Dust roots [comprehension]

Song Huaichen's aura was too fast and too sharp!

The defense formula is like a piece of thin paper, it can't stop it at all, and Qingbai's spiritual light has caught up behind Yu Qingyan in an instant!

The roar from the city hadn't stopped yet, followed by another loud shout, and at the same time, a black-red spiritual light rushed towards the blue light cast by Song Huaichen with the smell of blood and rain!

The black-red and blue-white rays of light clinging to Yu Qingyan's back collided, and the heart-piercing screams of the scribes in Tsing Yi were drowned in the huge explosion.

The sound of the high-ranking monk's spiritual impact was deafening, and the light was blinding. Those monks who watched the commotion and those city residents who were huddled in the corner were all swallowed unconsciously and before they had time to react.

The loud noise disappeared, the light scattered, the three clans lived together, and most of the huge and prosperous Hushe City was destroyed.

Row upon row of buildings on the ground are only broken walls, the brightly colored paintwork of the three clans are all burnt black, a section of the city wall has collapsed, the ground has sunk and cracked, and there are no bones left in the moat.

The affected monks and citizens didn't even have any bones left, and there was only a burnt smell in the air.

Two monks, one black and one white, stood facing each other. The tall and thin Moxiu in black robe was holding Yu Qingyan with one hand, and the other sleeve was empty.

"Ge Qing." Song Huaichen knew him, "Another person who deserves to be killed."

Moxiu, who was wearing a black hat, was not surprised that he was called to reveal his identity: "It turns out that you were the one who was in the cave."

Ge Qing responded to Song Huaichen: "Damn you."

"Back then I was able to remove one of your arms, but today I can remove all your remaining arms and legs."

Ge Qing raised the corners of his mouth obliquely, under the shadow of the hood, his lips were bright red: "Arrogant. The me today is no longer the me I used to be."

"Naturally." Song Huaichen also smiled, slightly closed his eyelids, and raised the corners of his mouth in an arrogant smile: "After all, you have no arms."

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, Ge Qing's remaining hand was really severed from his arm, and it fell to the ground along with Yu Qingyan, who had his last breath left.

For a monk, it is not difficult to take someone's head thousands of miles away, not to mention that the distance between the two of them is only a hundred miles at this moment, but they don't know where the attack is coming from, it seems terrifying.

Ge Qing hunched over due to the severe pain, but he no longer had hands to cover the wound.

The blood dripping from the man's shoulder was almost as black as his clothes, as thick as mud.

The muddy blood was still boiling, densely packed with little packets.

If you look carefully, you can find that each small package is a twisted and struggling human face, which was swallowed by Ge Qing, and souls were born one after another.

The way of magic cultivator advances quickly, but when you take risks, the power of thunder is several times that of the righteous monks when you advance to the rank, and the magic cultivator who walks the evil path and swallows human souls is better than the well-behaved ones, who feed on spiritual things or walk It is even more difficult to advance to the rank of magic cultivator in the way of dual cultivation.

Ge Qing not only walks the evil way, but also puts on the skin of an upright monk in an attempt to deceive the world.

The great formation of the moat was shattered, Ge Qing was exposed to the law of heaven, and the law of heaven cannot be deceived, punishing multiple crimes together, two strands of black and white lightning intertwined and fell, the black thunder smashed the devil, and the white thunder punished the evil, the momentum was huge!

Song Huaichen didn't want to give Ge Qing and Yu Qingyan any chance, fearing that the lightning would not kill them, so he wanted to throw another attack.However, the indescribable force at the moment of the shot restrained his movements.

There was another opening in the sky, the silver thunder light was faintly tinged with gold, and twisted into the shape of a dragon as it meandered down.

There are three thunderbolts, one is brighter than the other, and the other is thicker than the other.

The blue night sky dotted with stars was lit up, turning into day.

The first two thunderbolts flew towards Ge Qing, and the last thunderbolt landed on Song Huaichen's head.

Ge Qingshan was able to dodge, but Song Huaichen was tied in place.

"Kill the evil thunder."

There are many volumes in Wuxiang Temple, Song Huaichen saw the thunder falling on his head at this moment in the pile of old papers.

