"Be honest." Song Ling picked up Song Mo and held it in her arms without stopping, saying, "Unless I'm really at the end of my rope, I won't reach that point."
Follow me to the Abyss of Beasts...
Do you want Song Ling to be a monster?
If a good person wants to be a monster, she won't do it.
Song Mo snorted and asked: "Is it a good idea to fake your death and leave your spiritual consciousness out of the body? Have you ever thought about how difficult and dangerous it is to walk outside with your spiritual consciousness? What happened to you on the way to Liang Kingdom? Don’t you know how many life-and-death crises you have endured?”
That's it, still with the help of Silent Night and False Language.
"I understand." Song Ling said with firm eyes: "But the clearer I become, the more I understand the importance of cultivation. The Abyss of Beasts is suitable for you, but not for me. When I went there, I either endured hardship and hoped for the best. Breakthrough in cultivation or lose it."
A sentence that suits you, but not me, made Song Mo stunned.
yes……
It is not the same kind as her.
Several years of companionship gave Song Mo an illusion, an illusion of sympathy for each other.
Sensing that Song Mo was a little frustrated, Song Ling stepped into the Qinzheng Hall and comforted it: "What I just said is just that, you don't have to feel disappointed, and you and I are not the same people. The mistakes we made together are just forced by our livelihood. In the future, when we are successful in our cultivation, we will each go our separate ways, and we will not conflict with each other."
Song Mo was not comforted.
"Aunt... Immortal Song?" Song Zhen looked up and saw Song Ling coming over. He was a little happy. He quickly put down the memorial in his hand and stood up. He said, "Do you have anything to tell me? Let the palace servants from Yunxuan Pavilion come over. That’s it, why do you have to come in person?”
Song Ling meant it and bowed, then lowered his eyes and replied: "I do have something to ask of you, and I hope your majesty will agree."
Seeing Song Ling's serious face, Song Zhen was slightly startled and said, "Song, Immortal, there is no need to be polite. If you have anything to say, just say it. You and I are not outsiders, but if you have any request, I will do my best to help you."
Said very sincerely.
But Song Ling knew that this sincerity was based on the premise that she was useful.
If she is just a corpse with no senses, it is still unclear what the emperor Song Zhen's attitude will be.
"Did your Majesty see the thunder outside the palace?" Song Ling asked.
Song Zhen turned his head and glanced outside the Qinzheng Palace, nodded and replied: "I saw it, the palace people told me before, it looks like the sky is going to change... Why, this thunder has something to do with Immortal Song?"
In the latter sentence, Song Zhen had already vaguely felt something.
"Yes, it has something to do with me." Song Ling admitted, and hurriedly explained: "But don't worry, Your Majesty, this thunder will not hurt you and your people, it is just aimed at me."
After hearing this, Song Zhen's face became better.
"So, I have something to ask for." Song Ling's hand hanging by his side clenched and loosened, then loosened and clenched again, and finally said: "I hope your majesty can help me preside over my funeral and allow me to place the coffin in the clouds." Xuan Pavilion."
"Wha, what?" Song Zhen was a little doubtful of what he heard.
Boom.
The thundercloud outside the temple made a loud noise in response to the situation.
Song Ling explained: "The thunder outside is a thunderstorm. Once it is full, I will have to bear it. The best solution now is to leave my spiritual consciousness and travel to the Liang Kingdom to kill for the Liang Kingdom." Destroy evil spirits and accumulate merit, and if your majesty can help me host the funeral, you can relieve my worries about my death."
In a flash of lightning, Song Ling thought of this answer.
Yes.
You have to go out and accumulate merit.
So where can I save money? The Liang Kingdom is so big that even walking around is enough.
"What Immortal Song means is..." Song Zhen hesitated and frowned: "But in this case, Immortal Song, will you have any other troubles? After all, your spiritual consciousness is separated from the body. Of course I have no problem hosting the funeral.
It’s just that you have to be careful, after all, I am not a cultivator and I don’t understand these things.”
Hearing this, Song Ling was a little confused.
It seems that Song Zhen never thought of refusing.
seem……
Even if Song Ling spoke directly without making excuses, he would still agree.
"Your Majesty, aren't you worried that I'm using your dragon energy in vain?" Song Ling gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice.
The hall echoed with rolling thunder, even the tall Pisces glazed lamps on both sides were blown apart, and the lampshades were shattered to the ground.
Song Zhen smiled heartily, waved his hand and said: "You are my Song family. Although you are the elder, you always make me feel like I am looking at the younger generation. How can you call me a stranger when you come? My father once said this when he was dying.
Many times, the old man missed you the most and always said that when his grandfather was still alive, he wanted to go to Weilu Mountain to see you."
Saying that, Song Zhen suddenly stopped.
"Then why didn't you go?" Song Ling lowered her head and asked softly.
Song Ling could no longer remember the events when she was first taken to Weilu Mountain. But she could remember that she was crying on Feiyu Peak, clamoring to go home, and going on a hunger strike, but Yifeng and Changan were still patient.
He coaxed her out of her temper, ate, drank and played with her, and finally smoothed out her temper little by little.
"People who cultivate immortality...if they see the old world all the time, it will make the Taoist heart unstable." Song Zhen looked at the trembling Song Ling with pity, and explained gently: "After hearing the news from Canghua Immortal Lord,
After saying these words, the imperial grandfather stopped thinking about visiting you. He thought that since you have entered the Taoist sect, he should not hinder your progress."
Meow!
Song Mo jumped to the ground.
It turned back and watched with some confusion as Song Ling suddenly covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Song Ling, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Do you feel pain? Song Ling, why does my heart hurt? When did we have the same feeling?"
Song Mo asked one question after another in confusion.
When Song Ling's tears fell to the ground, Song Mo felt that the tip of his nose was sore, his heart seemed to be split, and he felt a helpless dull pain.
"Song Immortal..." Song Zhen squatted in front of Song Ling, put his hand on her shoulders, and said softly: "This is your home, your forever home. No matter what happens, as long as I, the descendant of the Song family, are still here, you
You can always do whatever you want here.”
Even if it was the throne, Song Zhen could give it up.
Because he knew that the monk in front of him, who had achieved some success in cultivating immortality, was the emperor's grandfather's most beloved child. If it hadn't been for that accident, there was no way of knowing who the emperor's grandfather would eventually choose to inherit the throne.
Song Ling cried bitterly and was surrounded by warm embraces.
She was a little flattered and a little relieved.
"It's my fault, I shouldn't presume on you." Song Ling sniffed and said angrily.
Song Zhen laughed, looked down at the childish Song Ling in his arms, and said helplessly: "It's been a hundred years since you returned, so you're wary of me. That's a perfectly normal thing. But it's okay to say something.
Just do it with peace of mind, your body will be taken care of by me and the monks in the palace."