Dust roots [comprehension]

Song Huaichen didn't fight immediately when he came, Yuanying felt that his words had an effect, and the smile on his face became more obvious: "Song Daoyou is famous, I naturally know it."

"There are very few Nascent Souls in the world who can destroy Hushe City with one blow, so I naturally pay attention." When Hushe City was destroyed, no one knew that his name was Song Huaichen.

Cultivator Yuanying told Song Huaichen plainly: "I know Song Daoyou, you came to Pingyang because of Guiyizong's shop."

"Shangqing Zhenjun became immortal, and his shop was left to the big disciple Lu Tingyun. Lu Zhenren is an amazingly talented and beautiful person, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other. After dispelling the bad bones, he not only rectified his name, but also improved his realm. There is no other time in the limelight. He appeared in Pingyang and took over Shangqing Zhenjun's shop, which will naturally attract the attention of all parties."

"Everyone who walked with him is naturally paid attention to by everyone. Song Zhenjun, your identity is no secret in Pingyang. The Yue girls parade in the streets, and they look at you favorably. Your limelight has overwhelmed Master Lu."

"What do others think of me, what does it have to do with me?" Song Huaichen was sure that he could smell the scent of powder on Yuanying's body opposite, which was the turbid smell mixed with many kinds of fragrances. The golden core cultivator in the middle class, just to lure me here?"

"I have no choice but to make such a bad move, and I hope Haihan." Yuan Ying gave another light gift.

Song Huaichen smiled but said, "If you want to see me, you can come to me by yourself. Why do you have to go through so much trouble?"

"You can't leave the mansion? Do you have something to hide?" The slight smile on Song Huaichen's face cooled down with every sentence, and his tone became colder and colder, "Do I have to come to the door myself?"

"My stomach is small, Haihan can't do it."

Yuanying was not annoyed at all by Song Huaichen's sarcastic remarks, and still smiled lazily: "So, I hope Song Zhenjun will give me a chance to redeem my sins."

Atonement.

Nascent Soul kept his posture extremely low.

Song Huaichen wanted to see what kind of medicine he sold in his gourd: "Oh?"

"If you want to come to Song Zhenjun, you also know that Pingyang is the largest city in the cultivation world. Not only monks gather in the city, but also the most wonderful treasures in the world. Three days later, there will be an auction in Zhenbao Pavilion. I wonder if Song Zhenjun will agree to it. Do you want to go with me?"

"Realist Lu, Huang Yaoshi, Bai Jian, Zhu Yi..." Yuan Ying reported the names of the people around Song Huaichen one by one, "If they are willing to honor me, it will be my honor."

Grocery stores selling elixir, ganoderma, magic weapons, etc. in the cultivation world, as long as they are a little larger, they will be named "Treasure Pavilion".

Because they sell the same things, no matter how big or small, the Treasure Pavilions are connected with each other. There is only one Treasure Pavilion in Pingyang City, and it is the leader of the Treasure Pavilion in the cultivation world. The auctions held by it are rare. baby.

Walking in Pingyang City for the past few days, Song Huaichen has heard many people talking about this auction. It is said that there are all kinds of exhibits in the auction.But the first threshold is difficult to pass, and admission tickets are hard to come by.

Song Huaichen really wanted to see and see, because the Pingyang Treasure Pavilion reminded him of Wuxiang Temple, but he just said: "I have to ask their opinions."

Yuanying followed closely: "Then Song Zhenjun, did you agree to go with me?"

There was no need to discuss this answer with others, Song Huaichen answered "yes" without any reservations.

"Di Rongshan is lucky to be able to travel with Song Zhenjun."

"Di Rongshan." After talking for so long, Song Huaichen finally knew the name of the other party. Looking at the sick and weak nobleman's name, he was very generous. Unfortunately, although his cultivation was not ordinary, the deliberateness of his words matched his muddy body. The smell of fat and powder, more or less gives people a kind of unpleasant feeling described as wretched, "Di Zhenjun, there will be a period later."

The situation in the elegant courtyard of the tea house has not changed much from when Song Huaichen left, but the idlers around have dispersed.Seeing him coming back, Huang Yaoshi looked at his expression and asked, "Is it resolved?"

This matter really can't be considered settled: "Almost."

Seeing what he said, Huang Yaoshi didn't ask any further questions, knowing that now is not the time to talk in detail, so he briefly talked about what happened when Song Huaichen was away: "Bai Jian is fine, Miss Zhu Yi helped him suppress the aura of the riot, I will give He fed a medicine, and he will recover in a few days, this child has finally passed the threshold of the first level of Qi training."

"It's Lu Tingyun." Huang Yaoshi signaled Song Huaichen to take a look at Jianxiu, "I'm afraid the advancement this time will not be as smooth as the formation of pills."

Lu Tingyun's alchemy was extremely fast, partly because he couldn't delay it at the critical moment of life and death, and partly because he was reshaping the golden elixir and had experience, so he was fast.

The higher the monk's cultivation level, the more difficult it is to advance. Lu Tingyun is trying to hit a new height, so it will not be easy.

