to get things. Song Huaichen, an outsider who lives in the Wuxiang Hall, is not stopped by the ban?

There are countless treasures in the Wuxiang Hall, and there are more secrets. Everyone in the Wuxiang Hall is an expert in treasure hunting. Naturally, they also love to dig out the secrets of their own sect. Song Huaichen is the only one who is not a disciple of the Wuxiang Hall but stays in the Wuxiang Hall for a long time He is a monk, and the two elders of the bright hall and the dark hall have very special attitudes towards him, so he has always been the object of speculation and inquiry by everyone.

Lou Yingxuan came up with a very bold guess. She transmitted her voice to Huachi, and she wanted to prove her guess at length: "In our records, Wanwu Hyogo is also an unimaginably huge monster. Judging from the current situation , it is really something from Wuxiang Temple, but now we can't build such a big ship, and we can't arrange such a strong restriction."

Many treasures have sunk in the long river of history, and those amazingly powerful magic weapon restrictions only belonged to the ancient times when gods and demons were rampant.Compared with the former Wuxiang Hall, the Wuxiang Temple today is weak after all.

"A long time ago, Wanwu Bingku belonging to Wuxiang Temple recognized the badge of Wuxiang Temple and recognized Song Huaichen."

The ancient relics of the Wuxiang Temple no longer recognize the disciples of the Wuxiang Temple today, but they still react to the Wuxiang Temple tokens that have been inherited in the same line. Human beings are just smeared, but Song Huaichen is not, he himself has been recognized by the relics.

"That is to say, although Song Huaichen is not a disciple of Wuxiang Hall, he is even more recognized by Wuxiang Hall."

"The old gentleman has been saying that Huaichen should go back to inherit the suzerain position... Is he joking?" Lou Yingxuan finally thought in this direction, "It is said that the suzerain position of Wuxiang Hall has been vacant. For ten thousand years, since the first suzerain, that is, the founder of the Wuxiang Temple, passed away, no one has been able to enter the Chaoshan Mountain."

"Laojun doesn't have the ambition to be a leader, but the one in the dark hall has let go of it. Although the positions are different, I also think that it is not impossible for the elders of the dark hall to be the suzerain no matter in terms of qualifications or abilities-of course I have no consideration for the bright hall. The restraint of the dark hall. But although the elders of the dark hall shouted, they didn't actually take any action, as if they were afraid of something."

However, there is nothing on the surface that is worthy of his fear.

"And I think about it now. When Song Huaichen was in Wuxiang Hall, the elders of the dark hall didn't even shout." Lou Yingxuan lowered her head to hide her expression, and clasped her hands tightly. Is it scary? The position of suzerain is vacant, the elders of the dark hall covet it but dare not act, the old master shouted to let Song Huaichen take over... the elders of the dark hall did not dare to say a word of objection!"

"...Song Huaichen...Song Huaichen, whom we have called Junior Junior Brother for many years, could it be the reincarnation of that suzerain?"