"It's obviously not full, why should you attack me?"
Song Ling muttered rather dissatisfiedly.
However, there was no way, Song Ling could not let a whole boat of people die because of her, so before the dark clouds gathered, she stepped on the clouds and climbed into the sky.
what is interesting is.
When Song Ling was in mid-air, what she saw was not the thick clouds that were gathering thunder from the sky, but a half-grown man lying on the clouds.
Purple gold robe, dragon boots, white jade belt around the waist, and a hair crown made of meteorite iron on the head.
Look at the eyebrows again.
Her lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyes are like peach blossoms, and her eyebrows are as dark as black.
It can be said that she is a good-looking girl.
"Who are you?" The young man turned his head, looked at Song Ling up and down with displeasure, and said, "Which sect do you belong to? Don't you know that there is someone at the top of the South China Sea? Who allowed you to fly in the clouds?"
Judging from the look in his eyes, the young man must have a particularly bad temper and be disobedient to discipline.
"What are you doing gathering these thunderclouds at sea?" Song Ling asked expressionlessly.
She held Song Mo in one hand and held a sword in the other hand, with a stern look on her face.
"Who allowed you to ask me questions? How presumptuous!"
The young man jumped up, raised his hand and hit Song Ling with a spell.
What the travelers on the longboat below could see was the sky filled with colors like sunset and the constant roaring sound.
"Dad, that sister is missing." Lian'er shivered and hid in the man's arms. She looked around but couldn't find Song Ling, and she suddenly became anxious.
The man immediately raised his head and looked at the tassel in his palm, feeling extremely excited.
There is help.
His daughter must be saved!
Because of this excitement, the man immediately knelt down again and sincerely prayed to God to open his eyes and bless the monk who looked like an immortal.
Song Ling, who was above the clouds, had no idea what was happening below.
Behind the young man's frequent attacks, Song Ling saw that the young man must be carrying a spiritual treasure, so he took a few steps away, folded his hands and folded his fingers together, and his spiritual power instantly stretched into a tall and wide wall.
Countless magic weapons clanged against the wall.
"If you have some ability, okay, if you have the ability, follow me down. I want to see... who dares to break my rules!" The young man's face was gloomy, as if he wanted to strangle Song Ling to death on the spot.
"My fellow Taoist's attack is a fatal move, but I can't protect myself. Is this reasonable?" Song Ling calmly stopped his stance and said, "Besides, I was only there because of the vision in the sky.
Come up and take a look. If I don't come up and take a look, are you going to strike down the people on the boat with lightning? Is this the rule of Penglai Pavilion?"
These words seemed to anger the young man.
He gasped, and a broad knife as tall as himself appeared in his palm. When he swung it, the ring on the knife jingled.
Strong murderous aura.
It was seen that it was flying across the sky, falling diagonally, cutting off a wisp of wind in front of Song Ling.
The reason why it was the wind and not Song Ling was because Song Ling had already stepped away and avoided it.
"Don't hide if you can!" the young man yelled, turned over and chopped off, with a look of anger in his eyes, "My rules are the rules of Penglai Pavilion. If you don't accept it, I will tell you after you win."
After hearing these words, Song Ling probably guessed the identity of the person in front of him.
There is probably only one person in the entire Penglai Pavilion who dares to speak like this. Even Xiu Feixue cannot speak so wildly.
Peisheng.
The young master of Penglai Pavilion.
Today's Penglai Pavilion does not have a pavilion master. The previous pavilion master disappeared in the Ten Thousand Beasts Abyss of Zhongzhen a hundred years ago. For hundreds of years, the young pavilion master Peisheng was in charge.
However, because the body of the Pavilion Master was not found for a long time, Peisheng refused to become the Pavilion Master and always regarded himself as the Young Pavilion Master.
In fact, there are not many things in Penglai Pavilion that require the master of the pavilion to personally handle.
Many times, the Pavilion Master just sits in front of the stage symbolically. The ones who can really influence the major and minor affairs of Penglai Pavilion are the thirteen elders in the Pavilion.
However, because Peisheng occupies the position of the young master of the Penglai Pavilion, the huge sect-protecting formation serves him alone, so his opinions cannot always be ignored.
Song Ling had heard that the young pavilion master had a very bad temper and would always cause some casualties whenever he went out.
Now it seems that this rumor is groundless and has some basis.
"It turns out to be the Young Pavilion Master Peisheng. I am Sanxiu Songmo and I have met the Young Pavilion Master." Song Ling bowed his hands in a perfunctory manner, and then continued: "Please also know, Young Pavilion Master, that I came to Penglai Pavilion on this trip.
It’s not a deliberate provocation or offense to the Young Pavilion Master, it’s just that I want to enter the protection realm of Penglai Pavilion.”
"What are you going in for?" Peisheng asked.
"Kill someone." Song Ling deliberately exaggerated the facts.
For Peisheng, the more bizarre and interesting something is, the more interesting it is to him.
Murder may be considered one type.
Sure enough, Peisheng really raised his eyebrows and continued: "Interesting, not even a mosquito can fly into the guarding area of Penglai Pavilion. What tricks do you have, how dare you be so eloquent!"
What he said was not very polite, but Peisheng's tone was a little curious.
Song Ling turned her head and glanced down, confirming that the Changzhou had continued its journey, and then said, "If you are curious, Young Pavilion Master, why don't you follow me and go to Xianlu Island to have a look."
Such an invitation brought a smile to Peisheng's face.
Just when Song Ling thought he had given up teasing the mortals below, he saw Peisheng clapped his hands and rolled his sleeves, shook off two thunders, and headed straight for the long boat that had sailed away.
call out.
A white light rushed straight down.
What flew out was Songmo.
He was so fast that before the thunder arrived, he suddenly expanded his body and forcibly withstood the two thunders.
Fortunately, Peisheng's thunder is not powerful.
Such a powerful thunder did not even scratch Song Mo's skin.
After seeing the strange phenomenon in the sky, the mortals on the boat knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their gratitude to Song Mo.
"You are ruining my good deeds." Peisheng looked at Song Ling coldly and said, "Even if you tell me that you will have fun later, I will never forgive you for humiliating me like this."
"By saving them, I am also accumulating merit for you, Young Pavilion Master. When Young Pavilion Master attains the Great Path, aren't you afraid that Heaven will calculate these karma for you?" Song Ling replied calmly.
Peisheng remained indifferent.
"Of course, I don't mind if the Young Pavilion Master insists on killing them. But...what's the point of killing these ants?" Song Ling folded her hands, as if she really would not interfere anymore, and said, "What if?
The Young Pavilion Master is really bored. After I resolve the matters in the Guard Realm, I will have a fair fight with the Young Pavilion Master. How about that?"
Hearing this, Peisheng's smile resumed on his face.
He curled his lips and said, "Okay, it's up to you."
In this way, Peisheng turned around and flew towards Penglai Pavilion with Song Ling riding on the clouds.
Although Song Ling has always said that he should save his spiritual energy, the first thing Song Ling should not show is his timidity in front of Peisheng. Therefore, even if he is still some distance away from Penglai Pavilion, Song Ling still follows Teng Yun and Mist without changing his expression, appearing to be extremely familiar with it.