Xiaoyu looked at the sound in horror, curled up in a ball, shivering, and whispered in a low voice: "I feel chills all over my body. Xiansheng, you will save me, right?"
Song Ling raised his hand and turned into a sword, nodded, comforting her: "Don't be afraid."
The whole house is now banned.
Song Mo hid in the dark with the ghost baby in the dark spring. As long as someone dared to come in, Song Ling and Song Mo would immediately be pinned down by Song Ling.
However, what unexpectedly happened to Song Ling was-
The silver ringtone stopped outside the house.
Under the cold moonlight, Song Ling stood up and looked at him, and happened to see a white dress standing in the yard outside, with long hair tied high, blurred face, and holding a paper lantern in each hand.
"Little Fish, I'll pick you up, let's go home." The woman's voice was as gentle as a yellow oriole in the forest.
Xiaoyu, who was still trembling, was already unconscious at this moment. She stood up and walked out with a dull look. No matter how Song Ling stopped her, she could not stop her for a moment.
I was watching Xiaoyu walk out of the door.
Song Ling could only grit her teeth, get up and follow her, and cross the threshold.
In the shadow, the pine and ink follow like a shadow.
"Sister, don't give it away." The woman raised her face that couldn't see clearly and said to Song Ling: "The people here have the fate of people here. My sister was passing by, so why bother involved?"
This was originally a warning.
"What kind of fate does it require thousands of people to be buried with you?" Song Ling asked.
The woman giggled, swayed her fingers a few times, and said gently: "What causes and what results will be obtained? If my sister intervenes forcibly, it will lead to evil fate. With the realm of a person who is a cultivator like her, she will not be able to do so.
Do you understand the cause and effect? I think my sister is good, so I didn’t hurt her before, but if my sister continues to follow, I can only try it forcibly.”
The little fish slowly walked to the woman, reached out to hold the woman with a good hand.
Bang!
The gate of the courtyard was knocked closed by the wind.
With Song Ling's hand making seals, mystery emerged frequently in this inch, countless complex words emitting golden light flew into the air to form a cage, locking the woman and the little fish in it.
Song Ling doesn't know who the woman is.
Ran Zhao?
It doesn't seem to be like.
But except for Ran Zhao, there should be no other person who understands magic here.
"I said, if you dare to stop me, I will not show mercy." The woman's hair was windless, and she could not see her facial features clearly, but she seemed to have two lines of blood and tears left, and her face was particularly ferocious.
She used sword skills in one hand and formed a white crane in the other hand. Her figure moved slightly and then she bumped into two phantoms that were exactly the same as hers.
After the phantom condensed into a white crane shape in the air, it began to violently attack the restriction formed by Song Ling.
At the same time, nine long swords formed behind the woman.
Song Ling stood calmly ten steps away, the sword in his hand buzzing, as if he wanted to take action first and kill the woman under the sword.
"It's not time." Song Ling turned his head and shouted in a low voice.
In the huge yard, there are nine layers of bans hidden, and one layer of plunders the woman's spiritual power once.
Boom!
The loud noise shook the sky.
Women conflicted with the ban.
Just when Song Ling thought she would attack, she suddenly turned around and turned her head outside the yard without hesitation. The nine sword lights behind her flew towards Song Ling in turn, intending to block the way.
"stop!"
This time it was Song Ling's turn to be anxious.
Two steps to the clouds, Song Ling raised his hand and shattered the flying sword light, then pinched the thunder technique with the other hand to attract purple thunder and swung it towards the woman. But this woman was like a fish swimming into the sea
As soon as she goes out, she is hard to find her trace.
If the woman was Ran Zhao, Song Ling should be able to see some clues when the fight reached this point.
But unfortunately, Song Ling could not sense anything.
Even though this woman used magic, she still couldn't smell human anger like Xiaoyu and the others in Liuyunxu, and could not sense any spiritual power fluctuations.
In this way, Song Ling became more and more sure that she was a wandering ghost.
"What are you going to do?" Songmo asked.
It attached half of its spiritual consciousness to the sword.
The one who was restless just now was not Song Ling, but Song Mo who could no longer hold back.
Song Ling ran into the clouds and bent over to look for traces of the woman, while answering: "What else can I do? Find her and ask the reason for the matter."
"What if the villagers do evil?"
"Then there will be a head of injustice and debts."
"But what should you do with your merits? You have used your spiritual power here. When you go out later, you will definitely gain something. You don't know what changes will happen to Qianjing Bottle." Song Mo immediately started to talk like an old mother and started talking nonsense.
Worrying.
"What are you afraid of? If that woman really takes revenge on the way of heaven, I will first resolve her resentment and help her enter the cycle of reincarnation." Song Ling's figure flashed, turned sharply, and landed on the mountain.
The sky is still dark.
It was clear that it was sunrise at this moment, but there was no movement in the east. The moon had already hidden behind the thick clouds, with no stars or moons, and the entire mountain was shrouded in strange darkness.
Not long after Song Ling fell—
A warm fragrance swelled in the face.
Song Ling, who was still aware of the clarity just now, suddenly stopped.
"Song Ling!"
"Song Ling, wake up!"
Song Mo's shouts gradually faded away, and the rustling forest shadows in front of him were covered with mist.
...
...
What woke Song Ling up were the joyful gongs and drums and firecrackers.
She rubbed her eyes, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Dou Da's face leaning against her.
"You are awake? You are told to sleep in. We are almost late." The little girl raised her smile and pulled Song Ling up with a giggle, saying, "Just take a nap, you can sleep for a few hours, you really have yours.
.”
"What's going on outside?" Song Ling turned dizzy and pulled her shoes out of the door.
The little girl tsk, turned her head and stared, and said angrily, "What's wrong with you? Are you sleeping in a mess? We'll be choosing a saint later, so we have to go and have a look. If you are selected, you won't have to worry about food and drink in the future."
Saint selection?
She remembered.
The little girl in front of me is Xiaoyu, she is her precious close friend, and she is Song Ling, the daughter of the village chief of Liuyunxu.
"Xiaoyu, I don't want to be a saint." Song Ling frowned, shook her head, and said, "You don't want to do it either, okay? Let's go to Xucheng to go to school together in the future! My father said, as long as we are willing, he
You can pay this money."
"That's your father." Xiaoyu stared at Song Ling with sad eyes.
The sound of beating drums and drums is getting closer and closer.
Fireworks ascend to the sky, countless people danced on the street, throwing the ribbons and colorful silk in their hands on the heads of passers-by in the street, meaning that peace and joy spread.
Song Ling and Xiaoyu squeezed into the hilarious crowd and tried hard to struggle out of it.
"A Ling, my father won't agree."
The little fish's voice mixed with the noisy cheers made it look particularly sad.
"As a saint, you can get a lot of money. With this money, my family will not starve to death even if the harvest is not good."