Dust roots [comprehension]

From Lu Tingyun's point of view, Song Huaichen's store opened very casually.

He doesn't yell like other shops, the tricks hanging at the door are not necessarily special, and the finished products are not many, just a few cages.

But this store is actually in business.

In addition to Di Rongshan, who seemed to Lu Tingyun to have an impure purpose, there were actually other customers who came to the door and sighed for those who came late and didn't buy anything.

Lu Tingyun felt incredible: "Brother Song's dim sum is really so delicious?"

"People who are used to delicacies from mountains and seas will occasionally want to eat some porridge and side dishes." Song Huaichen sketched and settled accounts, and he really looked like a shopkeeper. "The things I make... probably taste quite authentic."

There are far more monks who have entered Taoism from ordinary people than monks from aristocratic families. The ordinary atmosphere is engraved at the beginning of their long lives. No matter how many years have passed, they will never forget it.

Sometimes it may be blurred, but when you taste it again, it will bring a sense of familiarity as if the memory has been opened.

What Song Huaichen sells is not dim sum, but feelings.

Lu Tingyun's inconceivableness made Song Huaichen feel unbelievable. Lu Tingyun who belonged to Yizong is a famous person. He heard many stories about Lu Tingyun on the street. Lu Tingyun was not from a family of cultivators.

"Did you have any favorite food when you were a child?"

Lu Tingyun thought for a long time: "Bigudan."

Song Huaichen: "...pretend I never asked."

Song Huaichen only does one wave of business during the day, and the rest of the time is spent practicing operating puppets.

Both Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun could see that he was practicing the control of spiritual power.It is extremely difficult for a fake baby to survive and become a real baby. It is much more difficult than reshaping the golden core. Song Huaichen's cultivation base will stay here for a long time, and the realm cannot be improved. He can only win by cleverness and strengthen himself against The control of spiritual power is to refine one's cultivation from another angle, and it is a helpless move.

Song Huaichen never complained about his fake baby, but he obviously cared about it in action.

It is rare for a monk to cheer up so naturally and quickly after failing to advance to the rank, and to find a solution peacefully and practically. Lu Tingyun looked at it with admiration, but felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. He remembered the day when Song Huaichen failed to conceive a baby. Silently depressed on himself, he felt that Song Huaichen's inner resentment hadn't been vented yet, and he was afraid that the emotion would ferment if it was hidden, and it would be difficult to deal with it when it exploded.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, Lu Tingyun didn't dare to disturb Song Huaichen who was manipulating the filaments of spiritual power.

The cyan light net spans across the cramped and dark kitchen, and there are magic circles one after another. It is astonishingly complicated and truly spectacular. It refracts silvery white light under the sunlight outside the window, which is very dazzling, like The galaxy in the night, and the occasional twinkling of stars, can make the mortals on the ground remember for a long time.

Huang Yaoshi was walking around the streets carrying a cloth banner as his doctor, but he disappeared after breakfast. Bai Jian was entrusted to Zhu Yi, and the women who pulled up the team of Yue women were very good at taking care of children. The son was especially caring, Song Huaichen promised her a place in the Ten Thousand Military Warfare, in exchange for her to teach Bai Jian how to breathe and breathe.

Huashen teaches Qi training, and the progress of the latter can be said to be rapid. His own cultivation base has improved, and his understanding of the way of swords has become more transparent.Lu Tingyun didn't forget about this apprentice when he left the customs, he followed the address to find him, and pointed out two tricks for him to continue thinking.

Song Huaichen tossed a puppet during the day, and changed and changed the small formations on the spiritual power filaments. The meticulous operation made his head swell and ache. After withdrawing the spiritual power, the man raised his hands and rubbed his temples on both sides, thinking to get rid of it. Suffocated, got rid of the demons, and made a headache on my own, it is really tiring.

Song Huaichen rubbed his temples and looked inside, the killing thunder was still there, and the inner demon locked in the cage had no possibility of escape for a while.

Hearing footsteps, Song Huaichen immediately put down his hands rubbing his temples, and it was Lu Tingyun who came.

Song Huaichen looked at the sky: "Let's go?"

Lu Tingyun, who came back from Yue Nu, came to remind Song Huaichen that it was time to leave: "Let's go."

No one suggested to take Di Rongshan with him.

The inn where the Sutra Pavilion lives is called "Qiancha Road". It uses Buddhist Zen language. residence.

"Qiancha Road" is located in the busy city of Pingyang where there are a lot of inns. The disciples of the eight major sects live in different inns, but the distance is relatively close. There is also a flower-picking thief, and they communicate more with each other. Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun walked all the way and saw Many monks wearing the uniforms of disciples of various factions.

Many of them also knew Lu Tingyun, and came to say hello in twos and threes.

Some congratulated Lu Tingyun on his cultivation, some cared about Lu Tingyun's body, some probed into his rift with Gui Yizong's head, and some even directly mocked him as a loser.

When being bullied by words, it is much more powerful for others to speak than to refute yourself.

