Dust roots [comprehension]

Even bigger, I don't like being a master. "

Lu Tingyun sharply said: "Have you ever taken in disciples?"

"No." Song Huaichen said bluntly, master and apprentice in the 21st century are not masters and apprentices in the cultivation world, "and I don't know how to use a sword."

"I will." Lu Tingyun introduced himself, and he snapped his fingers, "Brother Song, you have saved my life twice so far, and I'm afraid you will continue to save my life."

Song Huaichen was not polite at all: "Then I will exchange my life for you to accept Bai Jian as my apprentice."

Lu Tingyun disagreed: "One size counts for one size. I said I don't poach my juniors."

Song Huaichen: "You were the one who taught him the sword. When he learns it well, your junior brother won't be able to see it?"

"To accept disciples of Guiyi Sect, one must go through the trials of the sect. You can't just pick him up outside. I accept him as a disciple now, but his position will be very awkward in the future." Lu Tingyun raised his hand and broke off a willow branch, "Bai Jian is Good stuff, I don't want to delay him."

"If he doesn't have a backer and learns Gui Yizong's sword technique, his reputation will be bad in the future."

"Haven't you ever thought that if my apprentice uses Gui Yizong's sword technique, my reputation will be bad?"

"Brother Song, you don't need to teach him the sword."

"He is suitable for sword practice."

"Can you see that he is suitable for practicing swords, but he doesn't know how to use swords?"

Like a rope getting tighter and tighter, the conversation has reached a certain critical point at this point.

It is true to think about Bai Jian, but Lu Tingyun cares more about Song Huaichen, he takes this opportunity to dig out the secrets of Song Huaichen.Although Lu Tingyun saw that Song Huaichen drew the most talismans, Song Huaichen didn't use talismans to attack Moxiu, which shows that he is not a talisman.

When he attacked the magic cultivator, he directly used spiritual power, the spiritual light was sharp and powerful, and the sharpness contained in it was almost the same as the sword intent.But if he is really a swordsman, a swordsman who can reveal sword intent in spiritual power, then when he makes a move with all his strength, it should not be spiritual power, but sword energy.

So he is not a sword cultivator either.

So what exactly did Song Huaichen cultivate?

Lu Tingyun was very curious.

"I don't know how to use swords," Song Huaichen said calmly, "I know how to use swords, and I know how to deal with war on paper."

"You said you didn't want to delay Bai Jian when you cultivate swords. It shows that he is very talented, and I dare not teach him casually. You must know that the foundation is the most important thing. After you have established the shape, it is as difficult as going to the sky."

"I have a sword manual, I can teach you first, and then you can teach Bai Jian." Song Huaichen never looked up at the person in the tree, "But why should I teach you?"

"For Bai Jian." Lu Tingyun said sternly, "I will only teach him the sword moves you teach me, and I will never use them for others——I swear."

"Then there is only one last question left."

There was a snap, the willow tip hit the tree trunk, and the sound of a tight rope snapping.

"Why should I be infected with this karma with you?"

Lu Tingyun jumped down from the tree, brushed his robe and stood in front of Song Huaichen: "Because we are the same kind of people."

"The cause and effect between us has been forged since the day we met."

At the moment when the dead end was triggered, and at the moment when Wu Busheng told the truth, the people of Yingshan Lake knew how close they were to the world of cultivation.

Lu Tingyun entered Yingshan Lake as a monk to cure illnesses and save lives. He didn't want to blend in, and he couldn't blend in here, so he didn't change his monk style. He wears a long sword at his waist, and wears a spotless white robe with auspicious cloud patterns outlined by silver threads. Covering the cuffs, it is exactly the same pattern as the token of his sect.

Song Huaichen, who was dressed in homespun clothes, looked gray in front of him, but his momentum was not weak at all.

"You're right." Song Huaichen said.

"So, let's swear." He said coldly in a businesslike tone.

Lu Tingyun smiled, his eyes reflected the light of weeping willows and stars, and there was the warm breeze of early summer.

He looked at Song Huaichen, clasped his thumb and little finger tightly, and pointed to the sky with the remaining three fingers: "I, Lu Tingyun, hereby swear an oath—"

Song Huaichen looked sideways, opened his mouth, made a vague sound and then closed it.

The heart demon's oath was short, so he couldn't help hesitating, Lu Tingyun had already finished the oath and put down his hand.

