Dust roots [comprehension]

Chapter 89

"Home." Song Huaichen chewed the word, put his arms around Lu Tingyun and closed his eyes, "I haven't heard this word for a long time."

It entered the ears, but could not enter the heart. No matter how many times I heard it, I would feel nothing, but Song Huaichen actually listened to Lu Tingyun's words.

He didn't want to say anything more on this topic, so he simply flipped through the article: "Stay with me. Sleep for a while." He was awakened when he saw the demon in his dream. It was too intense, and the pain in the consciousness seemed to be revived.

Song Huaichen rubbed his cheek against the side of Lu Tingyun's face, and made an unpleasant sound in his throat.

"What's wrong?" Lu Tingyun asked him softly.

"It hurts, my head hurts." Song Huaichen said vaguely, his eyes were still closed, and thin beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

Lu Tingyun propped up his body, glanced at Song Huaichen and was about to lift the bed curtain, Song Huaichen, who had his eyes closed, pressed him down with force.

I don't know how many times the bed board was hit with a "boom".

"We made such a big commotion just now, are you going out to find someone to say that I'm not feeling well?" Song Huaichen opened his eyes, and looked at Lu Tingyun with an unbelievable look.

"Desperate to save face?" Lu Tingyun knew where the pain he was talking about was, "You just endured it like this? Did something happen?"

"The pain now is the same as the pain when teething." Song Huaichen took Lu Tingyun's hand and pressed it on his temple, "Rub it for me."

An affirmative sentence, with an indisputable meaning, but also contains a subtle sense of coquettishness.Lu Tingyun's hand paused on Song Huaichen's sweaty temple, but he didn't move it away, and began to rub it slowly.

Song Huaichen squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Tingyun lazily. Lu Tingyun's eyes were sometimes on his finger on Song Huaichen's temple, and sometimes on Song Huaichen's eyebrows. Very occasionally, he would meet Song Huaichen's eyes.

Song Huaichen closed his eyes after looking at it, Lu Tingyun seemed to relax a little, and his eyes finally stopped on Song Huaichen's face.

"Song Huaichen." Knowing that Song Huaichen could not fall asleep, Lu Tingyun just pretended that Song Huaichen couldn't hear him, and called out in a very soft voice.

Song Huaichen understood his meaning inexplicably, closed his eyes and did not make a sound, breathing steadily.

"Song Huaichen, you are mine now." Lu Tingyun's words this time were not as gentle as the "go home" just now, "Don't try to escape."

I really can't pretend that I didn't hear this, Song Huaichen opened his eyes: "Escape?"

Lu Tingyun asked directly: "Aren't you going back to Wuxiang Hall?"

Song Huaichen asked back: "Aren't you going with me?"

Lu Tingyun continued to help Song Huaichen rub his hands, but the words in his mouth had nothing to do with the charming atmosphere: "I am a disciple of Guiyi Sect, and I always want to go back."

Lu Tingyun's strength was just right, Song Huaichen was rubbed comfortably, a little drowsy, his voice was nasal, but his thoughts were still clear: "You always have to leave, transform into a god and ascend."

"Are you willing to wait for me to ascend?"

Song Huaichen pressed close to Lu Tingyun's ear, his voice was vague, but every word was clear: "I have a shortcut, don't you want it?"

Lu Tingyun pushed his head back to make it easier for him to massage.Lu Tingyun didn't feel sleepy, and his voice was sober: "The cultivation base of Wuxiang Temple... I saw it, and I can only become a burden if I take a shortcut." He clearly refused, "I don't want it."

"Then do you mind learning some kung fu other than Gui Yi?" Song Huaichen asked himself after saying this, "You have already learned it."

"Of course I don't mind." Lu Tingyun chuckled, "What is the god going to teach me?"

"Immortals can teach you anything, it just depends on what you want to learn." Song Huaichen responded with a smile, then closed his eyes, "Let me think about what suits you."

Song Huaichen closed his eyes and rested. Lu Tingyun rubbed his temples and stopped making a sound. The regular repetitive movements made people sleepy. After a while, Lu Tingyun's eyelids were heavy, his hand movements slowed down unknowingly, and he fell asleep.

Lu Tingyun fell asleep, but Song Huaichen woke up.The short sleep made Wuxiang Temple's healing formation more effective, but there was still residual pain that refused to go away. Without Lu Tingyun's massage, Song Huaichen couldn't sleep anymore.

He raised his hand to press one temple, and slowly opened the bed curtain with the other hand without disturbing Lu Tingyun.The effectiveness of the formation is improving, and it will gradually cover the pain completely, but when the remaining pain is still there, he needs something else to divert his attention.

Lu Tingyun can't do it, this guy will make Song Huaichen go off.

The soundproof enchantment was sealed on the door of the moon cave, and the screen blocked the view from outside. Song Huaichen sat down at the table quite casually, and opened a book that was closed on the table.

It's a travel note written by this monk, with dangerous scenery, exotic animals and exotic flowers emerging one after another, it's the best way to pass the time.

When Lu Tingyun woke up, he saw that there was no one around him, and the remaining drowsiness dissipated in an instant. He felt as if he had stepped on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.

He lifted the bed curtain and saw Song Huaichen sitting sideways to him, and immediately felt that he was ridiculous again.

