Dust roots [comprehension]

Song Huaichen closed his eyes and opened them again, his expression clear.

He heard Lu Tingyun gasping for breath, trembling and leaning forward, as if he couldn't bear the severe pain and wanted to curl up.

Song Huaichen held Lu Tingyun's hand, and Lu Tingyun held the sword tightly.

The Hongzhong sword buzzed, and the blade of the sword emitted an extremely bright and sharp light, which was the blazing spiritual power burning, and it was the Wanxiang swordsmanship that had reached its peak.

Song Huaichen supported Lu Tingyun's body, held his hand and raised the sword, and said in a steady voice, "Continue."

Just like breaking the seal in Lu Tingyun's consciousness, Song Huaichen at this moment is self-assertive, impulsive, and unkind.

Huang Yaoshi watched from behind them, and felt that Song Huaichen at this time was surprisingly similar to when he was controlled by the demon, but his spiritual power was mellow and stable, and he was absolutely sober.

It was another thunder, and another sword was struck out.

This sword vaguely gained the upper hand.

This sword is bright, breaking through the air, piercing through the lightning, and lighting up the dusty memory.

In the last life, the last life, and some previous lives, Song Huaichen had asked someone to tell his fortune. Without exception, those fortune tellers who were quite effective said to him: "I can't calculate your life expectancy."

They would ask him, "Did you live on?"

Of course, Song Huaichen did not continue his life, but he was roughly counting the days at this moment. His first reincarnation was indeed much earlier than expected. In every subsequent life, he lived in a life span that did not belong to him. .Just because he didn't renew his life doesn't mean others didn't renew his life.

The unfamiliar yet familiar Zhanchen Jue melted into the flesh and blood and became a part of the body.Every move, every gesture, every subtle change in the flow of spiritual power, every subtle symbol on the formation, Song Huaichen clearly knows how they are determined, and why they do it.

Song Huaichen held Lu Tingyun's hand, stretched out his spiritual power, channeled his meridians, and at the same time forced him to draw his sword non-stop.

Song Huaichen remembered how he split a book of "Zhanchen Jue" into several chapters, and remembered who he gave them to. He definitely did not seal "Zhanchen Jue" into Lu Tingyun's consciousness.

The golden core was shattered, and there was no trace of the Nascent Soul.The dantian was churning, Lu Tingyun was held by Song Huaichen with one hand, and the other hand grabbed Song Huaichen's arm across his waist to prevent him from falling down, just like a drowning person grabbing driftwood.

Liu Guang slowed down, and the picture hidden in it could barely be seen clearly.Lu Tingyun vaguely remembered that he must have been looking for Song Huaichen for a long time.It's hard to recall the past, he can't remember how he looked for him again and again, and then passed him again and again.The only thing that was clear was the last scene, where he drew a complicated magic circle on the ground, and then stepped into it, sealing his memory in the past.

The memory was hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, the seal tore at the consciousness, and the pain was sharp.What is more unbearable than the pain is the exhaustion and despair accumulated over and over again.

"If I can never find you if I remember, let me forget."

Even if I forget the reason to look for it, I will never forget to look for you.Because at the beginning when he didn't understand anything, Lu Tingyun irresistibly wanted to get close to Song Huaichen.

Song Huaichen misunderstood Lu Tingyun's meaning of grabbing his arm, and put his hand on the other's waist, saying: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The waves in the sea of ​​consciousness surged, the man-made ditches cracked like embankments washed by floods, and then the Temple of Wuxiang collapsed, and the rocks fell into the water, causing even bigger waves.

The dantian was in severe pain, and Lu Tingyun's spiritual power was completely messed up. He couldn't swing his sword anymore, and the hand holding Song Huaichen's arm was exerting force unconsciously, which was the pain.

Tiandao showed no mercy, and thunderbolts struck Lu Tingyun directly.

Huang Yaoshi wanted to help, but he was powerless. The thunder from the sky had already surpassed his current level of cultivation.

