Dust roots [comprehension]

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The forest boundary is safe, and the mountains and forests outside the forest boundary can never return.

The warnings handed down from generation to generation have lost their effectiveness over the years. More and more people are exploring outside the forest boundary. Some cannot return, but even more can.

"As long as you can still see the fence, you're safe."

The people in the village said so, which virtually expanded the scope of the forest boundary.

Song Huaichen washed his hands in clean water, twisted the clean gauze that had been boiled in boiling water: "These people caught something amazing."

“How come you see?”

"There is black air between their brows."

Huang Yaoshi glanced secretly: "Why didn't I see it?"

Song Huaichen looked at the goatee that drifted past his sight: "Because you are old."

Huang Yaoshi: "Presbyopia? What is presbyopia?"

"Old-sighted."

Huang Yaoshi stepped on Song Huaichen's foot under the cover of his robe, and the latter nimbly moved away, holding the gauze to bandage the wounded.

"Song, Mr. Song, you rest, I will do it myself, I will do it myself!" The black face of the man sitting in the medicine hall was flushed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Song Huaichen's hand regardless of the wound on his arm that was still bleeding. gauze.

Song Huaichen raised his arms high: "Sit down!"

The medicine is three-point poisonous, not to mention the marked "poison.drug", the effect of the medicine faded, Huang Yaoshi reminded him to take the medicine, Song Huaichen responded superficially, but privately refused to take it.

Cultivation is the foundation of his standing, he hoped that he could hide it in the crane pavilions full of monks, but if he didn't believe it, he couldn't hide it in the mortal world.

In the mortal world where the spiritual power is extremely scarce, the man desperately grabs the limited spiritual energy in the air, weaves an exquisite cycle, and tightly locks the energy in the whole body, making himself look useless under the effect of the medicine.

That's why the man's face was always pale and weak. When Huang Yaoshi asked him, he only said that he was not acclimatized.

The seemingly frail man can read and write, which is the hope of the younger generation. Even though the teaching method is miraculous, the villagers still respect him very much.

Let Song Huaichen bandage his wound?I dare not even think about it.

"This gauze has been boiled in boiling water. It is clean. Don't touch it if your hands are dirty."

Song Huaichen opened his mouth, but no one dared to refute.

The black-faced man sat back lazily, his muscles tensed, and he was uncomfortable from head to toe.

The black-faced man didn't leave immediately after healed his wounds. He had to wait for his companion who went up the mountain with him.

Five people went up the mountain, each with their own scarf. Song Huaichen raised his chin and signaled the second one to sit down: "Can a raccoon be caught like this? I want to see how big this raccoon is."

There were many people in the medicine hall, and the symptoms were different. Langzhong Wang drew a few straw mats as curtains to divide the medicine hall into several areas, and a group of five people just occupied a small cubicle.As soon as Song Huaichen spoke, the expressions of the five people changed.

The black-faced man was hesitant to speak, with a troubled expression on his face, and the remaining four smiled with their mouths pursed, their expressions quite smug.

Among the five, the black-faced man was the oldest, and he was approaching his age. The remaining four were all young people in their twenties, at the age when they were not afraid of anything.

Seeing the expressions of the four young men, the older man immediately scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing!" The man had the awe that peasants have for scholars towards Song Huaichen. The nonchalant yelled at Song Huaichen: "A group of raccoon dogs, a group."

He paused, and added: "It's a pity I didn't catch it."

Song Huaichen then sighed regretfully, as if he didn't doubt the authenticity of his words at all, and then said with a bit of yearning for the unknown, "If there is a chance, I would like to ask you to take me for a walk on the mountain to see those little things."

The expression on the black-faced man's face softened, and he agreed repeatedly.

The four young men winked at each other, and the one on the far right said, "Mr. Song, although we didn't catch the raccoon dog, we did catch a rare item."

It was too late for the older man to say anything, the other young man blinked mischievously: "It's not convenient for the villagers to see strange things."

No matter how much Yingshan Lake looks like a paradise, as long as there are people there, there will be friction. The small village is simple and honest, but it is not to the point where it does not close its doors at night.