Song Huaichen had already made tea for himself with the tea set on the table, and the green smoke was curling up from the porcelain cup in his hand. He saw Lu Tingyun's terrified blank expression, and finally realized how deep the other party's uneasiness was: "Are you really... ...Afraid that I would run away?"

Song Huaichen put down the book, bent one knee and knelt on the footrest, took Lu Tingyun's hand, and looked up at him from bottom to top: "What can I do to make you feel at ease?"

The light in Wanwubingo is different from the outside world, but it also changes according to the law of time. The oblique sunlight is warm. Song Huaichen looked at Lu Tingyun with a serious expression, and the latter suddenly felt sore eyes.

"Get up." After pulling Song Huaichen up, Lu Tingyun could speak properly, "As long as you don't suddenly disappear...that's fine."

This answer is equivalent to saying nothing, Lu Tingyun's uneasiness cannot be eliminated, because it is based on the gap in cultivation, if Song Huaichen really wants to leave, most likely he will return to Wuxiang Temple, Lu Tingyun has no way to chase him back.

Song Huaichen vaguely understood the crux of the problem, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Lu Tingyun, and stretched out two fingers to the sky—an act of making an oath: "I, Song Huaichen—"

How could Lu Tingyun not understand what he wanted to do, and hastily pressed down his fingers: "What are you doing! You don't believe me!" His expression was really angry.

"If you don't believe my words and don't let me make an oath, then I really can't do anything, Lu Tingyun." Song Huaichen wanted to make an oath, if Lu Tingyun didn't ascend, he wouldn't leave the mortal world.

But Lu Tingyun was really angry, Song Huaichen didn't dare to force it, so he was distressed: "How can you believe that I will wait for you to ascend?"

Blessed to the heart, Song Huaichen nodded to himself: "I understand." Only by making Lu Tingyun stronger quickly can he eliminate his anxiety.

"Let's go down to the second floor," he said.

Seven years is not short, and it is not long. If you want to explore the Wanwu Arsenal, it is really too late to wait for Song Huaichen to fully recover. He said he wants to go down, he has given enough reasons, and he promised that he will do what he can, and everyone can't. disagree.

"I won't go down." Yu Chen said that he wouldn't go with him, "I'm here to guard Yunzhi."

The spirit of Ganoderma lucidum suffered heavy injuries in the secret realm, so it is necessary to strengthen the soul, and the aura in the Wanwu Armory is full of aura, which is suitable for breath adjustment and recovery.

Huachi Lou Yingxuan saw that everyone in the mortal world had a cold attitude towards Yu Chen, so she asked Huang Yaoshi for the reason. Huang Yaoshi told them that Lu Tingyun's version was embellished. Okay—you and Song Huaichen are not a family, we are a family with him—ignoring Yu Chen completely.So although Yu Chen was rescued, compared to Song and Lu, he recovered from his injuries very slowly. If he wanted to continue, he was very reluctant. Staying on the first floor was the best choice.

Yu Chen didn't tell the truth about the crowd's ostracism, thinking he deserved it.

He behaved like this, and everyone was more polite to him.

"What happened to Heting Wang?" It was Lou Yingxuan who asked, "We heard that the overseas ten continents are not peaceful these days, what's going on?"

"The ascension monks in the ten continents overseas can be contacted with their sects in the ten continents. The sect burning books will pass on the news from below, and the above's 'decreasing voice' will bring the voice of the ascension monks. Whether it is burning books or descending Audio is expensive, so messages that aren't very important usually don't cross borders."

Yu Chen started from the beginning.

"Last year, several sects of Hetingwang received the descending voice of the ancestor Feisheng of this sect. Let us go to the mortal world to find so-called great talents to support the grand competition in a thousand years. Naturally, we have to implement it."

Those who received the news were all the most famous sects in Hetingwang, and the news from several sects confirmed each other, which further confirmed the authenticity of the content of "Jian Yin".

Competition then developed among the sects.

"Song Huaichen was the first to enter the Fairy Trail Forest, and about 50 people entered the Fairy Trail Forest after him."

Heting looked at nearly a thousand cultivation sects, but only a handful of 50 people entered Xianzong Forest. Some of them felt that they couldn't compete with the top-ranked sects, and there was no need for their disciples to make fearless sacrifices. Intense, can only give up.

"Of the more than 50 people who entered the Fairy Trail Forest, half of them are already dead."

Their bodies appeared under the boundary tablet of the fairy trail forest.

"The cultivation base of the dead monks is not up to the fifth rank." The monk at Hetingwang thought that only the cultivation base of the fifth rank can successfully pass through the fairy forest and reach the mortal world. , they are not without gains.

"Three months ago, the major sects of Hetingwang received another downvote. The ancestors said that due to some changes in the upper realm, the immortal gate will be opened earlier, so the Dabi schedule must also be advanced."

As for how many years to advance, the ancestors did not give a unified standard. Some said 200 years in advance, some said 50 years in advance, and some said that the fairy gate will open in seven years. The difference is very large.

But it was certain in advance, so He Ting Wang wanted to arrange the seats of each sect as quickly as possible, and Yu Chen Yunzhi suffered in this rush.

After Yu Chen finished his narration, Hua Chi counted with his fingers: "Three months ago, it was the time when our ship passed by Hetingwang."

Di Rongshan knew more about weights and measures than others, so he thought of it: "...Don't tell me, the so-called descending voice of the ancestors is a letter from you?"

Lou Yingxuan: "How is it possible, even if it was us three months ago, how about a year ago?"