Dust roots [comprehension]

An old man and a young man walked on the misty path.

The old man has white beard and hair, wears a Taoist robe and holds a dust whisk.

The young man was wearing a long blue cloth gown, his long hair was untied, and his body was full of dust.

There is a stone tablet at the end of the path. Behind the stone tablet is a dense forest. The sounds of insects and birds come out from the dense green, with distant echoes, making the forest even more quiet and quiet.

The two stopped in front of the moss-covered stele.

The old man with a sense of immortality asked: "Huai Chen, the return date is uncertain, are you ready?"

The young man called "Huaichen" replied: "We have already arrived here, does it make any difference whether we are ready or not?"

"Of course there is a difference." The old Taoist said to his three apprentices, "Let's go back if we are not ready."

One sentence completely destroyed the immortal energy all over his body.

"Just go back like this, won't you be laughed at by the old man on Cuiyun Peak for the rest of your life?"

The old Taoist waved his hand: "Our life is too long, he can't laugh for that long."

Song Huaichen smiled and said nothing, his master is an honest person, but unfortunately he is too honest.

On the stone tablet in front of the two of them was written the words "immortal guides the way", and the forest behind it was the famous Heting Wangxianzong forest.

Hetingwang is one of the ten overseas continents, and there are many sects of cultivating immortals on it. This continent is named because of the monks flying on the crane, and because of this, the Taoism is prosperous.

The ten overseas continents are isolated from the world, ordinary people are not allowed to enter, and monks are not allowed to leave. If they cannot rise to the sky, they will most likely be trapped to death within one continent.

Naturally, there are always exceptions to the so-called fifty-fifty way of life and fourty-nine in the sky. When a shipwreck happened to go to Xiandao by chance, and in the mortal world ascended to Xiantai, there will always be a few new faces at Strelitzkrieg Pavilion every few decades.

There are mortals who go up, and there are naturally immortals who go down.

Crane Pavilion Wangshang Xianzong Forest connects one continent and one land. The continent is the Hewang Pavilion, and the land is the Central Plains where the mortal world is located.

The vast sea is boundless, with strong winds and huge waves all year round, and monks are not allowed to cross.

Only once in a millennium when the fairy gate opens and the waves stop, can the ten continents communicate with each other, compete and sit in a row.

The next millennium event will be held in Hetingwang, the host must not lose face, naturally there must be a scene of talents coming out in large numbers.

Where to find talents?

Tianyan fourty-nine, people escape one.

The ancestors of the fairy world sent down letters, and the great talents who were not born are in the mortal world.Which continent a mortal ascends to depends entirely on destiny, Hewangting can't just sit and wait, he has to go and find the person himself first!

Who is the name of the great talent who shocked even the fairy world?

When it comes to the way of heaven, the ancestors can't say anything.

How to go to the mortal world?

Go from the fairy trail forest.

Who is going?

No one wants to go.

A lack of aura in the mortal world is useless for cultivation, and who knows how many days it will take to find great talents from a sea of ​​people?

There are still 1000 years until the next millennium event. For 1000 years, if you don't enter the tenth rank, monks can't live for such a long time, and those who can enter the tenth rank are only a handful of hundreds of millions of monks in ten continents.

Furthermore, is the Fairy Trail Forest easy to walk?No one in a million can come back.

Even the letter sent by the ancestors did not specify how to return to Hetingwang after finding the person, only saying that when the time comes, they will naturally know.

Song Huaichen didn't know how the quota for entering the Fairy Trail Forest fell to Xiaodanfeng. His master, Tongwei, hadn't been knocked on the door by his junior sister in a hurry, waking him up from his closed-door meditation. Prepare yourself to enter the fairy trail forest.

"Eldest senior brother can't be contacted while traveling outside, and second senior sister can't be disturbed at the critical stage of promotion. We... we can only come to third senior brother you." The little junior sister sobbed softly, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Song Huaichen didn't say anything, just looked at her.

The man with cold complexion looks good, his eyes are particularly brilliant, the tails of his narrow and long eyes are raised up, and he looks like a half-smile vaguely, but there is a little coolness in his dark eyes, even if there is a smile at the corner of his eyes, there is an inhumane look. Cool air.

He only glanced at the little junior sister, and the crying little girl stopped in fright.