"But Mr. Song, it doesn't matter to you. Come tonight and we will show you."

The implication is that if other people come together, they will not be shown to him.

The older man looked reluctant, and he didn't say anything to refute. He seemed to be convincing himself: "Mr. Song, you can come and see... Maybe you can recognize what it is, after all, you have read a lot."

Huang Yaoshi, who was separated by a few curtains, could hear their conversation clearly. After sending away all the wounded, he had time to talk to Song Huaichen: "So they really caught something extraordinary?"

"Are you going to see it tonight?"

"No matter how great it is, it's below the Golden Core," Song Huaichen smiled, "I'll find out when I get back."

Autumn is getting stronger, the sky is getting dark early, and the little lights from the windows of the houses on the undulating mountain road are extinguished one by one, and the small village by the lake is quickly plunged into darkness.

Huang Yaoshi locked the gate of the courtyard, sat cross-legged in the courtyard, breathing in the cold moonlight.

The medicine stove in front of the medicine hall is kept on all day long, and the bitter taste of various medicinal materials is mixed into the evening mist, bringing a special coolness.

In the bitter mist, the man sitting cross-legged exuded the aura of a monk. The whole courtyard, together with the sound of the simmering medicinal soup, seemed to be filled with a misty fairy air.

Song Huaichen came back at this time.

The door was bolted, and he climbed over the wall in complete disbelief.

Huang Yaoshi opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes scattered.

Song Huaichen was stunned for a moment, as if he realized that the other party came from the famous Abbot Mountain among the ten continents overseas.The pharmacist at Heting Wang could be crushed to death with one finger, but the pharmacist at Fangzhang Mountain might not be so easy to deal with.

Song Huaichen has only seen one Lu Tingyun, who reported his cultivation of Golden Core, and the gap between the realms is not equal, Song Huaichen has no way of inferring the strength of the Void Refining Realm.

If it is really like what Huang Yaoshi said, it is a strength that is less than a rank, then the man with the goatee will definitely save a hand.The divine light in his eyes is not something a first-rank cultivator can possess.

But just like the two tacitly didn't ask about each other's rank and state when they reported their families at the beginning, Song Huaichen just pretended not to see each other at this moment: "When you are practicing, at least put a restriction. If I have bad intentions for you, it will be enough for you to drink." One pot."

Huang Yaoshi got up slowly, and looked at the cage covered with a cloth in Song Huaichen's hand: "What did the Tang family catch?"

Song Huaichen put the cage on the ground and lifted the cloth.

Inside the cage was a small, fluffy animal with the length of two palms, small eyes and round ears. It looked a lot like a weasel, also known as a weasel.The difference is that its ears and beak are white, and the fur on its back is dark brown.

The little thing arched his back, bared his teeth, and huddled in the corner of the cage farthest from Song Huaichen, making a low threatening sound from his throat, but his body was trembling, showing a typical stern look.One of its hind legs was bloodied and folded unnaturally, revealing white bones under the rolled-up flesh.

Huang Yaoshi looked at it with great interest, and his tone seemed to be endorsing: "Sniper like, shaped like a mouse, with white ears and white beak, if you see it, you will be a state-owned soldier."

"I've been here for so long, but this is the first time I've seen such an ominous thing."

Sniper's body was covered with a layer of red light invisible to ordinary people, and this light was particularly obvious under the cold moonlight.

The little thing in the cage has only a superficial level of cultivation, and it can be killed by ordinary people with a little effort, but it is a harbinger of bad luck, and the so-called omen means that this thing will inevitably happen. No wise monk can stop it.

The so-called resolution is an after-the-fact remedy.

Huang Yaoshi murmured, "What should I do?"

"Take one step at a time." Song Huaichen made a speech without public morals, "As for this--I haven't tasted sniper meat yet, do you want to try it?"

Huang Yaoshi: "..."

Chapter 8

This time I couldn't share the food with others, so Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi closed the door and secretly opened the small stove.

Remove the fishy smell, blanch, wrap in paste, heat oil, fry on high heat, add seasonings, and simmer slowly.