But Song Huaichen was not afraid.He still hugged Lu Tingyun, and slightly relaxed the strength around his waist, allowing him to curl up a little and feel better.Then following Lu Tingyun's movements, he bent slightly, still protecting him in his arms.

The red-clothed and white-haired Song Huaichen had cyan spiritual power burst out from under his feet, like flowing water flowing across the river bank, outlining fine and complex runes among the pebbles, with no rules to follow, but they can be called beautiful runes.

The spiritual power flowed, and there was a bang at the edge, and it converged at a point in the air, and then spread out, spreading out a light curtain, under which the spiritual power fell like rain, connecting the heaven and the earth, and supporting the heaven and the earth.

The sky thunder fell on the light curtain, the light curtain trembled, and the thunder was thrown back into the clouds again!

Huang Yaoshi finally saw this move——

The mirror of clear water.

Song Huaichen's consciousness still stayed in Lu Tingyun's sea of ​​consciousness. He stepped on the void, guided the angry waves with his consciousness, and pushed away the ruins in the water, intending to reconstruct a space.

Lu Tingyun's immature consciousness climbed up Song Huaichen's consciousness tremblingly, like a drowning man climbing a tree to save himself.The immature consciousness maintained a rare calmness in the shaking sea of ​​consciousness. Song Huaichen's consciousness brushed somewhere, and he made some movements in coordination with his familiarity with the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is not something a Golden Core cultivator who is ignorant of divine consciousness can do.

"You..." Lu Tingyun curled up and trembled in his arms, Song Huaichen didn't know if he could hear him, "Did you remember something?"

Lu Tingyun had no time to answer Song Huaichen's words.

The sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, the magic circle shattered, and the memory buried in the deepest part was lifted up.

The red-clothed and white-haired Qing Mingjun was born when the heaven and the earth first opened, and the gods of the 33rd heaven had to bow down to salute him when they saw him.It is not an exaggeration to describe him as "the sun and the moon shine with the sky and the earth".

The ancient gods have all died, but Lord Qing Ming is still alive and well, because since his birth, he has been trapped in the depths of the desolate and remote sea.

That place is called Qiongyuan, where birds and immortals cannot reach it.

So he said he was bored and wanted to go out and have a look.

The person who listened to him was a sword cultivator. Outsiders didn't know when he appeared in Qiongyuan and how he appeared there. They only knew that he was devoted to Lord Qingming.

This swordsman is Lu Tingyun.

Qing Mingjun wanted to go out, so he sharpened his sword for thousands of years, and then used his sword energy to cut a path in the dry sea, sending Qing Mingjun to the mortal world.

Lord Qingming taught him to distinguish between good and evil, and he carried out right and wrong, black and white to the extreme, and created a series of stories that made people applaud and make people laugh and cry.

Qing Mingjun was having a headache: "Are you stupid? Why don't you know how to be flexible?"

Lu Tingyun answered him sternly: "I'm not wood, I'm stone."

Outsiders have no way of knowing where Lu Tingyun came from, just like they don't know what form Qing Mingjun is, but the two who have lived in Qiongyuan for countless days know each other's origin well.

Lu Tingyun is a sword-grinding stone creature who was enlightened by Lord Qingming.

And Lord Qing Ming is a mass of fire in water in the age of ignorance, and became a god when the world was opened up.

Fire in water, no shape, so free and easy.

He should have watched the vicissitudes of life from a distance, and shouldn't have ushered in the five declines of heaven and man so early.

Lord Qingming...Song Huaichen shouldn't have the five declines of heaven and man at all.

That's why Lu Tingyun was so shocked when Song Huaichen told him that his five declines had arrived, he was so shocked that he even forgot to be frightened.

It was after Song Huaichen passed away that Lu Tingyun knew why. Someone told him the result of the divination that Song Huaichen avoided him.

