One is because there is no news about Jingyu, so not many people know about it, and the other is because at noon, Song Ling, who seemed to be looking good, suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma.
Huayu hurriedly went to look for red leaves.
Jingye, who stayed at the inn, was busy preparing the medicine.
After Hongye hurried to the inn, she first checked Song Ling's pulse, but could not find the reason for Song Ling's coma. In desperation, Hongye could only temporarily agree to stay by Song Ling's side, after all, he had been paid.
Song Ling didn't wake up for the next two days, and the Lingbao Conference had already begun.
Since there was no way to leave, Jiye could only follow Huayu to the Lingbao Conference, leaving Song Ling in the care of Hongye for the time being.
When the two of them went to the leadership meeting, Song Ling actually felt something.
In the past few days when she was in a coma, Song Ling had been wandering in her sea of consciousness. To her, this place was as strange as a place she had never set foot on.
He couldn't find his way out.
Not just the road...
On the first day, there was only darkness in front of Song Ling's eyes. Although she could hear Song Mo's thoughts in her ears, she could not see or touch anything.
"Try to breathe it in?"
"sit down."
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you and nothing will happen to you."
And when Song Ling followed Song Mo's reminder and began to breathe and circulate around the sky, trying to find the spiritual veins and spiritual energy that did not exist in her body, dots of light balls appeared in front of her eyes.
"Yes, that's right, you just have to pretend they are still in your body."
"Last time you swallowed so many spiritual beasts like Ran Qingqiu, you didn't gain anything at all, but those gains are all hidden in your body. You need to use your own consciousness to mobilize it."
Song Mo has been encouraging Song Ling.
He does need Song Ling to regain his ability to protect himself as soon as possible, but it is more about his selfishness. He has learned how to behave in society and his emotions and joys from Song Ling, so he does not want anything to happen to Song Ling for the time being.
One spit and one take.
Thousands of brilliance suddenly unfolded before Song Ling's eyes, like splashing ink, and in the blink of an eye he drew thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, towering mountains, flying springs and hanging peaks, gurgling creeks, and green mist of wild bamboos.
Seeing such a scene suddenly, Song Ling was in a daze for a moment. She sighed, stood up, looked around, and asked with a little surprise: "Is this... still my sea of consciousness?"
Indeed, in Song Ling's sea of consciousness, although the scenery was beautiful, it lacked a trace of truth.
What appeared in front of Song Ling at this moment was spring and scenery comparable to the mountains and rivers of the earthly world, making people subconsciously think that they had arrived in the real world.
"Of course it's your sea of consciousness, but it's not just." Song Mo replied
Song Mo briefly transformed into a human form and followed Song Ling. While leading her forward, he said: "After your spiritual bones and spiritual veins were destroyed, the sea of consciousness collapsed, and it will be difficult to have the same scene as before. So.
, the land outside the boundary has merged with the sea of consciousness under your guidance."
There is soft earth under your feet, and you can smell the faint fragrance of green grass on the tip of your nose.
With her senses materialized to this point, Song Ling knew that her realm was completely different. Although she was not yet able to form elixirs, as long as she cultivated her spiritual bones again, she could go straight to the Nascent Soul realm.
"If I heard correctly, you just said that the last time I swallowed Ran Qingqiu's spiritual beast, it was not without gain." Song Ling turned her head and looked at Song Mo, who looked like a human and a dog.
"Yeah." Song Mo nodded.
"What about you?" Song Ling asked.
Song Mo stuttered a little at this time, his face was reddish, his eyes were evasive, and he said hesitantly: "What am I? I don't know, I don't have it!"
Deny it outright.
Song Ling glanced at his expression, shrugged, and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, you can swallow it. For me, if it stays in my body, I will probably explode and die."
That would really be a bit of a waste.
But, what is Song Mo’s status now?
vassal?
No, strictly speaking, Song Mo should be regarded as the tenant in Song Ling's body.
Song Ling could neither kill Song Mo nor restrain Song Mo's actions. The only thing she could do was probably to get along well with Song Mo, conceal his identity, and try to prevent him from causing trouble to her.
The most important thing is not to anger Song Mo.
Who knows what this monster king can do when he is extremely angry.
Fortunately, so far, Song Mo's temper is pretty good and he is not the moody type.
"You're unhappy." Song Mo said firmly.
Song Ling nodded and answered unabashedly:
"You are a monster and I am a monk. We are originally on opposite sides. Now, I have to live in harmony with you. No matter how you look at it, I can't be happy. Moreover, your appearance is very likely to be attracted by other people.
If the monk recognizes you, I have to think of a way to hide you."
Oops.
They agreed not to anger Song Mo, but Song Ling couldn't help but tell the truth.
Song Ling hurriedly looked at Song Mo's expression.
But Song Mo was not unhappy.
His eyelashes as long as crow feathers fluttered, and his bright red lips opened and closed: "I can transform into the appearance of ordinary spiritual beasts, which one do you like?"
"Is the point of your transformation?" Song Ling's eyes widened, a little emotional.
"Then what's the point?" Song Mo asked honestly.
From Song Ling, Song Mo learned the seven emotions and six desires, but not much. At least now he was a little unsure whether Song Ling was angry or not.
The two of them reached the foot of the green mountain without knowing it.
"The point is, how can I ensure that you won't hurt me." Song Ling glanced sideways at Song Mo, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to climb the mountain.
The sea of consciousness is now integrated with the land outside the boundary. If Song Ling wants to escape from the sea of consciousness, he must go through the exit door.
What a coincidence, the door is on the mountain.
Although this is Song Ling's territory, because she doesn't have spiritual power yet, even if she knows where the door is and how to get there, she can't move with her thoughts.
In human terms, that’s——
She had to use her legs to walk up.
Looking up at the towering mountain peaks, Song Ling felt despair about her physical strength for the first time.
But there is one thing to be happy about, that is, for Song Ling, the action of climbing a mountain is a kind of spiritual practice.
By the time Song Ling climbed to the top of the mountain, two days had passed. It happened to be when Huayu and Jiye were sitting in the lobby of the Lingbao Conference.
Hong Ye looked at Song Ling who had regained consciousness in shock, and quickly spread her hands to feel her pulse.
However, just like Hongye didn't know why Song Ling was in a coma, she also didn't find the reason why Song Ling woke up.
"How do you feel?" Hongye asked.
Song Ling pursed her lips and replied: "I feel good, but I'm just a little thirsty and hungry."
After confirming that the heroine was really fine, Hongye stood up and called the waiter to bring tea and food.