"Can you teach me now?" Lu Tingyun turned to Song Huaichen and pulled out the sword that had not been drawn for half a year.Lu Tingyun couldn't use his spiritual power, so the sword was dim.

Song Huaichen looked down at the sharp blade of the sword and said "OK".

Chapter 20

Song Huaichen's health was getting better, and Grandma Sun sent Ah Wan to him again, saying that she wanted the little girl to learn how to read.When Bai Jian heard the news, she hesitated and asked him if he could come and listen.

Song Huaichen naturally agreed.

People in the village believed in the saying that "a woman is virtuous without talent", and Grandma Sun mentioned it cryptically when she brought Ah Wan here, so Song Huaichen didn't care much about teaching the little girl, and let Ah Wan play by herself most of the time.

It was different for Bai Jian. Song Huaichen not only taught him to read, but also asked him to practice calligraphy.

Grandma Sun's meaning was very clear, because of Ah Wan, she owed Bai Jian love, and also because of Ah Wan, she couldn't reach out to help Bai Jian by herself, so she had to find a shelter for Bai Jian.

This is exactly what Song Huaichen meant.

In the warm afternoon, Ah Wan lay on the table and fell asleep, and was carried to bed by Huang Yaoshi. Bai Jian practiced calligraphy seriously, and Song Huaichen also picked up a pen to write something. The room was very quiet for a while.

It was Lu Tingyun who was pretending to be holding a book on the side and broke the silence: "Why are you secretly practicing swords in the middle of the night?"

Bai Jian's hands trembled, and his strokes were crooked. He hastily raised his head to look at Lu Tingyun who was speaking, and immediately went to look at Song Huaichen, feeling even more nervous.

Song Huaichen put down his pen, a little amused: "He asked you something, what do you think I am doing?"

Bai Jian muttered and couldn't speak.

Song Huaichen had no intention of embarrassing him: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, you can learn it openly. I have read it these days. You have no adults in your family, and you are a child. If you want to, follow me."

Bai Jian quickly pinched the pen, looked down at her own handwriting, her heart was pounding, excitement and fear coexisted, her mind went blank: "Mr. Song, are you... do you want to accept me as a book boy?"

Lu Tingyun laughed out loud, and turned to look at Song Huaichen: "Actually, that's fine too." He teased maliciously, "The book boy saves a lot of trouble."

Bai Jian's brain, which was about to strike, turned with difficulty: "Mr. Song, don't you want me to be a book boy?"

Song Huaichen folded the folded page that was written in his hand and threw it at Lu Tingyun's face, his expression remained unmoved and solemn: "I want to take you as a disciple."

Lu Tingyun caught the folding page, unfolded it, and glanced at Bai Jian's movements from the corner of his eye.

The boy was stunned for a long while with his mouth open: "I," he recovered his voice, and hurriedly replied, "I am willing!"

He yelled and was about to kneel down in front of Song Huaichen, but was lifted up by a wave of spiritual power sent by the man.

Seeing Song Huaichen raised his hand from a long distance away, and being supported by an invisible force, Bai Jian was stunned.

Song Huaichen asked him: "Do you understand what the teacher I asked you to worship?"

Bai Jian replied in a daze: "Understood."

"Are you still willing?"

"willing!"

"Well, first get rid of your problem of practicing sword in the middle of the night, and then come to worship me as a master." Song Huaichen said, "If you want to practice sword, you can do it under the sun, it's not a shameful thing."

"I don't feel ashamed, I just—"

"—It's just that you still have to work during the day." Lu Tingyun picked up Bai Jian's words.

It is impossible for Bai Jian to eat all kinds of food for nothing.

He finished scanning the contents of the album, closed the notebook and said to Bai Jian: "The rules of the cultivation world, unless you are a direct disciple, after apprenticeship, the senior brothers and sisters will teach you the basics first. Now I am a half-disciple of Brother Song. Let me teach you."

Song Huaichen said to be upright, Lu Tingyun directly brought people to the sun-drying field to practice.

The idlers in the village, the elderly who can't work, and the women who moved to the pony to sit together and chat and work, all gathered on this rare flat land in the mountain village.

Seeing Lu Tingyun leading Bai Jian, they all stopped and stared wide-eyed.

Lu Tingyun didn't bring a sword, but held a branch that had been broken off the road in his hand, while Bai Jian held the same branch with the tender green leaves on top that hadn't been picked yet.

