After Song Ling devoured her meal, she asked, "Where is Silent Night?"
"Lingbao Conference." Hongye stood up and packed his medicine box.
Now that she is fine, she can leave with peace of mind.
"You cannot stop taking the medicine before. Your coma is probably not due to the medicine. Let me study the specific reason slowly." Hongye put the medicine box on his back and walked out of the guest room.
"Hey, wait for me." Song Ling quickly picked up her boots and caught up, saying, "Take me to the Lingbao Conference. I just woke up and don't know the way. Instead of wasting time looking for it, why don't you take me there.
"
Hong Ye raised her eyes to look at Song Ling and asked, "Do you think I am very idle?"
Song Ling blinked, hesitated, and said, "Then let me tell you why I fell into a coma. How about this? You should have some free time."
Facts have proved that this is very tempting.
"Okay." Hongye agreed without thinking.
Song Mo poked his head out from Song Ling's arms, shook it, his grape-like eyes rolled around, and when he glanced at the red leaves, he deliberately tilted his head to look cute.
"What kind of spiritual beast is this?" Hongye asked.
"The white fox on Weilu Mountain." Song Ling made random remarks.
Anyway, they all have white fur, four legs, long ears and a big furry tail. They look similar, and they are in the form of a cub. If you don’t look carefully, who can tell that it’s not a white fox?
"Can I touch it?" Hongye asked again.
Song Ling generously slipped Song Moti out, placed it in Hongye's arms, and said, "Touch, feel free to touch it."
At the same time, Song Ling glared at Song Mo and warned it not to act recklessly and to cooperate obediently.
Hong Ye, who was delighted to see the beast, gently stroked Song Mo's head. After feeling the soft and soft touch under his hand, the whole person seemed to relax a lot.
The two of them left the inn, turned to the back alley, and arrived at the entrance of the Lingbao Conference not long after walking.
"stop."
The two monks guarding the door raised their guns fiercely and stopped Song Ling and Hongye.
The monk on the left asked: "Is there an entrance sign?"
"Can I buy it now?" Song Ling asked.
"Then it's gone. Where did you come from, you poor bastard. Get away as far as you can. Don't leave it here and tarnish your grandfather's eyes." The monk on the right put his gun directly against Hong Ye's chest and reprimanded impatiently.
Hongye is a mortal.
Even if she was humiliated, she could not contradict the monk in public, otherwise the end would be unimaginable.
But Song Ling has no such scruples.
She flicked the monk's gun tip away with her finger, raised her head and said with an aura that was completely different from the two of them: "As soon as we open the door, we will see guests from all over the world. Your Lingbao Convention... doesn't you usually sell admission plaques everywhere? Why is this happening?
My son has become more noble."
Caught off guard, the two monks raised their spears and glared at Song Ling.
"I advise you to put down your spear." Song Ling glared back, "Otherwise, you will cry later."
call out--
The spear breaks the wind.
Hong Ye was so frightened that she clenched her hands into fists and looked at Song Ling nervously.
Not moving or speaking is the best help Hongye can give Song Ling.
However, what Hongye imagined did not happen. Because the monk's gun did not stab Song Ling, but was easily caught by the white fox in Song Ling's arms.
This situation is somewhat insulting.
"I said, if you don't put down your guns, some of you will cry later." Song Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and said proudly: "When you go out, don't judge people by their appearance. There are many big guys who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.
It can, can't it?"
The reason why the two monks dared to speak rudely was because Hongye was a mortal and Song Ling did not have much spiritual power fluctuations. Otherwise, if another monk in the foundation-building stage came over, they would not be so arrogant.
Hearing what Song Ling said, the two monks were a little panicked.
After they looked at me and me, they finally decided to put down their guns temporarily.
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
"Okay, now let me ask again, how much does the admission nameplate cost?" Song Ling nodded with satisfaction and asked with a smile.
"Twenty spiritual stones and one entrance plaque." The monk on the left said slightly awkwardly.
Song Ling hummed and reached out to touch Song Mo on his arm, causing him to spit out a high-grade spiritual stone. Then, with the two monks stunned, he casually threw the high-grade spiritual stone into their hands.
.
"If there are too many, don't look for them. I'll reward you with them."
After saying that, Song Lingcai arrogantly dragged Hong Ye into the door of the Lingbao Conference.
Song Ling didn't have any psychological pressure to take Song Mo's spiritual stone. If there were guests in the room, she would have to pay some rent. It was natural for her to use the spiritual stone as rent.
Naturally, Song Mo didn't care anymore.
To it, spiritual stones were just a few broken stones. If they could be used to make Song Ling happy, then they were worth every penny.
There are many mortal servants standing in the courtyard of the Lingbao Conference. There is a rockery forest pavilion in the courtyard, and a few golden moon koi are swimming under the gurgling water. There is a corridor on both sides of the courtyard, and there are many luminous pearls hanging under the eaves of the corridor.
When the wind passes, the light and shadow sway.
Song Ling and Hongye followed the servants who led the way to the inner courtyard. After walking a few steps, they saw a small two-story attic with a golden roof and red walls. The first-floor door of the attic was open, and there were many monks in strange clothes sitting inside. They should be
Loose cultivators on the Southwest Yunnan Road.
Entering the attic, Song Ling saw a staircase leading upstairs on the right.
"Are you two waiting here for the casual auction, or are you going upstairs to participate in the bidding directly?" the servant asked humbly, his back bent.
Scattered shooting is to wait until the selection is finished upstairs, and then bring it downstairs for the monks who don't have much money to fight for it. Usually there will only be some junk that no one wants.
However, you can also find a lot of practical treasures in the junk, so there will never be a shortage of people participating in casual shooting.
"Go upstairs." Song Ling raised her eyes and said.
So under the gaze of everyone on the first floor, Song Ling took Hongye up the stairs with her head held high.
At this moment, in the lobby on the second floor, the monks participating in the auction were already in a state of high tension, because just before a stick of incense, eight monks stood in eight directions in the lobby, forming an airtight barrier.
Magic circle.
"Everyone, the last item to be auctioned will be in a moment."
Li San, who was standing on the circular high platform, supported the wooden table in front of him with one hand, glanced around the hall, and then continued: "This last piece is a masterpiece. For the safety of you and me, so
We have to set up an isolation circle first."
Song Ling and Hong Yi, holding their admission nameplates in hand, stepped into the lobby and were not excluded by the magic circle.
Ji Ye in the corner was startled, and hurriedly waved to Song Ling, who was looking around, and whispered: "Here, here."
Song Ling then turned left and walked towards Jiye.
"Of course, no matter which distinguished guest takes away the lot later, the remaining people will need to take Jiuxiang Wuyou Powder to forget what happened today." Li San smiled and took a red one from his sleeve pocket.