Dust roots [comprehension]

The dream was still going on, and Lord Qingming sat up with his back to Lu Tingyun, patted the half of the vacated space, and motioned for Lu Tingyun to go over.

Lu Tingyun stepped forward, but stood behind the rock he was sitting on, and did not sit down.

The involuntary body in the dream is clearly reflected, the person sitting on the stone is red-clothed and white-haired, Lu Tingyun wants to see his face, but the self in the dream firmly casts his gaze straight ahead, and is stingy and refuses to look away. people around.

At the same time, he felt strange in a daze, it was not the first time he heard Qing Mingjun's voice, why did he realize that Qing Mingjun's voice was the same as Song Huaichen's now?

In the field of vision is the boundless sea, where the water and the sky meet at the end, a dark and magnificent color, near the turbulent waves hitting the shore, the foam is like snow, hitting the body hard and cold - the splashed water drops condense in the strong wind It became ice.

Without seeing Qing Mingjun's movement, an invisible and colorless spiritual power barrier was erected to block Lu Tingyun's oncoming fine ice crystals.

The barrier that blocked the wind and water also blocked the sound of the waves, and the voice that was exactly the same as Song Huaichen became clearer in the blurred sound of the sea: "You don't want to go out?"

This is a question to Lu Tingyun's silence.

Everything in the dream is involuntary, Lu Tingyun's heart is full of contentment, and the tone of his mouth is icy and cold, almost like the ice crystals blocked, without the warmth of a living person: "I think this place is very good."

Lord Qingming didn't respond, and after a long silence, Lu Tingyun felt guilty, and couldn't help but look sideways. Looking from the side and behind, what he saw was a large piece of white hair, and a small piece of side face exposed behind the white hair, indeed Very similar to Song Huaichen.

Lu Tingyun took a look, quickly looked away, and said dryly: "If you must go out, I will accompany you."

Qing Mingjun replied immediately, with a smile and joy in his voice: "Then it's settled."

He not only replied, but also turned his head. Lu Tingyun exchanged a glance with him, saw the sly smile in his eyes, and finally understood that his previous silence was just to cover his own words.

I was eaten to death.

Thinking this way, Lu Tingyun didn't feel unhappy, but only felt a little helpless.

Just ask me to accompany you, will I refuse?Why does it have to go around like this?

Lu Tingyun knew that he was dreaming, and his waking consciousness of reality was ups and downs. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the Qing Mingjun who turned his head did have the same face as Song Huaichen.

This discovery made him startled suddenly, and he fell back from the dream in an instant. He was mentally and physically exhausted, and his eyelids were too heavy to open. He vaguely heard Huang Yaoshi say "let him sleep", so An An let it go Consciousness sinks back into the depths again.

The dream is continuous, he and Qing Mingjun arrived in the mortal world, the Qing Mingjun who changed the red robe into a blue cloth gown is still silver-haired, holding a long knife in his hand, walking on the bustling streets, Lu Tingyun follows him One step behind, I just feel noisy.

He stared half awake and half dazedly at the long knife in Qing Mingjun's hand, thinking that this was the biggest difference between the man in the dream and Song Huaichen, Song Huaichen didn't use a weapon, but he had a knife.

I want to see how this knife looks like out of its sheath.

As Lu Tingyun thought about it, the dream suddenly reversed.

He ran wildly in the ruins, and he could clearly hear his heavy breathing in his ears.

Lu Tingyun, who was half asleep and half awake, didn't know why he was running, but he could feel the almost hopeless anxiety of himself running in the dream like watching flowers from the other side.

Then he was really desperate, and the running man stopped abruptly among the ruins of white stones.

There were seriously injured and dying people on the white square full of ruins, and there were wailing and collapse sounds, but all the sounds were so far away, his world was almost silent, and he could only see the people on the platform at the other end of the square with their heads hanging down. Qing Mingjun held the long knife in one hand and knelt on one leg.

Blood flowed down the white stone steps from the high platform to the square.

Countless corpses were scattered in the river of blood, embellishing this square so dazzlingly.

A voice came from afar, and the grief in it instantly crushed Lu Tingyun——

"You came too late, Lord Qingming...gone."

Song Huaichen quickly pressed Lu Tingyun, and the sleeping sword repairer suddenly drew his sword, and then opened his eyes suddenly.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Song Huaichen felt that the arm he was holding was extremely stiff, and he didn't dare to let go, so he spoke in a soft voice, "It's okay, just wake up."

Lu Tingyun's eyes slowly focused, he slowly came to his senses and remembered where he was, and then he saw Song Huaichen in front of him clearly.

"You're fine..." Lu Tingyun spat out three words in a daze, his muscles were still stiff. These three words were said to Song Huaichen, and they were also the residual influence of the dream.

"I'm fine, and you're fine." Song Huaichen patted his shoulder lightly with one hand, and tried to separate Lu Tingyun's hand from the hilt with the other.

Lu Tingyun followed Song Huaichen's movements and let go of his hand. He said "you're fine" again, then straightened up suddenly, and hugged Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen, who was half squatting, was almost thrown to the ground. At the same time, he felt that Lu Tingyun had no strength at all. The two arms holding him were trembling, and his center of gravity was unstable. Surrounding people allows Lu Tingyun to comfortably lean on his whole body weight.