Dao Lei's name made him clear his spiritual platform suddenly, and he realized that he was wrong.

The rationality returns, the imprisonment is weakened, the way of heaven is so subtle.

Even though Song Huaichen is still controlled by the demon at this moment and is full of resentment, he is able to move after all.

Song Huaichen was able to move, and his first reaction was no different from Ge Qing's, it was to run away.

The way of heaven is wonderful, before he stepped forward, he saw a little girl crawling out of the big gap in the ground with difficulty.

The little girl was covered in dust and blood, and her big black eyes were full of tears and panic.

She looked up to the sky and saw Song Huaichen, just as Song Huaichen saw her.

The dirty and even more miserable little girl is Ah Wan.

The little girl's dark eyes reflected Song Huaichen's appearance, she was dressed in red and her hair was as white as snow.

Ah Wan shrank, her hands were not firmly grasped, and she fell down, looking as if she was swallowed by a mouth that was split open on the ground.

Ah Wan's shrill cry pierced his ears, Song Huaichen was fully awake, his true self poked his head out of the boiling magma, took a breath, and was able to breathe.

The man in white flew down and sent out a formula.

In the next instant, Shasha Tianlei struck down.

The three thunders hit the ground at the same time. After a moment of loud noise and light, there was a long period of darkness and death-like silence.

Chapter 17

Before he had time to see if Ah Wan had been rescued, Tianlei had already hit his back.

The mind and soul left the body, Song Huaichen didn't even have time to feel the pain, his consciousness was already torn into pieces.

There is a vast white mist in the chaos, not only like the mist that eats people in the Heting Wangxianzong Forest, but also like the hidden formation in front of the Wuxiang Temple.

Fragmentary fragments flashed in front of my eyes, interweaving an indescribable picture.

Song Huaichen was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, the passenger seat was empty, a computer screen was placed in front of him, and he was in the driving test.

The accelerator, brake, and clutch were all soft when stepped on, and the car didn't listen at all. Turning at a right angle not only pressed the line, but also caught up with the isolation belt.Song Huaichen knew how to drive. He stepped on the brakes, clutch, and even pulled the handbrake, but the car kept going forward. He turned off the ignition and pulled out the key. The car went faster and faster, and the voice prompt of failing the exam added fuel to the fire. , ringing over and over again.He turned the steering wheel and wanted to hit the tire pad on the side of the field, but the car would not turn at all, and rushed straight forward, over the rapeseed field, crashed into the cornfield, and then drove on the Huanshan Expressway, smashed through the guardrail, and rushed down the cliff The cliff fell into the lake with a bang.

The reminder of failing the driving test turned into a sharp siren, and the red and blue lights intertwined on the water surface, getting farther and farther away from Song Huaichen.

The water poured into the car, instantly submerged, Song Huaichen held his breath, and in the growing sense of suffocation, in the great fear of death, he desperately slammed into the car door.

The car door finally opened, Song Huaichen went upstream, the current lifted him, and sent him to the white high platform far away from the water surface, Song Huaichen climbed up the high platform, the pain of hitting the stones on his palms and knees was very clear.

He gasped for a while on all fours, seeing the intricate and magnificent patterns on the white ground.Song Huaichen had a strong premonition that he couldn't lie on his stomach here, so the man whose breathing hadn't calmed down at all grabbed something from the ground covered with broken stones and used it as a crutch to support himself to stand up.

Looking up, Song Huaichen saw the stone steps at the end of the high platform. Below the stone steps is a vast flat land, still white, just like the high platform, covered with broken stones and broken swords.

However, on the flat ground, among the broken walls and ruins, a person dressed in white bowed down, like pieces of snow melting on the ground.

Song Huaichen supported himself with the object in his hand, and the object paused a little under the weight exerted by Song Huaichen, and the soft sound of the weapon cutting into the rock came to his ears.

chap——

chap——

chap——

One by one, the unique sound of wood shavings came to the ears, and it became more and more clear.

Song Huaichen opened his eyes.

The pain of suffocation and the pain of shattering the mind and soul were all transmitted to the body. Before Song Huaichen had time to see his situation clearly, he was almost beaten back into the comatose chaos by the excruciating pain.

