Dust roots [comprehension]

Lu Tingyun completely described the conversation he heard to Song Huaichen. Song Huaichen thought for a while: "The monk's promotion is a sense of the way of heaven, what you heard should not be hallucinations, maybe—"

Song Huaichen thought of his own experience and interrupted the conversation.

Although those seemingly unreal scenes are not disturbing, they make people care.Mo Xun's words clearly told Song Huaichen that those scenes were his own memories, so could what Lu Tingyun saw and heard also happened in his previous life?

Song Huaichen picked up the conversation, and smiled at Lu Tingyun: "Maybe you are a god who has gone down to earth for many calamities."

Lu Tingyun only thought he was joking, smiled and lowered his head to read the book.

Song Huaichen couldn't express the doubt in his heart, so he stared at Lu Tingyun for a while, and then began to read the book in his hand.

While Song Huaichen looked away, Lu Tingyun raised his eyes and looked over. Song Huaichen felt his attention change, turned his eyes away, met his eyes, and responded with a questioning look.

Lu Tingyun smiled: "What were you staring at me just now?"

Song Huaichen: "You look good."

Lu Tingyun shook his head: "You're not telling the truth." This is turning what Song Huaichen said to him to Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen thought for a while, and said in a very formal tone, "You still have one question that you haven't answered."

Lu Tingyun also thought about it, but couldn't figure it out: "What's the problem?"

Song Huaichen reminded him: "During the interrogation, Di Rongshan asked you a question."

Lu Tingyun recalled: "He asked me who I like, do I need to answer this?"

Song Huaichen shook his head: "It's not this, it's the previous question."

The one ahead?

Lu Tingyun recalled it carefully.

Di Rongshan asked him if he was Yuanyang.

Lu Tingyun: "..." He really didn't know what expression to make, "Do you care about this?"

Song Huaichen: "I'm just curious." This is the truth.Lu Tingyun refused to say, he became even more curious, "Sword practice is not a child's skill, it doesn't seem to matter if you break Yuanyang?"

Lu Tingyun was very abrupt, and nodded vigorously, Song Huaichen almost laughed, he squatted down and faced Lu Tingyun, stared carefully, as if he really found a little shy blush from Lu Tingyun's uncomfortable face.

"Why didn't I realize that you are so cute before, and you are so shy?" Song Huaichen laughed directly, "What's so embarrassing?"

Lu Tingyun joined the sect to practice when he was still a little doll who didn't understand human affairs. When he understood these things, his cultivation had already achieved results. When faced with all kinds of overtures and his own ignorant longing, he couldn't help He has been able to keep the Lingtai clear and restrain the impulse at that moment, so he has not broken Yuanyang so far.

However, it is precisely because Yuanyang has not been broken that Lu Tingyun can still say "I don't understand human affairs". How could he not be ashamed to be asked such a question face to face?

Lu Tingyun became angry from embarrassment: "Then what about you, are you?"

Song Huaichen nodded generously, not forgetting to tease Lu Tingyun: "Unfortunately, I am too. I can't give you any guidance."

Lu Tingyun believed his words, but wanted to seize the opportunity to ask a few more questions: "Song Huaichen is a master of cultivation and unparalleled in style, so it's impossible that no one is courteous?"

"Of course there is." Song Huaichen simply sat down cross-legged, "But I'm not in the mood to care about it."

Song Huaichen's words were not a conventional answer. Lu Tingyun was stunned for a moment, and then heard him continue, "I have never been able to settle down from Wuxiang Hall to Xiaodan Peak and here. How can you think... To put it bluntly, it is lust."

Lu Tingyun: "...It sounds really pitiful." He hesitated for a while, but didn't ask what kind of organization Wuxiang Hall is, and where is Xiaodanfeng.

Song Huaichen had a cheeky face: "Isn't it?"

"So, are you settled now?"

The question turned the gag conversation on its head.

Song Huaichen glanced at Lu Tingyun, his expression was much lighter than before.He broke away from the playful mood and thought seriously.

The white-haired Song Huaichen put away the outside jumping, corrected his expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, showing the bones of a fairy, he asked Lu Tingyun: "What do you think?"

Lu Tingyun sat up straight and tapped Song Huaichen's shoulder with his sword: "Do you think I will let you go?"

Song Huaichen held the scabbard with two fingers: "Speaking of which, what's the name of your natal sword?"

Lu Tingyun retracted the sword, pushed it with his thumb, and exerted a skillful force on his wrist, the sword came out of its sheath two inches, revealing the inscription on the sword: "Hongzhong."

"Very domineering name." Song Huaichen tilted his head slightly, avoiding the sharp light from the back of the sword, "I don't seem to have seen you take out the sword well."

Fighting doesn't count, feeding moves don't count, moves with greatly reduced power when seriously injured barely count, Yingshan Lake's sword that breaks through the cave can count.

That way, you can count them on one hand.

Lu Tingyun thought about it, and felt uncomfortable: "I haven't sharpened my sword seriously since I was infected by the Gu." Now that he has detoxified the poison, and his cultivation has improved, "When you enter the Wanwu Arsenal, I will let you take care of it." Look at my sword."

He said that because he was determined to accompany Song Huaichen to read books here, and he didn't go anywhere.

The monks can endure loneliness, and the guardians of Wuxiang Temple can endure loneliness even more. The records of weights and measures are diary-style journals, and everything is written down in detail. It seems very boring. Lu Tingyun soon lost his patience and turned to And to help Song Huaichen, return the book he finished reading.