Lord Qingming is originally a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and he is very proficient in divination. Ordinary fortune tellers can never count their own lives, but Song Huaichen can. When he was in Qiongyuan, Song Huaichen even demonstrated to Lu Tingyun because of boredom, that his life is a continuous line. The endless vast river, with no end in sight, stretches infinitely.

The hexagram that Song Huaichen carried on Lu Tingyun's back was Lu Tingyun.

The time was after they arrived in the mortal world, and Lu Tingyun did a few big things with his own concept of good and evil.

"Too rigid is easy to break."

Lu Tingyun doesn't leave room for things, he easily provokes cause and effect, and his life will not last long.

But Lord Qingming died, and Lu Tingyun was still alive.

Because Song Huaichen kept correcting Lu Tingyun's behavior after getting the results. For example, when Lu Tingyun killed the dragon, Song Huaichen snatched the dragon's soul, leaving him with a glimmer of life.

"It doesn't look like anything, does it?" The one who told Lu Tingyun everything was the little boy Song Huaichen took in after leaving Qiongyuan.When he said these words to Lu Tingyun, the little boy had already grown into an adult, "Master Lu, you know how fast your sword is, why Qing Mingjun was able to snatch a few pieces of that dragon under your sword?" Remnant soul? Is it because he knows you and is familiar with you, and his cultivation level is higher than yours?"

"neither."

"Every time he makes a move, it is done by divination. He has to be foolproof in matters related to you. Lord Qing Ming stepped in again and again, so that the cause and effect do not fall on your head. It’s a change of fate against the sky.”

"Change your fate against the heavens, the heavens will not allow it."

Song Huaichen knew that he would die, so he stopped divination for himself.He was afraid that after his death, no one would take care of Lu Tingyun's aftermath, and that Lu Tingyun would not be able to escape death, so he threw the keel into the mortal world, made a bet with Lu Tingyun, taught him that the world is not black and white, and forced him to do things to keep a line.

Those people who died for the keel, all the karma of being displaced, their homes broken, their lives destroyed, all fell on Song Huaichen's shoulders, and Lu Tingyun didn't touch it at all.

The little boy told Lu Tingyun: "Lord Qingming exchanged his life for yours."

Lu Tingyun asked why: "Why did he do this?"

Lu Tingyun, who has transformed from a sword repairman into a sword fairy, still has a stone-like cold face and a steady voice.

The little boy looked at him for a while, then turned around and refused to answer: "It makes me feel worthless for Lord Qing Ming when you ask such a thing."

The little boy turned around and left, stepping on the clouds, the wind filled his sleeves, and he looked like a fairy.But Lu Tingyun still remembered that when Song Huaichen picked him up, he bit his finger and was so immature that he couldn't even speak.

It turns out that time has passed for so long.

How could Lu Tingyun not know, he just wanted to get confirmation from others.

Song Huaichen saw the story of him and the brewer from the fragments of the dragon's soul, and became very interested in wine. He brought a pot to drink, but he didn't expect that he would get drunk immediately after sipping it.

Song Huaichen was drunk and wondered what the wine was good for, Lu Tingyun half-dragged and half-carried him to the bed, and then stared at him for a long time, taking advantage of the fact that the drunk would not remember.

The red-clothed and white-haired fairy has an astonishing appearance, and is even more as gorgeous as fire when drunk.Song Huaichen also looked at him quietly, and then told him drunkenly: "Do you know what I did?"

"In my life, I just want to do two things. One is to make you live forever, and the other is to make you never forget me."

Lu Tingyun thought to himself that you have already done the second thing.

He didn't realize that he, the sword fairy who jumped out of the stone, was very similar to the mortal brewer who fell in love with the dragon in the story of the evil dragon.

Because I think there is a world of difference, I dare not admit it, dare not say it.so irreparably lost.

At that time, Lu Tingyun just pressed his forehead to the back of Song Huaichen's hand, and closed his eyes devoutly and contentedly.