Without a word of comfort, Song Huaichen walked away.The man in the blue shirt stood silently, his clothes fluttering, and his body was full of cold and dusty air.

Song Huaichen was disappointed, Second Senior Sister can't bother?Then he can disturb those who have entered the forbidden retreat, so he is not at the juncture of promotion?

The retreat was forced to be interrupted, and the realm was unstable. Song Huaichen knew the ins and outs of the matter from the cynicism of Cuiyun Peak.

The matter has been settled, the senior brother is not here, the second senior sister is in seclusion, the remaining juniors and juniors don't have to think about it, if the cultivation level is too low, they will die.

What else can he do?

At the beginning, Master was in a difficult situation, dissuaded, and blocked, but Song Huaichen understood it with reason and moved him with emotion, and finally won the approval and nod of Daoist Tongwei.

Song Huaichen was disappointed again.

If the one who volunteered was the senior brother and the second senior sister, would the master nod?

If it was the senior brother and the second senior sister, they would not volunteer at all, but would make a big fuss, right?

In front of the stone tablet of "Immortal Guidance", Song Huaichen quietly thought about it, and then smiled, he can make trouble, but he won't, because it's too troublesome, in the final analysis, because he doesn't have that kind of courage and perseverance.

Why no courage and perseverance?Naturally, it is because the fundamental interests are not touched.

He didn't regard Xiao Danfeng as his home.

Comparing heart to heart, Junior Sister is of course more willing to interrupt his retreat.

But Song Huaichen still remembers that on the shore of the vast sea, Daoist Tongwei revived him who was dying, led him into the fairy gate, and watched the scene of the white rainbow and purple air coming from the east.

"Master, senior brother said that those who practice Zhanchen Jue have no heart, so he has always hated me." As soon as Song Huaichen said the words, he saw the disapproving expression of Master Tongwei.

"I think he's right." Song Huaichen raised a hand and stopped the master's words, "But when he comes back, please tell him that even a heartless person knows how to repay his kindness."

The apprentice bowed to the master and bowed to the ground: "Just leave now."

The realm is unstable, the mood is fluctuating, and the tumbling undercurrent in the sea of ​​consciousness returns to calm in this bow.

After a bow, Song Huaichen turned around casually, as if he had let go of some heavy burden. Daoist Tongwei stretched out his hand to persuade him to stay, but he was speechless. His heartless evaluation might be true.

The young man in a green cloth gown stepped over the stone tablet "Immortal Guides the Way" and stepped into the boundary of the fairy forest. Thick fog swept in from all directions, engulfing the man's back in an instant.

If Song Huaichen felt something, when he turned around, he only had time to see the thick fog covering the entrance, the quiet woods suddenly became ghostly, the melodious birdsong turned into mournful mourning, white light flashed across, and thunder rumbled.

The soles of Song Huaichen's feet were empty, and the huge suction force pulled him down.

The moment the accident happened, the man squeezed out the hand formula like lightning, and several blue lights shot around, trying to find a refuge in the vast white mist, but the lush and vast fairy forest seemed to disappear in an instant, and the shot quickly disappeared. The blue light emitted was swallowed by the misty mist, and did not touch anything that could be attached.

The wind blew wildly, the mist was like cutting, Song Huaichen could hardly open his eyes, a thunder suddenly exploded, white light rushed to his eyes instantly, and a thunder dragon opened its mouth and bit down on the top of his head!

The purple thunder flashed, and layers of charms appeared on Song Huaichen's green shirt. The light of the spells only flashed before being smashed by the Thunder Snake. A robe with 99 layers of defensive formations was torn into shreds!

The strong wind was like a knife, and cut holes in Song Huaichen's body, blood overflowed, dyeing the mist bright red!

Thunder Dragon swooped down, and the bright red mist exploded like a puff of smoke, bringing up a burnt smell, and the sharp thunder stings the eardrums, and even the head hurts.

Song Huaichen let out a long shout, raised one hand, spread his five fingers, the blue light was flowing, and the white mist surged wildly, like a dragon gathering water, with Song Huaichen's palm as the center, a mysterious formation formed, the thunder dragon hit head-on, and the lightning flashed everywhere. Overflowing, the majestic spiritual energy radiates out, like raging water, washing the world into a white space!

Everything is quiet.

stab.

