On the way back to Qianshui Peak, Song Ling stayed alone in her room to heal her injuries.
Chu Linglong was probably eager for revenge, squatting in the flying chariot all day long playing with strange things, either talking to the air, or carving the names of Ling Feiyan and Chu Jibai on the wooden board.
Jiang Yun, who was in the same room with her, was shocked at first.
After seeing more of it, I slowly got used to it.
The speed of the flying chariot was extremely fast, and there were no problems along the way, so it took only ten days to return to Qianshui Peak.
When he learned that Song Ling was back, Lan Yu went out to greet him personally.
At that time, Chu Linglong was placed at the other end of the dogwood by Song Ling and did not follow her, so Lan Yu saw the masked woman standing behind Song Ling at a glance.
Who else could it be?
Lan Yu pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand, and led the way, saying: "Fellow Daoist Song is indeed true to his word. Come with me, I will take you to see my master. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.
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"Wait a minute." Song Ling stayed where he was, looking up at Lan Yu and asking, "Has the agreement between you and me been completed?"
"Fellow Daoist Song, what does this mean?" Lan Yu frowned and turned around, saying, "It's not me who wants to heal you, it's my master. Although the agreement between you and me has been completed, in the end it still depends on what my master will do.
To what extent has he recovered? If his condition is not good, there is nothing I can do to help him."
Song Ling wanted to laugh when she heard this, but she held it back. After exchanging glances with Jiang Yun, she continued walking behind Lan Yu.
Aisle across the hall.
Lan Yu walked with Song Ling and Jiang Yun for about half an hour. The surrounding scenery gradually became bizarre, and the dark stone walls looked like the dark night sky.
There are no lights.
Every time a few people take a step, they will leave a faint fluorescent green footprint behind them.
Finally, Song Ling came to a bronze door.
Even if the door was not open, Song Ling could clearly smell the stench coming from the door, as if the body had been left there for a long time in the summer.
"Master, the person you want to see is here." Lan Yu knocked on the door with his fingers, gently and gently.
After a while, the door was pushed open with a rumble.
Song Ling raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, squinting and looking inside.
There are lights.
White walls and gray columns, a long table and a low couch, with countless luminous pearls hanging from the top, illuminating this square inch.
The room was divided into two sides by aqua blue gauze curtains. The gauze curtain in the middle moved automatically without wind. In the hazy atmosphere, one could vaguely see a person lying behind the gauze curtain.
That's where the stench came from.
Lan Yu acted as if he couldn't smell it, walked over quickly with a normal expression, and helped Heng Yan up from the beauty's couch.
The two passed through the gauze curtain and walked to the front.
"Are you Song Ling?"
Hengyan was wearing a purple silk shirt with narrow sleeves and a round collar. The clothes alone looked very expensive.
One look at the face.
A beard covered the lower half of his face, his eyes were blue and black, and his eyeballs were red and bloodshot.
Too haggard.
He put a hand on Lan Yu's shoulder, with his head down and eyes up, looking at Song Ling in a strange posture, and continued: "I'm very satisfied that you brought her. As for saving you,
Let’s talk about this again after the grudge between me and her is settled.”
When saying these words, Heng Yan seemed a little excited, and the tail of his eyes raised slightly.
"You seem to be in good spirits." Song Ling stood in front of Jiang Yun, raised her chin slightly, and said slowly: "Since you are in such good spirits, why not treat my injury so that I can rest assured."
After saying that, Song Ling turned into a sword with her backhand and stood between Jiang Yun and Heng Yan who took a step forward.
Only then did Song Ling see clearly——
Hengyan's leg was not cured.
As soon as the wind passed, the hem of his clothes was blown up, and Song Ling could clearly see that he had only one foot standing on the ground.
Judging from Hengyan's medical skills, it shouldn't be a problem to treat an injury of this magnitude. As for why he didn't treat it, he probably wanted to remember this grudge.
"What do you mean?" Heng Yan asked, looking at Song Ling with an unkind expression.
"What I mean is, if you don't treat my injuries in advance, how did Jiang Yun come here, and how will I send her back." Song Ling's aura was not inferior to Heng Yan's, and her eyes were particularly firm.
"Are you threatening me?" Heng Yan's voice suddenly turned cold.
"No, I am stating a fact. You know I have the ability to send him away. After all, I am really hurt and I am not in a hurry. If you really force me to the point of desperation, I really can.
It took me ten and a half years." Song Ling shrugged and said calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Song, if we have something to say, let's talk it over. There's no need to use swords or swords." Lan Yu quickly came out to calm the atmosphere.
Song Ling did not put away his sword, but turned his wrist to hold a sword flower, and said: "What do mortals say...? The respect you can't get on the battlefield will definitely not be obtained in peace talks. I am holding the sword.
, you are so resistant, how can you change your attitude when I let go? Fellow Taoist Lan Yu, it is better not to fool me with such words."
Jiang Yun behind him remained silent.
Firstly, she believed in Song Ling, so she didn't worry about anything; secondly, she took Jinyuan Pill before coming, which allowed her to suppress her anger and desire to speak, and she was also afraid that she might harm Song Ling at the critical moment.
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Even so, Jiang Yun's hands were still trembling slightly under his sleeves.
She hates it.
I wish I could strangle the man in front of me immediately.
Just kill him and everything will be over.
Heng Yan saw Lan Yu's suggestive eyes, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and said: "Your injury is not that easy to cure, so it's not that I don't want to treat it for you, but some of the medicinal materials need time to be collected and repaired."
Although Tang is rich in products and medicinal herbs are everywhere, it doesn’t really have everything.”
"What's missing?" Song Ling asked.
"Dragon bone grass." Heng Yan replied.
Song Ling blinked, thought for a while, then took out a piece of brown grass from the Qiankun bag and put it in front of Heng Yan, saying, "No need to bother, I have this."
Heng Yan's face froze, and then he said: "Tianshan Baizhehua."
Snap.
A gray-white six-petal dried flower was placed on the table by Song Ling.
After that, Heng Yan counted ten rare herbs one after another. It turned out that Song Ling had every kind and took them out without any hesitation.
"Just use it. If it's not enough, I'll buy it again. As long as you have money for these things, it's not a difficult thing." Song Ling raised her eyebrows and said.
Indeed not.
This is not how the wealthy Song Ling spends his spiritual stones.
Because of this little episode, Heng Yan and Lan Yu finally stopped talking about what they wanted to do to Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yun was led back to the yard where he temporarily settled down by Song Ling.
"How do you feel?" Song Ling gave Jiang Yun the antidote and asked.
Jiang Yun gave a bitter smile and said: "If it weren't for you, how would I dare to go deep into the hinterland of this medical training hall? But it's okay, it made me see my hatred clearly. Yes, I still hate him, and I wish he would die immediately