Cold sweat drenched his back in an instant, Song Huaichen bent down unbearably, the moment his hands were on the ground, the posture of meditation fell apart, and a fine layer of dust rose up.

There was buzzing in his ears, and he heard someone shouting, "Remove the restriction! Remove the restriction soon!"

Song Huaichen's mind was chaotic, and he was very puzzled, what is the restriction?

The body acts before the brain, and the fingers bend naturally, canceling the retreat restriction.

The fresh air from the outside poured in, washing away the turbidity in the room, and the dust all over the floor scrambled to fly up, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground in pieces.

Someone rushed in, helped Song Huaichen up, and laid him flat on the couch.

Song Huaichen recognized the place and the person from the shaking eyes.

He returned to the small village by Yingshan Lake, and returned to his own body.

The person who came was Lu Tingyun, and his complexion was much better than the few times he had seen him before.

"You..." Song Huaichen's throat was itchy, and he tilted his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood, "Why are you here... have you broken your golden core?"

What he told Lu Tingyun back then to let him lower his cultivation to Qi training was not to enter Yingshan Lake, but to draw amulets, but now that everyone has entered, these explanations can be avoided.

"Or wait to die?" Lu Tingyun smiled, turned around and took out a handkerchief from somewhere to wipe the blood from the corner of Song Huaichen's mouth.

"Lie down first, I'll go find Huang Yaoshi." Lu Tingyun pressed Song Huaichen's shoulder and went out.

Song Huaichen, who was left behind, looked sideways, and was surprised to find that the wall separating his room from the main hall had been completely knocked down. Looking around, the layout of the main hall was very different from that before his retreat.

Those bottles and jars containing medicinal materials are gone, and the straw curtains hung for the sick are gone. There is an Eight Immortals table against the wall, and there is a herbal medicine cabinet behind it. At a glance, it is empty.

In the spot in front of the Eight Immortals table, there is a futon, surrounded by wood shavings, next to it are some semi-finished puppets.

The ban was removed, and the bitter smell of medicine came over. Song Huaichen saw that where the original wall was, that is, where the ban was, there were puppets all over the floor. Some were round, some were fat, some were tall, some were thin, and some were even painted , colorful, very lively.

Song Huaichen was lying on the couch, the severe pain in his body made him feel worse than death.He thought bitterly, Shasha Tianlei really deserved his reputation, and it was much harder to endure than Jin Jie Jielei.

The man looked inside the sea of ​​qi, and saw that the heart demon beast was dying from being hacked, and was licking its wounds and howling in a low voice. The cage that trapped it was covered with silver lightning, making it dare not act rashly.

Shasha Tianlei trapped the inner demons for Song Huaichen, but it also caused serious damage to him. Tianlei stood on the spiritual platform, and cracks appeared on the spiritual platform.

Under the serious injury, Song Huaichen was like a useless person at the moment. Even in Wuxiang Hall, he would have to recuperate for decades to recover.

And in the mortal world...

Song Huaichen sighed, feeling that it would be easier for him not to think about it.

Lu Tingyun brought Huang Yaoshi back in a hurry. The goatee-wearing Yaoshi was wearing a bunt, his trouser legs were rolled up, and his feet were still covered with mud. It looked like he was going to the ground before.

"Are you awake?" Huang Yaoshi expressed surprise, "Shall I take your pulse?"

This time, Song Huaichen nodded.

Huang Yaoshi pressed Song Huaichen's wrist, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Lu Tingyun on the side looked nervous: "How is it?"

Song Huaichen smiled: "Why do you look more nervous than me?"

Lu Tingyun said seriously, "If it wasn't for me, Brother Song wouldn't have suffered such a catastrophe."

"You can't dodge it, it has nothing to do with you." Huang Yaoshi withdrew his hand, Song Huaichen lay on the bed looking tired, sat up with his support on the bed, just this action made him sweat profusely again.

Song Huaichen was seriously injured, and in the mortal world, Huang Yaoshi had no other way to do it, so he could only say, "Let's take care of it."

Although Song Huaichen was seriously injured, his five senses were still sharp, and Huang Yaoshi was obviously not dressed in winter, so he knew that he would lose consciousness for a long time.