"Stand up." Lu Tingyun patted Bai Jian's shoulder and back with a branch, adjusted his standing posture, and then taught him to start, "Look at my movements."

"You are young and not tall enough, and the sword is usually carried behind your back." The white-clothed sword repairman wrapped the branch in his hand from the shoulder on the same side to his back, "When drawing the sword, you must keep your palms out and focus on your arms— —”

He spoke simple and easy-to-understand words, but what Song Huaichen wrote on the album was in his heart——

——Power starts from Tianquan, passes through Chize, accumulates in Taiyuan, passes by in a moment, rushes to the thenar, and sends out ten declarations.

"—Fight first, put your four fingers together, and hold the hilt of the sword with your thumb," Lu Tingyun deliberately slowed down, "Then, you can draw the sword."

Jianxiu in white slowed down his movements, slow enough for the baseless Bai Jian to see clearly.

The moment Lu Tingyun drew out the sword, the young man felt that the wind on the sun-drying field was still. It was obviously a branch, but in Lu Tingyun's hand, it was stained with the cold light of the sword.

Lu Tingyun is still teaching meticulously: "The speed of drawing the sword must be fast, but no matter how fast you draw, you must stop your hand at this position and stop firmly. This is the best angle for drawing the sword."

The branch in the man's hand pointed at an idler crouching in the shade.

The idle man cursed: "Take that little bastard and get away! Don't fool around with a branch, it's an eyesore!"

Lu Tingyun pretended not to hear, and continued to talk to Bai Jian: "The best angle to strike the sword not only makes it easier for you to stab, but also facilitates you—" With a flick of his wrist, the branch flew out, sticking to it. The idle man's ear was driven into the tree trunk, and there was a buzzing sound, which made the ground tremble.

The idle man turned pale with fright, Lu Tingyun bent his eyes and smiled at him: "Good dogs don't get in the way."

Bai Yi Jianxiu said to Bai Jian with a smile, "Do as I did just now."

Bai Jian practiced tremblingly, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Song Huaichen walking slowly, holding a sword.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song." The one who saw Song Huaichen earlier than Bai Jian was the old man who was chatting with others on the grain drying ground, "We should call you Mr., can you take that...then who is back? He is here , our hearts are beating wildly with fright!"

"Old man, you are also considerate and considerate of me. I was scared by him every day in the medicine hall," Song Huaichen replied with a good temper, "If I was not worried about you, I would not come here."

"Don't worry, he can't do anything." Song Huaichen assured those present, "I surrendered his sword."

The long sword was plain white, unpretentious, and held in Song Huaichen's hands, it seemed completely harmless.

Compared to Lu Tingyun and Bai Jian, the villagers obviously trusted Song Huaichen more, so they muttered a few words and stopped saying anything.

The idle man is always unpopular, seeing Song Huaichen coming, there is no one to help him, so he walks away cursing.

Song Huaichen sat on the ground and asked the old man beside him: "Uncle Chen, do you want to follow Lu Tingyun's gesture? Today is no different from that day. Everyone has seen the situation in Yingshan Lake. The monks who came back this time did not harm us, but there is no guarantee Is it the one who came back?"

He lowered his voice: "I have been in touch with Lu Tingyun these days and found that he is a good person, but it's hard to say whether he will help us when something happens, after all, we are not good to him."

"What about you, Mr. Song?" The old man immediately asked, "Mr. Song, will you help us?" In all fairness, the villagers treat Song Huaichen pretty well.

"Of course I will help you, but what if I sleep for half a year?" Song Huaichen asked back.

The old man was speechless.

"Half a year ago, I asked you when the fence was erected, and if there was anything wrong with the village. You haven't figured it out until now," Song Huaichen said softly, "It's a long time ago, but I don't believe there are any traces. You didn't stay, after all, you didn't want to think about it. It's like a turtle huddled in its shell and feels safe. But what if this turtle has already been thrown into the pot? Should I take a risk and look at it, or wait for the water to heat up? , died?"

"Lu Tingyun taught Bai Jian how to practice swords, and he practiced the sword moves of monks--immortals. If you don't seize the opportunity to steal them, do you really want to wait for death when something happens? With your attitude towards Bai Jian, when something happens, he will not Will save you?"

"Bai Jian... Bai Jian complained to you?" the old man asked cautiously.