A small bolt of lightning struck across the clear blue sky. It was a thunderstorm that even mortals would not care about. Even the grass could not be scorched.

Song Huaichen, who fell from the sky, gnawed a mouthful of mud, couldn't breathe, felt severe pain all over his body, and couldn't stand up at all.

Song Huaichen lay on the ground, squinting his eyes to look around, seeing green grass everywhere, not much different from the scenery of the Fairy Trail Forest.

The spiritual power in the air was terribly thin, and it was already impossible to meditate to recover from the injury.

Song Huaichen's face was covered with mud, and his body was in tatters. His clothes looked like rags, and his original color could not be seen at all. The exposed skin under the clothes was full of wounds, and was burnt by lightning. It was almost impossible to see.It is completely two extremes with the fairy misty a moment ago.

Song Huaichen didn't care, or he didn't have the energy to care, the man on the ground heard footsteps approaching.

It's terrible.

Song Huaichen thought to himself.

The house leak happens to rain all night, any mortal can kill him.

Song Huaichen turned sideways with difficulty, and hid under the tree.From the corner of the eye, I saw a small cave behind the trees and vines not far away.

Before Song Huaichen could think about whether he should go there or not, a male voice with obvious panting came from above his head: "This is...was struck by lightning?"

Song Huaichen twisted his neck and tried to raise his head, the angle was wrong, he couldn't really see the beauty and ugliness of the person, but the blood dripping from the lowered sword tip could be clearly seen.

The blood carried strong spiritual power, and Song Huaichen felt that his breathing became much easier when he got close.

Second Olympics.

Song Huaichen cursed in his heart.

It turned out that he couldn't breathe because the aura here was too thin?

shit.

Song Huaichen cursed a second time in his heart.

This guy is a monk.

Song Huaichen supported the tree trunk and sat up, finally adjusted his vision and saw the person coming.

A miserable monk, Song Huaichen's face was covered in mud, his face was covered in blood.

In the eyes of the monks in ten continents overseas, the mortal monks are not much different from ordinary people. The desolate fairy who fell from the sky pointed to the hiding place he just discovered: "There is a cave there."

The young monk who heard the voice looked there, and the hole was completely dark behind the vegetation, which looked very deep: "Generally speaking, I would not choose to hide in a cave when I am fleeing."

He looked seriously injured, with blood gushing out as soon as he opened his mouth, but his tone was very steady: "When you are unlucky and enter a place of unknown depth, the result is usually not very good, and there may be other dangers in the hole. "

Saying so, the monk picked up Song Huaichen and ran to the cave.

Song Huaichen: "Why did you bring me?"

Cultivator: "Didn't you see that I was being hunted down?"

Chapter 2

The cave was very deep, and the monk didn't dare to go deep, so he took a breath-holding talisman at the entrance of the cave and sat down cross-legged.

He assumed a breath-adjusting posture, but he didn't dare to adjust his breath, and his eyes were fixed on the outside of the cave.

Song Huaichen sat paralyzed against the stone wall, his eyes paused on the breath-holding talisman, and he confirmed that he had successfully reached the mortal world.

Whether it is talisman paper or runes, they are all crude and rough, and they are completely unsightly in the eyes of monks from ten continents overseas.

Thinking that he would spend hundreds of thousands of years here, Song Huaichen couldn't help sighing, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality.

In the mortal world where spiritual power is so thin that it affects breathing, it is really sad that he has a body of cultivation but cannot use it.

The monk who was in the cave with him turned to look at him: "Why are you sighing?"

Song Huaichen smiled and said, "I am born with a talent that is useless."

Taoism is natural, and monks pay attention to the unity of inside and outside. Whether the spiritual energy of the outside world is strong or not will indeed affect the monk's moves, but because the spiritual energy is too thin, it is impossible to perform a whole body, or even breathe.

But Song Huaichen happened to meet him, so it could only be Heaven's suppression of high-ranking monks.

The monk in the cave obviously didn't understand the reason for Song Huaichen's sigh, but he didn't ask further, just said: "I hope fellow Taoists can help me a little bit later."

Song Huaichen nodded: "I will try my best."

He agreed simply, but the monk felt strange: "You don't ask anything?"