"I reported you safe before, why are you still so excited now." Song Huaichen comforted him in a joking tone.

The medicine given by Huang Yaoshi has sleep-promoting ingredients, but the effect of the medicine has not yet expired. Although Lu Tingyun can distinguish reality from dreams, his mind is still a little muddled.Holding Song Huaichen, he felt relieved, but his consciousness began to become unclear again. Song Huaichen's words made him see another picture in a half-dream and half-awake state.

It's still the seaside, but it's a different place. There are stone tables and chairs. Qing Mingjun, who is dressed in red and has white hair, is standing in front of the table, writing something.Lu Tingyun stepped forward to take a look, and found that he was writing letters. The content of each letter was similar. It was nothing more than that I had a good time somewhere, and I saw some new scenery and new people. Don't worry about it.A far-flung tone.

Lu Tingyun asked: "What is this for?"

"Hey, I can't show you this..." Qing Mingjun complained without sincerity, not wanting to block Lu Tingyun's sight at all, he spread out a table full of papers for him to read.

Lu Tingyun: "I saw it."

This sentence is quite a bit to see how you do it.

Qing Mingjun put down the brush, looked at the paper on the table and smiled, Lu Tingyun vaguely felt that his smile was not right, but his thinking was interrupted by his words.

Qing Mingjun said: "I think, if one day I die outside, it seems like a good idea to entrust someone to send you a letter regularly to report your safety."

Feeling angry for no reason, Lu Tingyun's response to this good idea was to split his exquisitely carved stone table with a sword.

Song Huaichen called softly: "Lu Tingyun?"

Lu Tingyun's arm around him suddenly loosened, and Song Huaichen's heart fluttered. If the two of them were not close together and could clearly feel Lu Tingyun's heartbeat, Song Huaichen would have called Huang Yaoshi loudly.

Lu Tingyun was woken up from his dream by Song Huaichen's sound. It was a nightmare. He didn't want to sleep anymore, but the medicine didn't work. He tried to wake up but felt extremely tired, so he was jumping word by word. , and jumped very hard: "Brother Song... I feel uncomfortable, talk to me... let's go."

The last word "ba" was disconnected for a long time before it was picked up, just like a child learning to speak, it took a long time to hold it back.

The blunt tone of speaking suddenly gave off a taste of being coquettish. Song Huaichen knew that Lu Tingyun was really uncomfortable, but he still wanted to laugh when he said that.

Song Huaichen thought that the medicine from Fangzhang Mountain was really interesting and had this effect.

"Patients have to listen to the doctor." He simply coaxed Lu Tingyun like a child, patting him on the back, "sleep well."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I don't dare to come to nightmares. Trust me, go to sleep." Song Huaichen's voice was gentle, and Lu Tingyun couldn't bear it anymore, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Song Huaichen's words seemed to have really worked. Lu Tingyun was still dreaming, still dreaming about Qing Mingjun constantly, but the scenes were all peaceful and quiet. He and Qing Mingjun were playing chess in the gazebo. There was a winding corridor outside the pavilion. There are clear rockery in the lotus pond.

Qing Mingjun said in a gentle voice that he lost, Lu Tingyun conceded, staring at the water surface but puzzled, unable to figure out where he was wrong, and why Qing Mingjun would do that.

Lu Tingyun in the dream was puzzled, realizing that his waking consciousness in the dream was also puzzled, it realized the ambiguity in the dream, what did Lord Qing Ming do?The so-called winning or losing is not in the chess game?

Lord Qingming in the dream was asking him: "I forced you to enter the world, will you blame me?"

"No." Lu Tingyun in the dream replied, "I just...don't understand."

Then the bright sky shined in, the effect of the medicine faded, and Lu Tingyun was finally fully awake.

He woke up and couldn't move - mainly because he didn't dare to move, Song Huaichen who was holding him fell asleep.

The two lay face to face on the felt cloth that Huang Yaoshi had laid for Lu Tingyun, the distance was too close, Lu Tingyun could not see Song Huaichen's facial features clearly, the most eye-catching thing was his white hair.

Song Huaichen's steady exhalation brushed against his ears again and again, and the tingling sensation almost made Lu Tingyun tremble.

Lu Tingyun soberly recalled his chaotic dream that night, and then buried his head in Song Huaichen's shoulder, he was very disturbed, why did he see those pictures?What exactly did he see?

And what is the relationship between Song Huaichen and Lord Qingming?

Lu Tingyun's movement woke up Song Huaichen, Song Huaichen who fell asleep because of being too exhausted frowned, his voice was still hoarse: "What's wrong?"

There were so many people talking, Lu Tingyun took a deep breath, and when he looked up, nothing happened: "It's nothing. I was just thinking, the two of us just hugged each other and slept all night?"

"You were the one who brought me here first." Song Huaichen teased with a smile, and then got stuck, "Why are we lying here?"

He remembered that he was sitting all the time, and he didn't cover Lu Tingyun with a blanket.