Dust roots [comprehension]

Huang Yaoshi was actually emotional. He was not a monk, so he had naturally considered the matter of the Taoist companion, but after thinking about it, if he were himself, even the Taoist companion would not be able to agree so simply to see his memory.However, when he opened his mouth, all he said was: "...It's so boring."

Song Huaichen: "Any opinion?"

"It's just a sigh." Huang Yaoshi glanced at him and urged, "Go in!"

"Okay, okay." Song Huaichen still had his hands on Lu Tingyun's shoulders, his figure began to fade, "I'm leaving now."

Song Huaichen wants to see Lu Tingyun's memory, he has to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, the sea of ​​consciousness is the place where the consciousness is stored.

A monk who has not conceived a baby has very vague feelings about his own consciousness, but not being able to feel it does not mean that it does not exist. When a monk has reached the late stage of Jindan, his consciousness has just been born, and his sea of ​​consciousness has begun to take shape.

Song Huaichen slid his divine consciousness into it along the road that will not be clear.

Lu Tingyun only felt a warm current pouring from the top of his head, and the strange feeling made him tremble.

With a sinking hand, the puppet came back again.

Lu Tingyun put away the puppet, and wanted to feel the strange warm current carefully, when he heard Song Huaichen's voice directly in his mind - far more direct than the sound transmission: "Don't move."

Knowing the sea, most of them are water areas. Due to the different personal experiences of the monks, the environment is very different. Some are oceans with strong winds and waves, while others are lakes with calm waves.Lu Tingyun's sea of ​​consciousness is still half-closed in the darkness, it's hard to see what it looks like, the water is not deep enough to reach Song Huaichen's ankles.

The water has a slight temperature, warm, and the water is rippling, and it also looks soft and tender.Lu Tingyun chased Song Huaichen's spiritual consciousness in the ignorance, the water in the sea of ​​consciousness rushed in ignorantly, aroused a small vortex, and circled Song Huaichen's feet.

The spiritual consciousness of monks below Huashen is quite fragile, Song Huaichen didn't dare to lift his foot to break the water waves, so he could only remind Lu Tingyun to calm down: "Just pretend that I don't exist."

Lu Tingyun replied "Okay". Hearing the voice, he should feel quite awkward. There are so many things in his sea of ​​consciousness, it's really hard to pretend that it doesn't exist.

After all, the water waves dissipated slowly, Song Huaichen leaned over and pressed his hands into the water.

When the palm touches the bottom of the water, what is conveyed is a piece of warmth and smoothness, not like the Haihe lake with gravel piled up in natural waters, but more like the bottom of a man-made pool.

Unintentionally trying to find out what the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness looks like, Song Huaichen operated the formula, and lines of spiritual light spread out from under his palm, stretching around to find the memory he wanted to see.

Song Huaichen successfully found that piece of memory, and the lines of aura curled up like tentacles, grasping it firmly.

The water wave suddenly rose, and Lu Tingyun, who was walking well, suddenly staggered.

Huang Yaoshi stretched out his hand to support him, his expression was a little nervous, he thought that if Song Huaichen's movements hurt Lu Tingyun's consciousness too much, there is really not much he can do as a pharmacist: "What's wrong?"

Lu Tingyun took a breath, his expression was hard to describe, he just went numb all over, and——

"I just saw something..."

The light in the dim room with screens was gentle. He was sitting at the end of the bed, with the raised bed curtain on the left and a man in red with white hair lying on the right.

I don't know whether it's Song Huaichen or Qing Mingjun—or they are the same person at all—the red-robed man's face was pale and tired. He woke up from his sleep and looked at him lazily with half-opened eyes. He sat upright, Pretend not to check.

Song Huaichen saw Qing Mingjun in Lu Tingyun's eyes, and saw the sword cultivator who was always one step behind Qing Mingjun but never took his eyes off Qing Mingjun. Similarly, he also saw Qing Mingjun's death. The despair of sword cultivators.