The strange animal meat with spiritual power in his body exuded a tangy aroma, Huang Yaoshi probed into the kitchen countless times, and Song Huaichen threw people out again and again.

Song Huaichen also knew the fragrance, the fragrance and the spiritual power emanated from the pot, he put the lid on the pot and shouted at Huang Yaoshi: "Come out with a barrier, this thing can't be eaten by others!"

Yaoshi Huang obeyed obediently.

Finally, when the meat came out of the pot, Huang Yaoshi took the chopsticks and stretched them into the pot without waiting for Song Huaichen to put the meat into the bowl.

This time Song Huaichen didn't stop him, but told him to be careful not to burn his mouth.

After all, he is a cultivator, and no matter how impatient he is, his eating looks are considered gentle. Huang Yaoshi commented as he ate it: "The meat is so soft and glutinous, it melts in the mouth, and the fire control is first-class. The layer of sauce wrapped around the meat is sweet and neutralized. The fatty feeling like meat."

He concluded: "One piece of meat can serve three bowls of rice!"

Upon hearing this, Song Huaichen filled a bowl full of rice for Huang Yaoshi: "Let me have a look?""

Huang Yaoshi looked at the rice and then at the meat, feeling that he was at a disadvantage: "No, one bowl of rice gets three bowls of meat!"

Song Huaichen gave him the rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks himself, turned a piece of meat the size of a knuckle in the pot, and put it into his mouth. He chewed it carefully as if appreciating it, then put down the chopsticks, leaving Yaoshi Huang alone. People gobble it up.

Huang Yaoshi: "You don't want to eat?"

Song Huaichen: "I have only been a mortal for two days, so I dare not eat."

Huang Yaoshi laughed at him for being too cautious: "Have you ever seen a monk who is full?"

Song Huaichen looked at half a bowl of meat that had disappeared: "Maybe I will see it soon."

Huang Yaoshi, who ate until his beard was soaked in oil and water, rubbed his belly to digest food in the yard. Song Huaichen held a volume of medicine books and stood on the porch laughing at him: "Did you see that monk who was fed up?"

Huang Yaoshi glared at him: "Who is to blame for this!"

"It's strange." Of course, Song Huaichen didn't pick up his words, and threw the black pot out as soon as he turned around, "It's strange that it has a whole body of spiritual power, but it can't be directly absorbed by us like a spiritual fruit."

Song Huaichen thought for a while, and the corner of his mouth curled into a malicious arc: "It seems that I also have the opportunity to see the monk who frequently runs to the toilet."

Huang Yaoshi became angry with embarrassment: "Don't you go to the toilet?!"

"Go," Song Huaichen smiled, "Of course."

But compared to ordinary people, the number of times is definitely much less.

When he successfully fasted the valley just now, Song Huaichen thought about a question. After not eating, will the stomach still be there? Will it shrink?

He was very curious, but what the monk saw inside was the meridian spiritual platform, and he couldn't see those organs that are extremely important to the human body.And he is not a murderer, nor does he have heresy, and he will not find someone to open it up for this matter, so he has never figured out whether his stomach is still there, and whether he can still accept food, so at the beginning When Huang Yaoshi asked him to eat, he dared not eat.

After the first attempt, he knew that his stomach was still there, and it was very strong in maintaining its proper functions, and mobilized the entire digestive system.

However, when the end organs of the samsara of the five grains came into play, Song Huaichen felt extremely uncomfortable, and only then did he know that he was a clean freak.

People with a good craft are mostly gourmets. Song Huaichen knows how to eat. When he was a monk, he collected delicacies everywhere. Naturally, those delicacies can be transformed into pure spiritual power and absorbed by the body directly.

There are many monks, so the so-called delicacies are mostly bland, and the mundane food, thick oil and red sauce, can attract Huang Yaoshi from Fangzhang Mountain to drool, which shows its attractiveness.

However Song Huaichen held back.

Firstly, it was because he didn't like the result of "eating", and secondly, these delicacies didn't attract him as much as they did Huang Yaoshi.

