Tang Ling hurriedly finished soaking in Lingquan and walked into the alchemy room. He found Song Nan standing in front of the stove in the west of the alchemy room. When he heard her coming in, he turned to her and asked her, "Did you do this?"
She used magic power to temporarily build a stove in front of the west wall of the alchemy room. On the stove, there were pots, pans, and all kinds of ingredients and seasonings.
Tang Ling was a little embarrassed to modify the cave without anyone's consent, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "I originally didn't want to build a stove, but senior brother... you have not fully recovered your spiritual power, and you have been unconscious for too long. My medical skills
It’s superficial, and I couldn’t find out the reason for your spiritual power disappearing. I was afraid that if you could only survive with elixirs, your current body wouldn’t be able to bear it, so I tried to make some meals.”
In fact, Song Nan's current body is just like that of a mortal. If he takes too much of the cultivator's elixir, he may be unable to withstand it and explode to death.
Tang Ling was afraid that Song Nan would feel uncomfortable if he knew about this situation, so he just said that his spiritual power had not recovered yet.
Little did he know that Song Nan had known about his physical condition for a long time.
It was also because of this that he was seriously injured at that time, and he only had time to use his remaining spiritual power to send out a short cry for help, and even the spiritual power was exhausted before he could finish it.
It seemed that it was the cry for help he used through the telescope before he fell into coma that had the effect.
Tang Ling was actually able to find him with just that short cry, which couldn't even be called a cry for help.
Song Nan suddenly remembered that he was on the cliff of the Ninth Peak a few years ago. At that time, he was attacked by a salamander and almost fell off the cliff. It was Tang Ling who saved him.
How many years has it been?
Ever since he was rescued by Lu Qingfeng when he was a child in his previous life, no one has come down from the sky to save him in times of crisis.
Thinking of Lu Qingfeng, Song Nan clenched his fists unconsciously.
"That's it." He looked at the rice porridge in the pot, "No wonder it doesn't look like the portion for one person."
As he said that, he wanted to pick up a bowl, but Tang Ling stopped him in a hurry.
"The taste... is not good. My cooking is not delicious. Senior brother has tasted it before." Tang Ling was a little stunned and scratched his temples with his index finger.
To be honest, her cooking skills are... not very good.
In the past, in Lingxian School, every New Year's Eve dinner was supported by Yao Yao's cooking skills.
During this period, I tried my best to collect some recipes that were good for patients, tried cooking, and got burned several times.
However, there was excellent burn medicine in the storage bag, and her recovery ability was very strong, so the traces disappeared quickly.
Song Nan didn't listen. He filled a bowl and was about to use his spiritual power to heat it. When he raised his hand, he remembered that he no longer had any spiritual power.
Feeling the empty spiritual field in my body, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He didn't like this feeling very much.
This kind of feeling without any spiritual power fluctuations, when encountering danger, life or death depends only on the other person's thoughts.
Because he had just experienced this feeling in his previous life.
All in all, it’s less than ten years…
"I've been working hard these days." He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, looked at Tang Ling, and said seriously.
During these days, he was like a paralyzed person lying on the bed, his spiritual field was dry, he was just like a mortal, he also needed to eat and expel dirt.
In fact, even if you are a fasting monk, unless you truly become an immortal through cultivation, you cannot be completely energetic without eating, drinking or sleeping.
So Tang Ling took care of everything he had eaten, drank, and had diarrhea in January...
Song Nan's face felt slightly hot, and for a moment he felt that the skin under his clothes was getting hot.
"Thank you." He added.
Thank you for saving me in times of crisis many times, for not caring about past grudges, and for treating me sincerely.
Seeing him thanking him seriously, Tang Ling felt a little uncomfortable, "Senior brother, why are you so polite to me? I don't know how much you have helped me before."
She said it carelessly, pretending not to care.
Although in the doctor's eyes, the patient's body is like pork, and he doesn't feel anything even if he turns over and over.
But Song Nan...
Tang Ling saw the slender and tall figure standing there, like a jade pine, and silently looked away, a blush quietly spreading across his face.
Finished.
She hurriedly coughed lightly, got rid of all the distracting thoughts in her heart, and said seriously, "Senior brother, what on earth is going on?"
Song Nan had already turned his head, and for some reason, he suddenly coughed slightly, his voice seemed to be a little stuttered, "Come out... let's go out and talk, this alchemy room is a little hot."
Tang Ling was startled, and suddenly found that his jade-like side was smudged with a touch of red like haze, spreading to the roots behind his ears.
The two of them sat down at the stone table outside and calmed down.
Song Nan took out the storage ring and placed it on the stone table. "I have no spiritual power. Please open it for me first. There shouldn't be any obstacles."
Tang Ling nodded. He had already penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness once before, so he opened the storage ring with ease.
"What do you want to get?" she asked.
The things taken out must be related to Song Nan's injury.
"A golden scale." Song Nan said, "This scale was always glowing with golden light when I got it. It was very dazzling. You should be able to see it right away if you look into it with your spiritual sense."
Golden light?
Tang Ling seemed to have thought of something, and immediately reached into his consciousness and started searching according to Song Nan's description. Sure enough, he saw the golden scales in the corner of the storage space without much effort.
The golden light of the scales taken out was not as dazzling as when Song Nan first got it, but it did not disappear without a trace. Instead, it seemed that all the brilliance was secretly stored after the initial burn.
"This is..." Tang Ling looked at the scales, which seemed to be the scales on some kind of sea beast.
Song Nan glanced at Tang Ling and said, "I took this out of the whirlpool of the Dragon Sea."
——It is precisely because of the mysterious foreign objects flying out of the vortex that has not yet been broken, and heading straight towards the Fengdu continent, that a number of additional monks have been deployed for protection and supervision, especially when there are many monks.
To prevent trouble.
A month ago at the Six Continent Auction House, Lu Zhizhi's voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Tang Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Nan, "What those black-clothed monks outside are looking for, that golden light flying out of the Dragon Sea, is you?"
Song Nan nodded, "Exactly."
"What's going on?" Tang Ling was a little confused for a moment, "Didn't the vortex formation not be broken? How did you get in?"
"This started when I joined the Black Hell King." Song Nan thought for a while and planned to explain the whole story to Tang Ling.
"The Black Hell King organization has been the original group of people since its establishment. However, in recent years, it has declined due to the fatal flaws of ghost cultivators. Therefore, as a last resort, it began to recruit some other monks to join the organization."
"The fatal flaw...is it afraid of the sun?" This was the first thing Tang Ling thought of. After all, in the ghost market before, the products she heard being promoted the most were products related to resisting the sun.
Song Nan nodded.
"The King of Hell is afraid of the sun, much more than ordinary ghost cultivators. The sun is to them just like the flames are to ordinary people. It can cause burns in mild cases, or burn them to death in severe cases."