Dust roots [comprehension]

Every sect and sect has its secret books and techniques that are never passed on to the outside world, and the one that belongs to one school is the Wanxiang swordsmanship.

The treasure at the bottom of the box of the first sect is naturally not a mortal thing.

One life is two, two is three, three is all things, and all phenomena are one, which is to return to the basics and return to the truth, with all kinds of changes in the minimalist place.

Lu Tingyun's sword intent seemed empty, but it actually contained countless different sword intents—even more than just sword intent.

There are eighteen kinds of weapons in the world, and the sword is only one of them. Guiyizong teaches the formulas of thousands of families. Lu Tingyun is not a monk with a dry sword who specializes in swordsmanship on Xiaoxue Peak. learn.The complexity of the skills he learned made him go further than his companions in the practice of the Wanxiang Sword with the purpose of "emptiness".

Wu Busheng looked at Lu Tingyun with longing and amazement: "Guiyizong multi-sword cultivator, Senior Brother Lu is one of the best. He is not only extremely talented, but also very smart."

As the saying goes, one method is connected, ten thousand methods are connected, there are commonalities in all cultivation methods, there are not many people who can find the common points, and even fewer people can use the common points to study each method, and Lu Tingyun is smart enough, so He learns miscellaneous things, but learns quickly, and because he learns quickly, he learns more.

When the Wanxiang Sword was entered, the sword light was brilliant, and when the sword was released, it seemed to sprinkle stars all over the sky, so gorgeous that it hardly seemed like a sword move.But the deeper the practice, the more solid the sword intent, the dimmer the sword light, but the stronger the power.

Jin Dan Lu Tingyun's straight sword intent broke through the barrier of Huashen Zhuyi's sword intent, flew out, and cut off half a wing in the group of pheasants.

The fiery red wings burned during the fall, and the spurted blood dragged out the tail of the flame. Huang Yaoshi sent out his spiritual power, pushing the flame to the distance, while Lu Tingyun kept sending out his sword, slashing out one after another at a leisurely pace. A sword light.His sword light was too slow compared to Zhu Yi's, and it was aimed at the pheasants flying in the air. The big red birds didn't take it seriously, but they got hit one after another.

The so-called great wisdom is like stupidity, and great ingenuity is like clumsiness, Lu Tingyun's sword is also like this, it looks slow and stunned, but in fact it implies indescribable subtlety.

Lou Yingxuan was relieved, in a double sense: "It looks quite powerful, this swordsman."

Hua Chi glanced at Song Huaichen's expressionless face, who noticed his gaze this time and looked over.

Hua Chi looked away, and answered Lou Yingxuan via sound transmission: "It's him, no matter how powerful you are."

Seeing Hua Chi look away, Song Huaichen looked up again. He used his spiritual power to cover Bai Jian tightly. The poor young boy was in much better condition than the embarrassed Guiyi Sect disciples.

But his uneasiness and guilt grew stronger and stronger, and he felt that he was completely a burden.Children can't hide their thoughts yet, Song Huaichen knows what he's thinking without even looking at him.

"Look carefully." He said to Bai Jian, "You are also a sword cultivator."

"We brought you here to open your eyes and learn your skills. Do you understand? Don't waste your time on useless things."

Bai Jian bit her lip and nodded, Song Huaichen glanced at him sideways, let go of his hand, and pushed him towards Huachi: "Brother, help me take care of him for a while."

Zhu Yi, Lu Tingyun, and Huang Yaoshi faced the group of pheasants head-on. Hua Chi didn't have much pressure on him, so he nodded to Song Huaichen and led Bai Jian.

Bai Jian was obviously in awe of Song Huaichen's senior brother, she was too timid to shake his hand.

Song Huaichen glanced at it, didn't say anything, and turned to Lou Yingxuan via voice transmission: "Senior sister, open a market for me."

Lou Yingxuan was taken aback: "Now?"

"Now," Song Huaichen lowered his eyes, "I can't wait."

The so-called market opening refers to the trade between Wuxiang Temple disciples and Wuxiang Temple.The Hall of Wuxiang is located on the overseas fairy island, and foreign trade goods must be transported by sea ships, but as members of the Hall of Wuxiang, if they want to exchange things from the sect, there is naturally a shortcut.

There is a talisman hidden on the waist card of the Wuxiang Hall, which can open a Sumeru space and connect to the Wuxiang Hall, allowing disciples to exchange for some important things when necessary.

Hua Chi frowned: "The wound on your spiritual consciousness is still not healed." To trade with Wuxiang Temple, you need to put your spiritual consciousness into the jade card, take the invisible and take the tangible, and bring out the exchanged things.

Song Huaichen smiled: "If it hurts, it will only hurt for a moment."

Since it is an exchange channel set up to save the disciples' lives, it will naturally use means in terms of time. The passage of time in Xumi Dimension is much slower than that of the outside world.

Hua Chi disapproved, but he didn't say anything to stop him. Lou Yingxuan glanced at him and activated the magic circle on the token.

Song Huaichen put his consciousness into it, and the sudden burst of pain almost swallowed his consciousness.

Moments later, the sky brightened, and Song Huaichen stood on the small path supported by flowers and trees. The majestic Wuxiang Hall stood in front of him. Not far away, at the end of the path, was an unknown side door of the Wuxiang Hall.

This side door is familiar to Song Huaichen.

