It is said that the ancient immortals stepped on the land on the sea. The island is full of spiritual energy and rich in products, making it an excellent place outside the world.
Since the establishment of Penglai Pavilion, Xianlu Island has become the private property of Penglai Pavilion. Although the mortals on the island can trade and cultivate autumn harvests as before, they have to pay a certain tax every year during the harvest because of the blessing of Penglai Pavilion.
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Heavy taxes.
However, despite heavy taxes, Xianlu Island has always been peaceful, with no disasters or chaos.
And because Penglai Pavilion has absolute control over Xianlu Island, no matter whether they are casual cultivators or monks from the five towns who come to the island, it is difficult for them to use spells freely.
Song Ling followed Peisheng to the ground.
The first thing that caught Song Ling's eyes was the noisy and bustling market.
The blue-gray houses are lined up in rows. From a distance, it looks more like a huge beast crawling on Xianlu Island.
Since landing, Peisheng has disappeared.
But Song Ling always felt that that cool gaze was still surrounding her.
Holding the iron sign she took from Lan Yu, she turned into a small alley and saw Lian'er and her father being pushed to the ground and beaten.
The attackers were two young men in green shirts.
Judging from his arrogant appearance, he must be a disciple of Penglai Pavilion.
"Hand it over!"
"That thing has pure spiritual power. How can a fool like you possess it? If you don't hand it over, I will beat you to death today!"
Lian'er was being carried away by another person.
He seemed to have fainted.
"Well done to you immortals. That is my daughter's life-saving thing. If I give it to you, won't my daughter be dead?"
Even if his face was bruised and bruised, the man had no intention of letting go.
"I see you are offering a toast instead of drinking a fine wine!" The monk in green shirt was angered by the man and kicked him on the shoulder, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose. "If you are wise, please take it out quickly, otherwise your grandfather and I will kill you."
It has to be stained with blood, which is bad luck."
Song Ling frowned, fluffed his robes and entered the alley. He knocked on the wall of the alley with his fingers and said softly: "I'm afraid it's against the monks' rules to bully the weak like this."
The green-robed monk turned around when he heard the sound, his eyes turned joking, and he said teasingly: "Oh, beauty, do you want to fight against injustice? Don't even look where this is, this is Xianlu Island! On this Xianlu Island
Come on, we, the disciples of Penglai Pavilion, are the first-class masters!"
Another person licked his lips, his eyes fell on Song Ling with sticky eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "Such a beauty, how wonderful! Okay, if you want to save him today, how about you go back home with us two brothers? We
I can comply with your request and spare his life."
Just talking is not enough.
The man shook off Lian'er and walked a few steps carelessly. When he reached Song Ling, he raised his hand as if to touch Song Ling's face.
The man behind was beaten so hard that he couldn't see clearly. Naturally, he couldn't recognize Song Ling. He just kept shouting: "Girl, please leave quickly. I, I'm fine, I can run away."
After saying that, the man climbed up from the ground on his hands and knees.
"Who the hell told you to get up?!" The monk in green shirt who was standing on the spot tried to knock the man down with a sideways kick.
However--
A burst of extremely powerful wind blocked the green-robed monk's kick halfway.
The one who blocked him was Song Mo.
Although he didn't get kicked, the man still rolled his eyes and fainted.
Swinging his long tail, Song Mo landed on all fours and stared coldly at the desperate guy in front of him, wondering whether to bite his neck or swallow him whole.
The one on the other end wasn't so lucky.
I saw Song Ling raising his right hand to hold the pig's trotter that the man stretched out, and turning the sharp blade with the other hand, blood suddenly spattered and fell on half of Song Ling's face.
This is the first time Song Ling has acted so mercilessly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The monk whose palm was cut off at the wrist cried out in pain several times, then drew his sword with his uninjured hand, intending to attack Song Ling.
"You dare to hurt me, do you know who I am? If you dare to be a disciple of Penglai Pavilion, you are dead!" The monk shouted loudly while waving his sword.
What moved faster than his harsh words was Song Ling's knife.
In a moment, the monk's head fell to the ground.
Before the remaining person screamed, Song Mo suddenly opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the person and the Qiankun bag together.
Chew, chew, chew.
After a while, Song Mo opened his mouth and spit out a bloody Qiankun bag.
"You don't have to eat it all, it's so dirty." Song Ling glanced at it with disgust, then walked up to the man, leaned over and used her spiritual power to treat his injuries.
Lian'er was not injured.
She probably fainted at the beginning, so she survived.
Now that he regained consciousness, the man saw clearly who was coming, and quickly struggled and knelt on the ground, kowtowing.
"No need, this happened because of me. I saved you, so it's a cause and effect." Song Ling stopped him, helped him stand up with both hands, and said, "You guys go directly to Qianshui Peak, Penglai
The pavilion may not be peaceful in the past few days, and it’s not safe for you to take Lian’er here.”
"You are kind and righteous." The man burst into tears.
Song Ling, who had been listening for so long just now, almost understood why the two Qingshan monks were making things difficult for the man.
What could there be in these impoverished mortals that was worthy of all their efforts? It was nothing more than the tassel given by Song Ling.
The things are good and the spiritual energy is indeed abundant.
However, apart from allowing Lan Yu to quickly recognize its owner, this tassel had no other effect. Of course, it was the abundant spiritual energy that made the two monks misunderstand it and thought it was profitable.
"After leaving the island, rent a carriage and go straight to Qianshui Peak. Don't stop on the way." Song Ling said, casting a layer of spells on the man and Lian'er, and finally explained: "Don't talk to people casually.
This technique can ensure that you are safe and sound before reaching Qianshui Peak."
After hurriedly sending away the man and the girl, Song Ling took the bloody Qiankun bag and squatted in the corner to turn it over. She cast a layer of concealment on herself, so even if the people from Penglai Pavilion came to find her, they would never find her.
traces.
"Hey! I'm still an inner disciple." Song Ling weighed the jade pendant that he took out of the Qiankun bag in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "If I was really suppressed by Penglai Pavilion and stood up now, I'm afraid it would be...
They are looking for death. Fortunately... they underestimate the enemy, but I am not affected."
Before setting foot on Xianlu Island, Song Ling really didn't know that she was so capable.
After all, even if Canghua Xianzun came to Xianlu Island, he would have to give Penglai Pavilion three points of support and would not forcibly exchange injuries for injuries to break through the restrictions of the sect-protecting formation.
In other words, when you go to Xianlu Island, the dragon must be coiled and the tiger must lie down.
But Song Ling was an accident.
She didn't know whether it was because of her symbiotic relationship with Song Mo, or because she was not a complete person in the strict sense now. In short, she could use her spiritual power casually in the sect-protecting formation without feeling any restrictions at all.