"You've been in a coma for half a year." Huang Yaoshi told him, "Three thunderbolts fell that day, we all heard loud noises, and half of the cliff collapsed behind, the dead end was completely aroused, and the light was so bright that mortals could see it. "

"Not long after, Fellow Daoist Lu came in from the Broken Golden Core and told me what happened outside. I hurried to call you, you have lost consciousness."

"However, your restriction is still made of spirit stones instead of yourself. I can't get in at all." Huang Yaoshi looked at him, "If I could get in earlier, maybe you wouldn't be hurt so badly."

"We tore down the wall, but we couldn't break the restriction. We could only watch as your body was soaked in sweat again and again, and your black hair turned into snow white," Lu Tingyun said quietly, "We once thought you were ushering in the five declines of heaven and man. , can’t be saved.”

Song Huaichen glanced at his hair, it was black: "When did it happen?"

"The day I came in." Lu Tingyun answered him, poured a cup of hot water and handed it over, "It took about a month or two before your hair gradually turned black again."

"That day——" For Song Huaichen, what happened on that day was just a moment ago, but it became half a year ago in other people's mouths. This kind of time difference made him very uncomfortable. "I lost consciousness after the thunder struck that day. Do you know the result?"

"Yu Qingyan is dead. We found his body, but Ge Qing is probably still alive." Lu Tingyun lives in Yingshan Lake, but he has not lost contact with the outside world. Wu Busheng sends him messages regularly, "Three Heavens Thunder struck at the same time, Hushe City was destroyed, Ge Qing's identity as a demon cultivator could not be concealed, my grievances were cleared, Ge Gen was expelled from Medicine Master Valley, and he disappeared immediately after leaving the cave."

"Why do you say Ge Qing is still alive?"

"Firstly, we didn't find his body, and secondly, the Gu poison on my body has not been cured." Lu Tingyun said, "Ge Qing's incident happened, and the head of Medicine Master Valley came to apologize - this is after I came to Yingshan Lake , Junior Brother Wu sent me a message to tell me that the bone erosion fragrance is indeed a Gu that can be solved naturally by the person who raises the Gu after death."

"Since the matter is clear, why don't you go back to the sect?" Song Huaichen thought for a while, "The suzerain is still not dealing with you? Your master hasn't left the gate yet?"

"My master..." Lu Tingyun paused, showing a wry smile, "My master has become a fairy."

Song Huaichen was taken aback: "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Lu Tingyun withdrew his wry smile, and returned to his calm and cheerful look, "My master's test is already dangerous. If it wasn't for this, the head master wouldn't be trying to get me wrong."

"I'm a big senior brother. I'm a cripple. If I go back, it will definitely make things worse for my lineage without the protection of the master. It's better to travel outside to find a way to detoxify. Because after going through this After a tribulation, I found an opportunity to break through, and when I go back, I should be the Nascent Soul's great power."

Lu Tingyun is a person with amazing talent and beauty. He has gone through many hardships on the way of cultivation, and even after he forged a golden elixir, he broke it and then stood up. It is extremely dangerous.Therefore, at this moment, he asked Wu Busheng to speak falsely and truthfully, and many people believed him.

"Wu Busheng is a junior, and he has already stepped into Jindan. There is a young Jindan Daoist standing in front of him, so Xiong Erfeng won't be too embarrassing."

"Xiong Erfeng?"

Song Huaichen listened quietly, full of sighs, and when the word "Xiong Erfeng" came out, he couldn't stop laughing, "This name doesn't seem to match you and your junior brother?"

Lu Tingyun understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "We are all honest and lovely people in this peak. Of course, if you are provoked, you should slap it like a bear and tear off a piece of meat."

Chapter 18

Song Huaichen ignored Lu Tingyun's far-fetched explanation, and asked him how the poison treatment is going now.

It was Huang Yaoshi who answered him: "Take it slowly, the Gu on his body has been nourished by the golden core cultivation base, and he looks down on the current Qi training cultivation base, and fell into a deep sleep. I used herbs to treat the poison for him, every Release blood to expel Gu for him once a month."

Lu Tingyun subconsciously clenched his wrist, and said with a warm smile: "Huang Yaoshi's method is very effective, and I can feel my body getting more and more relaxed."

