Dust roots [comprehension]

After Song Huaichen pulled Lu Tingyun back to the room, he closed the door and reached out to pat the door panel, and pasted back the original form of the restriction he had broken.

Due to the sound of approaching footsteps, Lu Tingyun dared not speak, his eyes flicked back and forth between Song Huaichen and the restraint, his shock was beyond words.

Song Huaichen stretched out his fingers and pressed his lips, made a silent movement, pulled Lu Tingyun back into the depths of the room, and hid himself in the corner between the wardrobe and the bed.

Lu Tingyun took a step forward, sat back at the table, adjusted the position of the chair facing the door, and directed people's eyes to the direction opposite the wardrobe.

The sound of footsteps went from far to near, and from near to far, and disappeared in another direction.

Lu Tingyun's spiritual power was blocked, and the sensitivity of his five senses was also compromised. He waited for Song Huaichen to come out of his hiding place before he dared to speak: "There is more than one person, the footsteps are very orderly."

Song Huaichen heard it more clearly: "It seems to be on patrol."

"There are cells in the basement of the City Lord's Mansion." Lu Tingyun threw Zhancao on the table into the closet, "There are also people patrolling."

Song Huaichen took out the map of Pingyang in his mind that marked the route of the carriage: "Half a stick of incense is enough time to reach the city lord's mansion." Walking around Shijia Lane a few times is more than enough to delay time and confuse sight.

"But the cells in the City Lord's Mansion are arranged like this?" Lu Tingyun gestured around, "If only this one is special, how did the other party do it?"

"We just said that the flower picker is a disciple of the Eighth Sect. How could the Eighth Sect's disciple have the ability to do something like this in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Song Huaichen asked: "Have you ever entered the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion?"

Lu Tingyun's answer was no: "The City Lord's Mansion is not easy to enter, let alone a dungeon."

The aristocratic family also had a dungeon, and even invited disciples of the Eight Sects to visit and give advice, but Lu Tingyun had never seen or heard of any aristocratic family having such a large-scale dungeon.

Lu Tingyun didn't know how to further determine the location, but Song Huaichen said there was a way.

"I have a solution. After you go out, find Di Rongshan with Huang Yaoshi—"

Hearing Di Rongshan's name, Lu Tingyun interrupted Song Huaichen without thinking: "What do you want him for?"

Song Huaichen didn't expect Lu Tingyun's reaction to be so violent, and laughed after a sudden pause: "He's not a bad guy."

Good guy, bad guy.

Only a child's world would use such a simple and clear adjective.

Lu Tingyun felt that Song Huaichen didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and was about to tell him about Di Rongshan, but Song Huaichen made a serious expression first: "Di Rongshan is not simple."

"He said he was going to release the news about the flower pickers and drug addicts, and everyone in Pingyang City would know about it in one night." No matter what, they will be ranked first. Naturally, the aristocratic families in Pingyang City also have rankings, and the Di family ranks at No. In the upper middle, Di Rongshan's displayed strength does not match his family's ranking, "And have you noticed that Di Rongshan pays more attention to the flower pickers than those whose families have women in trouble?" If If you don't pay attention, how can you see the drug ingredients from the seasoning.

At the beginning, Di Rongshan's purpose of approaching Song Huaichen and others was not clear, but when the flower picker appeared, he came to Song Huaichen again with a clear purpose.And Song Huaichen noticed that when he mentioned the flower picker, he said that if he couldn't catch anyone, Pingyang would lose face.

"He cares about Pingyang, which is very surprising for a prodigal son who hangs around in the flowers."

"The various families infiltrate each other, and Di Rongshan has many unknown methods. I don't believe he has no eyeliner. It is not difficult to know where we are. If you are a little bit more troublesome, you will definitely know." Song Huaichen's method is simple and rude , and obviously did not intend to listen to Lu Tingyun's opinion, "I will give you an hour to prepare at most. If the patrol or the flower picker finds me, I can only do it in advance."

"After contacting Di Rongshan, let Huang Yaoshi see what's going on with you."

Song Huaichen raised his hand, palm facing Lu Tingyun, spread his five fingers, and the runes suddenly unfolded, laying a net of light in the air, and the net exploded a bright light, just like when Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun met for the first time, sending the latter away .

In the dim sum shop, Huang Yaoshi sensed the spiritual fluctuations in the backyard and ran to check, only to see a man standing on the flat stone in the center: "Lu Tingyun?"

Lu Tingyun was stunned for a moment before realizing where he was: "Di Rongshan..." He read out the name that Song Huaichen had repeatedly cared for, but what he thought in his mind was that since Song Huaichen could use the magic amulet, why didn't he use it from the beginning, " Where is Di Rongshan?"

"Di Rongshan?" Huang Yaoshi repeated, "How do I know?" He didn't care about Di Rongshan, grabbed Lu Tingyun's wrist and felt his pulse, "Where did you come from? How is this cultivation level?" What's the matter—where is Song Huaichen? He sent you back?" Huang Yaoshi remembered Song Huaichen's best spell.

"What about others?"

Huang Yaoshi released his consciousness to explore the attic, but was knocked back by the restraint: "It's upstairs." He was worried after not seeing anyone, Huang Yaoshi ran up to look, and Lu Tingyun naturally followed.