"He didn't." Song Huaichen shut his mouth after saying these three words, but the old man couldn't feel at ease. Did Bai Jian not complain, or did he just not complain to Song Huaichen?Did Song Huaichen say this to him because of Bai Jian's injustice, or did he see something?

The old man couldn't sit still: "The sun makes me dizzy, I'll go back first."

When the old man left, he thought he was hiding and winked at other people who were watching him talking with Song Huaichen. Soon, the people from Yingshanhu village in the grain drying field left in twos and threes.

Lu Tingyun corrected Bai Jian's posture, asked the young man to practice, and sat down beside Song Huaichen himself: "Good eloquence, it's deafening."

"I'm just telling the truth." Song Huaichen handed the sword to Lu Tingyun, "It's not like they don't know."

"An Yi is used to it, knowing that the environment has changed, but still pretending not to know anything, and pushing out the companions who have changed due to the change." Lu Tingyun pushed the sword back, "I will not change my mind, I will not say a word to this kind of person."

"You confiscated my sword, don't give it back to me."

"The people in the village are kind to me... Is this your natal sword?"

Lu Tingyun smiled: "You guess."

Song Huaichen drew his sword with a clang, and pierced directly into Lu Tingyun's heart!

Lu Tingyun didn't dodge or dodge, what he thought was that Song Huaichen really didn't know how to use a sword, and his gestures for holding the sword were all wrong.

The sword stopped after piercing the clothes on Lu Tingyun's chest.

Feeling the repulsion in his hand, Song Huaichen put the sword back into the scabbard: "Throw away the natal spirit sword, Lu Tingyun, you are really crazy."

"Use someone else's natal spirit sword, draw the sword and stab at the person who admires you, Brother Song, don't let it go too far."

Song Huaichen noticed that Bai Jian was staring at them blankly, and smiled: "Scared you?"

Bai Jian nodded blankly, he had been secretly looking at those two people, Song Huaichen's move was too fast, before he could react, the sword had already touched Lu Tingyun's chest.

The young man had seen Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun fight, the gods fought, he couldn't see the way at all, he only knew that when they made a move, someone would die, it was very powerful.The young man who grew up eating a lot of food is keen. He can feel the subtle and dangerous atmosphere between the two. Seeing Song Huaichen draw his sword, he really thinks that the two have fallen out.

Lu Tingyun laughed "ha": "I still have to practice, the ability to bear it is too bad."

"It's the same for you," Song Huaichen snapped the album into Lu Tingyun's hands unceremoniously, he finished silently writing the exercises, his meridians were severely injured, he couldn't use the jade slips, he had to write them by hand.

"Your homework."

Chapter 21

In the evening, Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun took Bai Jian back to the medicine hall, and Huang Yaoshi happened to come down from the other side of the mountain road with a basket of vegetables in his hand.

The two groups met at the door, Huang Yaoshi with a goatee asked, "What did you say to the villagers again?"

It was Lu Tingyun who spoke: "What's wrong?"

"It's been a while since no one mentioned formations and magic cultivation. Today I went to change the dishes, and everyone along the way was talking about this." Huang Yaoshi glanced at Bai Jian, not sure whether to say the next thing in front of this child .

Song Huaichen pressed Bai Jian's shoulder, not letting him avoid it.

"Is there any room available in the medicine hall?" Song Huaichen asked, "Is it convenient for Bai Jian to stay?"

Huang Yaoshi didn't answer directly, and looked at Bai Jian carefully for a while: "I heard that you went to the sun-grain field to practice swords this afternoon?"

He asked Song Huaichen, "What do you mean?"

Song Huaichen nodded.

Huang Yaoshi didn't say anything else: "Come in, there is a room, but it needs to be cleaned."

Song Huaichen patted Bai Jian's shoulder: "Go get the bucket with Huang Yaoshi, and do it yourself."

Bai Jian fetched water to clean the room, Song Huaichen washed the vegetables and cooked, and Lu Tingyun leaned against the door of the kitchen with the album recording the sword cultivation skills.

The content of the album is profound, even he has to digest it carefully, the smell of rice is on the tip of his nose, and the sound of cutting vegetables is in his ears, Lu Tingyun looked away from the paper and glanced at Song Huaichen.

The man tied his long hair behind his head, lowered his head, slightly arched his back, and went to the low stove. He pressed the green vegetable leaves with one hand, and held a heavy kitchen knife in the other, aggressively, once, Fast and even, the slender fingers are hidden among the vegetable leaves, almost transparent in white.