"It has not been expelled, it has not violated the rules of the family. When the word "sorrowful dog" is spoken, it really sounds like a dog barking." Song Huaichen couldn't take it anymore, and slapped his hands in front of his nose, as if he smelled something bad, contemptuously The provocative attitude was even more provocative than the other party, "It's better to find a place to drink tea than to waste time with people who can't speak such words."

Although you can block some things by yourself, you will undoubtedly be happier when you find someone standing by your side. Lu Tingyun smiled directly: "Brother Song, you really like drinking tea. When spring comes next year, I will get you a few catties. Here comes the spirit tea."

Song Huaichen hooked the corner of his mouth, and a magic circle blocked the mouths of those who still wanted to shout: "I'll wait."

He didn't know whether he was answering Lu Tingyun, or provoking someone who called Lu Tingyun a loser.

Fighting is strictly prohibited in Pingyang City, there are flower pickers, and the city guards patrol more strictly. The person who was silenced was furious, but his companions firmly held him down and prevented him from doing anything.

Lu Tingyun, who has been to Pingyang many times, brought Song Huaichen into a tea house. After sitting down in the private room, he opened the window and pointed to a building not far away: "That is 'Thousands of Differences'."

All the windows of the "Qianchalu" inn were open, and with the eyesight of a monk, he could clearly see the monks who closed their eyes and meditated behind the windows.

"Brother Song, look at the third window from the top. Behind it is Fa Ming, the preaching monk in the Sutra Pavilion. He is probably the target of the flower pickers."

Song Huaichen counted the windows and looked over. It was a monk wearing a moon-white cassock. From Song Huaichen's angle, he could see his side face. The sky was full, the bridge of the nose was straight, the complexion was fair, and the lip color was very light. When he closed his eyes and practiced, It has a calm temperament.

Fa Ming had not yet received a scar on his head, and there was a black mole at the corner of his eye, which made his facial features more delicate.Song Huaichen withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "It's disrespectful to say that this master looks like a girl."

"All living beings are equal, Fa Ming probably won't care about his appearance." Lu Tingyun nodded his head when he said this.

Song Huaichen looked at him holding back a smile, and teased, "Fa Mingmei is beautiful. For me, I prefer fellow Daoist Lu."

Lu Tingyun was not shy in the slightest, and made an inch of it: "Oh? What am I like?"

"positive."

"This sounds really perfunctory... It seems that Brother Song thinks that I can't see clearly."

"Too pretty for what?" Song Huaichen raised his teacup, "Beautiful enough to make others feel ashamed, who would dare to like it?"

Lu Tingyun made a bitter face: "Hey, in this way, compared with Brother Song, I am quite ashamed."

Song Huaichen almost laughed out loud: "No matter how much you beat around the bush, I won't praise you for being beautiful. You saw me when I was filthy, and you were also filthy at that time. What are you ashamed of?"

"I'm ashamed that I look at Brother Song every day, but I can't even say something to praise you for being beautiful."

Lu Tingyun's words were almost exposed. Song Huaichen was in a strange mood, but he didn't find it annoying: "You said it."

When he possessed the little puppet, he was in the dim room of the Hushecheng Inn.

Lu Tingyun also remembered, and the thoughts of bickering with Song Huaichen were dispelled for a while: "Skin surface is the most superficial. Brother Song is a life-saving grace to me."

Song Huaichen thought about the initial temptation of you coming and going, and sighed in his heart: "Well, you have already reported it, and I walked out of Yingshan Lake." He intentionally enlivened the atmosphere, and brought the topic back, "All living beings are equal... I haven't realized this yet. , if you really praise me for being good-looking like a girl, I will be angry."

Before Lu Tingyun could say anything else, there was a knock on the box door: "Senior brother Lu? I'm Huiyue."

Song Huaichen thought the voice was familiar: "That pretty girl who gave you letterhead."

Lu Tingyun sensed the danger of one-sidedness from the words "beautiful girl", and hastily explained: "It's the junior sister on Duyao Peak. She is introverted and doesn't dare to talk to others, so she uses letterhead."

Song Huaichen was noncommittal and shouted "Please come in".

Huiyue is a petite girl with a round face and round eyes. She has a cute appearance. She has seen Song Huaichen once, and knows who called the "please come in". ..."

After she yelled, she didn't know how to respond, her face turned red, she really didn't know how to communicate with people.

Song Huaichen avoided going out decisively, thinking of watching a good show: "You guys talk."

As soon as he went out, he saw Di Rongshan at the corner, and the other party shook the flagon at him: "How do you feel, do you need a drink?"

Song Huaichen: "You are here, is it a coincidence or intentional?"

"Deliberately." The other party was very honest, not afraid to admit it at all, "I saw you coming in here, and I happened to meet Miss Huiyue who heard the news of Lu Tingyun's appearance and came to find someone, so I brought her here."

"It's getting late, it's not safe for a girl like Huiyue to walk in this city where flower pickers are infested."