Dust roots [comprehension]

No one could answer Song Huaichen's question, it was not a big deal anyway, Song Huaichen asked and put it down.

The sky was bright, and the monks who were meditating and resting all opened their eyes. The night watch monks who were guarding outside also came back. The man arched his hands: "We are planning to set off now, what are your plans?"

The people on Song Huaichen's side looked at each other, and Di Rongshan stood up and returned Wu Busheng's gift: "Let's rest in place for a while."

Everyone on their side was hurt badly.

Wu Busheng nodded, bowed another salute, and then left. When he left, he looked in the direction of Lu Tingyun and Song Huaichen blankly.

However, Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun didn't notice this look. Song Huaichen saw the person leaving, and asked Lu Tingyun in a low voice what dream he had. Lu Tingyun was still hesitating, but Huang Yaoshi, who was on a regular basis, came over with two bowls of medicine.

Then there is nothing to hesitate, take the bowl and drink the medicine.

After drinking the medicine, Gui Yizong was gone, Song Huaichen put down the medicine bowl, looked into the woods, Lu Tingyun followed his gaze sensitively, but found nothing.

"Everyone, let me introduce two people to you." Song Huaichen stood up, his posture was between formal and casual, "My senior brother and sister from Wuxiang Temple——"

When Song Huaichen said this, two figures appeared in the direction he was looking at just now.

The place where the two appeared was close or far away, within the coverage of Nascent Soul cultivator's spiritual consciousness, but neither Di Rongshan nor Huang Yaoshi had noticed their existence before they took the initiative to show up. .

"Hua Chi, Lou Yingxuan."

The two walked out from the shadow of the trees. A man and a woman both had good looks, with outstanding facial features, and their auras were even more eye-catching. The two men in the white robes of the Temple of Wuxiang naturally had the dusty air of high-ranking cultivators. However, the characteristics of Wuxiang Temple's business operations endowed them with a sense of flexibility that other high-ranking monks did not have.

Hua Chi and Lou Yingxuan stepped forward to salute everyone, senior brother Hua Chi held out a thank you gift: "Thank you for taking care of our junior brother, I am very grateful."

Everyone raised their hands in return, Huang Yaoshi said: "Where is it, Song Daoyou has always taken care of us."

Huang Yaoshi spoke in a well-behaved manner, which was a standard reaction to strangers, while Di Rongshan was much more casual. He returned the salute with everyone, and joked with a smile on his mouth: "Song Zhenjun has become a junior, it feels very novel. ah."

Hua Chi smiled, and that unscrupulous tone was very similar to that of Di Rongshan: "Who doesn't have a senior brother, right, little junior brother?"

Song Huaichen smiled with a good temper: "Yes, yes, brother, you are right."

Pharmacist Lu Tingyun and Huang also found it novel, and even Yu Chen, who was hiding aside, felt that Di Rongshan's words hit the point.

No matter in Hetingwang or in the mortal world, Song Huaichen is independent and strong, he is calm and mature, but at this moment, his tone of echoing Huachi reveals the closeness and dependence of the senior to the senior, and the whole person suddenly becomes childish.

I have to say that this childishness matches Song Huaichen's young and handsome appearance very well. He smiles warmly, his eyebrows are curved - this smile is also novel - the relaxation from the heart dilutes the heavy stress accumulated by his years of experience. Steady, making him look like a gentle and restrained son of an aristocratic family.

Yu Chen has also been Song Huaichen's senior brother, and has a unique understanding of this "novelty". If Song Huaichen has such a close relationship with his fellow disciples in Wuxiang Hall, and his senior brothers and sisters are willing to travel thousands of miles to find him... then It was natural for Song Huaichen not to accept Xiao Danfeng's fellow disciples, they never got close to Song Huaichen to this extent.

In fact, there is one thing that Yu Chen is very concerned about. Since Song Huaichen has worshiped as a teacher in Wuxiang Hall, how can he join Xiaodanfeng's sect?But considering that Song Huaichen is no longer his junior brother, it is meaningless to ask this again, so Yu Chen simply didn't mention it.

Yu Chen realized guilt from the "novelty", and Lu Tingyun felt uneasy when he saw the two people in Wuxiang Hall.

This anxiety overlapped with the anxiety extending from the dream and became more intense.In the Cangshu Pavilion of Pingyang City, he asked Song Huaichen if he would suddenly ascend, and Song Huaichen gave him the badge of Wuxiang Temple to make him feel at ease.

But now, the people from Wuxiang Temple have come to pick him up and go home.Song Huaichen acted so happy again...

"Junior Sister Lou and I are going to visit the Wanwu Armory. I wonder if it is an honor to go with you?"

No one refused.

Walking with the disciples of Wuxiang Hall, they are the ones who take advantage.Who could not see that these two people want to protect Song Huaichen all the way, the arsenal of Wanwu is dangerous, and there are people with high cultivation bases, they can also enjoy the glory, go to the lower level, and find more treasures.

Huang Yaoshi and Di Rongshan came from the Wanwu Warehouse, so they naturally knew the way back, the distance was not far, and the time difference between using the flying magic weapon and walking at the monk's speed was not too big.

"The location of the Wanwu Brigade is not a secret. If we don't want to run into Guiyizong, we have to go slowly." Di Rongshan reminded everyone.

The consciousness of the two Wuxiang Hall disciples was released, preventing outsiders from sneaking up on them, so Song Huaichen revealed another identity of the people present - weights and measures.

For some reason, Lou Yingxuan noticed Yu Chen: "He too?"

"He's not." Song Huaichen replied calmly, "But I believe he won't talk nonsense."