Song Huaichen grabbed his wrist and took a look. There were blue blood vessels under the almost transparent white skin, and there was no wound.

Song Huaichen let go of Lu Tingyun's wrist, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the other person was staring at him, the arc of the corner of his mouth was meaningful.Song Huaichen looked back at him without avoiding it, and slowly pushed his hand back.

"You feel relaxed because the blood in your body is getting less and less, and your body is getting lighter?"

Song Huaichen's words made Huang Yaoshi unhappy: "There are so few medicinal materials here, it is not easy for me to find this way!" But he also had to admit, "It is true that he bleeds more than ordinary people, but it is definitely not life-threatening the point."

"Huang Yaoshi, Brother Song didn't mean that." Lu Tingyun covered his wrist with his sleeve, "He was just... teasing me."

"Brother Song," Lu Tingyun changed his voice, "I heard from the villagers that you cook well?"

Song Huaichen signaled Lu Tingyun to continue with his eyes.

"I'm only practicing qi now, and I haven't bigu yet, and Huang Yaoshi also admits that I've lost a lot of blood, so—"

Song Huaichen interrupted him: "Do you want tonic?"

Lu Tingyun smiled: "It does sound a bit brazen, but I really want to try Brother Song's craftsmanship."

"no problem."

Song Huaichen agreed without hesitation, but Huang Yaoshi jumped out and sang the opposite.

"Can you get out of bed now?"

Song Huaichen took a sip of the hot water, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "The days are long."

Lu Tingyun smiled, and Huang Yaoshi was puzzled: "What charades are you playing?"

Song Huaichen took a breath and changed the subject directly: "What about the two children?"

Lu Tingyun thought for a while: "You mean Ah Wan and Bai Jian?"

Song Huaichen nodded.

Huang Yaoshi's words reassured Song Huaichen: "They are all back."

His next words were: "Except for the two of them, no one else came back."

"The three clans of Hushe City are mixed, and the owner of the city is a demon cultivator. It is a city established to balance the two ways of righteousness and demons. Although the management is a bit chaotic, a large number of monks pass by every year, either for news or for secret books. Everyone I feel that going from here is much safer than going deep into the opponent's camp. No one knows that the city guards itself and steals. Under the city, a bunker was built for killing people, taking souls, eating and refining puppets. Thanks to Tianlei, the place where the underground is hiding Split it out, otherwise I don’t know how many people will die here in vain.”

What Lu Tingyun said was to explain away Song Huaichen.

"Junior brother Wu originally wanted to take Bai Jian as his apprentice, but the child refused to do so, saying that 'parents are not traveling far away', so he must come back. My junior is also stubborn, knowing that Bai Jian is a good candidate but not Ken said a soft word, threw the person back and left."

"We found Ah Wan on the way back. When we asked why she was there, she just said that the gods saved her." Lu Tingyun didn't say anything, but he knew it was Song Huaichen who did it.

Song Huaichen moved on to the next question, and the man flicked his finger lightly: "What's the matter with those puppets?"

Lu Tingyun followed his fingers and looked over, with a special look on his face: "Because of the treatment of Gu poison, I have not been able to retreat for the past six months, and my cultivation has stayed at Qi training, which is almost useless to ordinary people... I never thought Half a year is such a long time, allowing me to make so many puppets."

There was tenderness in these words, but judging from the number of times the two of them had been in contact, it was more like teasing.

Song Huaichen: "...Speak human words."

Yaoshi Huang didn't understand, and was too lazy to listen, so he patted his ass and went out to make medicine. The number of patients increased from one to two, and his workload more than doubled.

Seeing Huang Yaoshi leaving, Lu Tingyun leaned in front of Song Huaichen and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you to wake up all the time."

Song Huaichen: "Tell the truth."

Lu Tingyun sighed, and looked serious: "The truth is that I regard you as my savior, Brother Song. If you don't wake up for a day, I don't feel at ease."

"I believe this." Song Huaichen said, his topic changed quickly, "What do you like about me?"

