Dust roots [comprehension]

Hua Chi asked her via voice transmission: "Do you think Song Huaichen looks like him?"

Lou Yingxuan thought for a while, and answered with certainty: "Not like."

No matter whether it is a true story or an unofficial history, the founder of Wuxiang Temple is a ruthless guy.

In order to get a treasure, he can go to the battlefield alone, go to the most intense place of the struggle, deal with the owner of the treasure, and bargain.If that's the case, the evaluation in the record will only be that he is bold and willful, and he doesn't follow common sense.The word "ruthless" comes from the fact that most of the time, he would not reason with others, but directly wiped out both parties in the dispute, took the treasure and walked away.

According to the records in the classics, the founder of Wuxiang Temple was among the immortals—this record should be reliable, although no one has ever seen a real immortal.Immortal reincarnation can't escape a bowl of Mengpo soup. It's normal not to remember the past, but after all, it's not a mortal. It is less affected by the six reincarnations, and its personality cannot change too much. Song Huaichen and the suzerain of Wuxiang Temple are almost two extremes.

Not long after the discussion between Huachi and Lou Yingxuan came to an end, Song Huaichen woke up.Compared with when Hua Chi first rescued him, Song Huaichen's sleepiness was much shorter.

Song Huaichen turned over and sat up, and saw Lu Tingyun, who was adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked over.

After encountering the monks in the dark hall of Wuxiang Hall and parting ways, when the two reunited, either you were in a coma or I was in a coma, or there were too many people talking, and they couldn't talk properly while looking at Kong Kong.

At this moment, they settled down temporarily, and the two looked at each other, both with some unusual meanings.

Song Huaichen raised his hand and knocked down the bed curtain with two spiritual powers. Lu Tingyun watched the fabric fall, not wanting it to stick to his face, so he leaned back. Song Huaichen pulled him when he was leaning back, Pulled him directly onto the bed.

With a rough movement, Lu Tingyun struggled and kicked onto the bed, making a loud "boom".

"Avoid." Song Huaichen hugged Lu Tingyun's waist to prevent him from moving, and said to the people outside through the curtain.

Everyone was in the same room, Song Huaichen woke up, and his breath changed, who couldn't notice it?

Huang Yaoshi has been waiting for Song Huaichen to wake up, wanting to give him a pulse and see the effect of Wuxiang Temple's method, who knows that he saw this before he could say anything.

He rolled his eyes and walked out first, everyone with different expressions stood up one after another, Di Rongshan walked at the back, and said to Song Huaichen in an ambiguous tone: "Seven years, fellow Daoist Song, take your time."

Song Huaichen snorted, the laughter shook his chest and made Lu Tingyun, who was surrounded by him, numb all over.

Lu Tingyun exerted force on his waist, straightened his body, and bumped Song Huaichen with the back of his head.

Song Huaichen felt a shadow rushing towards him, he quickly loosened Lu Tingyun's waist, and raised his hand to block it.

It's a pity that it didn't stop.

Lu Tingyun used all his strength, not only the back of his head, but also his entire back was hit. Song Huaichen's block protected his front, but he was no match for his strength, and was knocked back to bed.

There was another bang.

Lou Yingxuan covered her face and ears: "Oh, it's so intense."

Lu Tingyun was originally leaning on Song Huaichen, but after knocking Song Huaichen off, of course he also fell down. He turned over and was face to face with Song Huaichen.

Lu Tingyun supported Song Huaichen's head with both hands, one leg was against the side of the bed against the wall, and the other leg was between Song Huaichen's legs.

Song Huaichen: "... Lu Junzi? Don't you think our current actions are not right?"

Lu Tingyun looked at Song Huaichen, the expression in his eyes was difficult to understand, with a faint fire: "You pulled me into bed, and you said such things to me?"

Song Huaichen bent his elbow and held Lu Tingyun's wrist: "Don't talk, what else do you want to do?"

Lu Tingyun twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a provocative smile: "You dragged me to the bed just to talk?"

Song Huaichen stretched out his other hand, inserted his fingers between Lu Tingyun's black hair, gently pressed the back of his head, exerted a slight force, full of hints: "Oh?"

Lu Tingyun leaned over and kissed her.

Different from the gentle kiss in Pingyang City's library, this time Lu Tingyun's action was closer to biting, with the ferocity of wanting to swallow Song Huaichen into his belly, which was quite different from his usual performance.

Song Huaichen didn't give way, Lu Tingyun's actions were fierce, and he counterattacked aggressively. When Lu Tingyun bit him, he would bite back. The hand on the back of the opponent's head kept exerting force, as if he wanted Lu Tingyun to rub into his body.

Lying down and unable to take the initiative, Song Huaichen was very dissatisfied. He pushed up with one leg and slammed into Lu Tingyun's knee with force. At the same time, the hand holding his wrist twitched skillfully. two fulcrums.

It was impossible for Lu Tingyun to hold on, and immediately fell down, and was about to be crushed on Song Huaichen, when Song Huaichen heard a faint chuckle, and turned slightly to the side, leaving half of Lu Tingyun's body in the air.

Song Huaichen stretched out his arm, and the hand that was pressing on the back of Lu Tingyun's head slipped onto his waist. Lu Tingyun immediately felt that something was wrong, and leaned on the bed with his elbow to hide in the opposite direction. He successfully moved a few inches away, but was immediately held back by Song Huaichen. back.

Lu Tingyun immediately understood that Song Huaichen was playing with him by allowing him to escape by a few inches.Feeling angry, Lu Tingyun lifted his foot and kicked, Song Huaichen was caught off guard, and received a hard hit on his calf, subconsciously clenching his teeth, and Lu Tingyun let out a "huh", and jerked his head back.