The white spiritual light surrounding the sword cultivator had dissipated, and Lu Tingyun's spiritual power returned to calm, but the air around the man was extremely stagnant, and the red clouds above his head became more and more dense.

The forehead of the man sitting cross-legged was covered with cold sweat. The sweat condensed into drops, streaked across his handsome eyebrows, thin lips stretched into a line, dripped down his chin, and soon wet the front of his clothes.

At the same time, Jianxiu also fainted with wet marks on his back, sweating through his heavy clothes.

The monks in the advanced ranks are always in a state of distress, and there is a trace of majestic momentum in the same state as the world.

Unexpectedly, Song Huaichen thought of Lu Tingyun's miserable appearance when he met him for the first time, and thought that he had participated in this cultivator's journey, and his mood was delicate for a while.

Male voice transmission Huang Yaoshi: "Look, people here are not much easier to practice than us. Every time the realm is improved, it is a desperate struggle,"

Huang Yaoshi said calmly: "Cultivating immortals is going against the sky after all."

No matter how low a monk's cultivation base is, the way of heaven will never make it easy for him.

This sentence is sound transmission: "Even with our cultivation speed, Lu Tingyun's improvement speed is astonishingly fast." He turned his head to look at Song Huaichen, "Is he the person Shizhou is looking for?"

"If it is really him, we are very lucky. We didn't bother to find it at all. He sent it to our door."

Huang Yaoshi saw Song Huaichen laughing, his eyes narrowed slightly, his burning eyes were warm, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his smile was also warm, like bright red elephant valley flowers in full bloom, strong enough to ignite the whole world.

This smile disintegrated the coldness soaked in the corners of Song Huaichen's eyes and brows, like a fire in water.

This smile appeared abruptly and disappeared quickly.

"I'll stay here. If you have other things, you can go." Song Huaichen took two steps towards Lu Tingyun, felt that the distance was almost there, and sat down cross-legged. Is there anything you want?"

With Zhu Yi and Song Huaichen around, there is really no need for Huang Yaoshi to stay here. The pharmacist in Fangzhang Mountain is very interested in the medicinal materials in Pingyang, so he agreed and left without any hesitation.

Lu Tingyun, who closed his eyes and meditated, was at the juncture of the promotion stage, and his spiritual consciousness was extremely wide. He could feel the movement of the buds breaking through the ground, and he could also feel the wind brought by the flapping wings of insects. He could hear the noisy voices of people in the market. , I can see the spiritual power roaring in the monk competition.He could see the subtleties, but he could also have a broad overview. His aura was in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and he naturally felt Song Huaichen sitting beside him in a daze.

The uneasiness that was heavy in his heart was suddenly lightened, and Lu Tingyun only felt his spiritual consciousness follow the line of energy between the heaven and the earth, and go straight to the heavens.

The clouds were thick, and his eyes were pitch black. He didn't see anything, but he felt something.

The subtle sound of soft-soled shoes stepping on the hard and smooth ground and the friction sound of thick and smooth clothing sounded together, and a male voice echoed in the wide space: "I heard that you want Changting Muwan?"

It was Dao's gentle voice, but it had an inexplicable sense of looking down from above.

The voice of the person who answered was clear and clear, with a bit of prudence and caution: "Wuxiang Palace doesn't dare to be the master, let me come directly to Lord Qing Ming."

"You want Changting Muwan to cross the Langan Sea?" It has already been spread about what the man is going to do, Qing Mingjun wants to hear his confirmation, "You want to go down to Fanzhou?"

"Yes."

"Even if Changting Muwan can help you cross the Langan Sea, it can't carry you back. Isn't it good to be a fairy? What's good in the mortal world?"

"The mortal world is naturally not as good as the fairy world, but someone is waiting for me, and I have been waiting for several lifetimes."

"It seems that you have to go." Qing Mingjun's voice was a little bored, "I gave you Changting Muwan, so I can't come back. The price is not low."

"Mr. Qingming just speak up."

"Build me ten Mulan cloud boats, so that the eleven continents in the world can communicate with each other, and I will give you the long pavilion."

"Ten Mulan clouds." The other party pondered for a while, then smiled wryly, "The price is indeed... The Mulan cloud boats were fed with cultivation, and if ten ships were formed, my cultivation would be destroyed."

"Isn't it just the right time for you to grow old with that mortal?"

"It doesn't sound like I'm at a disadvantage? But Lord Qing Ming, how will you know if I've fulfilled the agreement with you after I descend to the mortal world?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Once the purpose of the visitor has been achieved, he will not stay for long and leave immediately.

The air was silent for a moment.

It was so quiet, so quiet that Lu Tingyun felt a little uneasy.

He couldn't see, couldn't speak, only his hearing was sensitive, and when he heard the rubbing of the cloth, he knew that Qing Mingjun, who was sitting on the main seat, had turned sideways, with one arm propped on the armrest, changing from sitting upright to reclining. lazy.

Lu Tingyun couldn't help but think that Lord Qingming was sitting in front of him to receive the little fairy who came to ask for Changting, and he seemed to take him very seriously.

When he was thinking this way, Qing Mingjun's voice sounded again, with a smile: "How long are you going to hide there?"