Dust roots [comprehension]

The crack ran across the jade tablet, and the shadow could be seen on the back, almost cutting the jade tablet in half.Lu Tingyun was taken aback, the input spiritual power trembled, the light spot dissipated, and then there was a click, and a new thin opening opened around the crack, and the whining sound was transmitted to Lu Tingyun's ears along with his consciousness, and the card The strange beasts on the face howled in pain.

Lu Tingyun didn't dare to move anymore, he comforted himself that the fact that the jade plaque was not broken meant that Song Huaichen was not dead.He didn't dare to look at it any more, and hurriedly put the jade tablet back into the pouch, pretending that nothing happened.

Huang Yaoshi saw Song Huaichen's name on the jade pendant and Lu Tingyun's hasty movements, so he knew there must be something wrong, but he didn't dare to ask further.But knowing nothing is definitely not enough, he asked Lu Tingyun again: "Where is Song Huaichen?"

Song Huaichen heard the sound of water again.

The turbulent ones are the waves hitting the reef, the gentle ones are the aftermath waves rolling on the beach, and the quiet ones knocking on the ears are the ocean currents of the deep sea.

He seemed to see different scenes as the voice changed, and then dived into the sea alone.When diving into the deep sea where sunlight cannot penetrate, the scene suddenly became clear and real. He dived all the way under the light of fluorite and coral, and the sound of water hitting the eardrum was heavy and gentle, giving people an incomparable sense of security. .

Song Huaichen kept diving until he touched the seabed.In the soft sea sand, there was a dark thing inserted, and he pulled it out.

The picture changed suddenly, the sound of the waves disappeared, and the bustling voices of people poured in. Song Huaichen, who was dozing off with his chin propped up, was startled awake and looked sideways.

He was sitting by the window in the private room of the restaurant, with his head turned to one side, what he saw was the crowds passing by on the street.

On the table with his elbows resting were fragrant tea, snacks and a knife.

Song Huaichen looked down as if feeling something, the scabbard was plainly decorated, narrow and long, and the handle was also very long.

This is a chopping saber.

Song Huaichen recognized it and liked it very much.

He reached out and brushed the scabbard gently, and caught a glimpse of a bright color out of the corner of his eye, and turned his eyes to see his own white hair.

He turned his head and saw another person sitting in the corner of the private room.

Before Song Huaichen could look at him, the man said by himself: "I asked you to change the color of your hair a long time ago, and finally agreed?"

The voice was cold, but also familiar.

Song Huaichen looked up and saw Lu Tingyun sitting with his sword in his arms.

The expression on his face was indifferent, as hard as a rock.

Song Huaichen's heart skipped a beat, he is not Lu Tingyun.

So he pretended to appreciate it, grabbed the inexplicably favorite knife, secretly guarded himself, and asked in a normal voice, "Who are you?"

The sword cultivator sitting against the wall was wearing a mortal martial artist's bunt. Hearing this, he was taken aback, and his aura shot out like a sword light. After only a moment, he withdrew his aura again, not giving Song Huaichen a chance to draw his sword. There was helplessness on the stone-like face: "This joke is not funny."

As if he noticed the difference between Song Huaichen and the people who should exist in this illusion, although Song Huaichen can still see the progress of the story from the perspective of a player in the game, he can no longer control what he says and does.

As if another person took over his control of his body, he stood up holding the knife, put the hood of the cloak over his head to cover his striking white hair, lowered his head slightly, and asked the serious sword who was still sitting Xiu: "Go out for a walk?"

Although this is a question, it doesn't seem like much of a question, and I'm sure the other party won't object.

Sure enough, Jianxiu, who looked very similar to Lu Tingyun, didn't speak, stood up and left the private room with him.

There are all kinds of people coming and going on the street, there are traffickers, ordinary people, quacks, and even foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes. conspicuous.

Song Huaichen had a smile on his lips, full of enthusiasm for everything in the world, but Jianxiu frowned, feeling noisy.

However, no matter how much he dislikes this place, Jianxiu still walks with Song Huaichen without saying a word.

So the corners of Song Huaichen's mouth curved even wider, and he thoughtfully left the street and walked into a quiet alley, still saying: "I really like this lively world, and I hope you will like it too." He shouted He said the name of the sword cultivator, "Lu Tingyun."

That claim was like a thunderclap, waking Song Huaichen awake.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the severe pain all over his body immediately made him gasp, and then he coughed uncontrollably.

There are sounds from far to near, from fuzzy to clear.

"Wake up, wake up!"

The voice was familiar, and a piece of white clothes flickered in the field of vision, and then Song Huaichen saw the face of the visitor.

"...Senior Brother Huachi?" It was the Wuxiang hall member who most liked to ask him to play backgammon, and it was he who told Song Huaichen to stay away from the masked one.

"It's me, it's me," Hua Chi patted Song Huaichen on the back, "Laojun told us to come to you——since we're here, you can recover from your injuries and don't have to worry about those masked people."

