Duanrong had now stood in front of Song Ling. He raised his hand and put it on Song Ling's shoulder, deliberately pressed it down and said, "Don't leave in a hurry."
Just one press.
Song Ling couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down on one knee.
At the same time, Song Ling's hand seemed to crush something, and a crisp sound came out.
Duanrong, who was so proud just now, lowered his head again and saw that Song Ling under his command had turned into a piece of wood, while Song Ling himself had soared into the air.
boom!
A strong wind accompanied by surging thunder struck.
Without time to think about anything else, Duanrong shook his sleeves and splashed out a wave of spiritual power like ink, forming a huge barrier with its upward surge, narrowly escaping such a move.
But how could Song Ling only have one move?
Then, countless clouds with thunder flowers gathered near Duanrong, restricting the movement of her and those losers.
Duan Rong glared angrily at Song Ling on the cloud, and shouted: "What kind of skill is using the shadow-changing talisman? Isn't that a treasure given to you by the immortal? If you have the ability, come down and you and I will have a fair fight!"
"Are you stupid? Why don't you use me if you have me? Besides, I'm injured now. Who can fight with you? How can you be upright?" Song Ling lay on the head of the cloud and retorted weakly.
A few losers wanted to stop Song Ling.
As a result, as soon as they emerged from the ink barrier, they stepped into Song Ling's thunder traps one after another, and each one of them was blown up, spitting white smoke from their mouths, and their faces were completely black.
"Even if these things are compensation for the humiliation you just made, I won't argue with you." Song Ling shook the box in his hand, and with a turn of his wrist, the clouds under him were like a swift, drawing an arc.
Disappeared over Pingxu Cliff.
Only then did Duanrong realize that his box had been stolen!
However, it was already too late if she wanted to pursue him again.
The cloud that Song Ling summoned was Fei Yu, a treasure weapon refined by Cang Hua Immortal. Its speed was much faster than the Yun Xia refined by ordinary immortal cultivators, and it could reach thousands of miles away in an instant.
"Trash!" Duanrong was so angry that he kicked the dog next to him and threw him to the ground. He then waved his sleeves and dispersed the ink barrier, turned around and rushed back into the Octagonal Pavilion.
After returning home with a full load, Song Ling happily hugged the Yiqi Pills that she had received, hid on Feiyu Peak, and ate them all in one go.
Before she had time to stretch her body and regulate her breath, a visitor came to the door of the cave. It was none other than Xichen who was hesitating outside the door before.
Dong Dong.
Xichen finally mustered up the courage and knocked on the stone door.
"Who?" Song Ling, who was already standing at the door, asked knowingly.
In her heart, she still had a bit of luck with these senior brothers. After all, it was only a hundred years, and she could develop feelings even if she had a spiritual beast with her head by her side. She didn't believe that there was no relationship between her and her senior brothers except Lin Zigui.
bond.
Xichen cleared his throat and replied in a low voice: "It's me, Ah Ling, I'm here...I'm here to apologize to you."
Click——
The stone door opens.
Song Ling stood at the door with a pale face. She seemed to be in low spirits because the pain on her spine had just subsided.
It also happened that Xichen mistakenly thought that Song Ling was still suffering from what happened that day at Qishang Palace.
"Ah Ling, that day... Senior brother was too impatient. Don't take some words to heart." Xichen's hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and he looked very nervous.
"Senior Brother Xichen, please come in and sit down first." Song Ling refused to answer directly, turned around, pointed at the object, and poured tea for Xichen, "This is the Xuefeng tea from Xiuming Meadow, but it's from last year. This year's new tea seems to be new.
Send it to me, I hope senior brother won't dislike it."
Calculating the time, it is already time to deliver new tea.
The disciples of the Internal Affairs Hall did not send tea to Feiyu Peak. In fact, they still saw people serving dishes and regarded Song Ling as an abandoned son who had lost the favor of the Immortal Lord.
Xichen, who heard the unspoken words, lowered his head and remained silent.
Song Ling sat down opposite Xichen, held tea in both hands, sniffed it a few times, and asked: "How is Senior Sister Lin's injury? I heard that Master used Fengyuan's precious blood left by his ancestors."
No one stopped me.
When Song Ling's life was hanging by a thread, Canghua Immortal Lord wanted to use Yuan's precious blood to refine Song Ling's spiritual bones. However, the elders of the eight sects on Weilu Mountain all opposed it.
This came back to Lin Zigui, but no one said no.
"A Ling...you, don't think too much, your situation and Zigui's situation...are still a little different after all." Xichen obviously also thought about Song Ling's serious injury.
Song Ling cupped her chin, tilted her head and looked at Xichen, and said, "What's the difference? Senior Sister Lin gave birth to Wan Renya to save the common people, but didn't I also break my spirit bones to save the common people? The same is true for killing spirits.
Beasts, is it possible that we can still distinguish between high and low?"
Of course, what distinguishes the superior is not the act of killing the spiritual beast, but the person who kills the spiritual beast.
"A Ling..." Xichen was a little confused.
But indeed, he couldn't refute Song Ling.
Because things were just as Song Ling said, she and Lin Zigui were already close to each other.
"Is the tea delicious?" Song Ling changed the subject, "I went to the alchemy room today, but unfortunately I didn't get the Yiqi pills. Do you have many of them at your senior brother's place? If so, you might as well lend me some and return them to you next month."
Song Ling chose to conceal the matter of going to Pingxuya to grab medicine.
Anyway, the outer sect and the inner sect do not communicate with each other, and Duanrong, who is so proud of his face, will never spread such embarrassing things to outsiders.
Xichen was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "The alchemy disciples didn't reserve a share for you as before? I'll go right away -"
Xichen, who had just stood up, was dragged back to the chair.
"Senior Brother, why are you anxious?" Song Ling rubbed the cup with her other hand and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, if I scold them, they will resent me even more, and they will have to stumble on me in the dark in the future."
In the final analysis, the Taoist Immortal Sect is still a gathering place for people, no different from the secular world.
No, it should be said that Taoism bullies the strong and the weak more than the secular world, and flatters the superior and the inferior more than the secular world.
In Taoism, the weak naturally have no right to speak.
Song Ling's qualifications are not good. In the past, when she relied on the help of the Immortal Master and her senior brothers, no one would bully her. Now that her value is exposed to others, the other disciples will naturally change their attitude.
Seeing Xichen's complicated gaze, Song Ling narrowed her eyes and continued: "Senior brother, if you want to help me, you'd better quench my thirst. If I feel pain, it could be life-threatening."
The Yiqi pills he received from Duanrong were only five, which could only last for one day. After one day passed, Song Ling was in excruciating pain again.
Realizing this, Xichen immediately rushed back to his cave, took out all the Yiqi Pills that he had not yet taken, collected some additional pills, and sent them to Feiyu Peak.
Song Ling accepted the order without saying a word.
Originally, Xichen wanted to say something to Song Ling, but seeing that Song Ling was not close to others after taking the pill, he could only say a few words to ask her to pay attention to her health, and then left lonely.
As soon as the front feet washed away the dust, the unicorn on the back feet entered the cave in a hurry.