Dust roots [comprehension]

"The wind blows from inside the room." Lu Tingyun told Song Huaichen.

This is why he hesitated, the flower picker might really be a cultivator within the Eight Sects: "Master Fang is not from Xiong Erfeng after all, I have been away from the sect for more than a year, and I don't know the relationship between Xiaodanfeng and them." How, it is inconvenient to participate in their discussion." Lu Tingyun didn't dare to believe all Huiyue's words, even though he knew that Huiyue's personality was unlikely to tell lies.

It was inconvenient for Lu Tingyun to participate in the discussion of Ba Zong, but he couldn't open his mouth to say that he would leave first. After all, in his current situation, being able to sit in the private room was already a sign of Ba Zong's goodwill towards him. Offend people when good intentions are released.

Unable to walk and unable to speak, no one paid any attention to him when he was sitting, Lu Tingyun simply took out the sword formula Song Huaichen gave him, flipped through it and thought about it.

"They were discussing intensely, and they were all focused on each other." So they didn't notice the subtle changes in the airflow in the room at all.

Lu Tingyun was looking at the sword formulas, the sword formulas were written on the pages, the pages were thick, it was impossible to be blown by the breeze like the pages of a book.But very coincidentally, when the wind blows, Lu Tingyun is not looking at the content, but at Song Huaichen's words. He slightly turns the angle of the album to see the changing reflection of the ink under the light. It is a very subtle change, so Lu Tingyun noticed that the rice paper fluff was shaking abnormally on the fluffed edge of the album.

When he realized something was wrong, Lu Tingyun immediately held his breath, and then turned his gaze to the round table - the medicine powder was spread out carelessly.

Before he had time to remind, the wind had already blown the powder up.

The monks who had a very heated discussion were immediately hit and fell down on the table in an instant.

The person standing behind them didn't realize what was going on at all, and leaned forward to check the situation of the teacher, and fell down in an instant.

Everyone in the room fell down, and Lu Tingyun fell down with him, closing his eyes and pretending to be dizzy—at that time, Lu Tingyun couldn't tell whether his behavior should be called wise or stupid.

He was sitting on the edge, and was the last one to fall. The cooperation of the two "most" was reasonable. Almost at the same time when Lu Tingyun let go of the booklet, he heard the sound of the window being opened.

The noise from the street poured into the quiet private room like water, and was soon locked outside.

The sound of the footsteps of the person coming was very slight - in order to eliminate the sound of footsteps, he barely left the ground with his feet, and was walking along the ground - but Lu Tingyun listened intently, and could still judge the trajectory of his walking.

When that person came to his side, Lu Tingyun suddenly opened his eyes, intending to draw his sword to attack.

Sword cultivators in the Golden Core stage move very fast, if they don't stop when they are gaining momentum, it is basically impossible to stop this move in the middle.

"If your sword went out, I couldn't have missed it." Song Huaichen couldn't find any traces of the battle in the private room.

Lu Tingyun smiled wryly: "I couldn't even pull out the sword."

The time for a monk to breathe is limited, Lu Tingyun must go all out if he wants to succeed in one blow, but when he mobilized his spiritual power, he found that not only his spiritual power, but also his hands and feet could not be controlled.He clearly wanted to draw the sword, but he swung his hand out violently like a spasm, and with a sound of stabbing, he tore the leaflet of the sword formula that fell by his hand.

"In the private room, I'm afraid it's not just drugs. I suspect that someone who came in from outside brought a new kind of drug." Lu Tingyun's voice lowered, "Whether it's made of drugs used as condiments , still concocted such an unpredictable potion, the flower picker is definitely a master of medicine. This is not the scariest thing—”

"The thing that scares me the most is that I hear footsteps, but when I open my eyes, I don't see anyone."

Lu Tingyun said surprisingly: "I walked out of the restaurant by myself, and then got into a carriage parked outside."

There are many aristocratic families in Pingyang City, and many of them like to use horse-drawn carriages.

Song Huaichen carefully recalled the carriages he saw in the teahouse that day, there were too many, and quite a few came out of the restaurant where Lu Tingyun was.

"Let's not care about this." Puzzled and put it aside in advance, "What's the matter with your waist card? And Chi Gu from Jingu Garden, have you seen him?"

"Chi Gu is also in the carriage, unconscious." Lu Tingyun replied, "As for the badge...I'll throw Chi Gu's out first."

Lu Tingyun kept trying to control his limbs, and after driving in the carriage for a while, he finally regained the feeling of his fingers.

All the carriages in Pingyang have no driver, and the one that Lu Tingyun is in is no exception.

The invisible people really made his hair stand on end, he threw Chi Gu's waist plate from under the curtain of the car, in order to see if there was anyone in the driver's seat.The jade pendant slid out against the car board without encountering any obstacles, and Lu Tingyun heard the sound of the jade pendant falling to the ground.

"Although my fingers can move, my body is still numb. I can't run, so I can only hope that others will save me."