Lu Tingyun reacted faster, without showing any flaws at all. He asked back: "Brother Song, why don't you show me that I am a broken sleeve? You don't know why I have a crush on you, but why did you respond to me? Could it be——"

"You're right, so am I." Song Huaichen put down the teacup, "If you hadn't noticed this, I'm afraid you wouldn't have come here."

Lu Tingyun smiled: "That's right, soldiers are dangerous, at least I guessed it right."

"So I replied to you." Song Huaichen looked at him with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold, "We are the same kind, so there is no need to try again."

Lu Tingyun was bored for a while, picked up Song Huaichen's used teacup, drank the water in it, and said in a tone of disappointment, "It's just such a reply."

"It's just a reply like this." Song Huaichen repeated, "Unless you tell me you have other reasons."

"It's meaningless to say other reasons." Lu Tingyun laughed again, added water to the cup, and put it back in Song Huaichen's hand, "The days are still long."

Song Huaichen picked up the cup and took a sip, but didn't take his words to heart.

The days passed slowly, Huang Yaoshi slowly boiled the medicine, Lu Tingyun slowly bled, and Song Huaichen was able to get out of bed slowly.

The man was seriously injured, his recovery was extremely slow, his meridians were injured, it was difficult for him to absorb spiritual energy and it was scarce, and his realm was almost invisible, and he was slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Huang Yaoshi tried every means to improve the prescription, but Song Huaichen slowly opened a field behind the house to grow leeks.

In order to let the Gu worms fall asleep, Huang Yaoshi did not allow Lu Tingyun to practice. The latter had nothing to do, and helped Song Huaichen dig the soil. Two weak men worked around a small field for most of the day, sweating all over.

"What do you grow leeks for?"

"eat."

The monk's diet is light, and the taste of leeks is strong. Lu Tingyun, who entered the monastery at a young age, actually doesn't know what it tastes like, and even the name "leeks" is learned and sold.

However, not knowing the name or taste of this thing does not prevent him from flattering: "It seems that I have a good taste."

Song Huaichen nodded and said, "It is indeed for you to eat."

Lu Tingyun: "Oh?"

After another bloodletting, Song Huaichen served a bowl of fried pork liver with leeks: "It enriches the blood."

In Lu Tingyun's perception, the whole dish exudes a pungent aroma, it's hard to describe what that smell is, in short, he just isn't used to it.

Huang Yaoshi smirked, and moved the plate in front of him: "Next time, fry pork liver directly for him, without leeks or garlic."

Song Huaichen put down his chopsticks after tasting the taste: "Then try duck blood soup next time."

Lu Tingyun also didn't know how to make duck blood soup, and the first reaction in his mind was a bowl of steaming blood water.

Huang Yaoshi picked up the vegetables and glanced at him from the edge of the bowl: "Duck blood is almost like tofu. When I heard it for the first time, I thought it was pouring blood into hot water."

Song Huaichen laughed at him: "Don't eat fireworks."

Lu Tingyun didn't think it was funny, he felt that the distance between himself and the two people in front of him was widened because of one dish, and he only heard the name of tofu, but didn't taste the taste.

When Song Huaichen was in a coma, Huang Yaoshi could only talk to him. For six months, Lu Tingyun thought he was familiar with Huang Yaoshi, but when Song Huaichen woke up, the casual atmosphere between Huang Yaoshi and Song Huaichen highlighted Lu Tingyun's different life ripe.

"If you want to talk about this, Brother Song is the most non-human being among us." Lu Tingyun picked up the chopsticks and chives again, trying to get used to its taste.

"Don't eat if you don't like it, drink some soup." Song Huaichen pushed the soup bowl in front of Lu Tingyun, a few oil stars floated on the water surface, and there was a layer of egg flower under the water surface, "It's been a long time since I made it, I can't control the heat , the soup is probably okay."

Huang Yaoshi buried his head in his meal, and didn't feel that Song Huaichen's cooking skills had deteriorated at all—speaking of which, he only ate a few times of Song Huaichen's cooking half a year ago.

"It's not that I don't eat the fireworks of the world," Song Huaichen said, still not moving his chopsticks, "It should be regarded as a void."

Song Huaichen, who was weak, said that he didn't have the energy to wash the dishes, so he wanted to lie down on the bed.