"You were hunted down, there is no reason for me to be let go when I was with you." Song Huaichen had already begun to pick and choose in the sumeru bag, "If the one chasing you is an orthodox monk who will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, Then you are a villain, and I will not live to speak to you now."

"What if I want to take you as a hostage?" the monk asked again.

"I don't think I'm worth it." Song Huaichen said slowly, "Do you want my help?"

"of course yes."

"But I'm a loser."

"Friend Daoist, what you said is not authentic."

Song Huaichen: "...can you be a little conscious of being hunted down, is it time to bargain?"

The monk with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth had a hippie smile: "To each other."

Song Huaichen: "Where is the person who chased you?"

The monk smiled, then suppressed his expression: "Isn't this coming?"

The ancient trees outside the cave were blown off countless times, and the breath-holding amulet at the entrance of the cave suddenly glowed. Five monks stepped down on the clouds, and they were several grades higher than the young monks who ran on the ground with their feet covered in mud.

The leader is a man, with fierce eyebrows and eyes, followed by a man and a woman, both of them are of immortal appearance, the man is very close, and he seems to be competing with the leader .

There are two men behind these three people, their momentum is a little weaker, they should be followers.

The young monk began to explain thoughtfully: "The head monk is named Ge Qing, one of the three masters of Medicine Master Gu, who is also a doctor of medicine and poisoning. He usually looks so unreasonable, and there are very few people who get close to him. , so no one will find out that he has practiced magic."

Song Huaichen saw the gloom at the spiritual altar where the leading male cultivator said: "You discovered it by chance, and thus brought about the disaster of killing yourself?"

The young monk nodded and said, "That's right. Ge Qing's cultivation is almost at the peak of Nascent Soul after being enchanted. In addition, the people behind him are at least at the fifth level of foundation building. I really can't beat this little golden core."

Song Huaichen thought to himself, what the hell, doesn't the mortal world judge cultivation by ten ranks?

But foundation building, nascent soul, golden elixir...these realms sound really familiar.

Song Huaichen was thinking about his little thoughts, and suddenly the young monk turned his head to look at him, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were bright: "This useless fellow Taoist whose cultivation I can't see through, can you save my life?"

Song Huaichen didn't answer directly: "You want me to kill them for you?"

The monk shook his head: "It cannot be killed."

Song Huaichen didn't ask why he couldn't kill him: "Then I can save you."

"Oh?" The young monk's voice didn't fluctuate too much, and he lacked interest, obviously not believing it.

Song Huaichen found it interesting. It was rare for him to be interested in a single person. Ever since he stepped into the fairyland, he met many cold and virtuous people, as well as many cruel and ruthless ones. One by one, he was silent and calm, wishing to write the city on his face .

This kind of lively and jumping style is rarely seen.

"Since you have the will to die, why are you still arguing with me if you really don't believe that I can save you?"

"What is wool?"

"Good stuff."

The five monks outside the cave had already searched around. From Song Huaichen's point of view, the crude breath-holding talisman is a rare and good thing in this world, and it actually blocked their prying eyes.

The search was fruitless, and the five people gathered again. Coincidentally, they met in front of the cave where they were hiding.

Song Huaichen heard the monk named Ge Qing say: "Lu Tingyun got my bone erosion incense, the more he uses his spiritual power, the faster the poison spreads, it is impossible to run far."

Song Huaichen repeated those three syllables: "Lu Tingyun?"

"It's right here." The young monk directly threw the jade pendant at his waist to Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen raised his hand to catch it, the tentacles were warm and moist, first of all it was a good piece of jade.

The jade pendant is exquisitely carved, decorated with cloud patterns, with the word "Guiyi" carved on one side and the word "Lu Tingyun" on the other side.

Song Huaichen looked it over and threw the jade tablet back: "Keep it away."

Reciprocating courtesy, he gestured his name on the wet ground: "Song Huaichen."

Lu Tingyun tucked the jade plaque back to his waist, and said with a smile, "Good name."

Song Huaichen nodded cheekily: "I think so too."

He asked, "What is the Fragrant Bone Fragrance?"

After the words came out of his mouth, he regretted himself: "Forget it, I will ask you about this next time."

"Which direction is your sect? How far is it from here?"

Lu Tingyun replied: "The south is thousands of miles away."

