However, when she turned her eyes, her expression paused.
The door of the Tianfang Prayer Hall was slowly pushed open, and a long-haired woman wearing a light pink chest-length dress and a white shawl draped over her shoulders walked out.
Not someone else.
He is an acquaintance of Song Ling——
Duanrong.
"Why is she here?" Song Ling asked with a frown.
Even if Duan Rong is only an outer disciple, and even if the Taoist sect is currently short of manpower, Duan Rong will not be in this situation. Not to mention, she is the empress dowager of the Qin Kingdom, and her status is so noble. Even if she leaves Weilu Mountain, she will not be in this situation. She won't become a maid in Changshan Road.
"She?" Chu Linglong followed Song Ling's gaze and looked over, her eyes a little confused. "I don't know her. She probably came here when I was running for my life. But also, I don't even know what kind of Tianfang Prayer Hall this is. Of course the people inside don’t know either.”
"It's the Seventh Maid." Wei Pingqiu on the side replied.
Seven maids?
Song Ling raised her eyes and looked at Wei Pingqiu.
This man had a temperament that exploited every opportunity. When he spoke now, he must have sensed something unusual between Song Ling and Duan Rong.
At this moment, Wei Pingqiu only said the words "seven maids", and was deliberately waiting for Song Ling to continue asking questions. If Song Ling showed a little eagerness, Wei Pingqiu would probably come up with a series of traps for Song Ling to jump into.
"I see." Song Ling looked away indifferently and said, "She looks a bit like an old friend of mine, but that old friend of mine has a high spirit and will never be someone else's maid."
Wei Pingqiu said meaningfully and entered the hall with his hands behind his back.
When passing Duanrong, Song Ling looked at her for a while out of the corner of his eye.
She was indeed right.
But what makes Song Ling feel strange is that Duan Rong's eyes are particularly empty, but there are no traces of magic on his body, and his spiritual consciousness is also very clear.
voluntary?
It wouldn't be like this if you voluntarily.
Song Ling's back suddenly felt numb and her feet stopped.
"What's wrong?" Chu Linglong looked at Song Ling's nervous look, stopped and asked.
"Nothing." Song Ling shook her head, put her fingers into Song Mo's long hair, closed her eyes and said, "I just feel that there is a ghost hidden in this place. I'm afraid the ancient owner was not a good person."
The entire Tianfang Prayer Hall is filled with a breathtaking fragrance. Under the fragrance, there is a dark atmosphere hidden.
Ghostly.
It is said to be a prayer hall, but in fact many lives were buried under the bricks and stones.
The strong ghost energy can be keenly detected by monks.
But the ghostly aura of the Eight Directions Prayer Hall seems to be covered with a gorgeous coat, making it difficult to detect it easily.
"Ghost energy? Tu Wen, can you feel it?" Chu Linglong subconsciously squeezed Tu Wen's hand and asked in a low voice.
Song Ling didn't even notice it, but as soon as she said it, Chu Linglong felt that her ankles were so cold that it hurt.
When Tu Wen saw Chu Linglong frowning, he leaned forward slightly and asked softly: "I can, eldest lady, do you want me to hug you? This way the ghostly energy will not affect you."
"It's normal to have ghostly auras." Wei Zheng on the side suddenly interjected and said: "The Bafang Prayer Hall has existed for thousands of years, and the owners here have changed one after another. Some are fond of killing people, and some are saving people."
After saying this, Wei Zheng also followed in without any hesitation.
Naturally, the remaining elders who were held hostage had no room for rejection. They walked nervously into the hall one by one, with Song Ling walking at the end.
Before entering, Song Ling placed Song Mo on the ground.
In the eyes of others, Song Mo is just a spiritual beast, so even if Song Ling makes a move, no one comes to stop him, so he just sees it.
As soon as he entered the palace, Song Ling saw a huge ice jade bed.
The material is exactly the same as that of the room in the inner hall of Changshan Road. Even this bed is stronger. Even if you look at it from a distance, you can feel the chill.
Someone is sleeping on the ice jade bed.
Because they were too far apart, and because there were spiritual stones piled up as screens beside the ice jade bed, and countless restrictions and magic circles were stacked on top of them, Song Ling couldn't see the face of that person at all.
Ling Feiyan and Chu Jibai walked over quickly.
"Sect Master, I am ashamed of you." Ling Feiyan knelt down beside the ice jade bed in a dignified manner, rested his head on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and said: "The tasks you gave to me, I have not
If you fail to complete it, you will even have to give up your position as senior brother."
Saying this in front of the elders is obviously an attempt to win sympathy.
Chu Jibai also knelt.
Unlike Ling Feiyan, Chu Jibai's hands were facing up, folded on the edge of the bed, and he was mumbling incessantly, as if he was reciting a spell.
The spirit stone then dissipated.
Chu Linglong raised her hand to cover her lips, turned her head and said to Song Ling beside her: "It's my dad. He really looks like he's about to die."
People who are about to die will have a look of death on their faces.
The eyebrows are dark and the pupils are blurred.
Chu Ying rolled her stiff neck, turned to look at her eldest daughter who was held in Tu Wen's arms, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and shouted tremblingly:
"exquisite."
Come here, Linglong.
Looking at Linglong, this is how it should be written here. After finishing this stroke, outline the stroke.
Linglong, everything daddy belongs to you.
If your father fails to overcome the tribulation and ends up dying, then you must remember that you must not let your sister take charge of the sect.
Everyone in the world says that there are many crazy people in Changshan Dao.
But madmen also need leaders.
Chang Shan Dao needs someone who is persistent and courageous to be its leader. Your sister is calm and resourceful, but she only lacks your stubbornness.
The familiar voice suddenly awakened Chu Linglong's past memories, and the words lingered in Chu Linglong's ears for a long time.
Dad also made a mistake one day.
She is not that stubborn, and her sister is not that calm.
Chu Linglong turned her head away, buried her head in Tu Wen's arms, and said angrily: "What a pity, I still ruined the Changshan Road that dad wanted to see."
"Everything has its own destiny." Tu Wen softly comforted Chu Linglong and said: "If the sect master hopes that Changshan Dao will be carried forward, then he definitely hopes that you will be safe and sound."
"Linglong, come here." Chu Ying raised her hand with difficulty, waved at Chu Linglong, and managed to say: "Let dad take a look at you."
Chu Jibai, who was kneeling, suddenly turned his head, looking like a wolf.
Sharp eyes met between the two sisters.
"Does dad want to see me, or does sister want me to come over?" Chu Linglong asked crisply.
Song Ling's eyes turned, and after Chu Linglong spoke, she flicked her sleeves and released dots of blue mist.
The light mist fell from the top, drifting and spreading, and everywhere it went, there were thin and dense silk threads. Chu Ying's hands and feet lying on the ice jade bed were entangled with silk threads, and the silk threads finally gathered at one place——
Chu Jibai's hands.
It really looked like Chu Jibai was manipulating Chu Ying.