"What's that look in your eyes?" Song Mo tilted his head, licked his fur, and said dissatisfied: "Don't say that the majestic king of monsters is cute, in the future I will be granted Zen status, and I will be the king of all monsters."
The word "cute" is simply insulting to dignity.
Song Ling turned over and ignored it.
However, as soon as Song Ling closed her eyes, she heard bursts of orchestral sounds coming from downstairs. Not only were there orchestral sounds, but there were also people singing, and some even cheering and applauding.
After a while, the waiter came and knocked on the door and reminded in a low voice: "Sir, the Spring and Autumn Arena has started on the opposite side. If you feel it is noisy, how about I set up a soundproof array for you?"
"What is the Spring and Autumn Arena?" Song Ling straightened her clothes, stood up and walked to the bedside, and asked.
The waiter opened the door, bowed in with a smile, and explained: "It's a martial arts competition at the Eight-Party Exchange Meeting. Usually our place is deserted because no one comes to the Spring and Autumn Arena. Now that it's on, it's lively."
He was holding a food box in his hand.
"This is the shopkeeper's apology to you, please accept it." The waiter placed the food box on the table, then quickly ran to the window and placed a piece of cake on the window sill.
Click.
The array hub was spinning, and the noisy sounds were immediately isolated.
"Who is fighting with whom now?" Song Ling walked to the table and sat down, opening the food box and taking a look at it, and asked.
"They are some immortals from Changshan Road," the waiter replied.
Song Ling frowned.
Why did the people from Changshan Road go up on their own?
"Didn't some of the immortals from Changshan Road take a look at a raccoon slave on the road yesterday? Guess what happened at night?" The waiter's eyebrows were beaming, obviously after hearing some exciting secret.
"What's going on?" Song Ling asked cooperatively.
"Hey, Chief Ling Xian sent people out to patrol at night..." The waiter in the shop leaned forward and clapped his hands, then spread his hands and said, "But the eldest lady found out! When the eldest lady made a fuss, she actually gave Ling Xian Chang a pass.
Order! No, the two of you are already on the ring before dawn."
Song Ling suddenly realized that Chu Linglong's madness was caused by her temperament rather than her partner.
"Then it's definitely not the eldest lady standing on the ring, right?" Song Ling asked again.
The waiter smiled, shook his head and said, "Of course not. The Tu Wen next to the eldest lady is the best swordsman in Changshan Road. With him here, why does the eldest lady need to take action?"
After talking for so long, the waiter counted the time and hurriedly resigned, going to apologize to the guests in the next room.
Song Ling put a piece of snack into his mouth, patted off Song Mo's claws with his other hand, and said, "Do you think the Xuanshan Spiritual Spring is useful for a person like me who is building a second foundation?"
Initiation is only useful for monks who have not yet achieved the golden elixir.
Because of this hanging mountain spiritual spring, Changshan Dao has gained a lot of benefits in the secular world. A lot of secular families spend money to let their disciples enter the spiritual spring for initiation, just to embark on the path faster.
Song Ling's golden elixir was not completed, but the golden elixir was broken.
Therefore, there is a high probability that Xuanshan Lingquan is just a bathhouse for her, which is only for bathing and does not have any improvement effect.
"You want to try?" Song Mo stretched out his paw again.
Snapped.
"I don't want to think about it for the moment." Song Ling quickly slapped off its claws and said, "I saw Qilin and Xiu Feixue when we entered the city just now. They probably brought Xue Pingping here to seek medical treatment. If I attract too much attention,
They might find out."
"Weren't you noticeable enough during the day yesterday?" Song Mo followed the fly and successfully caught a chestnut cake, and sat down on the other side of the table to eat it with satisfaction.
A box of snacks was cleared away in a short time.
"That's the trouble you caused, thank you." Song Ling glanced at it, held her head with one hand, played with its tail in circles, and said: "Besides, Chu Linglong is now having sex with Ling Feiyan
Come on, the most eye-catching people in the city are of course them."
Steal a raccoon slave?
What a joke.
Chu Linglong was not robbing the raccoon slave. She was clearly trying to make Chu Jibai lose face.
So from Song Ling's point of view, although Chu Linglong threw a killing order for her, which was very troublesome, at least Chu Linglong stopped Ling Feiyan, a troublesome lunatic.
right.
Ling Feiyan, who looks gentle and gentle, is actually a vicious and cruel desperado at heart.
This man used to be a prisoner in the death row of the Qin State, and he was only three days away from being beheaded. Later, by chance, Chu Ying saw Ling Feiyan's cultivation aptitude, so he brought him back to Changshan Road. Now he has the human model dog
Such a temperament.
"Pack up, pick up Jiang Yiyu later, and leave the city when the time comes." Song Ling walked to the window sill, looked out, and said, "Just don't get stopped."
As soon as her eyes moved, before she could move away, she saw the silver-haired man scribbling.
Tu Wen stood at the door of the big house across the street, holding a sword in both hands and carrying another behind his back, looking at the second floor of the inn with cold eyes.
He happened to catch Song Ling's eyes.
"Why is he here? Shouldn't he be on the ring?" Song Ling quickly retreated into the room and said with some surprise.
Song Mo jumped onto the window sill a few times, wanting to follow him to look down, but was immediately pulled back by Song Ling.
"Didn't Chu Linglong have two guards? This Tu Wen is downstairs, and there's another one in the ring, right?" Song Mo was covered, and his voice sounded a little loud when he spoke.
A direct conflict with Tu Wen was the last thing Song Ling could do.
So after thinking about it for less than a second, Song Ling immediately packed up his things, turned around and slipped out of the back door of the inn. Because Song Ling was generous with the money, the waiter also told Song Ling a path to the medical center before leaving.
Jiang Yiyu rested in the medical center for a night, and his energy improved for a long time.
Xue Pingping was not so lucky.
Firstly, she took the initiative to leave her body, and secondly, Song Mo deliberately caught her, which caused the medical practitioners at the medical center to be unsure whether Xue Pingping's spiritual coma was caused by external forces or her own factors.
How to do it?
In the end, the medical practitioners had no choice but to stabilize Xue Pingping's spiritual consciousness and add some fine wine to her to prevent her spiritual consciousness from collapsing.
When Song Ling went to the hospital, Xue Pingping had been put into a small silver ball.
"What do you want to do with her?" Jiang Yiyu asked.
Just now, when I saw Song Ling paying the bill and taking twenty spirit stones without blinking an eye, Jiang Yiyu was in awe.
She has never seen any monk who can be so selfless and considerate of others.
For a time, Jiang Yiyu's impression of Song Ling became that of a purely good person.
"Let it go. I see that Qilin and Xiu Feixue are also in the city. They are probably looking for medical treatment for Xue Pingping." Song Ling packed up the small baggage, squinted and said with a smile, "It's useless for me to take Xue Pingping with me.
It’s better to give it back to them so that they don’t have time to trouble me for the time being.”
As soon as these words came out, Song Ling's image in Jiang Yiyu's heart was already a bit like a saint.