Song Huaichen had been away for too long, Laojun felt uneasy, and ordered them to go down to the realm to find someone.Song Huaichen is a junior in their branch, Hua Chi naturally has a way to determine his approximate location.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the dark hall wearing a mask got the news and followed secretly.

The Wuxiang Temple, a huge organization, wants to operate, so it is impossible to act in a completely glamorous manner. The bright hall led by Laojun does business that can be seen on the surface, while the dark hall wearing a mask does things that cannot be known by others. thing.

Since what he is doing is something that cannot be known by others, the ability to sneak and hide is naturally excellent.

Hua Chi and the others didn't realize that they were being followed. It wasn't until Song Huaichen and two sword repairmen joined forces to break the formation and confront each other that they knew that their masked colleagues had also come down.

Fortunately, they found out not too late, they managed to save Song Huaichen from the black light.

When Song Huaichen was in a coma, Hua Chi's companion had the following conversation with him: "Why do they hate Song Huaichen? They even want him to die? Is it because of his embarrassing status?"

It is impossible to be harmonious in an open room and a dark room. There are frictions and physical conflicts, but they are never serious enough to kill each other.

Hua Chi shook his head: "Kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey, he wants to demonstrate to Laojun."

It's too ugly for people in Wuxiang Hall to kill each other. If it was Song Huaichen, if he tried to find a reason to get over it, there wouldn't be too many people to pursue it.Huachi's reason makes sense.

The companion accepted his statement, but a new puzzlement arose: "Why does Laojun value him so much and want to get him back?" If they didn't come to look for him, An Tang wouldn't follow either.

"After all, Laojun asked Song Huaichen to find 'One Heart'. If something happened to Song Huaichen, he would have a bad conscience."

Laojun doesn't play cards according to common sense, they are used to this group of disciples, so they are not too surprised to let Song Huaichen go down to search, but Laojun is indeed a good person.

The companion was persuaded by Huachi again, nodded and stopped asking, and then heard Huachi ask: "Speaking of which, Yingxuan, why are you willing to come down to find Song Huaichen?"

Lou Yingxuan smiled embarrassedly: "I like Song Huaichen quite a lot," she said generously, not hiding her affection for Song Huaichen, "Without him, Wuxiang Palace has become lonely."

Lou Yingxuan's liking for Song Huaichen is what the senior sister loves for the younger brother, so Hua Chi just laughed.If Lou Yingxuan's love for Song Huaichen was male and female, Hua Chi would definitely persuade her.

Laojun asked Song Huaichen to find "One Heart" and shouted to wait for him to come back to inherit the position of suzerain. Most of the Wuxiang Hall members took it as a joke, but Huachi didn't think so.Laojun is usually not straight, but he is never confused about important things.

The people in the dark hall wanted to kill Song Huaichen, probably because they knew Song Huaichen was special.

Hua Chi didn't know what was different about Song Huaichen, so he treated him as a cute little junior. There were too many secrets in Wuxiang Hall, and he didn't want to find out.

Song Huaichen's body, mind and soul were both wounded, even with Wuxiang Temple's methods, he couldn't get better immediately, Hua Chi gave medicine to the junior brother, watched him adjust his breath and took a breath, and asked a question that he cared about : "Who did you give the badge to?"

"Lu Tingyun," Song Huaichen didn't hide, "the sword cultivator I met here is quite special."

Song Huaichen looked around, he was lying on the ground, surrounded by rocks, broken trees that had been burned, his body was scorched black, and some small flames would appear from time to time.The trees were burning, but the ground was wet, as if it had rained, and there was a muddy smell from the depths of the soil in his breath.

Although the environment has changed beyond recognition, Song Huaichen can still judge that this place is not far from the place where he met the masked cultivator of the dark hall.

"Where are the people in the dark hall?" He asked Hua Chi, "Have you seen the people I sent away with the magic amulet? Lu Tingyun is inside."

"When they saw us, the people in the dark hall retreated." The people in the dark hall are good at concealment, and they are also good at disguising. They can change their spiritual power characteristics, personality and appearance. Once they are lost, it is impossible to find that person again. In the end, there will definitely only be a painless result.But Hua Chi wants to save people, so naturally he has no time to chase them.

"We have seen your amulet." Song Huaichen's amulet didn't go far enough, and it was still within the range of the spiritual consciousness of the Wuxiang hall. "Your senior sister Lou went to chase it."

Those people were with Song Huaichen, there was no guarantee that the dark hall would attack them, Lou Yingxuan caught up and hid in the dark to watch their every move.

Lu Tingyun took back the token and described what happened between him and Song Huaichen.There were also monks who knew nothing about the ten continents overseas, so Lu Tingyun didn't say anything about Wuxiang Hall, Hetingwang, and simply used words such as Song Huaichen's senior brother and hostile monks.

Those who don't know the inside story will not want to get involved with Song Huaichen's grievances, Lu Tingyun's description is clear, no one asks anything deeply, and those who know the inside story understand the meaning of the vague reference, let him go to meditate and adjust his breath.

Huang Yaoshi thought worriedly: Why haven't the cultivation bases of the people in Wuxiang Temple been suppressed?