To go to Penglai Pavilion, Song Ling took a small flying chariot that he bought temporarily at the foot of Qianshui Peak.
Zhuyu originally wanted to follow, but because of Song Ling's instructions, she had to stay on Qianshui Peak to guard. The two of them each brought a digging rat. If there was any emergency, Zhuyu could contact Song in time.
Ling.
The chariot can only accommodate two people.
Song Ling used her spiritual power to create a reclining chair and woke up and slept all the way. It took almost a month before she could see the boundary of the South China Sea.
By that time, Song Ling's external injuries were almost healed.
He just looks quite tired.
"Are you going down?" Song Mo squatted on the armrest, glanced down, and said, "There is a pier across the sea to Penglai. You should be able to rent a boat."
Not only is there a pier, but there is also a crowded market.
"Go down." Song Ling changed her clothes, stood up and controlled the flying chariot to land, "It's not a good idea to keep riding on the flying chariot. Who knows what it will be like after entering Penglai Pavilion? It's better to save it."
Also, Song Ling wanted to buy something in the market below.
The spiritual bones have been used up in Jiuqu Beihai. If he doesn't buy new ones, Song Ling is really worried about his upcoming trip to Penglai.
But he said that there were indeed people selling soul bones in the market.
Song Ling gathered around and bought almost six spiritual stones, then hugged Song Mo and happily boarded the long boat bound for Penglai Pavilion.
"Sit down and let's go."
The boatman shouted.
There was a child wearing a linen shirt sitting on each side of the long boat. The boy was holding a round object in his hand, as if they were controlling the speed of the long boat.
The water surface rippled.
As soon as the sea breeze blew, the long boat sailed out quickly.
"When we get to Xianlu Island later, we can't wander around. If we offend the immortals, even money can't avert the disaster." The boatman put one hand on his hip and fiddled with the half-man high wooden platform beside him with the other hand.
, "If you want to visit Penglai Pavilion, come to me and buy a pass talisman for twenty taels."
There were almost thirty people on the long boat.
Many of them wanted to enter Penglai Pavilion, so after the boatman finished speaking, they immediately rushed to them with their money, intending to buy the so-called pass talisman from the boatman.
Song Ling didn't move.
The little girl with double buns sitting next to her blinked her eyes, raised her chin and asked, "Sister, don't you want to buy a pass?"
"I don't want to." Song Ling turned to look at her.
The little girl's eyes were full of love for Song Mo.
"Do you want to pet her?" Song Ling stroked Song Mo's white hair, raised her eyebrows and said, "She doesn't bite. If you like her, then you can pet her."
The little girl immediately stood up happily, then carefully placed her hand on Song Mo's back and touched it twice gently.
Soft long fur and a little warmth.
Coupled with the cold and salty sea breeze blowing by.
"Thank you, sister." The little girl suppressed her blush, murmured something, and then touched her twice, "Actually, I also have a raccoon slave at home, but it's a pity that it died of illness last year."
Song Mo turned his back to the little girl and gritted his teeth.
God knows how much he wanted to turn around and bite the little girl behind him to death.
However, Song Ling's hand on his neck did not loosen even a little bit, clearly warning him not to act rashly.
"Life and death are determined by fate. You must follow the time of day." Song Ling narrowed his eyes at the little girl and said, "Maybe one day in the future, you will meet a lovely raccoon slave again, and that will be a new fate."
The travelers gradually returned to their original positions.
A middle-aged man with gray hair put his hand on the little girl's shoulder and whispered: "Lian'er, be good and don't disturb others."
"Dad, do you think it looks like a small fortune?" The little girl named Lian'er turned to look at the man and asked expectantly.
The man was stunned and then frowned.
While apologizing to Song Ling, he pulled Lian'er back to him and said, "Xiao Cai has died of illness. There will never be another raccoon slave who is exactly the same in this world. If you really like it, then I will wait until we return from Penglai Pavilion."
, daddy, can you buy another one for you?"
The little girl started crying when she saw it, but she didn't cry out. She just covered her face with her hands and kept sobbing.
"What do you want to do when you go to Penglai Pavilion?" Song Ling asked.
"Seek medical attention." The man narrowed his eyes a little helplessly and said, "Lian'er was born with a heart disease. I took her to hundreds of places outside, but I couldn't find anyone who could save her.
doctor."
Mortals can't.
The man then turned his attention to the monk.
However, how difficult is it for ordinary people to find medical treatment? There are Qianshuifeng in the distance and Qianqiuyuan nearby. They are all good places for medical treatment. But if you don’t have money, you can’t even think about going in.
In desperation, the man can only place his hope in Penglai Pavilion.
I heard that two new medical practitioners have arrived at Penglai Pavilion. They are not only very capable, but also very kind.
The man then decided to take a risk.
"Heart disease?" Song Ling raised her hand, her eyes fell on the little girl's chest, and said, "Do you mind letting me take a look? Although I am not a medical practitioner, I know a lot about the medical association."
Lian'er turned her head to look at Song Ling, and then looked back at her father.
With her father's permission, she put her hand on Song Ling's palm.
Probably due to heart disease, Lian'er's hands were a little cold and her pulse was quite weak. When Song Ling transferred spiritual power into Ling'er's body, Song Ling immediately saw the focus of Lian'er's disease.
It's really in my heart.
Lian'er's physical weakness makes her much thinner than her peers, and there is no color on her face.
"It is indeed a heart disease, but it is difficult to cure. If you can't find a suitable medical practitioner in Penglai Pavilion, you can take this to Qianshui Peak." Song Ling took out a wisp of bright yellow tassels from his arms and handed it to him.
The man said: "After entering Qianshui Peak, just use this to find their manager. If you need money, just charge it to my account. You're welcome."
The man was flattered and held the tassel in his hands, trembling all over.
Who dares to believe that pie will really fall from the sky?
"You... I would like to thank you for your great kindness." The man knelt on the ground with a plop, tremblingly trying to kowtow.
Song Ling glanced around at the travelers looking around, stopped the man halfway, and said, "To me it's just a trivial matter, but to you it may be a fate that changes your life, so there's no need to thank me."
The Qian Jing Ping shook.
The gravel inside began to rotate as if it was stirred by an invisible hand.
At the same time, the clear sky was shrouded in black dragons.
"Something's wrong." Song Mo glanced at the sky and almost burst into tears, "Xiao Ling, I'm afraid you have to jump down, otherwise everyone in the boat may be killed by this thunder."
Looking out over the sea level.
Changzhou only walked halfway, far from the distance where Penglai Pavilion could be seen.
Others were also a little panicked.
Some looked at the sky, some looked at the sea, and muttered words, praying for immortals or monks from Penglai Pavilion to come and save their lives.