Maybe it's because I eat too much good food, but the deeper reason——

Probably, it's because I practiced the Dust Severing Art.

Song Huaichen thought so.

Huang Yaoshi accumulated food and refused to drink the medicine to eliminate it, because once he took the medicine, he would really run to the toilet like Song Huaichen said.

"Come with me to the lake," he said in a righteous way, "go and see if I can find your way in."

There were a lot of people walking in the village, the farm work was heavy, and the remaining villagers were all exhausted. Under the darkening sky, they fell asleep earlier and earlier, which facilitated the actions of Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror, reflecting a round of bright moon, and the autumn wind is rustling, blowing layers of water mist.

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes and pointed to the center of the lake: "The first time you emerged from the water was at the center of the lake."

"The second time you came out, you came here." Huang Yaoshi was a little more impatient, and threw out a wave of spiritual power, which broke through the white mist and left a ripple on the lake.

The second time Song Huaichen appeared, it was more than two feet away from the shore: "There must be an undercurrent under the lake, otherwise you would not be able to move such a long distance at once."

"But then I found an old boatman and went to explore the lake. The water is as calm as the surface."

"The dead end only blocks the path of monks, and the undercurrents under the water may only be touched by monks going down."

Huang Yaoshi: "Before you came, I went down by myself, but I didn't find anything." He had a solemn expression, "I fainted out of nowhere, and when I woke up, I was already on the shore."

The meaning of these words is very clear, Song Huaichen didn't care, Shi Shiran said: "I'll go down."

As he spoke, he untied the belt of his coat, and Huang Yaoshi said to him with a serious expression: "I have a soft golden rope, tie it when you go down, if there is anything wrong, immediately pull the rope hard."

The movements of Song Huaichen's hands suddenly stopped, and his expression also changed.

"what happened?"

"The puppet I gave Ah Wan is in the hands of the monk."

Huang Yaoshi's expression was half excited and half nervous. The excited one was that he finally met the monk, and the nervous one was that Ah Wan and his party would never make it to the town at this moment. How could they meet the monk?

He asked eagerly, "What's going on?"

Song Huaichen tied his belt back, and with a flick of a finger, he projected an image in the white mist. What he saw was a dark mountain scene. The Yingshan Lake team walked along the old road that had been out of the mountain for many years. In the distance, a wooden cart piled with luggage was parked in an open space. The bonfire was still on, but no one was there.

There are scattered pots and pans by the campfire, leaving traces of panic and haste, and the luggage on the wooden cart is stacked neatly.

The puppet was held in the hands of a monk—and there was only one monk present.

The monk with star eyes and sword eyebrows, with a sword on his waist, is handsome and upright.

Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi watched him use the scabbard to lift the cover on the wooden cart, looked at the luggage casually, and then walked around the campfire twice, their eyes wandering on the ground.

The monk was observing, and Song Huaichen was also observing, and he felt that this person looked familiar.

Huang Yaoshi was also observing, and he observed very comprehensively: "It seems that this monk arrived after Ah Wan's accident." The monk in the picture was also investigating the reason for his disappearance.

Huang Yaoshi observed at the same time: "He is poisoned."

Song Huaichen raised his eyebrows: "Poisoned?"

The pharmacist of Fangzhang Mountain has a very good say in this aspect: "The face with both qi and blood... the poison is probably quite overbearing."

Song Huaichen: "I seem to hear a little eagerness from your tone?"

Huang Yaoshi admitted unabashedly: "It's an itchy skill."

Can only stare blankly, Huang Yaoshi turned to ask: "Why is he holding a puppet?"

In the picture, the monk's next action solved his confusion.

Although the friar with an upright appearance is deficient in both vitality and blood, he has keen insight and a pair of very dexterous hands. I don't see how he moves. A puppet is dismantled by him, and it is long and flat. Round and square, all kinds of parts are neatly arranged on the horizontal board of the wooden cart.

Huang Yaoshi raised his eyebrows so fast that they flew into his hair: "There are so many monks who don't do their jobs properly."

Song Huaichen sneered: "Eat my food, but you can't stop your mouth, ha ha."

