Dust roots [comprehension]

Lu Tingyun left the customs [-] days after the Zhenbao Pavilion auction.

It was a clear night, and the evening breeze carried the coolness of late summer and early autumn. Song Huaichen was boiling tea on a small stove, with a chessboard spread out in front of him, and a wooden man sitting opposite him, beside him, Huang Yaoshi was sitting cross-legged under the same eaves.

The Yingbo sword was placed on the roof, the silver light flickered and extinguished, it was Yunzhi who absorbed the moonlight with each breath.

Lu Tingyun passed this level very calmly, there was no abnormal phenomenon in the sky, and the barrier around him was not touched. The man opened his eyes and walked towards Song Huaichen. The plants that had sprouted buds around him did not move at all. , The spiritual power all over his body is integrated with the surrounding environment, as light as a phantom.

Song Huaichen poured the tea, sent the teacup to Lu Tingyun's direction, and sent a smiling face along the way: "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Lu Tingyun took the tea and drank it in one gulp. The tea is spiritual tea with a tangy fragrance. When it slips through the mouthpiece, it turns into spiritual power and disperses into the body. Bring back the real world.

Junxiu Jianxiu dissipated the ethereal meaning, bent his lips, and then said "Long time no see" and said four more words: "I miss you very much."

Song Huaichen filled himself with tea, and asked Lu Tingyun during the gap between the puppet puppet dropping the chess pieces: "What's your idea?"

Lu Tingyun stood outside the corridor, staring at the puppet, and answered Song Huaichen: "Let me have no other thoughts."

The real-life puppet without carved facial features raised its hands to cover its face, Song Huaichen said, "If you stare at it like this, it will feel that you have thoughts about it."

Huang Yaoshi and Yunzhi were in a deep and steady state of concentration, and the man in white had no scruples in speaking.

Lu Tingyun was even more unscrupulous, he directly touched the puppet, pressed its shoulder with his palm, and pressed the spiritual power into the puppet's body bit by bit.

He could feel that the lines of spiritual power in the wooden body, like the meridians of a living person, came from the man on the opposite side of the chessboard.

Lu Tingyun used his own spiritual power to entangle Song Huaichen's spiritual power, and as expected, he saw the face of the opposite person change, showing a smiley expression: "If you are discovered, you really want to be a demon...don't move, I've had a hard time It makes sense."

A line of spiritual power was broken, and the puppet under Lu Tingyun's palm trembled.

Lu Tingyun used his own spiritual power to connect the broken parts, but the spiritual power at both ends broke apart even more.

Song Huaichen sighed, reached out and took Lu Tingyun's paw away from the puppet: "Don't make trouble."

All the complex lines of spiritual power running through the puppet's body were withdrawn, and the channels that flowed out during the production of the puppet were filled with spiritual power again.

The puppet walked into the room stiffly under Song Huaichen's simple and rough manipulation, and stood together with his companions.

Lu Tingyun sat down on the position of the puppet and looked down at the chessboard: "...What are you playing?"

"Gobang."

Lu Tingyun was taught Gobang by Song Huaichen, and the latter picked up the puppet's sunspots and continued to play.

Song Huaichen followed Bai Zi: "Congratulations."

Lu Ting Yun Luo Heizi: "Congratulations?"

"Cultivation is refined."

"I have to thank Brother Song for protecting me, so I can get to where I am today." Lu Tingyun said with emotion.

After sighing, he changed the topic: "Where did you get that sword on the roof?"

"It was auctioned at the Zhenbao Pavilion auction, but you missed it in retreat."

"There is something in that sword." Lu Tingyun raised his head and looked up, his eyes were full of worry.

Song Huaichen stared at the chessboard, took a moment to glance at him: "Oh?"

"Sword spirits are hard to find. Although I have never seen one, I can be sure that the one in this sword is not a sword spirit." Lu Tingyun looked away, thought for a while, and said, "The sword is a good sword, but Brother Song, you want to control it , I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Song Huaichen dropped Baizi: "I won."

He ended the chess game that the opponent didn't care about with three words: "I want to use this sword to find its master."

"I can take out what's in the sword," he said, looking at Lu Tingyun with a teasing smile on his lips, "but I have to ask if you agree."

Lu Tingyun, who had just left the customs, was at a loss: "What do you want me to agree to?"

He saw Song Huaichen took out the small puppet while he was talking, he was taken aback when he saw it clearly, and asked the same question as Huang Yaoshi: "Do you still keep it?"

The tone of his speech was completely different from that of Huang Yaoshi, and there was a little joy in the inconceivable.

Song Huaichen's answer was also the same: "You can't throw it away, can you?"

"There is a ganoderma lucidum in the sword. I want to put her into this puppet. Only after the ganoderma leaves can the sword and its owner be reconnected."

Of course Lu Tingyun wanted to ask: "Who is the owner of the sword? Why are you looking for him?"

Song Huaichen solved two problems with one sentence: "This is my brother's sword."

Song Huaichen asked: "Do you agree?"

Why did Lu Tingyun object?He said, "Agreed."

"It's easy to handle." Song Huaichen injected spiritual power into the puppet, and sawdust fell down. The inside of the puppet was carved with precise lines, which were spells that facilitated the cultivation of the vegetation elves.

He also raised his head. On the roof, Yunzhi was in samadhi, so it is inconvenient to disturb, Song Huaichen put down the puppet, and continued: "The next thing is just a notification, I don't ask you whether you agree or not."