These hallucinations and what Song Huaichen saw corroborate each other, proving that they are real memories. Qing Mingjun does exist, and he is a highlight of the Wuxiang Hall, so that after ten thousand years, the disciples of the Wuxiang Hall still remember his memory. name.

Song Huaichen told Lu Tingyun that he didn't know who Qing Mingjun was, which was true, but how could he not have his own guess.

Layers of memories are followed by layers of seals, and the immature and fragile sea of ​​consciousness is covered with the seals that Song Huaichen is familiar with, the Temple of Wuxiang.

"Lu Tingyun, get ready." This time, Song Huaichen didn't ask for Lu Tingyun's opinion, "It might hurt a little."

Just as Lu Tingyun made a doubtful sound, he felt something exploded inside his body. He was instantly blown away, not to mention the pain, all his feelings were far away.

It was like stepping on the ground with one foot and falling into the well of reincarnation. The experiences of previous lives turned into streamers of light flying around his body. He rolled in his memory, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

The seal of Wuxiang Temple can hide things from the sky, and send things that shouldn't appear somewhere, sneakily under the nose of Tiandao.The human heart is faint, and the way of heaven can't be seen clearly. It can be said that there is nothing wrong with engraving the seal of the Temple of Wuxiang in the divine consciousness.

After the seals are paragraphs of text, paragraphs of text are connected into fragments, and fragments of chapters are combined into a complete book of exercises——

"Cut the Dust"

The kung fu turned into a stream of light, rushing into Song Huaichen's body, impatient like a bird returning to its nest.

"Only you know where the complete "Zhan Chen Jue" is." The voice of the demon rang in my ears, "Because this is what you wrote."

What he wrote was sealed in Lu Tingyun's consciousness.

Layers of seals were lifted, just like a blocked spring suddenly dredging, Lu Ting's Yunzhihai was suddenly filled with waves, and the water level rose rapidly.

Nascent Soul gives birth to spiritual consciousness, full of spiritual consciousness, and self-cultivation naturally improves.

The seal was completely lifted, Lu Tingyun came back to his senses, what exploded in his body was nothing but spiritual power.

When the water is full, it overflows, if the spiritual power is too abundant, the meridians crackle and burst, the golden core vibrates, and cracks appear.

It really hurts.

Lu Tingyun desperately channeled his spiritual power, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain: "Song, Song Huaichen..." He couldn't even speak coherently, "What did you do?"

He suddenly remembered that when he was watching Yue Nvjian's promotion, his aura leaked out, which caused Song Huaichen to suffer from the infantile thunder that was harmful but not beneficial: "Is this considered revenge?"

Lu Tingyun's Sea of ​​Consciousness world brightened up as if the sunrise was coming. Song Huaichen looked familiar with the pavilions slightly higher up. The pavilion not far away was the chess pavilion that had appeared in the fantasy world. It was the Hall of Wuxiang. scenery.

The lotus pond in Wuxiang Hall is indeed very deep. Song Huaichen stepped onto the corridor and watched the flowing water quickly fill the dry waterway.

"Revenge for what?" Song Huaichen was forcefully stuffed with the entire "Zhanchen Jue", his mind was in a mess, "Broken golden pill, Cheng Yuanying, stabilize the Lingtai!"

"There are so many seals in your consciousness, if I don't untie them for you, will you stop at the golden core in this life?"

Although Song Huaichen said "Break the golden elixir and form a Yuanying", Lu Tingyun has not yet reached the golden elixir and is not ready to conceive a baby at all. At this moment, he has no other way but to channel his spiritual power.

The spiritual power in his body was rampant, the cracks on the golden core were getting deeper and deeper, and his cultivation level hadn't advanced an inch. Lu Tingyun felt that he could not reach the level of Dzogchen, and the core would be broken.He had never heard of being able to leapfrog the ranks, and he was very skeptical of Song Huaichen's statement of "Cheng Yuanying".