In the picture, the idle monk twisted open the torso of the puppet, and took out the talisman that Song Huaichen stuffed inside.

Song Huaichen didn't respond, but Huang Yaoshi was nervous: "If he destroys this amulet, will our connection with the outside world be broken?!"

Song Huaichen clasped his fingers loosely, and a formula was ready to go: "That's right."

The monk turned the talisman paper upside down and looked back and forth several times, until he staggered because of the mysterious rune, and then moved his eyes away from it, and never made any action to destroy the talisman. No sign of wanting to own it.

The mysterious runes from Shizhou Overseas put a lot of pressure on the mortal monk who was depleted of energy and blood. He rested for a while before stuffing the rune paper back into the puppet's belly under the watchful eyes of Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi, and put it together again. went back.

Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi were waiting for his next move.

The monk sat on the ground and placed the puppet opposite him, as if it were a person.

Then the monk picked up a branch and drew three characters on the ground - Song Huaichen.

Huang Yaoshi: "Huh? Do you know each other?" He turned to look at Song Huaichen, only to see a meaningful smile on that beautiful man's face.

Then he opened his mouth with three words: "Lu Tingyun?"

These three words penetrated the formation, avoided the dead end, and spat out from the mouth of a distant, tiny puppet.

In the dark mountains and fields, the cultivator with straight eyebrows also raised a smile: "Song Daoyou—or Senior Song? Long time no see."

Song Huaichen used the puppet's mouth to talk to him: "Friend Daoist, older people don't like titles that appear to be older. I see that you have lost both energy and blood, and the smell of bone erosion is still unresolved?"

"The Fragrant Bone Fragrance is an undisclosed secret of Pharmacist Valley, and it's not so easy to solve." Lu Tingyun said in a relaxed tone, as if he was completely unaware of the seriousness of what he said.

"Song Daoyou," he didn't argue with Song Huaichen that "senior" is a respectful title for a powerful monk, nor was he surprised by Song Huaichen's twists and turns, but he just accepted it naturally, rather heartlessly, "When we met last time Anyway, you are still free, why did you get trapped by a puppet this time?"

"It's a long story." Song Huaichen was consumed by the spell to avoid the dead end, and the man's head was already sweating after a few words, "A long story can't be shortened, let's talk when we meet."

After saying this, he turned his head and asked Huang Yaoshi: "Should I send Lu Tingyun to Yingshan Lake directly, or let him go to find the missing person first?"

Huang Yaoshi was baffled and felt that there was no need to choose at all: "Of course let him find someone first!"

"Due to the loss of energy and blood," Song Huaichen asked coolly, "When he finds someone, can he survive this far?"

Chapter 9

Huang Yaoshi was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became very embarrassed: "You want to save him? But..."

But if Lu Tingyun is saved, the villagers who disappeared in Yingshan Lake may really never be found.

After Huang Yaoshi finished speaking, Song Huaichen was stunned. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm not very used to thinking about things from this angle."

This is the second time Song Huaichen has said this sentence. The repetition process made him suddenly irritable. It feels like someone else’s joke happened to step on your sore foot. People around are laughing, but you don’t even have the right to embarrass yourself. nothing.

Very depressed.

Huang Yaoshi didn't understand what he was referring to, and was about to ask, when he heard the man take a deep breath, and then continued: "The doctor is benevolent, you decide where to go."

When Lu Tingyun was looking at the traces on the ground, Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi also saw that the direction the villagers left was two roads away from Yingshan Lake.

Lu Tingyun on the other end waited for a while, and after hearing Song Huaichen's "meeting talk", he stopped talking, and asked, "Where are we going to meet you?"

Song Huaichen urged Huang Yaoshi: "Make a decision quickly."

He added: "I only met him once."

Huang Yaoshi said in disbelief: "He just listened to you after meeting him once? He will go wherever you tell him to go?"

Song Huaichen cast a calm look at Huang Yaoshi, but the latter felt pressured.

Song Huaichen urged again, this time only two words: "Decided."

Huang Yaoshi gritted his teeth: "Find someone first."