The simple and boring repetitive movements caught Lu Tingyun's attention.

As early as when Lu Tingyun saw him for the first time, Song Huaichen noticed it. The man's gaze stayed for too long, and Song Huaichen couldn't help but say: "Why, do you want to learn how to cook with me?"

"Don't dare to dare," Lu Tingyun smiled back to his senses, "I can only teach Bai Jian after learning a set of sword skills, and I haven't decided who to try it yet after learning cooking skills."

"Thinking too far," Song Huaichen glanced at him, "You have the basics of swordsmanship, so you can teach others after you learn it. As for cooking, I dare not let you make it for others to eat for fear of being smashed. Shop sign."

Lu Tingyun put the album in the sumeru bag, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen: "If it's for Brother Song, then everything is easy to talk about, what do I need?"

Song Huaichen handed him the knife: "Continue."

When Huang Yaoshi made Bai Jian's bed and came over, he saw two men working in the kitchen and didn't go in. He stood at the door and asked Song Huaichen, "Do you want me to help?"

Song Huaichen: "You wash the dishes."

Huang Yaoshi hated washing dishes: "What about Bai Jian?"

Lu Tingyun slowly cut the vegetables: "Didn't you see that his arms were shaking when he was carrying the bucket? If you ask him to wash the dishes, he will drop the dishes."

Huang Yaoshi glanced back and confirmed that Bai Jian was still in the room: "What do you think, why did you teach him the sword? What did Song Huaichen get involved with?"

"I'll take him as an apprentice." Song Huaichen put the lid on the pot, stewed the meat, and came out from the back of the kitchen, "He is suitable for sword practice, but I don't know how to use a sword, so I ask Fellow Daoist Lu to teach him."

Huang Yaoshi didn't care what Song Huaichen said to move Lu Tingyun, he just asked Song Huaichen: "You have accepted an apprentice here, are you not leaving?"

Song Huaichen understood that what he was talking about here was not Yingshan Lake, but the mortal world, and Huang Yaoshi was asking him if he still planned to return to the ten continents overseas.

Bai Jian's aptitude is good, but it's not amazing talent, and it's just mediocre in the ten continents overseas. If Song Huaichen wants to go back, there is no need to accept apprentices here.

"I don't really want to." Song Huaichen said honestly, "You came here to find something voluntarily, I can't help it. It won't be easy for me to go back now, it's better to stay."

"You and I are not familiar with the place here, and having an outstanding apprentice is an extra layer of protection."

Lu Tingyun listened to him, thinking that Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi were experts from the Hidden World Sect, and what they said about going back was referring to the Hui sect.

"Brother Song, we feel sorry for each other." Lu Tingyun sighed, and then asked, "What are you two looking for? Maybe I have a clue?"

Huang Yaoshi thought about it and said that Lu Tingyun didn't know about it, so he didn't hide it: "weights and measures."

Unexpectedly, Lu Tingyun answered the question: "Weights and measures? The organization that uses scorpions as symbols?"

Huang Yaoshi's eyes widened suddenly: "You know?!"

"I met one of them when I was young, in a valley. Now that we have passed, we might still find that senior."

"Where?!"

"Among the mountains near the South China Sea. Anyway, I'm free now. Huang Yaoshi, if you want to go, I'll take you there."

Huang Yaoshi nodded hastily: "Okay!"

Song Huaichen poured cold water on him: "You can't get out."

Lu Tingyun asked: "Brother Song also looking for weights and measures?"

"No, I'm looking for someone."

After dinner, the distraught Huang Yaoshi dropped several bowls. Hearing the noise in the kitchen, Lu Tingyun went in and asked what was wrong.

Taking advantage of their absence, Bai Jian cautiously asked Song Huaichen if Huang Yaoshi was upset by his living in.

Song Huaichen shook his head: "Huang Yaoshi is not so stingy."

Seeing the exhaustion that could not be concealed on Bai Jian's face, he finished his review of the boy's morning homework, collected the papers, and sent him back to his room.

"Lu Tingyun taught you the sword, and I can't just do nothing." Song Huaichen motioned Bai Jian to sit cross-legged on the couch, and then gestured for him, "Cultivators don't sleep, so they meditate and rest. If it’s too far away, you just need to close your eyes and recite the mantra silently in your heart.”

"The formula?"