"After 45 days, the Wanwu Hyogo will open, and you will go in with us."

Lu Tingyun knew that Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi were unusual, but he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this sentence, but he thought he was too stupid to be surprised all the time, so he pretended to be calm, nodded and said "OK", and expressed his feelings gratitude.

Song Huaichen looked at him, with a smile on his lips, and the upturned corners of his eyes made the smile full of ridicule, and the man in white had a gleam in his eyes, sly and transparent.

Lu Tingyun felt that his disguise had been seen through, his face burned, and he lowered his head uncomfortably.

The old god Song Huaichen took a sip of tea: "Realist Lu must be full of energy just after leaving the customs, and he doesn't need to rest. Would you like to tell me a story?"

Lu Tingyun wished that he would quickly change the subject: "What do you want to hear, brother Song? I must know everything, and I can talk endlessly."

"Let's talk about one thing."

"Return to one sect?"

"People on the street call it the No. [-] sect in the cultivation world. I want to know, what kind of No. [-] sect is it?"

"The first sect." Lu Tingyun repeated, "Xiaoxuefeng is number one in swordsmanship, the Cangjing Pavilion is number one in eloquence, and Wenyuanfang's Taoism is number one... In terms of specialization, Guiyi sect is not ranked, but if In terms of the number of disciples, the Guiyi sect is indeed the number one sect."

"Your words don't sound right. It sounds like Guiyi Sect accepts second-rate monks who can't enter the specialization sect." Song Huaichen took the chess pieces, and a puppet walked over with the same hands and feet, removed the chessboard, and brought refreshments .

The square white porcelain plate has water ripples on it, and there are pastries wrapped in white and brown on it.

Lu Tingyun twisted a piece, and it was quite weighty: "What is this?"

"Donkey rolling." Song Huaichen motioned Lu Tingyun to have a taste.

Jianxiu, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, doesn't understand why a piece of rice cake has such a strange name: "It tastes good."

The stiff puppet bowed to Lu Tingyun stiffly.

Lu Tingyun looked at Song Huaichen, Song Huaichen smiled proudly: "It did it."

"I admire it." Lu Tingyun swallowed what was in his mouth, and cupped his hands at the puppet, "But what I admire more is the one behind the puppet, I hope the puppet brother doesn't mind."

General Hu, Song Huaichen is not humble, nor is he proud, so he can only talk about the topic: "Continue to talk about the same thing."

"It is true that there are not many specialized talents in Guiyi sect, but not being specialized does not mean second-rate. After all, no one is perfect, and there are not many eccentrics who specialize in one thing." Therefore, it is difficult for those specialized sects to leave to the extreme.

"Everything in life, all dharmas are unified, there is more than one way to cultivate to become an immortal, and the road to cultivation is extremely difficult, so you will inevitably hit a wall. At this time, you may be able to break through and stand up after drilling down. But look at the problem from another angle, maybe Is it easier to break through?"

Lu Tingyun glanced at the little puppet Song Huaichen put on the table: "The way of swordsmanship has encountered a bottleneck, carve a puppet and draw symbols, divert your attention and then turn around, maybe you can see the way to continue."

"Xiaoxuefeng is number one in the way of swordsmanship. He specializes in dry swords. If he can't pass the hurdles, he will retreat to death. Few people will give up the practice of swordsmanship and do something else-because even if they want to draw a little talisman and learn how to refine weapons , There are not many resources in the sect to support them."

"The number one of Guiyizong lies in its inclusiveness." Lu Tingyun spoke with pride, "I dare not say that the secret books of Guiyizong are the best in the world of cultivation, but the classics collected by the sect are absolutely All excellent."

"The road to self-cultivation of Guiyi Sect is wider than that of other sects. Naturally, more people are willing to come to worship in the sect. Among them, there are many talented and brilliant people who are unwilling to go all the way to the dark. The first sect."

Song Huaichen nodded, not intending to continue asking questions, Lu Tingyun asked him: "Why did you suddenly ask about Gui Yizong?"

Song Huaichen said lightly, "Because that's your sect."

Lu Tingyun felt that Song Huaichen would not ask his sect for no reason: "Did something happen to Guiyi Sect?"

"At the Zhenbao Pavilion auction, the eight major sects took away four tokens of the Wanwu Armory. The 28 places must be carefully allocated. The disciples of each sect who came to the auction will still stay in Pingyang City after the auction is over. , to discuss the allocation of places."

Lu Tingyun is no stranger to this process: "Before the tokens were scattered everywhere, each sect would also bring tokens collected from various channels, and go to Pingyang half a month in advance to finalize the list. From time to time, some A disciple competes on the spot to compete for the final spot."

"Different from being invisible at the auction, the competition between the disciples of the eight major sects is allowed to be watched by the whole city." Song Huaichen also went to join in the fun, "A disciple of Guiyi Sect spoke to me and asked about your situation. They refused their visit on the grounds of your retreat."

"They left the address of the inn, saying that if you want to meet them after you leave the customs, you can send someone to tell them, and they will come to visit." Song Huaichen handed the letterhead left by Gui Yizong's disciple to Lu Tingyun, "but I I think they won't have time to visit you now."

Lu Tingyun's hunch was right, something happened to Gui Yizong.

It should be said that the eight major sects have all been involved in troublesome matters.

"You should have heard about the flower-picking bandit before you retreated, right? The eight major sects in Pingyang City have all suffered disaster."

Lu Tingyun: "This flower picker really has a good taste, doesn't he?"