"Find the person who disappeared for me first." After using the puppet's mouth to say this sentence, Song Huaichen let go of his fingers, and the image in the mist dissipated at the same time.

In Song Huaichen's panting, Huang Yaoshi realized the weakness of the man beside him. He seemed to see Song Huaichen's head was sweating profusely, and he said with a guilty conscience: "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Song Huaichen stabbed Huang Yaoshi indifferently, "The benevolence of doctors... This is a word from the mortal world, and it really makes sense. The benevolence of doctors is biased toward ordinary people."

"Ordinary people are human beings, all beings are equal, and their lives are no less expensive than those of monks." Huang Yaoshi argued, "They are weaker than monks, so naturally we must take care of them first."

Song Huaichen nodded: "It makes sense." There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and inhumane, "But it's not your reason."

Song Huaichen knew that he shouldn't say these things, he shouldn't even say the words "doctors are benevolent", but the pain of shortness of breath and unresolved anxiety made him continue to speak.Because of the extreme lack of aura, double images even appeared in front of the man's eyes, and he couldn't control himself.

"Lu Tingyun is poisoned, how much longer can he last than those mortals? Is there any reason for a wounded person to save someone who has nothing to do with him?"

"Who can capture so many mortals without anyone noticing? The traces on the ground indicate that it was a monk who captured everyone in Yingshan Lake! The monk still has a chance of winning against the previous monk—even if he is injured or poisoned!" Huang Yaoshi didn't accept Song Huaichen's rebuttal, and his tone became agitated, "Ordinary people are nothing more than a death sentence to the monk above, do you dare to say that Lu Tingyun's situation is not much better than Ah Wan's?"

"I don't want to argue with you about this." The smile on Song Huaichen's face disappeared completely. While thinking that he didn't need to be so considerate of Lu Tingyun, he couldn't help but want to scold someone—he was very uncomfortable and very irritable. But it's really annoying to talk against him endlessly.

The man with a completely cold expression naturally exuded a sense of deterrence, like a basin of cold water being poured on his head, faint fear rose in Huang Yaoshi's heart.

He couldn't tell whether what he was afraid of was the pale man in front of him, who looked particularly weak because of his head full of sweat, or his next sentence: "After all, you are the one who has feelings for those mortals in Yingshan Lake."

"You..." Huang Yaoshi was tongue-tied, "You are a wolf!"

"Whatever you say."

Song Huaichen repeated: "I'm not very used to thinking about things from an emotional point of view." He completed the most crucial word in this sentence.

"One give and one take, you give, I will return."

"Grandma Sun makes shoes for me, I give her wontons, Ah Wan takes the wooden figure out for me, and I teach her to read."

"If you insist on getting involved in emotional matters, saying that the children trust me and rely on me, then I really owe them."

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Song Huaichen said coldly: "At the end of the day, I feel worthless for Lu Tingyun."

"Why is he a monk, so he has to bear more things than others? Does he have to save others regardless of his own pain?"

The picture disappeared, but the connection between Song Huaichen and the puppet was still there. Even if Lu Tingyun put it in a pouch, Song Huaichen could still detect his movements.Lu Tingyun did follow the clues to find someone.

Huang Yaoshi looked at him in horror, unable to say a word.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, brushed against the treetops, tore open the branches, and illuminated half of Song Huaichen's face.

The man suddenly appeared treacherous in the intertwining of light and dark. Huang Yaoshi saw his eyes, saw the dark fire burning deep in his pupils, and gasped: "Are you insane?!"

He didn't get along with Song Huaichen for a long time, but Huang Yaoshi didn't think he was a warm-faced and cold-hearted person. If Song Huaichen was really pretending before, he had no reason to suddenly take off his disguise now.

Song Huaichen's statement was really shocking. Thinking about it carefully, what he said seemed decent, but in fact it was more like venting, hurting others and himself with incoherent words, completely different from his usual style.

Huang Yaoshi came from Fangzhang Mountain and saw many monks who asked for stones and medicines for various reasons. After calming down, he finally found out that Song Huaichen was wrong: "You care about that person named Lu Tingyun-caring and you only have one side. You are a monk, but every word is aimed at the villagers of Yingshan Lake who get along with you day and night, didn't you realize it yourself?"