"The heaven and the earth are separated, the three talents are positioned, people are in the heaven and the earth, and the five qi are in harmony, so it can last for a long time." Song Huaichen read it again, "First read it aloud, remember it and then read it silently."

Bai Jian closed her eyes: "The world is divided into judgments, the three talents are positioned, and people are in the world..."

He read it softly over and over again, the sound gradually became silent, Song Huaichen closed the door and left.

Lu Tingyun listened outside for a long time: "Zuo Wang Lun? Don't you teach the "Qing Jing Sutra" first?"

"How can a child of this age really calm down, the "Qing Jing Sutra" is useless. "Zuo Wang Lun" contains the induction between heaven and man, let him memorize it first."

Lu Tingyun wore a long sword on his waist, Song Huaichen looked at him: "Want to go out?"

"Teach Bai Jian during the day, and practice by myself at night." Lu Tingyun took out the album, "Brother Song's exercises are really profound."

Song Huaichen ignored his compliment: "Where did you go to practice?"

"Houshan, I can leave the enchantment."

Song Huaichen disagreed: "It's no secret that you are in Yingshan Lake. If Ge Qing is not dead, he is probably lying in ambush around, waiting for you to get out."

"That's just the right way to use him." Lu Tingyun was not afraid at all, and stopped Song Huaichen's continued dissuasion, "Brother Song, it is a kind of torture for me to be unable to practice after my cultivation base has dropped to this level, I don't believe it. For me, the way of keeping a low profile and bide my time, for me, can only be broken through between life and death. And Ge Qing may not really be outside."

"You can break through the limit, but you can't break through the poison."

Song Huaichen knew that Lu Tingyun wanted to find a place to vent, and the village was not convenient.

"Come on, shall I go with you?"

"Brother Song?"

Song Huaichen rolled his eyes at him: "How much cultivation do you think I have left? I'm not in a hurry?"

Knowing that the two were going up the mountain, Huang Yaoshi went with them, watching them easily cross the fence, but he was trapped here, Huang Yaoshi's expression was indescribable.

Song Huaichen turned back to comfort him: "Don't worry, I won't leave you behind, and I'm still waiting for you to heal us both."

The scenery outside the fence was the same as inside the fence. Out of prudence, the two searched around. Song Huaichen made a small formation before returning to the original place to practice.

Lu Tingyun pulled out his sword, and Song Huaichen found a clean place to sit down.

"Brother Song?"

"Don't you want to fight me?"

"Brother Song is unwilling?"

"The magic formula I cultivate is called Zhanchen, and it relies on the world and everything, without borrowing external objects, and it is all supported by my spiritual power." Song Huaichen was not interested, "Now my cultivation level is low, and I can even support the most common attacks. If you can’t get up, what can I use to fight you?”

"Zhan Chen? Zhan Chen Jue? Is it a set of broken copies?"

"have you seen?"

Lu Tingyun directly took out a few pages of paper from the Sumeru bag: "Is it this?"

Song Huaichen took a look, and it was indeed the method he cultivated.And it just so happened that it was to deal with his current spiritual weakness.

What a coincidence.

"You know weights and measures, and this—"

"These few pages were given to me by the old man from Weights and Measures." Lu Tingyun stood with his sword in his arms, knowing what Song Huaichen was going to ask, and he thought it was a coincidence, "To me, these few pages are completely useless. At that time, the old senior said that I would use it one day, and I had to take it with me, so I took it."

"He calculated that I would meet you."

"What exactly are weights and measures?"

"If it weren't for Brother Song, you and Huang Yaoshi really don't seem to know, I would have thought you were people of weights and measures." Lu Tingyun made a gesture, "I don't know what it is, but the old man is really powerful , He let me jump from Qi training to Jindan."

Lu Tingyun didn't use his spiritual power, he swung his sword, and that sword was much faster than that in the sun-drying field during the day, even Song Huaichen could only see a clear afterimage.

The silver shadow split the wind, and the wind became a blade again, cutting obliquely towards the ancient trees in the mountains.

In the summer, the luxuriant grass was lying low, the pages of paper in Song Huaichen's hands rattled, the bark of the ancient tree was already cracked, and in the next moment, it would be split in half.

However, ding.

The wind stopped, and the old tree was safe and sound.

Lu Tingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Huaichen. Song Huaichen put the paper in his arms and stood up from the ground.

"That old senior from Weights and Measures is really powerful. Not only did he count our encounter, but he can also make you and me who are in the same situation fight each other."