Song Huaichen asked again: "If I can send you back to the sect, will it count as saving your life?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll see you off." Song Huaichen finally pulled out his hand from the pouch, with a talisman between his fingers, "To the south, ten thousand miles."

There was a hole, two slender fingers covered in mud and blood, Song Huaichen pulled the talisman paper down, the seemingly random movement carried tremendous force, the sharp sound of breaking wind roared, the talisman fell, and the silver rune When it exploded, the dark cave was suddenly as bright as day, Lu Tingyun didn't even make a surprised expression, and disappeared out of thin air.

When Lu Tingyun opened his eyes dizzily, screams filled his ears, he was surrounded by a familiar street market, and a disciple in Guiyizong's costume flew towards him stepping on a flying sword, and someone called him "senior brother".Lu Tingyun followed the prestige and finally heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the person coming.

As soon as the breath that he was holding on was released, he couldn't hold it anymore. The last thing he thought about before he fell into a coma was, what kind of cultivation is this crippled fellow Taoist named Song Huaichen?

What is Song Huaichen's cultivation?

Only his elder brother knows what Heting looks like.

The monk in white with a sword had a terrifying aura. When he arrived at the Fairy Trail Forest, it was already the time when the fog cleared.

He saw his master with a dazed expression in front of the immortal guiding stele, lowered his head to glance at the writing on the stele that had not yet disappeared, pushed the crying little junior sister forward, and said coldly: "Look clearly!"

In the fairy trail forest, those who seek hermits will not be met, and they will not be able to return to their own delusions, so they disappear in this world.

The immortal guides the way of the predecessors, and the stone tablet records the life of every person who enters the forest, which is the last commemoration for them.

According to the records in the classics, those who entered the forest who were able to come back all came in the form of immortals, which was very different from before entering the forest.

On the stone tablet, there is no word about Song Huaichen's life, but only the shocking realm of cultivation, the tenth rank of great perfection.

The little junior sister was sluggish, and Daoist Tongwei couldn't get back to his senses.

Among the ten overseas continents, He Tingwang is not ranked high. The root cause is that no one has been able to successfully ascend for ten thousand years, and the highest cultivation level is only at the eighth-rank level.

Daoist Tongwei is good at alchemy, and his cultivation is only at the sixth rank, and his disciple, who is known as a once-in-a-hundred-year genius, is only at the seventh rank.

Song Huaichen is actually tenth rank Dzogchen?With such a state, he still hides it? !

"Impossible!" Junior Sister yelled sharply, "There must be a phenomenon when the realm rises. After entering the tenth-rank realm, there is a sense of heaven and earth. It is impossible for no one to notice the movement of his promotion! It is impossible for him to be the tenth-rank Dzogchen!"

"Because when he entered the mountain, he was in the realm of tenth-rank Dzogchen! Have you ever seen two ranks in a row, cutting off the third rank above the fifth rank with one sword? Have you ever seen the promotion of stepping into the fifth rank and only attracting two colorful clouds? "

"You should know that Song Huaichen's realm is definitely not as low as he showed when he killed the seventh-rank sea jellyfish alone and saved you!"

"He, why did he hide it? How did he hide it so well?!" The junior sister was almost incoherent, "Elder brother, don't you hate him? How could it be possible for the person you hate...how could it be possible to have Ascension?" possible?"

Song Huaichen's realm is not high, but his strength is not bad, and his speed of promotion is not slow. The junior sister who likes the senior brother is afraid that Bai Yijianxiu will not be able to keep the No.1 name, so she thinks of a stupid trick to interrupt Song Huaichen's retreat , forcing him into the fairy trail forest.

And this move made Xiao Danfeng lose a chance to become famous.

The tenth rank of Great Perfection, even if it cannot ascend, is the highest cultivation attained in the ten thousand years of Stretrel Tower.

"I don't like him because he doesn't trust us. Master treats him sincerely, and we never treat him badly, but he never shows his true face!" That's why he said that Song Huaichen has no heart, and Zhanchen Jue is just an excuse.

At the same time, he was also wary of Song Huaichen, a person who had tenth rank cultivation but landed on the island as a shipwrecked visitor would not be without secrets.

At this moment, there is no word on the stele of the immortal to indicate his life, and Song Huaichen's origin is even more mysterious.

Jianxiu in white stood staring at the fading handwriting for a long time, and all his hostility dissipated: "Forget it... let's go."

