Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Just when Lianjiao couldn't resist Song Baoling's gaze and was about to tell the whole story, Ye Lanchen rushed over in time and interrupted the conversation of several people.

Uncle Liu came forward with embarrassment, "Miss Song, can you please come with me to the ancestral hall?"

Song Baoling was puzzled, and pointed at himself, "The ancestral hall? Me? Are you sure?"

"Are you sure, is it convenient for Ms. Song?" Uncle Liu continued to ask, his eyes were full of anticipation, and there was a trace of nervousness, fearing that Song Baoling would disagree.

Song Baoling hesitated for a moment, outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, only family members can enter.

"I have something important to discuss with Miss Song." Uncle Liu added.

Song Baoling finally agreed, at least she could trust Liu Bo's character.

The ancestral hall here is different from the ancestral halls Song Baoling has visited before. There are candles in almost every place.

"Are these candles changed every once in a while?" Song Baoling looked at these candles, they were different from the ones he had seen before.

Liu Bo paused, his eyes darkened, "These candles are made of mermaid ointment, and they will last for a thousand years."

"Mermaid ointment..." Song Baoling got goosebumps when he read it, and didn't ask further.

Inside is the place where the memorial tablets are placed in the ancestral hall, and Qing Manxiang and Haenyeo are standing inside.

"Miss Song, you're here." Qing Manxiang smiled gently.

Song Baoling walked over slowly, there were only the four of them in the ancestral hall, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

"Are you looking for me because of the backlash of the blood sacrifice?" Song Baoling asked straight to the point.

Qing Manxiang shook her head, "No, but it has something to do with it, you sit down and I'll tell you."

Song Baoling sat down hesitantly, what should he say in the ancestral hall, "This ancestral hall allows outsiders to come in?"

"This is the ancestral hall of the Wu clan here. I ran around all the year round and built one here for convenience." Qing Manxiang explained.

Song Baoling nodded thoughtfully, it seems that Qing Manxiang's status here is not low.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Baoling touched the scales on his neck and thought deeply, while Qing Manxiang kept smiling slightly, "Miss Song can think slowly."

"I still have a lot of family and friends in the capital, and am I not an outlier here?"

Song Baoling said calmly, a dark look flashed across his eyes.

No wonder they wanted to come to the ancestral hall. It turned out that they wanted her to join the witch clan.

Qing Manxiang was not surprised by her answer, "You won't stay here forever, and I sincerely want to take you as my apprentice."

Song Baoling pursed her lips tightly, and Haenyeo said unhurriedly, "Although the backlash has been resolved, the situation is still unstable. Besides, your physique is special and it is the best choice to stay here."

"If you agree, we can now perform the worship ceremony in front of the ancestral hall." Qing Manxiang looked at Song Baoling with a hint of urging.

Song Baoling took a deep breath, "I already have a master in the capital."

As soon as these words came out, Aenyue showed regret on her face, it seemed that there was no fate after all.

Qing Manxiang was unwilling to give up, "Then I will be the second master, maybe I can visit your master in the capital in the future."

She really didn't want to let such a good seed like Song Baoling go.

Hai Nu and Liu Bo both widened their eyes in disbelief, they didn't expect Qing Manxiang to concede to such an extent.

There has always been only one master and many apprentices, how can one apprentice worship several masters.

Song Baoling was also a little surprised, a little hard to refuse, "I'll think about it."

When they came out, only Uncle Liu came out, and Uncle Liu tried to persuade him, "Miss Song, it would be better if you stayed."

"My aunt usually doesn't accept apprentices, you are her fourth apprentice, and following my aunt, you can learn a lot."

Song Baoling paused, turned his head to look at him, "The fourth one? What about the first three?"

Uncle Liu's brows were tinged with sadness, "People like our family have lived for a long time. Except for the eldest apprentice, my aunt, the other two are mortals and passed away 100 years ago."

"Then why did Uncle Liu put aside his longevity and want to be a mortal?" Song Baoling asked.

Embarrassment flashed across Uncle Liu's face, "I've already lived for a long time, and with Fang Master around, I can live longer than ordinary people no matter what."

Song Baoling's mind was a little confused, "Let me think about it again."

She thought that Lian Jiao would disagree if she found out, but she just lowered her head and said in frustration, "Miss can decide for herself."

"What if I want to stay here?" Song Baoling held her face and looked directly at her.

Lianjiao's cheeks were bulging, tears pooled in her eyes, "Then I will stay here with Miss, and I will be where Miss is."

As long as she doesn't hold the lady back.

Song Baoling laughed out loud, "What about my third brother? You don't want to go back to see him?"

Lianjiao felt a lot less sad when she smiled like this, and when it came to Song Lianxin, she felt a little sad.

"I just want to be by Miss's side."

Even though she said that, there was a look of disappointment on Lianjiao's face, she and Song Lianxin had missed each other for a long time.

If you miss it again, it may be forever.

At night, Song Baoling fell asleep with his head turned outward, his eyes closed, but his mind was very clear, and he kept thinking about what Qing Manxiang and Hainu said.

If she went back like this now, the scales on her neck would be discovered sooner or later.

Suddenly, she felt someone approaching her, which was a very familiar smell.

Jun Tingsheng's hand slowly approached Song Baoling, and when she was about to touch her, her eyes suddenly opened, and she quickly grabbed Jun Tingsheng's wrist.

He has always been unprepared against Song Baoling, and let her succeed without paying attention.

Seeing that she was awake and struggling to run away, Song Baoling knew that he would not be able to catch up with him, and shouted at his back: "Jun Tingsheng! What are you running for?"

Jun Tingsheng stopped suddenly, and touched his mask, which was still intact.

Could it be that Lianjiao and Yu Zikong had slipped up?
Seeing him stop, Song Baoling got up quickly, without even wearing shoes, walked up to Jun Tingsheng with bare feet, and pulled off his mask.

"It's really you, no wonder you can't be seen all the time." Song Baoling knocked him up and down, "Since when did you still play tricks like this?"

Jun Tingsheng was exposed, his face was a little hot, and he coughed twice.

Song Baoling poked his chest with his finger, "Xiao Hei? Selling steamed stuffed buns? Carriage driver? Why didn't you know that you still have so many identities?"

Jun Tingsheng took a step back, Song Baoling took a step closer, and the distance between the two kept shrinking.

This was the first time Jun Tingsheng was questioned like this, but he was willing.

"Linger..." He felt that Linger's attitude towards him had changed again, and the previous rejection and disgust towards him were gone.

But Ling'er would never do such a thing to him before.

Song Baoling approached him and tilted his head, "Why don't you speak?"

"You were the one who looked at me from the beams of the house the other night. What I saw before I fell into the pond was not an illusion. It was you who picked me up."

Song Baoling's tone was affirmative, but Jun Tingsheng was powerless to refute.