Dust roots [comprehension]

"Did they invite us to watch the play?" Huang Yaoshi once again transmitted his voice to Song Huaichen, listening to the tone of the play, he watched it with gusto.

Song Huaichen: "If you think it looks good, keep watching."

Guiyizong and Tayuelou met on the road politely, monk surnamed Tan pointed at Medicine Master Valley when he opened his mouth, and the closeness and distance between the eight sects were clearly shown.

Huang Yaoshi continued to transmit voice: "Do you think it looks good?"

Those conflicts that are too obvious are naturally not good-looking.

"Since we are sitting here now, why not watch a harmless play? If it comes, it will be safe." There are rumors in the streets and alleys, but hearing it is worse than seeing it. A few casual cultivators are lucky enough to see such a scene. scene?

Song Huaichen thought, it was thanks to Lu Tingyun.

The monk surnamed Tan snorted and refused to step down the steps of the Golden Valley Garden at all.

The female cultivator of Tayuelou smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, Daoist Ding, it's not like you don't know Tan Daoyou's temper, so don't take it to heart."

"A real person, a fellow Taoist, the closeness is obvious." Huang Yaoshi commented with relish, and kept sending voice transmissions to Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen thought he was annoying: "Be quiet when you watch the show. You comment on each one, and everyone has ulterior motives when they talk."

Huang Yaoshi smiled: "Isn't that so?" He further asked, "Isn't the sect on Heting Wang like this?"

Song Huaichen glanced at Huang Yaoshi: "It seems that Huang Yaoshi has a deep understanding."

Huang Yaoshi smiled wryly: "There is only one sect on Abbot Mountain, but there are many sects in the sect, and every meeting is filled with gunpowder."

Tayuelou came forward to ease the situation, but the monk surnamed Tan didn't speak any more. Elder Jinguyuan's face was worried, and he planned to reveal this conversation, but Daoyi, who was standing behind him, took a step forward: "If Xiaoxuefeng Zhenjun Tan doesn't believe it, I'm going to You can try the medicine now."

With twists and turns in the plot, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Song Huaichen again: "Is he really stupid, or did he do it on purpose?"

"Zhenjun, he is Yuanying." Song Huaichen answered the wrong question, he searched out of the corner of his eye for monks who wore clothes similar to Tan's, all of them were big men with thick muscles, "The monks on Xiaoxue Peak are all so... burly ?”

Huang Yaoshi: "The people on Xiong'er Peak all look like bear's ears?"

Song Huaichen was speechless.

Daoyi's sudden utterance brought the scene to a stalemate again, and the Tayuelou nun smiled faintly, no longer being a nice person.

Fang Jianbai waited for a few breaths, seeing that there was no sign of easing up, so he could only use the most straightforward way to make a relief: "Everyone is a member of the Eight Sects, why bother..."

Before he finished speaking, Dao used his spiritual force to draw a white powder into his mouth, swallowed it with a movement of his throat, rolled his eyes in an instant, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Huang Yaoshi jumped up from his chair, rushed forward, and probed for Dao Yi's pulse.

Huang Yaoshi didn't need to speak, the people present were all higher than Dao Yi, and they all knew that he was really dizzy.

"Reckless!" The elder of Jinguyuan scolded angrily, pushed away the chair, and leaned over to see the situation of his disciple, "His brother just inhaled some powder by mistake, and he still hasn't woken up yet. This child swallowed so much at once, don't What happened!"

The monk surnamed Tan obviously didn't expect such a move from Daoyi, and said angrily: "No one forced him!"

Elder Jinguyuan scolded back in a volume not inferior to his: "You are so close to pointing at us and scolding us, how dare you say you are innocent?"

Brother Tan from Xiaoxuefeng sneered: "Ha, did I mention Golden Valley Garden in one word?"

Pharmacist Gu couldn't sit still anymore, and let go of the coercion to run over him: "Tan Shunyu!"

A calm voice suddenly interjected into the gunpowder-smelling cursing.

Song Huaichen called out "Huang Yaoshi".

Huang Yaoshi looked back at him, and Song Huaichen stood up, as if planning to leave: "Since the matter of drug addiction has been resolved, it's time for us to leave, right?"

Huang Yaoshi looked around, clapped his hands and stood up: "Don't worry, Reverend Ding, your disciple is not in danger of life, and he will wake up after sleeping for a few days at most."

"I'm not talented, I've dealt with too many medicines, and I've barely managed to understand the medicine." Huang Yaoshi put the medicine bottle on the table, "Please ask Pharmacist Gu to test it, I won't test medicines in public."

He bowed his hands to the eight monks with different expressions: "Let me take my leave first."

Song Huaichen also cupped his hands and walked out, but no one kept them.

After leaving the restaurant where Bazong gathered, Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi entered the tea shop at the corner of the road and asked for a seat by the window.

The shop waiter made tea and served, Song Huaichen set up the chessboard, Huang Yaoshi made a move, and the two began to play backgammon.

The window is facing the avenue, and the eight cultivators can see it as soon as they leave the restaurant.

The two of them are naturally waiting for Lu Tingyun here.

After drinking the tea, several rounds of chess were played, but no one came out from the restaurant door for a long time.

Huang Yaoshi wondered: "What can they discuss for so long? Considering the tense atmosphere when we left, it should have been over long ago."

Song Huaichen also felt strange: "It's almost time for a stick of incense."

Even if the eight cases were not finished, Lu Tingyun should come out, after all, his status is embarrassing now, and he is not the character who will force himself to sit and listen.

