"Don't say such things." Song Mo bit Song Ling's finger, stared with golden eyes, and said vaguely: "Xiao Ling, you are different, you are different from others."
You are the most special existence.
Because of you, I can survive.
Song Mo actually wanted to say something, but in the end he just relaxed his lips and licked Song Ling's non-wounded finger, then lay lazily in Song Ling's arms.
Song Ling didn't answer, she closed her eyes and leaned on the armrest, feeling the wind blowing by her ears.
At this moment, it is very leisurely.
However, this pleasant moment did not last long, as Song Ling's digging rat began to bark wildly.
"A Ling."
"Chang'an's death alarmed Master. Master has already rushed from Nanzhen to Weilu Mountain. You must be careful not to expose your whereabouts recently."
Qilin's voice came next.
The digger squatted in Song Ling's palm with his knees in his arms, as if he was avoiding something.
"Where are you?" Song Ling asked.
"I'm in Yecheng." Qilin's voice became even lower, "I saw what Zigui was writing, and my intuition told me that I should contact you as soon as possible."
Intuition from animals.
"Can you see what it is?" Song Ling asked again.
The Digging Mouse peeked his head for a moment and replied: "It was like writing a letter. I was afraid that she would sense it, so I didn't dare to go and read it openly. She used gilt ink, presumably because she was afraid that other people would see it.
to the content.”
Gilded ink is the finest ink extracted from the gilded earth marrow. With the addition of spiritual power, it can play the role of secret transmission of messages. This thing is worth a drop of gold and is very expensive, so it is usually done by people like Canghua Immortal.
Use it, and only they can use it.
"Come closer and let me hear the sound." Song Ling encouraged Qilin to stand up and said, "Don't be afraid, pretend to be normal. You are just a senior brother who wants to do something for her."
Qilin really stood up.
The digger became very quiet.
Occasionally, a few footsteps could be heard.
Not long after, Song Ling heard Lin Zigui's familiar gentle voice.
"Senior Brother Qilin? What are you doing here?"
"Let me see you."
"Oh, there's no need to read it. If you really have nothing to do, just supervise the progress of the teleportation array in the city. Many of our colleagues need to use the teleportation array."
"The last teleportation array in the city has been formed. We will leave for the next city in a few days."
"I don't need to follow. Master has returned to Weilu Mountain, so I should go back as well. Brother Qilin, you can just go there by yourself."
Qilin gathered in front of Lin Zigui for a while and found that he couldn't see the paper in front of Lin Zigui, so he had no choice but to give up and turn around and walk into the yard.
When he was far away, he took out the digger and said, "Ah Ling, you won't show me what Zigui wrote, but I discovered something very important."
"What?" Song Ling asked.
"She is not writing to one person." Qilin thought for a moment and continued: "I think there should be at least three recipients of the letter on her desk. After a few days, I squatted and looked at it. I saw the end of the letter.
Where to go and how many people to send it to."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Ling encouraged him a few more words, and then cut off the digging rat.
In fact, Song Ling understood that Qilin was in a state of extreme guilt now, so whenever he found any clues, he wanted to contact Song Ling immediately and let Song Ling see his attitude.
Song Ling mainly focused on encouragement.
forgive?
There is no talk of forgiveness.
Even though Qilin had already awakened, Song Ling never thought of forgiving him.
Because the pain in the past will not dissipate because of someone's awakening. Even as time goes by, the pain scabs and turns into more eye-catching scars, reminding Song Ling not to forget.
The chariot arrived at Rinku City half a month later.
Song Ling's injuries were mostly healed, and there were only a few pages left in the book she took from Heng Yan.
Song Ling finally found a way to help Tu Wen reshape her body, but the biggest problem before her was not how to do it, but how to do it well.
Nine Ganoderma lucidum, exquisite flesh, heartless tears and sentient blood.
These four materials are mixed together, put into the alchemy furnace and practiced for seven to forty-nine days. Finally, the close relatives enter the alchemy furnace to be molded and filled with spiritual consciousness and related spiritual weapons.
After taking a peek at the condition of the spiritual veins and bones in his spiritual consciousness, Song Ling suddenly had an idea.
If she can successfully build a body for Tu Wen, then she can completely re-create a suitable body for herself, or even more than one.
And this is Song Ling's trump card when facing Canghua Immortal Lord.
Because Ling Feiyan and Chu Jibai couldn't be discovered, Song Ling took Zhuyu and others to the ground and walked near Lingong City.
After putting on disguises, Song Ling led them to find an inn in the city to stay.
After Zhuyu and Chu Linglong were settled, Song Ling immediately went to the auction hall in Linkong City, planning to gather materials to rebuild the body here.
It's noon.
There were no customers in the auction hall.
A little girl dressed in fancy clothes saw Song Ling and came up to her with a smile, saying, "What do you want to buy, sir? Our auction hall is a time-honored brand in Linkong City, with sufficient supply, even in cities with large sects.
There are very few that can compare to us.”
"This." Song Ling gave her the list of materials and said, "Money and spirit stones are not a problem, just get them all. Then I still have a few things to sell. You can help me look at them and see how much they will cost."
Better?"
Everything is in the Qiankun bag belonging to the disciples of Penglai Pavilion.
Song Ling confirmed before coming here that there are many high-quality items inside. If they are all sold, they can be sold for a lot of money.
Not to mention, the eight hundred high-grade spiritual stones originally promised to Heng Yan could not be given out in the end, so Song Ling was still rich and could afford three copies as long as the price was not too outrageous.
"The younger one's name is Sanhua, you can just call me Sanhua." The little girl took the list of materials with both hands and glanced at it, then turned around and handed the list to the waiter beside her, and continued to explain: "If you
If you want to sell something, the young man will take you to the East Pavilion, where you can consign the goods, and our auction hall can pay you in advance. When the goods are sold, just a little more, and the excess will be replenished for you."
The way to the East Pavilion requires passing through two carved verandas.
Sanhua was a talkative and told Song Ling a lot about the rules of the auction house along the way, but fortunately she was cute and had a sweet voice, so she was not annoying.
Outside the East Pavilion, Sanhua put the bracelet representing her in Song Ling's hand, and then led Song Ling to a long mahogany table.
Sitting behind the long table was an old man in a robe with white beard and hair.
The old man was obviously very familiar with Sanhua. He greeted her with a smile and saluted Song Ling.
"Please put the items you want to consign here, and the salesperson will register them for you. The salesperson will estimate a rough price based on your items."