After Lu Tingyun finished washing the dishes, he went to the room to have a look. Song Huaichen closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

He got closer to see Song Huaichen's sleeping face, and said with a low laugh, "It's really quite empty."

"You've woken up the dead." Song Huaichen was weak, but he was still vigilant.He was indeed too lazy to meditate, and indeed fell asleep, but the moment Lu Tingyun came in, he was already awake.

Lu Tingyun didn't say much, leaving a sentence of "have a good rest" before closing the door and going out.

Song Huaichen lay on the bed and opened his eyes for a while, as if he was thinking about something, or simply in a daze.

Then he closed his eyes, exhaled and breathed in a long and steady manner, as if he fell into a peaceful sleep immediately.

The weather is getting warmer, and there are insects singing at night, and the silence is no longer there.

The slender and soft music is mixed with the warm night wind, like the sound of insects, it is the oars for ferrying dreams.

However, Song Huaichen turned over and sat up, followed the sound to find the person who was blowing the leaves, and said four words bluntly: "Disturbing people's dreams." His tone was not angry at all.

"Brother Song can really sleep?"

Lu Tingyun sat on the willow tree, held the tender leaves between his fingers, and looked into the distance.

"Why can't you fall asleep?" Song Huaichen asked back.

In order to treat the Gu poison, Lu Tingyun can't practice, he can't even meditate, for fear that if he is not careful, he will improve his cultivation again and cause the Gu insects to riot.

When Huang Yaoshi told him not to practice, Lu Tingyun smiled wryly, as if it would be easy to return to the Golden Core.

After self-destruction of the foundation, it is not easy to go back to practice.

"It hurts." Lu Tingyun told the truth, choosing the most superficial reason, "It hurts to have Gu worms in your body."

Song Huaichen said "Oh" without commenting, and asked him what he was looking at.

Lu Tingyun stretched out his hand and pointed: "Look at Bai Jian."

The village was built on the hillside, with undulating houses. From where Lu Tingyun was, he could see Bai Jian's house. The monk had excellent eyesight, and he could see Bai Jian practicing sword poses in the yard of his own house with a branch as thick as an arm.

Lu Tingyun can see it, and Song Huaichen can also see it.

"No way." Song Huaichen commented.

"He has been practicing for half a year." Lu Tingyun's answer seemed to be wrong.

"You didn't point him out?"

"I've been busy carving puppets all day, so how can I have the time to teach him?" Lu Tingyun smiled softly, "Besides, this is the apprentice that my junior brother likes, so I can't poach my own corner, can I?"

"He intends to cultivate immortality, why doesn't he go with Wu Busheng?"

"Brother Song, do you really not understand, or do you not want to understand?" Lu Tingyun said with a smile, but his words were sharp, "Because he wants to protect this village—do you want to know how the villagers see him?"

Chapter 19

"I do not want to know."

Song Huaichen flatly refused.

"I can't help him, the most important thing is my own level."

Lu Tingyun acted as if he didn't hear him, and said to himself: "When Junior Brother Wu sent me, Bai Jian, and Ah Wan over that day, he explained everything clearly, but the dead can't live. People in the village are not necessarily willing to accept the earth-shaking changes in the place where their ancestors lived for generations, so although it makes sense, the villagers are still not very friendly to us."

Song Huaichen interrupted: "That's why you came out alone in the middle of the night to blow leaves? Because no one paid attention to you?"

"That's right." Lu Tingyun turned the corner, "Huang Yaoshi has always treated me as a patient, and the only brother Song who is willing to chat with me now treats me lukewarm. I'm so lonely."

Song Huaichen: "You did it yourself."

Lu Tingyun brushed aside the willow branches and looked down: "Brother Song, what do you mean, if I don't make it clear, you will act as if you don't know?"

"It's wrong to deceive yourself like that."

"Leave room for everything," Song Huaichen said flatly, "everything is easy to discuss."

"There are not many people in this world who are willing to leave enough room for others. There are many things that are not forced, let alone results." Lu Tingyun's tone was equally flat.

"You can't press everything, so now you want to press me about Bai Jian, or about you and me?"

"Since you've said it's about 'you and me', then there's no need to force it, let's continue talking about Bai Jian."

