"I heard that you went to Pingxuya to grab Yiqi Pills?" Qilin leaned on his chair in an awkward position, raised his feet and said, "Why didn't you call me? I heard that Duanrong has been dissatisfied with you for a long time.
, if you go there alone, be careful and suffer a loss."
"It's a small matter." Song Ling inspected the dusted elixir box, groped around the box with his fingers, and said jokingly: "If I am really dead at Pingxu Cliff, can you still help me seek justice? Now I am
I haven’t exchanged souls with Senior Sister Lin yet, you have to protect me, right?”
It was precisely because of this reliance that Song Ling knew that Duan Rong would not be cruel to her.
Hearing this, the smile on Qilin's face froze.
Click.
Song Ling pressed a mechanism under the box, and the dark red wooden box immediately expanded into three layers, each layer containing a considerable number of pills.
She picked up a Yiqi Pill and was about to put it in her mouth when she caught a glimpse of Qilin's expression that was hard to express. She stopped and comforted her generously: "I'm just kidding, senior brother Qilin, don't take it seriously."
This pause——
Just in time for Song Ling to see something was wrong with the pill on hand.
The outer layer of the green elixir seems to be wrapped with a layer of something.
However, with Song Ling's cultivation level...
Not to mention seeing through it, even seeing it is difficult.
"Senior Brother Qilin..." Song Ling tilted her head and shouted, "Have the beast tides in Nan Town broken out several times recently? Is the Demon King... about to wake up?"
Qilin frowned and nodded, and replied: "Yes, the sect has recently sent several waves of disciples to kill demons and beasts. Senior Brother Ling Ran and Senior Brother Zhaoying also led a team of ten people to go there. But the results were not very good.
Wei, the monster beasts in South Town are emerging in an endless stream, exactly the same as when the Central Town collapsed and the Monster King was born."
"Where is Senior Brother Xichen?" Song Ling asked again.
"He? He must be going too..." Qilin thought about it and said: "There are not many disciples left in Nanzhen now. Except for those with higher cultivation level, almost all of them have taken refuge in Qingshan of Xizhen. It is actually the Five Towns Conference.
It has not been opened, otherwise, several immortals will discuss it and avoid resorting to the current method of filling up the pile of human lives."
What doesn't matter.
How can human beings be as capable as those monsters raised by nature?
It takes a hundred years or as many as a thousand years of Taoist cultivation to produce a cultivator who is qualified to fight on the front lines against monsters. However, monsters only have foundation-building skills within a hundred days of landing.
Can it be compared?
Can't compare.
Taking human lives to fill this hole is already a helpless move for Taoists.
Song Ling could see things clearly, but Qilin, a half-human being, could not. In his eyes, it was the immortals who should be at the forefront, calling for wind and rain, moving mountains and filling seas, and showing off their magical powers.
"Since Senior Brother Xichen is going to the front line, I think he has to deal with all the matters at hand." Song Ling said in a confused manner.
"Ah? What's the matter with him?" Qilin didn't hear the deeper meaning and asked blankly: "He only has the Lei Zhen Sect to take care of. The elders are taking care of everything, so there is no need for him to bother."
Weilu Mountain is divided into ten gates.
Tiangan, Dikun, Lei Zhen, Shuikan, Shangen, Fengxun, Huoli, as well as Danmen and Internal Affairs Hall.
As the direct disciples of Canghua Immortal Lord, Song Ling's eight senior brothers are in charge of the first eight sects. However, among the ten sects, there are also law enforcement elders and respected elders, so the senior brothers are not required to do it themselves on weekdays.
"Yes, but Senior Brother Xichen has other things to worry about." Song Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the green elixir on his fingertips, smiled bitterly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a shame that I was moved when I took the elixir just now, and I was just pretending.
I sent him away reservedly, fearing that he would see that I was soft-hearted..."
Softhearted?
So soft hearted!
There must be some kind of ban or spiritual contract on the elixir.
Its purpose is, of course, to solve the trouble that dust washing has long been most worrying about.
"Why don't you eat it?" Qilin looked at Song Ling strangely and said, "You have pinched a stick of incense. If you don't want to eat it, just put it down and come with me to Lingwei Mountain."
Song Ling rolled her eyes and asked, "What happened to Ling Weishan?"
"Nothing." Qilin waved his hand and stood up with his sleeves folded, "Master said that you should temporarily move to Lingwei Mountain to live close to you so that you can develop a relationship with Zigui."
Song Ling had no objection to this and packed up her belongings very obediently and moved directly into Lingwei Mountain.
As for the box of tampered elixirs, Song Ling didn't eat them, but she didn't intend to smash them to clean them. She kept the elixirs and thought about it. She had to find an opportunity to get to the elixir room and ask around for more information before making a decision.
What to do next.
Lingwei Mountain is no better than Feiyu Peak. There are twenty or thirty mortal servants serving Lin Zigui, and there are also about ten outer disciples waiting in the cave.
Even if Lin Zigui doesn't wake up, the number of people will only double when he wakes up.
The disadvantages of large numbers of people became apparent after Song Ling moved into Lingwei Mountain. Mortal slaves did not dare to do anything to Song Ling, but those outer disciples, under Duanrong's instructions, began to conduct comprehensive inspections of Song Ling's clothing, food, housing and transportation.
interference.
Mosquito bites are not fatal.
But if there are too many, it will really become annoying.
Song Ling looked at the outer disciples who were poking their heads in the courtyard, got up and went over to open the door and window, then moved the books and table to the door.
The sound of paper turning was clattering.
Whispering comments floated into Song Ling's ears.
"I heard that Nanzhen is about to fall, and even Senior Brother Chang'an has to leave the border to bring people over to help."
"Isn't this person going? All the direct disciples will go there by then."
"How could she go? Her most important task right now is to change the soul of Senior Sister Lin, my dear, how could she go to the front line!"
"That's right, and...wherever only the direct disciples are going, the disciples of the inner and outer sects will eventually go. If South Town collapses, none of us will be able to escape, and we will die before the mortals!"
"Ah...it seems that Senior Sister Lin was so great back then. She delayed it for so long by herself until the Immortal Lords' formation was completed."
Squeak——
The courtyard door was pushed open.
Song Ling was listening with interest when she turned her head and saw someone striding toward her from the entrance of the yard against the light.
"A Ling!"
It's Senior Brother Chang'an.
He walked through the courtyard and through the crowd, and eagerly picked up the somewhat confused Song Ling.
"Senior Brother Chang'an... you are out of seclusion... Congratulations." Song Ling didn't even notice that her voice was getting louder, and there were even tears in her eyes.
Changan touched Song Ling's head.
Just looking at Song Ling's tearful eyes made Chang'an's heart clench and he felt distressed.
He sighed and comforted in a soft voice: "I already know what happened these days. Don't worry, I have found a way to help you escape safely."
"That's great." Song Ling felt the peace of mind that had been missing for a long time, and besides being moved, there was also fear in her heart, "I knew that Senior Brother Chang'an, you are different from them."