Huang Yaoshi felt the same way, and before Song Huaichen could express his thoughts, he said, "Lu Tingyun doesn't seem like someone who would foolishly wait for them to finish their conversation...he hasn't come out yet, can he leave?"

Why can't I go?

Huang Yaoshi thought for a while, and came to a not-so-good conclusion: "If we leave like this, Ba Zong will definitely lose face, and Ba Zong can't scold us. Will he be pointing fingers at Lu Tingyun and scolding Huai Huai?"

Song Huaichen picked up the teacup and took a sip: "For example?"

"For example, asking him that he only made friends and didn't understand the rules at all."

"Should we question his character next? After all, like attracts like." Song Huaichen guessed according to Huang Yaoshi's train of thought, "Gui Yizong is sitting in the chair, so there must not be many people who will be sincerely convinced. After they questioned Lu Tingyun's character, It will start to question the teachings of Guiyizong. Then, it will be another big drama. If it really develops as we imagined, it may not be a bad thing for Lu Tingyun."

Huang Yaoshi: "Oh? How do you say that?"

"I have heard quite a few people confess their love to Lu Tingyun so far. Many people in the Guiyi School hope that Lu Tingyun will go back, and are willing to mediate for him with the head of the sect. He himself really can't let go of his fellow sect."

"Didn't he say that Nascent Soul would not return to the sect?" Huang Yaoshi asked, and Song Huaichen didn't need to answer. In that case, Lu Tingyun's words could be understood as angry words.

"So are we going to part ways with him now?" Huang Yaoshi continued to ask, "Where's Wanwu Hyogo? We even reserved a spot for him."

Huang Yaoshi smacked his lips: "I think, even if we give him a parting gift, we should let him enter the Wanwu Arsenal with us."

Without the quota of the Eight Sects, Lu Tingyun can still enter the Wanwu Arsenal, which shows that he has an adventure and good luck.

Luck is extremely important to monks.

"And it's good for us, too."

Huang Yaoshi and Song Huaichen came to the mortal world with a purpose. In order to achieve their purpose, they must have more and more reliable ways to obtain news. Although there are many news in the streets and alleys, they are not reliable enough. The truly reliable source of news is Cultivation of the bulk.

They brought Lu Tingyun into the Wanwu Arsenal, which was equivalent to showing their strength to the Eight Sects.

With strength, you have the confidence to speak, and with strength and confidence, you can get news.

"But everything is our guess." Huang Yaoshi said a while, but said himself listlessly, "We can't go back and see what they are talking about."

Song Huaichen smiled: "As long as Huang Yaoshi is willing to help, we will know what the people inside are doing."

Huang Yaoshi: "What help?"

"Do you still remember the little puppet I made at Yingshan Lake?" Song Huaichen took out the talisman paper from his sleeve, "The eight cultivators in the restaurant have the highest cultivation level but Yuanying, Huang Yaoshi, you will never be discovered if you take action .”

Huang Yaoshi took the talisman paper: "It's the same as controlling a puppet?"

"Yes."

Huang Yaoshi poured spiritual power into the talisman paper according to the method, and the lines on the paper were dyed golden by his spiritual power, peeled off the paper one by one, slightly changed shape, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Then it really flapped its wings and flew up. Huang Yaoshi looked at it with a surprised expression, and made a trick with his fingers according to the method of controlling a puppet. A picture was projected on the table, and the golden butterfly became transparent. disappeared from view.

Following the spiritual power, Huang Yaoshi could really feel the existence of the spell, but Song Huaichen, who was a fake baby, couldn't feel anything.

Song Huaichen told Huang Yaoshi that there was no problem, no one would notice, with a smile on his face, watching the pictures on the table change rapidly, but his heart sank.

He was willing to exchange his cultivation for news in Wuxiang Temple, but when he realized the gap between himself and Huang Yaoshi—the gap between not advancing but retreating—he regretted it.

"Here we are." The rapidly changing scene slowed down, approaching the private room where the eight cases were discussed, Huang Yaoshi became cautious and slowed down his movements.

The doors and windows of the private room are closed, but the charm can naturally crawl in through the gap.Delicate operations take time, and the picture projected on the table was temporarily covered by the wooden door frame, and it became pitch black.

Huang Yaoshi felt strange: "Why can't I hear the sound?"

Song Huaichen didn't have the spell in his hand, so he could only look at it: "You can't pinch your hands correctly." But already in the private room, Song Huaichen didn't dare to correct Huang Yaoshi's gestures.

"It's okay if you can't hear, as long as you see..." As long as you see the status of the monks in the private room, you can know what they are talking about.

Song Huaichen couldn't finish his sentence at all.

At the moment when the talisman completely entered the private room and projected a picture, Huang Yaoshi was so startled that his hands trembled, and he lost control instantly.

Song Huaichen grabbed it, caught the thread of spiritual power that was about to dissipate in mid-air, and caught it with his own spiritual power.

The cyan light flashed past, dragging out an extremely long and extremely short trajectory in the air.

In order to catch the rapidly dissipating golden spiritual thread, the cyan aura wove one after another small formations to speed up its own speed and slow down the disappearance of the golden aura.

Those blooming magic circles suddenly lit up like stars, and disappeared in an instant with the inherent concealment of the spell.

Huang Yaoshi was stunned by this superb fine control, but he had no intention of admiring Song Huaichen's fine control of spiritual power, because the scene in the private room was completely displayed.