Chapter 22

Time passed so slowly, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and summer came.

Bai Jian went from falling asleep sitting up to being meditated overnight, and the next morning she felt refreshed.The scorching sun on the grain drying ground failed to tan him, and the fair-skinned boy was very conspicuous among a group of villagers who were learning swords from stealing teachers.

Song Huaichen repaired the few pages that Lu Tingyun gave him, and the damaged meridians recovered so quickly that even Huang Yaoshi was amazed: "Everyone thought Zhanchen Jue was a weak point, but now it seems that it may be a supreme skill. , unfortunately, no one has seen the full text of it.”

In the three cultivation worlds that Song Huaichen experienced, Zhanchen Jue appeared in all of them, so he asked Huang Yaoshi: "Could Zhanchen Jue have something to do with weights and measures?"

"If this is the case, our goals will be unified." Huang Yaoshi could see that Song Huaichen was much more interested in Zhan Chen Jue than in finding that person.

Huang Yaoshi gave Song Huaichen the pulse: "Although your meridians have recovered well, you still can't bear the effects of the medicine, so you can only endure it."

The medicine he was talking about was a poison that restricted cultivation.

Song Huaichen nodded in response.

Lu Tingyun couldn't see any pain from Song Huaichen's perennially pale face, so he praised him for being strong.

Song Huaichen got goose bumps all over his body, bent over to hoe the ground, and refused to talk to him.

On the few fragmented pages in Lu Tingyun's hand, it recorded a section of self-help in the Zhanchen Jue. The Zhanchen Jue relies on everything in the world, and only spiritual power is reflected from the monks.

Everything has animism. This chapter talks about how a monk, after falling into a desperate situation, uses the aura contained in external objects to break through and stand up again, breaking through to the realm of the unity of man and nature.

There are only a few sheets of paper, the number of words is very few, the superficial meaning is simple, but it is meaningful when read carefully.

Lu Tingyun only saw that Song Huaichen had practiced for a few days before picking up a hoe and plowing the fields. He was very careless, but Huang Yaoshi said that he recovered faster by plowing the fields than practicing qigong.

The vegetables planted at the end of spring are growing well. Song Huaichen naturally doesn't use any fertilizer to grow vegetables. After a few small formations, he looks self-sufficient.

The things that grow in other people's stinky vegetable fields are not as good as those grown in Song Huaichen's clean land, and seeing it grow day by day with his own eyes, Lu Tingyun also likes to squat aside and watch them when he is free.

In the afternoon I teach the villagers, and in the evening I practice by myself. When Lu Tingyun is free, he only works in the morning.

Often coming back at dawn, Song Huaichen would go back to his room and lie down to sleep. When he got up at dawn, he would see Lu Tingyun squatting beside the vegetable field. Most of the time, he was still in meditation while squatting.

"Friend Lu?"

"Brother Song, why do I feel that the spiritual power on the edge of the vegetable field is stronger than other places?"

"Isn't what I put up a gathering spirit array?"

Lu Tingyun won't let Song Huaichen be fooled: "Can the Spirit Gathering Formation turn ordinary vegetables into spiritual plants? Brother Song, you have to teach me, Jingu Garden doesn't have this ability."

"What is Golden Valley Garden?"

"A sect that specializes in planting spiritual plants, [-]% of the spiritual rice in the cultivation world is grown by it." Lu Tingyun thought for a while, and then added, "The relationship between Jingu Garden and Pharmacist Valley is very good."

"Anyway, I don't eat his rice, my mouth is not short, and my hands are not soft."

The sound of the door opening came from behind, and Bai Jian woke up.

After eating well and resting adequately, in just two months, the boy's stature has grown significantly. He saluted the two men: "Mr. Song, Senior Lu."

The two titles are neither fish nor fowl.

Song Huaichen didn't allow Bai Jian to call him master before performing the apprenticeship ceremony, but Lu Tingyun said that if he entered the immortal journey, he had to follow the monk's rules and call him senior.

There was movement from next door, Grandma Sun and Ah Wan also woke up, the little girl came to Song Huaichen's place much earlier than when she first started.

After the villagers made up their minds to learn self-defense from Lu Tingyun, Ah Wan, who was free in the afternoon, naturally followed to watch the fun.

Lu Tingyun held up a tree branch to demonstrate, and Ah Wan only took one look before entering the Tao.

