At this moment, the moonlight was blocked by a cloud, and the river surface became dark again.

He Ling picked up the wine glass and glanced at Song Yu, who was lying on the table with two red cheeks. She had planned to save her and then put her on the shore, but judging from the current situation, if she left her alone, she would most likely commit suicide. After thinking for a while, He Ling finally sighed.

"Hey, trouble."

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The next day, when Song Yu woke up, he saw a ceiling made of bamboo.

She drank a lot of wine last night and now had a headache. After a while, she slowly remembered what happened last night.

When she stood up and walked into the light, she found herself on the second-floor balcony of a bamboo building. In front of her was a large bamboo forest and on the side was a stone wall. She didn't recognize this place, but she could see a big river in the distance. It should be near the Songlu River.

After a moment of silence, she remembered the woman in white from last night, "Did she save me?"

Thinking of the woman's methods last night, she felt a desire for revenge in her heart, but after thinking about it more deeply, she laughed at herself again.

She could be said to be penniless now, and judging from the woman's means, she probably had no shortage of money, let alone the means to obtain it. The only thing she could offer was her appearance, but the other party was a woman whose appearance was no less than hers. Why would she help her?

But when she thought of the tragic deaths of her brother and Uncle Liu, her heart felt as if a flame was burning, and the fire burned her internal organs.

"Squeak." The sound of a door opening interrupted her recollection. She turned around and saw the woman in white from yesterday.

He Ling saw Song Yu standing on the balcony without saying a word, and thought she was going to commit suicide, so she hurried over.

But when they really met, He Ling didn't know what to say. After holding it in for a long time, she finally said, "Miss Song, I wonder what your plans are for the future? If you want to go back to your hometown in Xuzhou, I can also take you back."

As if she had thought of something, He Ling added, "But it will take some time."

When Song Yu heard this, her eyes darkened again. She had learned the news of her mother's death while in prison. It was that bastard Li Zhong who came to the prison specifically to tell her.

When she thought of this, her fingernails almost pinched her palms until they bled.

Then she became determined and knelt down in front of He Ling, "Please, Immortal, make a decision for my Song family!"

He Ling, who was sitting opposite Song Yu, frowned. She felt sorry for Song Yu, but that was all pity. Song Yu was a mortal after all, and these were just disputes between mortals. He Ling was a cultivator now. If she intervened in the fights between mortals, it would easily lead to cause and effect. It might not be obvious at ordinary times, but once the special moment came, these causes and effects would turn into disasters. This was why very few cultivators participated in the fights between mortals.

Besides, she and Song Yu were just strangers who had met twice.

He Ling's appearance remained unchanged, but her tone grew colder. "Song Yu, I sympathize with your situation, but why should I help you?"

Song Yu was speechless for a moment. Yes, to be honest, she had no bargaining chips to impress the immortal in front of her. All she had were her miserable experiences. Song Yu gritted her teeth. The immortal in front of her was her last chance. She didn't want to give up no matter what.

"Li Zhong is a heinous criminal. He oppresses the people and preys on them. If an immortal can help eliminate this evil, he will surely win the hearts of the people. They will then build a shrine and a temple for you, which will be a great deed."

He Ling shook her head. She did not practice the way of incense and worship, and merits were of no use to her. Moreover, cultivators sought transcendence and immortality, and she already had an immortal body, so this would go against her original intention.

"I'm just a passerby. No matter how evil Li Zhong does, it doesn't affect me in the slightest. Heaven is cruel. Li Zhong's evil deeds will eventually come to an end. As for building a shrine or a temple, I have no interest in it."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade He Ling, Song Yu became anxious. "Fairy, my Song family has an ancestral sword. It can not only cut through iron like mud, but it is also spiritual. If you are willing to help me get rid of that evil thief Li Zhong, I will give it to you."

He Ling passed over the "Slice Iron Like Mud" and thought it was spiritual? But then he thought again, it was just an ordinary mortal weapon, probably stained with some spiritual energy, so he could say it was spiritual.

"Where is the sword now?"

Song Yu was silent for a while, and then he said, "The sword is with my brother. It should be in Li Zhong's house now."

"So there's no way you can actually pay me anything, right?"

Song Yu was a little unwilling, but he could only nod.

He Ling didn't say anything. She could understand Song Yu's mood at the moment, but understanding didn't mean she would help her.

"Get up first."

Song Yu's face was a little pale, but there was no point in kneeling down at this time. She supported her body with her hands and then slowly climbed up. Song Yu's body was a little weak, and she was soaked in cold water last night. Although she was rescued by He Ling, she still needed time to rest.

Since He Ling had rescued the person, she didn't intend to give up just like that. Song Yu's body was too weak to be replenished, and she couldn't give Song Yu any healing pills. Qing'er would also need some time, so He Ling planned to take care of Song Yu for a while. After Qing'er completed her breakthrough, she would send her back to her hometown in Xuzhou, or somewhere else. Of course, it wouldn't be too far.

He took out a white porcelain bottle and threw it to Song Yu, "I guess you're hungry too. This thing is called Bigu Pill. Eat one and you won't be hungry for ten days."

Song Yu took the porcelain bottle and thanked He Ling. Her stomach was empty and she felt very uncomfortable. She poured out a brown pill and swallowed it directly. Only then did she feel better in her stomach. Although she was not hungry, she did not feel full either, which made her a little uncomfortable for a while.

Seeing Song Yu take the fasting pill, He Ling said, "You can stay here for the next few days. Don't worry, no one will disturb you. We can talk about the future later."

Song Yu wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he found that the person in front of him had disappeared.

He Ling built the bamboo building last night using her object control technique. Because of her powerful spirit, her object control technique has long surpassed its original power. As for how far it has developed, she is not quite sure now. Using it to build a building is just a trial run.

The location is not far away, only about two hundred meters away from He Ling's cave.

After returning to the cave, he checked on Qing'er's condition before returning to his own stone chamber.

Qing'er's breath has now stabilized. It is estimated that it will wake up in two or three months at most and break through the foundation.

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