The room immediately fell into a rather awkward silence.
Bang Bang——
There was a knock on the guest room door.
The waiter of the inn opened the door with three dishes and one soup, and said with a smile: "The meals you have requested are ready and will be placed on the table for you. If you have any other instructions, just ask."
The moment the door opened, Huayu hooked his hands on the window frame, flipped out, and disappeared on the window sill in an instant.
Not wanting to be seen means lying and agreeing to cooperate.
"Sit still." Jiye took away the empty cup from Song Ling's hand, turned around and went to the door to receive the waiter's tray, and said: "I heard that there will be a Lingbao Convention held in the city soon. How much does the waiter know? Look.
Your store’s business is so prosperous, this Lingbao Convention should be held near your store, right?”
Originally, Song Ling wanted to escape immediately. After all, Kang Yu had already notified Weilu Mountain. It was not known when the people from Weilu Mountain would arrive in Yecheng.
When the time comes for members of the same sect to fight, Song Ling has no chance of defeating the newcomer.
No matter who comes.
But Ji Ye said that there was no rush for these two days.
Song Ling's injury was not serious.
If the Lingbao Convention happens to be nearby and time is available, Jiye would like to join in the fun and see if he can bring back some healing Lingbao for Song Lingtao.
Having lived and died together several times, Jiye quickly established a deep friendship with Song Ling in a short period of time.
The waiter nodded with a low eyebrow and replied: "You are right, the Lingbao Conference will be held in the martial arts hall on the street behind our store. If you are interested, you can wait in the lobby at night. There will be
The monks from the Lingbao Conference came to distribute admission plaques."
Of course it's not free.
One hundred taels of gold or ten spiritual stones in exchange for an entrance nameplate.
The noise outside just echoed what the waiter said.
Jingye walked to the window, glanced sideways, and saw a group of Wuyangyang people walking toward the inn. The person among them was wearing an orange-yellow robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves, a golden crown on his head, and a pair of auspicious clouds.
Boots, clearly looks like a kid from a rich family.
Not a monk.
"The one being surrounded is Li San, the son of the Lord of Yecheng City." The waiter came over and explained in a low voice: "The Lingbao Conference was sponsored by Master Li San, and those next to him are all from different backgrounds."
The relationship among the monks who are practicing monasticism is very close."
such a pity……
The waiter in the shop said regretfully: "It's a pity that Mr. Li San is not strong enough to follow the path of cultivating immortality."
"Thank you, second brother." Ji Ye cupped his hand to express his thanks, took out two more copper coins and handed them to the waiter as a reward, and said, "I'll go down and have a look later. I'd like to thank the second brother for reminding me first."
Seeing the reward, the waiter smiled happily, said a few more words, bowed and left after following the instructions.
After the waiter left, the lies came back from the window.
He hooked his hands on the top of the window, sat on the edge of the bed, and said: "I have already asked a doctor for you. He will arrive at midnight. He is a mortal who often heals monks' injuries. He is very capable."
Jingye quickly raised his hand in salute and said with a smile: "I know Brother Lianyu will not sit idly by and ignore him. Come on, let's sit down and have a drink. The wine of mortals is more mellow than that of Taoists."
The food had been delivered to Song Ling by Jiye, and two jars of wine were left on the table.
"No more drinking. Li San is downstairs now. I have to buy a market nameplate later." Huayu waved his hand and refused.
There are not many casual cultivators who have money.
If someone like Huayu, who is poor and wants to enter the Lingbao Conference, will first have to be pinned at the door and have a layer of skin peeled off.
"Buy one for me, too." Jiye dug at the bag, rubbed it in the Qiankun bag, then took out ten spiritual stones and said, "I also want to go to the Lingbao Conference to learn more."
Huayu was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Jingye, and said strangely: "You don't usually join in this kind of fun, why do you want to help her buy some useful treasures?"
Song Ling, who was sitting on the bed and engrossed in eating, heard the lies about her own life. She immediately raised her head and said, "I'll pay for it. I went down the mountain to bring the spiritual stones. You don't have to save it for me."
After saying that, Song Ling tossed his bag and took out twenty spirit stones and threw them to Hua Yu.
"Is this thing valuable?" Song Mo poked his head out, looked at the shiny spiritual stones, and asked.
Song Ling hummed and then continued to eat.
She just needs a lot of food now.
Then, Song Ling saw a pile of spiritual stones suddenly appearing on her bed, so many that she could be drowned. There were so many lies and Jiye's expressions changed drastically.
The three monks were dumbfounded.
Even the wealthy Song Ling has never seen so many spiritual stones in his life!
No wonder the monsters are said to be blessed by nature.
"I told you earlier, these are usually used as stepping stones." Song Mo chased his tail in circles. When he got the chance, he panted and explained: "If you want it, just take it. I have this thing."
a lot of."
Its voice was full of pride, and its two silver eyebrows trembled up and down.
In fact, in Song Ling's eyes, Song Mo's tiger-headed appearance only made him look cute and naive no matter what expression he made, and he was not as chic as Song Mo himself thought.
"Song Ling, where did you get this spiritual stone?"
"What's going on? There are so many spiritual stones. The monks below may notice the fluctuations in spiritual power here. It's better to put them away quickly to avoid trouble."
Lies and silent nights, you shouted to me one by one.
Song Ling, who was overwhelmed by the spirit stone, stretched out a hand and said, "Aye, help me collect it and put it into your Qiankun bag."
Song Ling's small baggage containing fifty spiritual stones was already quite large. The bed was filled with only two or three hundred spiritual stones. Song Ling had to carry it with his little arms and legs, and he was afraid he would collapse from exhaustion.
"Oh, okay." Jiye agreed quickly, stretched out her sleeves and untied the Qiankun bag, and put the spirit stones into the bag one after another, "Then I will keep it for you first, and let me know when you want to use it."
Suddenly, a spiritual stone rolled to the foot of Li Yu.
He leaned over to pick it up, held it in his palm and felt it. Then he turned to look at Song Ling and said, "It's actually a top-grade spiritual stone. When did you, Weilu Mountain, become so grand? I've learned a lot."
Spiritual stones are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.
The exchange between these three is approximately one high-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for ten medium-grade spiritual stones, and one hundred low-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged.
The high-grade spiritual stone contains pure spiritual energy, which is only produced in the Qianluo Plain in the far north. It is quite rare. Moreover, because it can be absorbed and used directly, it can also be regarded as a spiritual treasure.
Middle-grade spiritual stones and low-grade spiritual stones need to be refined and the impurities removed before they can be used by monks. However, because these two kinds of spiritual stones are relatively easy to obtain, they are essential items for Taoist monks to travel at home.
Song Ling blinked and denied, "It's not from Weilu Mountain, it's my own."