No matter how boring the book is, Song Huaichen can still read it. In the long-term records, there is the shadow of Wuxiang Temple, and the quiet reading process makes him seem to have returned to the years in Wuxiang Temple. His whole temperament has become more and more quiet. .

Lu Tingyun doesn't read books, but people. He looks at Song Huaichen's calm and focused side face, and in a trance, he feels the eternal satisfaction of the years. The sun rises and the moon sets, and after a long time, Lu Tingyun has the illusion that he has experienced this kind of time a long time ago. The illusion gave him a sense of drunken intoxication.

Both Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun thought that they would not leave Zangshu Pavilion until the moment they set off for Wanwu Arsenal.

However, Huang Yaoshi sent a message halfway: "Daoyi has been abolished and is about to be escorted to the mortal world. Shall we go and have a look?"

What are you looking at?

See how miserable this flower picker who put his mind on Lu Tingyun's head is now?

Song Huaichen is not so free yet.

But I still have to go and see, after all, Daoyi's exposure has his "credit".

"Go?" He turned his head and asked Lu Tingyun.

Lu Tingyun returned the last book to its place: "Go."

Sending the monks who have been abolished to the mortal world is to directly open the enchantment in the corner of the prison department of the city lord's mansion, and send them away with a flying magic weapon, and do not leave from the Pingyang city gate. A little decent.

The execution of Dao Yi and Chi Gu was carried out at the same time, Dao Yi's meridians were all crushed, and when several armored soldiers put him on the flying boat, Chi Gu's whipping was not over yet.

The execution places were separated by walls, and the sound of executions and screams could be heard clearly when standing in the square—naturally, Dao Yi and Chi Gu were not the only ones who were punished.

Dao Yi was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and his five senses, which had become dull due to the disappearance of his cultivation base, couldn't tell which whip was hitting Chi Gu, nor could he tell whether there was Chi Gu in the scream. a copy of

He vaguely heard the armored patrolling soldiers handing over tasks by his ears, the magic weapon under his feet buzzed and vibrated, his vision was raised, and a magnificent corner of the magic circle of the city lord's mansion unfolded, opening a gap like a flower pistil.

The magic weapon rose into the sky and traveled thousands of miles in an instant. The magnificent scene overlooking the city of cultivation from the sky still remained in the field of vision, and the destination had already arrived.

The armored soldier threw Daoyi into a forest, and not far away there was smoke rising from the kitchen: "I can do it myself."

After saying this, he drove the magic weapon and left.

Jia Bing returned to the Pingyang Prison Department, handed over matters to the patrol soldiers, confirmed that the matter was completed, rushed to the second floor of the prison hall, and bowed his hand.

Di Rongshan, together with Song Huaichen and others, witnessed the departure and return of Jia Bing in the attic on the second floor of the Prison Division.

"This matter is over." Huang Yaoshi sighed.

Di Rongshan glanced at the report submitted by his subordinates, and his eyes were cold: "Hurry up, when Chi Gu finishes his punishment, we will have nothing to do with us."

After being whipped, Chi Gu was also taken to the atrium. His body was covered in blood, the skin and flesh on his back were rolled up, and the white bones were exposed in the severe part.As soon as the soldier who dragged him up let go, Chi Gu fell to the ground losing his strength, blood splashed out from the wound, instantly staining the ground red.

"Where is Daoyi..." Chi Gu's lip was bitten by himself, and blood dripped down when he opened his mouth, and he didn't know if it was the blood from the wound on his mouth or the blood he coughed up.

His voice was hoarse: "Where is Daoyi..." He knew the punishment for Daoyi, "Did you send him away? Where did you send him?"

The patrolling soldier Jiabing ordered to prohibit him, just as if he had not heard his words, confirmed that the punishment was over, and released him from the seal of cultivation.

After regaining his cultivation, the pain on his body was no longer as painful as death. He barely supported himself, and his voice became clearer: "Where was Daoyi sent?"

He leaned back again, with his forehead on the ground, and said, "Please, tell me."

Lu Tingyun couldn't bear it: "Can you tell him?"

"Yes." Di Rongshan reported a place name, which was the news just passed by the patrol soldiers, and it was accurate to which country, which village, which direction and how many miles.

"Thank you." Lu Tingyun got up and went downstairs.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the back of Lu Tingyun leaving, and then at Song Huaichen who was sitting still: "So what if Chi Gu knows? Do you still want to chase after him?"

Song Huaichen paraphrased Di Rongshan's words: "This has nothing to do with us."

Lu Tingyun told Chi Gu the address, and then asked the same question as Huang Yaoshi: "Are you going to find him?"

Chi Gu's answer is in the affirmative: "Yes."

"What happens after you find it?"

"I'll be with him for the rest of my life."

Lu Tingyun asked again: "What if he doesn't want it?"

"It's my business for me to accompany him." Chi Gu didn't plan to look back, "Whether he wants it or not is his business."

Lu Tingyun wanted to persuade him: "Although Daoyi has no cultivation base, he has recovered from his injuries and is considered to be physically strong compared to ordinary people. It is not difficult to live in the mortal world. Instead, it is you. Have you ever thought about your teacher's sect?" , your own practice? Now you go—”

His persuasion was interrupted by Song Huaichen: "An ordinary person's life is only a few dozen years, and he can afford it. Go if you want, so as not to leave regrets in vain."