Dust roots [comprehension]

Leaving Lu Tingyun's shoulders, Song Huaichen stood up unsteadily, and when he stood still, he turned back into the unpredictable teacher in Yingshan Lake.

Song Huaichen experienced a thunder calamity, and as a result, his cultivation level did not rise but fell.He put away his unembarrassed fake baby look, and the look of disappointment was no longer on his face.

Lu Tingyun looked very uncomfortable, he wanted to say that we are so familiar, you don't need to stand up in front of me, but put yourself in my shoes, if it were you, even in front of close people, he would not Allow yourself to wallow in low emotions.

Showing weakness is meaningless, but it makes loved ones hurt and enemies happy.

"Go back." Song Huaichen slightly bent his lips, showing the usual smile.

Most of the time, the smile on a man's face is a kind of camouflage, a mask, after getting along for a long time, Lu Tingyun can tell the difference, but this time there is warmth in Song Huaichen's smile.

Lu Tingyun laughed too, and Song Huaichen's smile warmed him from the bottom of his heart: "Okay, let's go back."

The shop that returned was under the name of Lu Tingyun—now it should be regarded as a shop under the name of Song Huaichen.

Both Huang Yaoshi and Bai Jian were absent. The former went out to tinker with medicinal materials. He was worried that Bai Jian would be alone at home, so he was sent to the Yue Girl Class. Three days was enough for Huang Yaoshi to gain Zhu Yi's trust and learn that she and Bai Jian origin.

Three days is enough for the seeds planted in the backyard to germinate.

A piece of fresh green, looking comfortable.

Song Huaichen simply and rudely pressed Lu Tingyun on the flat stone surrounded by greenery. Even though it was a fake baby, his cultivation base was still higher than that of Jindan's Lu Tingyun. The latter could not resist, nor did he want to resist, so he sat down go down.

Immediately, Jianxiu saw Song Huaichen cast an enchantment to cover the small shoots all over the yard: "I'll go get the custom-made things, you should strengthen your cultivation here, and take care of the house by the way."

By the way?

The last four words made Lu Tingyun laugh dumbly, but the man still only had one word "good" out of his mouth.

Three days was enough time for the carpentry shop to polish Song Huaichen's custom-made things. The man picked up the things smoothly, and the delay in the shop was very short, and it took a lot of time to go back and forth.

People all over the street are talking about the Yue girls, talking about them dancing on the stage, the world turned pale, and some well-informed people saw Bai Jian in the team of Yue girls, which aroused all sorts of strange speculations. They talked about Bai Jian, and from time to time Song Huaichen The three adults, Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun, dragged it in, and their weird remarks were even more endless.

Song Huaichen listened openly and with great interest, none of the gossiping people recognized that he was the one being discussed.

"Speaking of which, have you heard that there are flower pickers in Pingyang City." The topic suddenly changed direction.

"Anything else?"

"I'm not sure either. After all, it's embarrassing to say something about my daughter's family suffering. If you can cover it up, cover it up. But I see that several aristocratic families have sent their own soldiers to patrol the city recently, talking about maintaining law and order... Tell me, do you see that Pingyang is not stable? Besides, these soldiers are all from outsiders——" He stopped abruptly at this point, and glanced at Song Huaichen with a guilty conscience.

Song Huaichen had no choice but to say: "If I were, I would be too bold to stay here and listen to you say this, right? Pingyang has a lot of outsiders who come and go every day, can they find out?"

The monk who spoke sneered: "That's true. Strictly speaking, I'm not from Pingyang. Friends, don't take it to heart. Besides, I've heard the story of the flower picker, so I can't do it accurately."

Song Huaichen really wanted to ask him where he heard about it, but there may be no reason for it.

However, the other party clearly expressed doubts, and now is not the time to ask this.

It's hard for a group of people to be cold-hearted when they get together. When one end gets embarrassed, the other end immediately picks up: "The Flower Picker... If there really is a Flower Picker, do you think he will target Yue Nu?"

"I don't think it's possible. Although there are many nursing homes in the aristocratic family, it is not without omissions. It has not been known to everyone. On the one hand, it is for the sake of the lady's reputation. Not so with Yue girls, they travel all over the country as women, do you think they are easy to bully?"

Song Huaichen listened for a while, saw that there was no substantive news, sold two ounces of wine, cut half a catty of sauced meat, pretended that he was an idler who was keen on drinking and eating meat, and then walked away.

Back in the shop, looking at the backyard, Lu Tingyun had already settled down, his whole body was majestic, but the flow was a little stagnant.

Because Song Huaichen was delayed for three days to conceive, Lu Tingyun had already missed the best time to consolidate his realm. The higher his cultivation level, the more difficult it is to practice, so it will naturally take him longer this time.

Song Huaichen didn't bother him, went back to the house and poured out the parts from the sumeru bag, and started assembling them one by one.

When Huang Yaoshi came back after picking up Bai Jian from Yue Nu, Song Huaichen's pieces were already standing in a row along the wall.