Song Huaichen was not here, although he missed a god-given opportunity, but at least he could feel at ease.

Chapter 3

The divine movement talisman tore apart the breath-containing talisman, and the spiritual power in the cave leaked out. The five people outside the cave turned their heads at the same time, and Ge Qing, the leader, raised his hand and threw a cloud of gray smoke over.

Song Huaichen took another talisman, and a huge black shadow jumped out, filling the entire cave, completely submerging Song Huaichen's figure!

The fishy wind swept across, as if there was a huge monster in the wind, the hard scales scraped the ground, flying sand and rocks!

The gray smoke collided with the foul wind, evenly matched, the gray smoke was extinguished, the foul wind dispersed, the black shadow in the wind was enraged, and with a roar, it charged straight at Ge Qing!With a flick of the long tail, it is like flying sand and rocks again!

Song Huaichen succeeded in one blow, and flew back into the depths of the cave.

There is a wind blowing out of the cave, it is not a dead end, he was able to send out two talismans, it is also because the aura in the cave is stronger than the outside world, there is another universe in this cave.

The cave is very deep and slopes downwards. The steeper the slope, the steeper the slope is, and there is a vertical cliff at the end.

Song Huaichen clasped the mountain wall and looked down with his probe. It was pitch black and bottomless.There is a wind blowing upwards from below, carrying extremely strong spiritual power.Bathed in the wind, Song Huaichen's breathing was smooth for the first time after arriving in this world.

He didn't hesitate for too long, let go and jumped down.

The strong wind rolled past the ears, and the rich spiritual energy surrounded him like a pool of warm water. Song Huaichen raised his hand and sealed a restriction on the top of his head.

Because of Song Huaichen's intervention, a vortex suddenly appeared in the storm of spiritual power surging upwards like a sea tide.

With Song Huaichen as the center, the vortex is like a bottomless pit, like a greedy beast opening its mouth to drink wildly, or like a boastful father drinking a river and a river, almost exhausted.

The slope with a huge inclination angle turned into a vertically downward mountain wall. The passage changed from wide to narrow, and the cave wall became more rugged. In the collapse, Song Huaichen carried the vortex all the way down, whether it was the wind or spiritual energy, he was taken away by him, and there was a ringing echo in the passage, and the rocks that persisted for an unknown age were loosened from the cave wall one by one.

The crackling sound of the mountain can be clearly heard.

Song Huaichen held the Yinling Jue with one hand, and changed his gestures with the other hand. The moving fingertips were stained with a thin layer of light. The light left clear tracks in the dark environment, like blooming flowers.

The thin layer of restriction covering the cave roof extends down the cave wall, and the runes are like vines, tightly entwining the loose rocks and firmly pressing them on the cave wall.

The collapse of a mountain disappeared with a single gesture of the hand, and Song Huaichen finally fell to the bottom.

The ground is warm and wet.

The falling passage is narrow and long, but the space below is wide, and the steady sound of water reverberates, and there is sparkling light as far as the eye can see.

The weak light source was at the bottom of the water. Song Huaichen kicked off his dilapidated shoes and stepped into the water with bare feet.

The water temperature was pleasant and contained abundant spiritual energy. Song Huaichen simply stripped off his tattered clothes, and walked cautiously into the depths of the water with the faint light from the bottom of the water.

The warm water covered the ankles, the calves, the waist, the chest, until the top.

Song Huaichen held his breath, staring at the light at the bottom of the water, kicked his feet, and dived there.

The running water washed away the stains on his body and healed Song Huaichen's wounds at the same time.

After all, Song Huaichen was not used to being naked, so after taking a bath in disguise, he put on his clothes in the water.

The clothes were not the literati's green shirt he wore when he was looking at the crane pavilion, but the wide-sleeved long robe that made him look like a fairy. The white clothes shone like silver in the waves, which made him stand out from the world.

Song Huaichen didn't want to wear white at the Heting Pavilion, not for the sake of keeping a low profile, if he was really such a cautious person, he wouldn't be wearing his original clothes at this moment.He doesn't wear white, just because everyone in the world knows that his elder brother wears white clothes, and he has no intention of competing with him.

People who have no heart also have a heart, but they can't tolerate it after all.