After entering the door, there is a corridor first, neither wide nor narrow, illuminated by luminous pearls inlaid on the wall, after walking for a long time, turning a corner, you can see a wooden door, behind this door is a warehouse, which stores a The stone tablet carved from the spirit stone. When Song Huaichen was the guardian of the temple, Song Huaichen went in and out of the warehouse countless times to adjust the treasure record on the Lingshi tablet.

In the stone tablet warehouse, one after another stone tablets are scattered in the air, emitting a faint light, like floating fireflies in the boundless darkness.

Song Huaichen stepped into the warehouse, the door closed behind him, and a voice sounded after the door closed: "Stop, just stand there, no need to go any further."

Among the stone tablets, outlined by fireflies, Song Huaichen saw a vague figure, who was talking.

"What do you want to change?"

When Song Huaichen asked Lou Yingxuan to open the market, he naturally thought about what he wanted: "The method to remove the seal of cultivation."

The other party raised his hand, slid the stone tablet, grabbed one of them, looked at it and said, "Your cultivation is the price of the transaction with Wuxiang Temple. Unless the suzerain personally orders it, it is impossible to return it to you."

Song Huaichen expected this result, and changed the question: "Then I will find a way to make the fake baby real."

This time the opponent didn't pause, he had already read enough information from the stone tablet: "Impossible. You are following the cultivation path of the tenth rank, and you have opened up the sea of ​​​​qi. It is impossible to have a real dantian, and it is even more impossible to combine Infant turns into a god."

The other party reminded him: "You can't improve your cultivation, but you can make up for it with magic weapons, which can be exchanged."

Song Huaichen paused for a while: "I want the complete Zhanchen Jue."

The stone plaques in the room turned like fluorites carried by the tide, dragging out strips of dazzling light. The man searched for a long time before answering him: "You will not be charged for this message... the words written on it Yes, only you, Song Huaichen, know where the complete Zhanchen Jue is."

Song Huaichen: "If I know, do I still need to ask Wuxiang Hall?"

The other party's voice was gentle, but it was tit for tat: "You have to ask yourself."

Seeing that Song Huaichen was silent, he asked, "I can't give you what I mentioned before. Is there anything else you want?"

"I want to see all of Lu Tingyun's dreams—the ones about Lord Qingming."

"I'm afraid you can't afford the price." The other party finally didn't refuse, "The Hall of Wuxiang can't read the memories of living people. If you want his dreams, you have to kill him."

Song Huaichen laughed suddenly: "How do you know I won't kill him?" There was a special brilliance in his eyes, as if all the previous conversations were just to pave the way for the last sentence——

"who are you?"

The stone tablet floated, and the dim light outlined the figure in the center. The man opened his hands, as if showing the glory of this room: "Who do you think can come in here?"

Like a page of oiled paper being cut, the sharp edge cut into the most fragile eyeball, and the pain went straight to the brain.

Song Huaichen suddenly closed his eyes, and his consciousness returned to Wanwu Bingo.

The pain in the soul made Song Huaichen's reaction slow for a while, and it took him a while to realize that it was Lou Yingxuan who forcibly dragged him out of Wuxiang Hall.

Groups of pheasants exploded in the sky, rendering a large area of ​​red, and the roar of the spiritual explosion drowned out all sounds.Spiritual power, feathers, blood, pure red poured down one after another, covering the entire sky and dyeing the vision red.

Hua Chi let go of his cultivation completely, and the blue spiritual power was entwined on the tangled branches of trees, intertwined with the plants to form a strong defense net, and the defense net was already in chaos.

Song Huaichen tried hard to figure out the situation, but he couldn't even tell who was who. The pain was extremely severe and it was difficult to concentrate.

Song Huaichen didn't realize that the pain was not only from the soul, but also from the physical body. He didn't realize that there was a deep gash in his chest, broken ribs, and injured organs. depression.

"Song Huaichen! Song Huaichen!" Lu Tingyun kept calling his name, but Song Huaichen didn't respond, his pupils trembled and his eyes couldn't focus, "Look at me! Look at me! Don't sleep!"

Lou Yingxuan fed Song Huaichen the life-saving elixir, and tremblingly let go of her blood-stained hands.The dark hall is good at sneaking, she and Hua Chi were vigilant all the way, but they still took advantage of their loopholes.

At the moment when Lou Yingxuan opened the token array and Song Huaichen put his consciousness into it, the dark hall rushed out from the shadows, and killed Song Huaichen. rescued.

Lou Yingxuan's brows sharpened, Hua Chi opened the defensive net to let her out, and then quickly closed it again. Outside the defensive net, Lou Yingxuan swung out a soft whip and shouted loudly: "Too much bullying!"

A ray of purple thunder fell with her words, and was split in the air by her long whip, and hit the group of red pheasants with a stabbing sound, and the place it passed was scorched black.

The charcoal fell, revealing a monk in the dark hall of the Wuxiang Temple who was trapped in the crowd of pheasants behind him.

The pheasants were forced into a desperate situation, and they jumped on everyone they saw crazily, with a high speed and a large number. Lou Yingxuan Huachi couldn't help them for a while, and the same was true for the monks in the dark hall.

"He killed Song Huaichen over and over again, how is he hindering you!" Lou Yingxuan was furious, "Who gave you the courage to attack your fellow disciples!"