"The instability of the realm has something to do with it. It's natural if you don't tell me, but don't you feel it yourself?"

Song Huaichen naturally felt it, but the inner demon cannot be avoided once you are aware of it, just like killing Diru cannot prevent the disaster from happening.

The man kept silent, the corners of his mouth were straight, and against his pale face, he really exuded a cold and heartless aura.Song Huaichen was thinking, could it be that the disaster predicted by the spy is himself?This thought poured into his heart that was boiling like magma, but it didn't cause any bigger ripples.

"Now standing in front of you is a pharmacist from Fangzhang Mountain. There is nothing we can do except a dead end. No matter how big a conflict is, we can temporarily put it aside. The question before us now is, will you let me detect the pulse and give you healing?"

"Since it's a demon, of course my answer is no." Song Huaichen said blankly, "The doctor is benevolent—I don't mean to be sarcastic, but now, I can only say sorry for your kindness."

He threw a piece of jade slip to Huang Yaoshi, turned and walked back: "This is the way to control the puppets, you can see for yourself, I'll go to practice for a while."

Huang Yaoshi took the jade slip, he had nothing to say, retreat is indeed the most common way to consolidate the realm: "Go at ease," he could only comfort him, "I will watch over Lu Tingyun for you."

It's a pity that Song Huaichen has lost the ability to express his gratitude at this moment, and can only forcefully force out a sentence: "I don't know him well."

Song Huaichen, who said he was going to retreat, put a restraint in the room with a decent appearance, took out the spirit stone and set up the spirit gathering array.However, when he sat in the formation, he took out the "□□" given by Huang Yaoshi, and put one in his mouth.

The severe pain of constriction of the meridians swept over, Song Huaichen closed his eyes and endured it.

He endured until his whole body became numb, but the severe pain was still unrelenting, and it concentrated on his right shoulder.

Song Huaichen opened his eyes to look, and was startled.

He saw a fang embedded in his shoulder.

Song Huaichen didn't even think about it, he pressed down on his right shoulder with pain, swung his left hand out, and punched it directly.

A short wail proved that Song Huaichen's attack had worked, but I don't know if it was because of the numbness all over his body, the touch on Song Huaichen's fist was very strange.

The man shook his hand, subconsciously glanced at it with his eyes, this glance made his whole body froze, that's not a hand, it's clearly a piece of wood!

He turned his head stiffly to look at his shoulders and his whole body. They were all made of wood, and the joints were quite familiar.

Song Huaichen was completely shocked, his inner demons were blown away, he thought: What a big mess.

The wailing sound was not far away, Song Huaichen heard the reputation and looked over, it was a cat, two as big as him.

The wild cat arched its back, bared its teeth, sometimes howled in pain, and sometimes squeezed out a threatening sound from its throat. Song Huaichen took a step forward, and it took a step back, obviously frightened by the moving cat scratcher.

Song Huaichen took the second step, and the aggressive wild cat turned around and ran away.

The weeds that were taller than Song Huaichen shook violently, and then calmed down.

Song Huaichen, who had somehow turned into a puppet, raised his hand and tapped on his chest, it was hollow, and probably contained a talisman paper from Hetingwang.

Song Huaichen tried to cough, but the puppet didn't make a sound, so he knew he couldn't speak.

Although the puppets are exquisite, they are not as flexible as the human body. Song Huaichen moved clumsily, trying to adapt to this body.

After the shock, he felt novelty, and after realizing that the anxiety in his heart disappeared, he became even happier. He didn't worry about his current situation at all, let alone how to go back, or whether he could go back to his own place. Body.

Song Huaichen thought: Every time I get promoted, there will be moths. This time, not only was I thrown from the Strelitzia Pavilion, but I was simply not allowed to be a human being. It is very interesting.

Just thinking about this, a vague cough came from behind, Song Huaichen hadn't made up his mind whether to look or hide, when he heard the half-dream and half-awake coughing in a long series, hoarse.