After putting it on, Song Huaichen approached the glowing object at the bottom of the water. It was a white cylindrical object that was one palm long and two fingers wide. The fracture was rough, as if it had been forcibly broken off from something.

This thing not only glows, but also emits a steady stream of aura, so thick that even Song Huaichen, who has recovered more than half of it at this time, feels oppressed.

Song Huaichen tentatively stretched out his hand to touch it, and it felt quite hard, with a slightly rough surface, like a bone.

The thing that seemed to be a bone cut didn't respond to Song Huaichen's touch. The man became more courageous, stretched out his hand to hold it, waited for a while, and pulled it up.

Then he felt resistance, something attached to the cut bone.

Song Huaichen stepped into the water by stepping on stones. Now when he dived to the bottom, what he saw was also a mess of rocks, and the spiritual power scattered by the bone cuts blown the surrounding gravel into fine sand for a long time. Whisk away one layer.

Under the bone cut is still a white bone, which is obviously a human hand, holding the bone cut tightly, and the tip of the finger bone penetrates into it, connecting it as one.

And at the wrist of this hand, it is grasping the other hand - it is also a bone-in-bone grasping method.

They're grabbing the bone.

There were more than two people who robbed the bone.Song Huaichen pushed away another layer of fine sand, revealing layers of bones underneath.Those bones belonged to monks, and there was a faint spiritual power left on them, which gave off a faint light at the bottom of the lake, resisting the spiritual power emitted by the bones.

The strength of the bone cut was reduced layer by layer. After Song Huaichen pushed away the fine sand that was a palm deep, he couldn't push it anymore, because the fine sand turned back into gravel, and the layers of bones overlapped each other. If the upper layer of bones is completely removed, he will not be able to see the whole picture of the lower layer.

Song Huaichen didn't want to watch it.

Because he probed a little with spiritual power, there were still bones at the end, and I don't know how thick the pile was.

Song Huaichen came out of the water, looked around, there was already some distance from where he entered the water.The water is flowing, and he simply floated forward along the current.

The light from the white bone under the water gradually faded away, but he had no intention of turning back.

Tens of thousands of people are vying for that thing, Song Huaichen met him, but he didn't want it.

After an unknown amount of time, light appeared again in the dark field of vision.

As the light grew stronger, the reverberation of the water sound in the confined space gradually weakened, and the space became narrow again, while the water level gradually increased, almost reaching the ceiling of the cave.

Song Huaichen had no choice but to dive into the water again.

The speed of the water suddenly increased, and the spiritual power was drained rapidly. Song Huaichen, who was submerged in the water, immediately felt suffocated, and then he was pushed to the surface of the water by a dark surge.

The suffocation made him subconsciously open his mouth to breathe, but the thin aura further deepened the suffocation.

Song Huaichen went upstream to the surface of the water, but was patted back by an undercurrent.

Amidst the sound of rolling water, he vaguely heard a voice shouting: "Help someone! Save someone! Someone has fallen into the water!"

Falling into the water is not the same as drowning, Song Huaichen was safe and sound, but the moment he was photographed by the undercurrent was too much like a person who could not swim sinking to the bottom, someone on the shore had already jumped down to save him.

The person who entered the water was very good at swimming, and soon approached Song Huaichen.It was inconvenient to communicate in the water, Song Huaichen did not resist the other party's kindness, and let the other party drag him to the shore.

Amidst the noise of people, Song Huaichen was pulled ashore, he spat out meaningfully, and then thanked the person who dragged him up clearly.

Probably never encountered such a drowning person before, the people around were noisy, and Song Huaichen's "You're welcome" sounded full of embarrassment.

Drenched all over, unable to breathe freely, Song Huaichen sat on the ground.He raised his head and looked at the people around him. There were thorn hairpin cloth skirts, thick brown short shirts, and some of them were holding hoes in their hands and forgot to put them down. Regardless of whether they were old or young, their faces were full of signs of wind and rain.

The peasants looked away uncomfortably under Song Huaichen's scrutiny, and many older girls and daughters-in-law subconsciously made movements such as touching their temples and pressing the corners of their skirts.

The drenched and downcast man looked good in white clothes, and his face was even more beautiful.

"Let's go, let's go!" The shouts came from far to near, and it didn't sound urgent. The crowd parted a small gap, and a doctor with a goatee, a long gown, and straw sandals squeezed in, carrying a medicine box. .