But Lu Tingyun distractedly glanced at Huang Yaoshi who didn't know what to do, and could still squeeze out a comforting smile, inexplicably not nervous, and couldn't bear any resentment towards Song Huaichen's self-assertion.

He replied to Song Huaichen: "If I hadn't met you, I would have died from being infected by a gu."

Song Huaichen couldn't help being stunned when he heard him suddenly mention something that happened a long time ago.Lu Tingyun's golden core is the sun rising in the sea of ​​consciousness, Song Huaichen clearly saw the trembling of his golden core, but he couldn't see the signs of becoming a baby.

A thought flashed through his mind, why did he know what signs there were in the sea of ​​consciousness when he became a baby?He followed the cultivation path of the tenth grade. When he came to Mortal World, although he asked about the cultivation system here on the sidelines, how could he know such details?

But Song Huaichen can't control so much anymore, Lu Tingyun is what matters right now.Just as he somehow knew the signs of a baby, he also knew how to deal with it.

Song Huaichen condensed his soul body again, and said to Huang Yaoshi who was holding the barrier to protect Lu Tingyun, "Open the barrier."

Huang Yaoshi went in without knowing it, but he still did it. Song Huaichen had a convincing aura when he spoke-he never missed it.

The enchantment was opened, Song Huaichen rushed out with Lu Tingyun who was immobile, Tiandao found out that there was something wrong with the hidden head, and immediately struck thunder.

The silver snake flew around, Song Huaichen landed on Lu Tingyun, supported him with his body, took Lu Tingyun's hand and pulled out the Hongzhong sword, and shouted in the thunderstorm: "Sword out!"

out the sword.

How does a sword repairer make a sword?

Send the whole body's spiritual power to the blade, and then chop it down!

Hong Zhong screamed sharply, and a sword light hit the silver thunder directly, and everything in the sky collided with the silver thunder, and there was a bang, and the world was silent!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a huge wave, and Song Huaichen was completely submerged, and there was another bang——

It was the sound of a car crashing into a lake in a heavy rain.

The shock of the impact was more deafening than the loud noise of falling into the lake. The lake water pouring in from the car window was mixed with glass shards, making the field of vision bright red.

But even so, Song Huaichen still saw the black figure flying across the sky, and the faint shadows of ancient buildings in the distance.

He also heard the nervous calling from a good-quality bluetooth headset.

Song Huaichen remembered how he died in his previous life.

In his previous life, he was a child of a rich family. He had a capable elder brother and a cute younger brother. He was caught in the middle and was the second child whose father did not love his mother.The family relationship of rich people is somewhat different from that of ordinary people. Song Huaichen felt that he was in an awkward situation in the family. Although he was disappointed, he didn't care much. He should eat, play, and learn how to behave in the world. It's not bad, it has no strengths, and it's enough to just goof around.

Song Huaichen, who does not seek to make progress, has a lot of time to learn and delve into the "useless things" that successful people say, but he has also made a name for himself by playing the right way. When he arrives, he stands up and is called "Teacher Song" by others. .Mr. Song has friends who he can chat with, and they are the kind of close friends who don't even need to hide their sexuality.

That day, a close friend invited him to play in Xiaoling Mountain, and he called on the way, saying that one of his friends was from Song Huaichen's circle, and his family background was not bad. He just met on the road, and the other party was on vacation in Xiaoling Mountain these days , asked Song Huaichen if he wanted to meet him.

Driving on a rainy night, Song Huaichen hung up his bluetooth headset, focused on the road conditions, didn't spend much time on the phone, and asked casually, "What's your name? We don't have a big circle, maybe we've seen it before."

The other party answered him: "Lu Tingyun."

The voice of the answer was drowned in the loud noise of the landslide, Song Huaichen slammed on the brakes, the airbag exploded, and the words "Lu Tingyun" slid past his ears.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly recalled clearly.

That was the first and last time Song Huaichen heard the name "Lu Tingyun" in his previous life.