"I asked about the ins and outs from Huang Yaoshi, probably because I had preconceived notions, and Bai Jian personally described the scene where he ran away following the sound of reading, and the villagers thought he had brought the team into a desperate situation—others People followed him to the place of death just to find him."

Song Huaichen: "You didn't explain?"

Moxiu's bewitchment was not aimed at Bai Jian, but at everyone.

"We explained, but they chose to forget." Lu Tingyun said, "Everyone will think, why is he the one who survived, and not his own child? Why is Bai Jian with spiritual power, and she should be eaten by the demon cultivator the most? They even think that the reason why Bai Jian is alive is because Moxiu deliberately let him go and let him lie in ambush in the village to prepare for the complete destruction of them."

Song Huaichen looked at the figure of Bai Jian wielding a sword in the courtyard: "You didn't explain?"

"We explained, but the villagers didn't listen to our explanation. Huang Yaoshi also explained that the villagers were just obedient and obedient."

Because Huang Yaoshi took Lu Tingyun in and treated him effectively, the villagers' trust in Huang Yaoshi dropped slightly.

"After half a year, if I explain again, what effect will it have?"

The people in the village are not stupid, they have become suspicious of Huang Yaoshi, and they don't trust Song Huaichen, a man who is still out of place in their village even though he put on a bunt.

"You know I don't want an explanation."

Ever since he became the children's teacher, Song Huaichen has thoroughly researched the family situation of the children in the village, especially paying attention to the Bai Jian holding the book "Enlightenment of the Rhythm". His mother is from the village, and his father is from outside. Dressed as a scholar, but talking like a quack.

He was the only one left in Bai Jian's family. His mother had a difficult delivery when he was born. This child was cut out of his mother's stomach by his father.

The man who came outside saved his son, but the act of cutting open his wife's stomach was too appalling. I lamented that he was more decisive than he was bold and careful, and said he was more crazy.

Bai Jian's father didn't like to socialize with the villagers, and he didn't know how to farm. Although he worked hard, he gradually couldn't support the family, and he felt sorry for himself.

Bai Jian was unaccompanied and grew up eating a lot of food. Because she had a "crazy" father, not many people liked her.But after all, he is from the same village, and everyone talked about it, but he didn't let him starve and freeze.

But that's it.

Ah Wan, who came back with Bai Jian, was different. She was protected by Grandma Sun, who was very popular in the village. Moreover, although she felt that everyone treated Bai Jian unfairly, and cried that she was the "disaster", readable Bai Jian, who had read the book, voluntarily became a sinner, and the five-year-old girl couldn't speak against him at all.

Lu Tingyun let go of his hand, and the willow branches hung down, covering his figure again. The man's voice came from behind the silk ribbons with a smile: "Brother Song, you have been awake for a few days, and I have blown the leaves for a few nights." You said that you leave room for everything, I blow the leaves not beating gongs and drums, to be honest, it doesn't matter, why did you come out today?"

Song Huaichen is not a person who closes his eyes and listens. After he woke up, he inquired about the news of the village openly and secretly. Besides, everyone thought that he was in a coma for half a year to protect the village from disasters. No matter what thoughts were in his heart, his face was still kind , came to visit him in an endless stream, and let him know many things.

Song Huaichen knew that the two children were in very different situations, and Song Huaichen also knew about Bai Jian's midnight sword practice.

"Brother Song, you just can't bear it after all, I just forced you to push."

Bai Jian has determination, perseverance, and more importantly, a conscience.

He always remembers the kindness of the villagers for raising him, and always remembers the ten-day book Song Huaichen taught him.He has no father and no mother, and he knows that the people in the village and Song Huaichen don't ask for anything in return. The kindness that doesn't ask for anything in return is too great, and he will repay it no matter what, even if those people don't like him.

But those who say they don't like him are still willing to give him a bite to eat.

How could he not reciprocate?

"I can protect him." Song Huaichen said, and he admitted, "I have been thinking about whether to do this. If I want to protect him, I have to teach him, and I am responsible to him. I will not be in Yingshan If I stay in the lake for a lifetime, then I have to take him away. I will be a monk after I get out of here. I must take him into Taoism, and that responsibility is