Langzhong, who seemed to be in his thirties, stroked his goatee and glanced at Song Huaichen, and Song Huaichen also glanced at him.

A glance completed the exchange.

The doctor turned around and waved away the people around him: "Let's go, let's go, this guy is fine, I'll just go back and make him a bowl of ginger soup."

Song Huaichen slowly stood up from the ground, and thanked the villagers who were walking and turning back. When he bent down, the sluggish farmers coaxed them to disperse.

"Fellow Taoist, where are you from?" Lang Zhong asked in a dragged tone.

Song Huaichen pointed to the surface of the water: "Come from the water." Then he asked, "Where is this?"

The doctor also pointed to the water: "Yingshan Lake."

The ripples have dissipated, and the water is as flat as a mirror.

There is a mirror lake on one side, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the shadows of the mountains are reflected in the water, green and clear, worthy of the name Yingshan Lake.

Song Huaichen picked up his drenched sleeves and twisted them in his hands: "I've never heard of it."

The village is very small, and the two of them walked very fast. The small yard with the medicine plaques in the sun appeared in sight, and the doctor pierced the last layer of window paper: "Of course you have never heard of it, after all, even Yingzhou and Penglai Without Yingshan Lake, I just don’t know which continent you come from, Fellow Daoist?”

"Small place, look at Heting." Song Huaichen reported his family name, and then asked the doctor, "Where did you come from, fellow Taoist?"

"Abbot." The doctor replied, and actually lit the stove to cook ginger soup for Song Huaichen.

The aura was weak and breathing was difficult. Song Huaichen didn't bother to use his spiritual power to dry his clothes, so he just sat down on a chair so wet: "Friend Daoist, what are you doing here——Actually, I haven't even figured out whether this is the Central Plains Continent or not." ...What is the name of the fellow Taoist?"

"This is indeed the Middle Earth where the mortal world is. My surname is Huang. You can call me Huang Yaoshi."

"...Huang Yaoshi," Song Huaichen repeated again, and said a familiar title, "good name."

The pharmacist surnamed Huang couldn't understand the man's expression. Fangzhang Mountain's elixirs were famous in ten continents, and eight out of ten monks on the mountain were pharmacists. Huang Yaoshi didn't think his name was anything good.

Meeting by chance, Huang Yaoshi couldn't ask too many questions: "I guess you came here to find the man of destiny?" He looked at Song Huaichen questioningly, and the latter nodded slightly.

So Huang Yaoshi smiled quite complacently: "Hehe, I didn't come here to find a needle in a haystack to find someone. I broke the boundary and went down to 'weights and measures'."

Chapter 4

Song Huaichen: "For what?"

"Weights and measures." Huang Yaoshi stretched out his hand and drew the word "weights and measures" in the air, "This is a large-scale organization with influence spread across three thousand worlds. If things are not fair, they should be killed."

"It is rumored that there are monks, mortals, powerful people, and dignitaries in this organization. There is not a single piece of news in the immortal and mortal realms that the weights and measures do not know."

"I was lucky enough to see a weights and measures operation when I first came up to Mount Zhang." Huang Yaoshi looked forward to it, "I will never forget it ever since."

"There are so many injustices in the world, so many should be killed. Can the weights and measures be balanced? Can it be killed?" Song Huaichen was in a waned mood. "If the organization you mentioned really exists, how could it not be discovered?"

"People who measure weights and measures, never say that I am weights and measures. I am afraid that half of the heroic stories in the world have the shadow of weights and measures."

"Weights and Measures don't report their family name, how did you find out?" Song Huaichen asked, he stood up from his chair and interrupted, "Before we continue this topic, can you lend me a dry suit first?"

Huang Yaoshi fanned the fire without raising his head: "You have no clothes?"

"Yes, but they are not your cloth clothes." The monk's clothes are too different from ordinary people's, Song Huaichen does not intend to stand alone.

Huang Yaoshi thought it made sense, the clothes that the peasants regarded as family property were nothing to him: "Come with me."

Huang Yaoshi and Song Huaichen were about the same size, but the size of the former's clothes was more or less different when worn on the latter.The alchemist cares about the weight of the medicinal materials, the time and the heat, and pursues the best