Lou Yingxuan nodded and looked away.

Yu Chen walked in the line silently, feeling uncomfortable. He noticed that when Lou Yingxuan looked at him, she had a polite smile on her face, but her eyes were cold, with scrutiny and contemplation. She nodded because she trusted Song Huaichen. Judging, not trusting Yu Chen.

For some reason, in such a scene, Yu Chen suddenly felt the same for Song Huaichen's situation on Xiaodan Peak.He felt sorry for this former junior, but it was too late to think about it now.

When walking towards the Wanwu Arsenal, Song Huaichen reminded everyone not to leave the team too far. Although the monks of the Dark Hall of Wuxiang Temple have temporarily retreated, they can't guarantee when they will appear again. It would be bad to be alone.

Huang Yaoshi thought of Zhu Yi and Bai Jian who were left behind on the first floor of the Wanwu Arsenal: "They..."

Zhu Yi of Huashen is probably not the opponent of Wuxiang Hall either.

Song Huaichen was not nervous at all, Lou Yingxuan said bluntly: "Wuxiang Temple is not so despicable." She attacked women and children.

Although what the dark hall does is shameful, but those things can be regarded as the basic ethics of a monk.

After everyone turned over a greasy hill covered with moss, Wanwu Hyogo appeared in sight.

The building is inserted obliquely at the bottom of the valley, and half of it has sunk into the opposite hill. The half of the building that is not buried by the mountain has three stacked eaves on the ground, which means that the Wanwu Hyogo on the ground has three floors—— At least that's how it looks from the outside.

Some parts of the three-story eaves were seriously damaged, and the corners of the eaves were broken, while some places still had decorative copper bells. When the breeze passed, you could hear the fine ringing of the bells.

The side of Wanwu Hyogo facing the hillside where Song Huaichen and others are located is full of windows, some of which are intact and some are broken, and it’s pitch black even if one’s consciousness can’t penetrate through the broken windows.

"The entrance is on the other side."

From the hill on the other side, you can only see the uppermost floor of the Wanwu Arsenal. The two floors that you can see from the position where Song Huaichen and others were just now are completely covered by rocks.

The slope of the hill is slightly gentler near the Wanwu military warehouse. There is a door on the top floor of the Wanwu military warehouse, and the threshold happens to be flush with the ground.

Those are two split doors with carved patterns. The lacquer is a steady dark red. The uppermost part is a lattice window. Plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

The two wooden doors are very ordinary in terms of door decoration, color and texture, but they separate two worlds. The outside is earth, stone and mud, overgrown with weeds, while the inside is spotless, and the dark wooden floor is oily and slippery. It can show people's shadows.

There is no danger on the first floor of the Warehouse of Everything. Huang Yaoshi, who had already entered once, raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. He stepped in first, Di Rongshan raised his heels and entered, and the rest of the people entered one by one.

Song Huaichen stepped over the threshold, only to feel that the scenery in front of him was slightly shaken, and the angle of light inside the door was slightly different from that outside, as if they were not under the same light source.

There was more than one person who felt the same way as him. Hua Chi walked in the door and exited to look at it twice, and said "interesting": "This building, like the port of Wuxiang Temple, is a secret realm hidden in a secret realm."

After he finished speaking, he looked around. There was no shortage of desks, tea, seabo and ancient shelves. Books and porcelain ornaments were well arranged, as if they were placed casually, but they were not messy, and they were full of leisure.

Walking a little further, you can see a moon cave door, behind which there is a screen, and behind the screen is a bed.

Huang Yaoshi called out: "Zhu Yi."

The air twisted for a while, and a concealment restriction in front of the bed behind the screen was lifted, and Zhu Yi and Bai Jian appeared.

"Go to the lower second floor of Guiyi Sect." The restriction of Huashen Da Neng was not discovered, and she looked at the three extra people, without asking who they were, "What about us?"

Although there is a guarantee from Huachi, only those who have seen it can rest assured. Huang Yaoshi thought about it for a while: "I suggest to adjust the breathing here. After all, there are seven years, sharpening the knife is not the same as chopping firewood."

He said this out of consideration for the wounded, and the three people he met in front of the Dark Hall of Wuxiang Hall hadn't fully recovered.

"The concentration of aura in Wanwu Arsenal is much higher than outside." Although the members of Wuxiang Hall could not leave the port, they could hear complaints from the weights and measures from the mortal world, so they also knew how thin the aura was in the mortal world. If you don’t get injured and meditate here, you will improve a lot faster than outside.”

Hua Chi raised one side of the screen and moved it out, calling Song Huaichen: "Come, I will continue to heal your wounds."

Song Huaichen nodded his head and suddenly thought of something: "Didn't it mean that the first floor can't move?"

Huang Yaoshi tried to push the screen, but the screen did not move at all.Di Rongshan slapped hard, and there was a loud snap, but the screen still didn't move.

Hua Chi was stunned, and stretched out a finger to poke on the screen, the screen immediately shook, Lou Yingxuan stretched out her hand, and she was able to move it.

Di Rongshan: "...Ha, interesting, fellow Daoist Song, you want to try it too?"

Song Huaichen also touched it, the screen shook, and he went to get the teacup on the table again, and picked it up easily.Di Rongshan took the cup in his hand, and it felt like a normal cup, but he couldn't move it when he wanted to pick up other sets of cups on the table.

Lu Tingyun didn't believe in evil, so he also went to get that cup——

The cup was picked up.

Lu Tingyun was dumbfounded: "...the last time I came here, I couldn't pick up anything."

Song Huaichen stretched out his hand to him: "Give me the badge of Wuxiang Hall, and try again."