"Hey," Huang Yaoshi was taken aback by the spectacular scene. Standing along the wall were human-tall dolls, all of whom had no facial features, but ten movable fingers were squeezed out of each hand. Infiltrating, "Song Huaichen, tell me the truth, are you a puppet master?"

The puppet master is a kind of cultivator who relies on manipulating all kinds of puppets to fight. He is not strong in his own strength. It is a practice method with the help of foreign objects.

When Huang Yaoshi asked the question, he knew it was impossible, Song Huaichen could not be a puppet master for repairing "Zhanchen Jue".

There was curiosity and awe in Bai Jian's eyes. Song Huaichen was amused to see it, and released his spiritual power to manipulate the puppet figures to bend down, and said in his mouth, "Hi, bosses, we are new guys."

The puppet suddenly moved, and Bai Jian was terrified.

Huang Yaoshi's expression was struck by lightning: "Aren't you going to open a restaurant? Using these things won't scare away customers?!"

"A restaurant with three bosses, and I'm the only one who knows how to cook. Do you think it can last?"

Huang Yaoshi found it inconceivable: "They can cook and eat?"

Song Huaichen nodded, mysteriously said: "I will, and they will too."

Song Huaichen pretended to be sophisticated, but Huang Yaoshi saw the trick from the puppets' bow just now: "Isn't it just using spiritual power to control the puppets to do things, or the trick of the puppet masters."

He thought about the little puppet that Song Huaichen gave Ah Wan at the beginning, and felt that what this man learned was too complicated.

The Langzhong with the goatee suddenly thought of the little girl in Yingshan Lake, and couldn't help sighing, "I don't know how Ah Wan is doing now."

"It's probably the same as when we didn't show up, living a peaceful life." Song Huaichen thought for a while, and answered this way. The man thought of the little girl's eyes, and thought that Grandma Sun was not too young among mortals. The future of the little girl is not optimistic.

"I can't go back." Bai Jian hesitated, and interrupted uncharacteristically. Yingshan Lake is his hometown. Generally speaking, he didn't live well there, but he really left. No matter how hard life is, there is always a warm and pleasant flash in it, which is even more precious when recalled after a long journey.

"Yingshan Lake..." Bai Jian didn't know how to express it, and said dryly, "It's different from before."

Huang Yaoshi suddenly asked, "Do you miss Ah Wan?"

Bai Jian was taken aback for a moment, and then replied honestly: "Yes."

He thought of Ah Wan, the little girl who stepped into the world of cultivation with him, and the childhood sweetheart who never disliked him since he was a child.

"Do you want to see her again?" Huang Yaoshi asked in a strange tone that seemed to be coaxing and coaxing a child.

Bai Jian looked at Huang Yaoshi suspiciously: "I think so."

Song Huaichen pulled out another wooden figurine, and while controlling it to walk towards the wall, he said, "Huang Yaoshi, you sound like you're a matchmaker."

Bai Jian glanced at Song Huaichen in horror, her face flushed instantly.

"I don't mean that." Huang Yaoshi stroked his beard, "but it seems that this matter is interesting."

"I, I didn't...I..." Bai Jian blushed and stammered, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Song Huaichen accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stopped teasing him, and asked Huang Yaoshi seriously: "Why did you mention Ah Wan all of a sudden?"

Huang Yaoshi stroked his beard: "Maybe in a few years, I will really see that little girl again. Ah Wan...is a bit special. When I left, I left her a token and told her that if she didn't want to stay in Yingshan Lake Come and find us."

Huang Yaoshi put it tactfully, when Ah Wan couldn't stay in Yingshan Lake any longer, Grandma Sun would definitely be gone.

Song Huaichen nodded, and then teased Bai Jian again: "Cultivate hard, and when Ah Wan comes, you will be able to protect her."

Bai Jian faltered and wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing to refute. Song Huaichen was so cute that he could kill with one blow. The young man struggled for a long time, and finally said "Yes".

Song Huaichen glanced at him curiously, seeing the young man's face full of embarrassment, he couldn't help laughing: "Okay, let's go to practice."

Huang Yaoshi added: "Zhu Yi has given him a lot of advice, so he should strengthen it."

Bai Jian nodded, and walked towards the backyard, her steps were hurried, as if she was running away.

"Wait," Song Huaichen thought that there was Lu Tingyun behind him, "You should be wronged first, go to the attic to meditate, Lu Tingyun is in the backyard, don't let your two spiritual powers get mixed up again."

Bai Jian didn't feel wronged, so she turned around and went upstairs quickly.

Huang Yaoshi raised his hand to seal the Dao barrier, and said to Song Huaichen in a low voice, "Have you heard about the flower picker?"

Song Huaichen nodded and looked up.

"The girl under Zhu Yi almost fell for it."

Song Huaichen stopped what he was doing, and paused every word: "Zhu Yi is the cultivation base of transforming spirits."

"So, it was almost a trick."

"You mean, that flower picker is also a god?"