A fiery red aura rushed out from the top of the head and went straight into the sky. Under the daylight, the sky was full of red clouds.

In the blink of an eye, Ah Wan was already at the level of Dzogchen Qi training.

But she still doesn't know anything.Can't form formations, can't form seals, can't use spiritual power.

Huang Yaoshi murmured to the two of them: "She can't be the child of a powerful monk, can she? Could it be that the parents who abandoned her before were not their own? Her cultivation seems to be born."

The three men have never seen through this little girl, and now they have no choice but to continue teaching after entering the Tao.

When Bai Jian practiced the sword, she meditated, and Song Huaichen asked her to feel the spiritual power. This time he taught her the "Qing Jing Sutra".

Lu Tingyun laughed at him: "Who said children can't calm down, teaching this is useless?"

Song Huaichen said that he has different requirements for the two children: "I just need her to be quiet for a while, if she can feel the spiritual power, she can teach the formula."

"What are you going to teach her?"

Bai Jian has not entered Taoism yet, so he doesn't have much to teach, and he has accumulated a lot of swords. After Lu Tingyun taught him a few moves, he asked the young man to practice his own comprehension, so as not to backfire.

The people in the village could teach even less, so he was free in the afternoon.

Song Huaichen only needs to stare at Ah Wan to settle down, and feel more relaxed.

Lei Xian vs Xiao Xian, the two sat face to face and played chess, Song Huaichen's backgammon.

Backgammon requires brains, but it doesn't need to use too much brains, Lu Tingyun can devote most of his energy to chatting.

"What are you going to teach her? Her cultivation is already on par with mine."

The Gu poison on Lu Tingyun's body was almost detoxified, Huang Yaoshi allowed him to use his spiritual power, and his cultivation quickly recovered to the great perfection of Qi training.

But Lu Tingyun, who destroyed his foundation, couldn't find a way to build a foundation, so he could only stay here.

He was not in a hurry, still his usual expression, with a smile full of leisure.But Song Huaichen knew that he had already started to get impatient, from his sword light in the middle of the night, from the aura around him.

Zhanchen Jue may not be the supreme skill, but it is definitely a rare Taoism. It pays attention to the unity of man and nature. Song Huaichen's perception of spiritual power has reached more than one level after he first glimpsed the method from a few pages of fragments.

"Ah Wan is very suitable for Zhan Chen Jue."

The little girl realized the Tao by watching the sword, and the three monks naturally thought that she should practice the sword, but after a few days of teaching, they found that Awan knew nothing about it, and she also did not show comprehension when she was replaced by the Talisman Dao and the Dao of Alchemy.

"Then take another apprentice?"

"I won't teach her this." Song Huaichen rebuffed straight away, "The Art of Zhan Chen cuts the roots of dust, I won't make decisions for her when she doesn't understand anything."

Lu Tingyun looked at the chess board, and decided to make a move: "It seems that Brother Song's Zhanchen Jue has not yet reached a great success."

Song Huaichen glanced at him, and fell down.

"Otherwise, why would you worry about such a thing?"

Song Huaichen dropped the last ball: "You lost."

Lu Tingyun glanced at the straight line that he couldn't stop no matter what, and said with a smile, "I still have hope."

Hope does not refer to the chess game, of course.

Song Huaichen put the chess pieces back into the chess box one by one: "From the beginning to the end, from ancient times to the present, you have only seen a tree with a crooked neck like me?"

"I don't know if the neck of this tree is crooked or not. I only know that it is a veritable jade tree."

"what?"

"The jade tree faces the wind."

The pale man was amused: "Shallow."

"I've said so much, courtesy is reciprocal, shouldn't Brother Song also say something to me?" Lu Tingyun threw all the white pieces into the chess box, and looked at Song Huaichen with burning eyes.

Song Huaichen closed the lid of the black box, looked up and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you don't think you have plastic surgery, but in fact..."

"He's a real gentleman."

Lu Tingyun bared his teeth, Song Huaichen changed the subject again, but he really didn't want to force the other party to explain.

"I'm a real villain who pays every penny and every penny."

"The real famous person in "Xiaoyaoyou" travels to the North Sea. He does not eat unless he is practicing food, and he does not drink unless he is drinking from a sweet spring." To a real gentleman, he must play a small rogue, "Brother Lu, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"You." Lu Tingyun paused for a while, "I did it."

Song Huaichen stared at Lu Tingyun when the word "you" sounded