When he was sure that there was really no one outside, Lu Tingyun was stunned for a moment, the invisible people were too weird.But at the same time that he felt strange, he was not afraid of death and became curious, wanting to see who this flower picker was.Lu Tingyun believed that when they arrived at their destination, the flower pickers would definitely show up.

With convulsive fingers, he pinched the piece of paper torn from the album and carried it all the way into the carriage. Lu Tingyun glued the piece of paper to his waist card, and then threw it out.

Huang Yaoshi guessed right, Lu Tingyun did this to make Song Huaichen remember the little puppet and their wonderful contact method.

What Song Huaichen thought was unreliable: "What if I didn't find your badge? What if someone else took your badge? If I found the badge but didn't realize what you were referring to— I really didn't understand your esoteric hint!"

Lu Tingyun blocked Song Huaichen's censure that was about to come out with a light sentence: "Aren't you here now?"

Lu Tingyun is not only betting on the tacit understanding between them, but also betting on luck.

"I'm here, but where is this place?" Song Huaichen didn't hear what he most wanted to hear, "I don't care at all whether the flower picker is a member of the Eight Sects, I just want to catch him quickly so that we can go smoothly." Go to Fuyang Mountain smoothly."

"Where did you find my waist card?" Lu Tingyun asked Song Huaichen while pinching his meridians to check the condition of his meridians.

"Shijia Lane."

"The place we are now is half a stick away from the place where I threw the waist card." Lu Tingyun in the carriage couldn't see the outside scene, but tried to determine his position through another way, and this kind of method, there must be another person involved.

Song Huaichen said "Got it", and calculated the distance that the half-pillared chariot could travel.The straight, complex and intertwined roads of Pingyang City laid out a large net in his mind. Starting from the Shijia Lane where the waist plate is located, the carriages turned to one, and then turned into two carriages traveling in both directions. When they encountered a fork , and then divided into several vehicles traveling in different directions.

More and more carriages were driving at a constant speed, and they drew bright, undying tracks, drawing a bright track on the dark road of Pingyang City.

Then, those positions that may be Lu Tingyun's hiding place are lit up one by one, like drawn spells that bury holes in the joints one by one.

"The scope is very large." Song Huaichen truthfully fed back the results of his thinking to Lu Tingyun, and withdrew his hand on the opponent's pulse gate, "I don't see any problem with your spiritual power," this is beyond his power Domain, "It would be great if Huang Yaoshi was here."

"I can't narrow down the scope." Lu Tingyun said that he had no choice, "but it's not impossible."

Song Huaichen waited for him to continue.

"You can use force to break in." Lu Tingyun said to him, "The flower picker is likely to be a disciple of the Eighth Sect, and it is impossible for the eighth sect monks to stay outside for a long time. Now this period is too sensitive."

"What if he happens to be there?" Song Huaichen asked back, "Cultivators who tamper with in the private room have to show their faces in the Eight Sects. What about the one who can't see?"

"I'm a fan of the authorities. I can't see it, but it doesn't mean you can't see it. And... If the invisible person is really there, it doesn't make sense that you have been here for so long, and the other party has no response."

Song Huaichen said: "It makes sense." He clasped his hands with ten fingers interlaced, moved his wrists, his limbs felt vivid and clear, and there was no numbness that was about to disappear and return to the body.

"Have you ever tried to escape?" Song Huaichen asked Lu Tingyun.

Lu Tingyun replied: "No, I'm well-behaved, waiting for Brother Song to save me."

"Good idea." Song Huaichen rolled his eyes at him, "Run away by yourself, I, a guy who doesn't know whether it's a ghost cultivator, a demon cultivator or a human cultivator, can only protect you at best."

Lu Tingyun smiled: "Okay, okay, listen to you."

Holding the puppet in his arms, he stood up in a faltering footsteps, walked to the door and opened it, stretched out his hand to probe outside, and a restriction lit up.

Song Huaichen, who was one step behind Lu Tingyun, raised his hand and split the restriction: "Small restrictions that can't be judged on the grade can only be closed to people with no cultivation." Song Huaichen's tone did not have the slightest contempt.

Lu Tingyun said it directly: "We have no way of judging his cultivation."

As he spoke, he walked out, and there was a long corridor outside the room, one side of the wall was embedded with luminous pearl lighting, and the other side was a series of doors: "We are underground."

Song Huaichen: "It's not good news."

Every door was sealed with restrictions, Song Huaichen looked over one by one: "These restrictions... are different from the ones that shut you down."

Song Huaichen didn't even touch the restrictions on the doors, he stretched out his hand and walked along the restriction runes: "These restrictions are linked together, if one is moved, the others will also be touched. Only the room you were in was not strung in."

Lu Tingyun's room was not the first one at the top, it was obviously chosen specially.

"Although I really want to know why your room is not in there," Song Huaichen tilted his head slightly, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, and pulled Lu Tingyun back - looking down the corridor, there was nowhere to hide, "but I'd rather know where there are so many rooms underground."