"Broken?" Song Huaichen opened his mouth and stretched out his hand, touched Lu Tingyun's chin and looked at his lips, watching helplessly as a bead of blood condensed from the breach, "It deserves it."

When the drop of blood was about to drip, Song Huaichen stretched out his tongue and licked it off.

The distance between the two was too close, Lu Tingyun couldn't see clearly what Song Huaichen was doing, but how could one use eyes to see such things?He felt hot and wet on his mouth, and the itchy pain of the wound was suddenly enlarged, then Song Huaichen moved a little distance away, and traced along his lips with the tip of his bloody tongue.

Song Huaichen's soul was wounded, his complexion was extremely bad, his lips were so pale that there was no blood, after such a lick, there was a touch of bright red, which was indescribably charming.

The air inside the bed tent seemed to be on fire.

Lu Tingyun couldn't take it anymore: "Song Huaichen!"

"Hey." Song Huaichen responded with his tongue rolling, his tone was unbelievably soft, "It's really not easy to hear you call my name."

The soft voice was like a milk cat scratching its paws, the itching was unbearable, Lu Tingyun felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and began to speak indiscriminately: "Let me go!"

Song Huaichen obediently let go of the hands around his waist, Lu Tingyun was able to turn over, and immediately wanted to sit up and leave the bed, but was pressed back by Song Huaichen on his shoulders.

In order to hold Lu Tingyun down, Song Huaichen propped up his upper body.

This time it was Song Huaichen's turn to look down at Lu Tingyun, and the positions of the two were switched.

"Escape what?"

After rolling around on the bed for several times, Song Huaichen's white hair was messy, and a few strands stuck to his lips, making his mouth even more bloody red.

Song Huaichen smiled at Lu Tingyun, laughing until Lu Tingyun got goosebumps all over his body.

"Who started first?"

Lu Tingyun bared his teeth, and the ruthlessness in his bones was stimulated by Song Huaichen.His body was trembling and numb, and his mouth was insistent: "Who said you want to talk?"

Song Huaichen lowered his body and put nose to nose with Lu Tingyun: "Didn't someone stop me from talking? Hmm?"

That "hmm" sounded so many times that Lu Tingyun didn't even notice that Song Huaichen's hands on his shoulders let go, grabbed his two wrists and pulled them over his head, pressing them down.

Song Huaichen's fingers were still pressing on the numb tendons on the inside of Lu Tingyun's wrist.

The numbness on the wrist made Lu Tingyun's eyes return to concentration, and he tried to repeat the same trick by stretching his legs and kicking people, but Song Huaichen called to stop before he could do it: "Don't move."

Song Huaichen smiled, the smile is full of danger, and there is an attractive attraction in this danger: "If you move around again, believe it or not, I will kill you now?"

Lu Tingyun gritted his back molars, and also smiled: "Who is afraid of whom?"

Before Song Huaichen answered, he heard Huang Yaoshi screaming outside: "There are still children here, you two pay attention!"

Lu Tingyun: "..." He showed a horrible expression.

Song Huaichen: "..."

Without moving his fingers or even a strand of hair, the Zhanchen Art was working, and Song Huaichen shot out a sound-proof barrier.

Huang Yaoshi outside was dumbfounded.

Hua Chi Youzai Youzai: "Hey, this enchantment is quite advanced."

Di Rongshan swayed: "The battle is fierce."

Zhu Yi covered Bai Jian's ears with a smile and didn't speak, Lou Yingxuan covered her own ears, she still heard what should be heard: "I can't take it anymore, is this still our little brother!"

The air in the bed tent that was about to be ignited cooled down because of Huang Yaoshi's voice, Song Huaichen stared at Lu Tingyun for a while, and the smile on his face gradually softened: "In general, I should be afraid of you A little more."

Lu Tingyun: "What?"

Song Huaichen let go of his wrist, pressed down one shoulder, and lay down on his side.

Without the stimulation of condescending and looking down, Lu Tingyun also calmed down. He retracted his hands to his chest, moved his wrists alternately, and turned his head to look at Song Huaichen at the same time.

Song Huaichen was looking at him, there were two lights in his dark eyes, as bright as stars reflected on the dark sea.Lu Tingyun's appearance was reflected in his eyes.

"Lu Tingyun, Song Huaichen is a person who is not afraid of death." The white-haired monk said, his voice flowing like still water.His fear of death is not what ordinary people understand, it is numbness, "Sometimes, I feel that if things are too troublesome and death can end it all quickly, then I don't mind dying."

Lu Tingyun looked at Song Huaichen, his expression didn't change, and he didn't interrupt him.

Silent listening is undoubtedly a kind of tenderness.

The corners of Song Huaichen's mouth remained curved.

"The old gentleman of Wuxiang Temple said that I have not cut my dust roots, but I actually disagree. I think I am more dusty than anyone else." Although he is not cut off from love, he is indeed shallow and has no nostalgia.

"Heting doesn't need to think about looking at Xiaodan Peak. I often think that if I die, the acquaintances in Wuxiang Hall will be sad for a while, but they will forget me after a while."

"Because I'm just a visitor."

"But I don't dare to you, Lu Tingyun. When I think of you being anxious, sad, and sad, I don't dare to use my own death to solve the problem anymore."

Song Huaichen put his arms around Lu Tingyun's waist, and the silent Jianxiu didn't resist this time.

The white-haired monk pressed his forehead against Lu Tingyun's: "I've finished what I want to say, don't you want to say something?"

Lu Tingyun wrapped his arms around Song Huaichen's waist, hugged him and lay down for a long time without making a sound, before speaking after a long time——

"Song Huaichen, welcome home."