"you……"

A sound mixed with coughing suddenly sounded above the head, and then the puppet Song Huaichen was carrying was lifted up.

With blood still on the corner of Lu Tingyun's lips, he lowered his head and coughed twice before taking up his own words: "You really are faking it."

"How can such a complicated rune only have the function of sound transmission?" Lu Tingyun smiled, with adult prudence and childish eagerness in his smile, "What should I call you? You have become a fine wooden man?"

Song Huaichen, who was held in Lu Tingyun's hand, looked at the face with both blood and vitality, and there was only one thought in his mind, he was really not used to seeing people from this angle.

So he punched Lu Tingyun's big face like he did with that cat.

Chapter 10

Lu Tingyun stretched out a finger and easily blocked the puppet's attack.

His fingers were stained with blood, the blood was warm, and the temperature flowed through the puppet's fists all over his limbs, his numbness recovered, and his enlarged face returned to normal size. The sense of suffocation also came back.

In the severe pain, the cat bite on the shoulder was still entrenched, Song Huaichen couldn't help stretching out his hand to press it.

This time, what the palm touched was flesh and blood.

There was a hole in the flesh and blood body, and blood was gurgling out.

Lu Tingyun took a few steps back, covering his mouth with bloody hands, the shock on his face couldn't be concealed: "Song...you Song Daoyou?"

He looked up and down Song Huaichen carefully, as if he didn't dare to recognize him.

"So you are a puppet spirit?"

Song Huaichen noticed that when he said this, his other hand was on the hilt of his sword.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, don't worry, puppet spirits don't eat people." Song Huaichen wanted to support the tree trunk to stand up straight, but his palm directly penetrated it.

Song Huaichen: "..."

Lu Tingyun looked at him even more shocked: "So you are a ghost cultivator Song Daoyou? No wonder..."

"This is very unreasonable," Song Huaichen didn't pay attention to what he said, and stretched out his hand to press the trunk again, "Why can I stand on the ground but can't touch things? Isn't the ground a thing? No wonder why?"

Lu Tingyun put away his shocked expression, and said with a smile: "No wonder I've never heard of such a powerful monk as Daoyou Song in the world."

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pressed his hand on his heart.

Song Huaichen noticed his movements: "I remember that I didn't have time to ask you last time, what is the fragrance of bone erosion?"

"Bone Corrosion Fragrance is the secret medicine of Yaowang Valley. It is actually a kind of Gu." Lu Tingyun coughed twice, and the corners of his mouth that had just been wiped off were stained with blood again. There is a delicate fragrance, so there is a word "Xiang" in the name."

"Because they feed on the spiritual power of monks, in the end of the poisoned monks, there is often only a skeleton full of Gu insects left, so it is called bone erosion incense."

Song Huaichen gave up the fight with the tree trunk and raised his foot to step on the grass on the ground. The blade of grass didn't move at all, and the sole of his foot penetrated directly.

The wound on the shoulder was still bleeding, and the pain was gradually replaced by numbness. Song Huaichen was afraid that he would go back to the puppet again, so he directly asked, "How to solve it?"

"Since Bone Erosion Incense is a secret medicine, the solution is naturally an untold secret."

Song Huaichen was silent for a moment, then asked again: "It is often heard that the person who cast the Gu will die, and the Gu will be cured naturally, is it the same for Bone Corrosion Fragrance?"

Lu Tingyun spread his hands, his palms were full of blood he coughed up: "Do you think I can kill him now?"

"I remember I sent you back to the sect."

"That's why I'm still alive." Lu Tingyun could hear Song Huaichen's temptation, "It's hard to explain, does Fellow Daoist Song have time to listen?"

"I'm afraid not." Song Huaichen's figure began to become transparent, "go in that direction," he pointed in the direction of Yingshan Lake, "you will find a formation, and that formation traps the poison that can detoxify you. people."

"The person who can detoxify me, is you Song Daoyou?" Lu Tingyun asked with a smile, but Song Huaichen couldn't answer, his consciousness went up and down, and he returned to the medicine hall in Yingshan Lake.

The blue color flows in the spirit-gathering array on the ground, and the eyes of the array