Although the original plan was to use the attic as a place to store sundries, but because Lu Tingyun occupied the backyard, Bai Jian could only go to the attic if he wanted to practice, Song Huaichen didn't pile up the mess.

"A monk has a sumeru bag, so there is not much space left." He said to Bai Jian.

So through the sealed barrier at the top of the stairs, both Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun saw Song Huaichen sitting on the ground, with his eyes closed, in a state of meditation, the light shone in from the window behind him, coating his whole body with a soft layer halo.

Because of the backlight and through the restraint, Huang Yaoshi Lu Tingyun looked at Song Huaichen with a somewhat blurry feeling, and this just right blurred down the compelling beauty of Song Huaichen's eyebrows and eyes, and highlighted his calm and indifferent temperament.

During Song Huaichen's meditation, the aura in his body did not match his usual performance.

On weekdays, Song Huaichen is stable, but he can also make jokes and jokes, with a kind of worldly noise and fireworks.

But when he closed his eyes and settled down, the mundane flavor that floated on the surface dissipated, and the meaning of floating out of the world suddenly appeared, as if he could ascend to immortality in an instant.

Song Huaichen, whose name is Huaichen, practiced the Art of Slashing Chen, and his temperament has already come out of the dust.

When they met for the first time, Lu Tingyun said that Song Huaichen's name was nice, and after getting acquainted with him, he thought about it carefully, and it had a deep meaning.

Lu Tingyun saw that Song Huaichen was meditating well, and his black hair didn't turn white. He felt relieved a little, and started to do what Song Huaichen told him: "Brother Song asked us to find Di Rongshan."

He told Huang Yaoshi about his analysis with Song Huaichen and what he was going to do next. Huang Yaoshi's expression was dumbfounded: "The Eight Sects have been discussing for so long, isn't it just to control the situation and not let too many people know? It's better for you ——" Huang Yaoshi didn't even bother to comment, "Anyway, we've come to this point, I'm going to find Di Rongshan."

Di Rongshan wanted to get close to Song Huaichen and the others, so he naturally left their contact information.

Huang Yaoshi told him what Song Huaichen meant, and the latter smiled evilly: "It's a good way." Judging by his expression, he really thinks this is a good way.

"It doesn't take an hour, half a stick of incense is enough." Di Rongshan crushed a jade tablet in front of the two, "I also ask you two to protect me."

The three of them were in the dim sum shop, Yunzhi was meditating in the yard, Huang Yaoshi played a magic formula and sealed the room they were in, complying with Di Rongshan's request.

During the short time waiting for Di Rongshan to arrive, Huang Yaoshi had already given Lu Tingyun a bowl of medicine. As the golden core gradually recovered, his five senses became sharper. Before the jade tablet was crushed, he saw a unicorn painted on it. Alien beast.

It's Xiezhi.

This kind of sheep-like animal with a single horn on its head is the totem of Pingyang City Lord's Mansion. Pingyang is under martial law, and it is also called Xiezhi horn.

Xiechi can distinguish right from wrong, and was enshrined in the prison of the punishment department, so ordinary people would not wear Xiezhi patterns, let alone the Pingyang City Lord used it as the totem of the City Lord's Mansion, and the Pingyang family would not abuse it.

The monk's eyesight is good, and Huang Yaoshi also saw the strange beast, and he recognized what it was, so he asked directly, "What's your relationship with City Lord Pingyang?"

Di Rongshan didn't answer, he was pressing a magic formula with flashing light under his finger on the table, his expression focused.

At this moment, the frivolity and dandyism on Di Rongshan faded completely, Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun watched from the side, not daring to disturb him.

The jade token was shattered, and the pieces of jade were floating in the air, each one was shaking.

The air then trembled, and the humming sound shook the pinnae, low and empty, like a Haechi horn sounding from far away.

The buzzing sound in the room seemed to come from all around. It felt like Di Rongshan activated a main magic circle, and countless sub magic circles responded in the distance.

The hum was so faint that it vibrated the eardrums, almost like an auditory hallucination.Lu Tingyun pointed to Huang Yaoshi's ear, Huang Yaoshi nodded and mouthed that he heard it too.

The jade scraps vibrated more violently amidst the buzzing sound, and gradually condensed into the shape of Xiezhi in mid-air.

It wasn't until the totem was painted that Di Rongshan answered Huang Yaoshi's initial question: "What's the relationship between me and the city lord?" He laughed, and brought back the dissolute and aristocratic temperament on his body, "I am the city lord."

Huang Yaoshi and Lu Tingyun didn't speak, Di Rongshan smiled even bigger: "Do you believe it?"

"I didn't lie to you." Di Rongshan continued, "I've arranged it for half a stick of incense."

"Just wait for Song Daoyou to do it."

Song Huaichen waited in the room for an hour, during which time the patrolling footsteps passed by again, no more, no less, at the point of half an hour.

Every half hour.Song Huaichen estimated in his heart that if the patrol time was fixed, he would bump into another patrol when he went out after an hour.

Song Huaichen waited for an hour, got up without any delay, and then opened the door. As expected, he heard footsteps coming from a distance.This time he didn't hide back, but went up to meet her generously, without deliberately lowering the sound of his footsteps.

The sound of footsteps in the distance stopped suddenly, Song Huaichen kept walking, and the sound of each step became very clear.

An expected scolding sound sounded: "Who?!"