When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

"Dong dong..."

The servant held the ginger soup in one hand and gently knocked on the door with the other.

Before I could explain my purpose, the door was opened.

The servant looked up and saw Feng Ling. His master was sitting on a chair looking at a piece of paper, and the follower of the third master of the Feng family was standing beside him.

"Is this... ginger soup?"

Feng Ling was a little confused. Did Lian Wu go out just now to ask the servant to make ginger soup?

After taking the ginger soup, the servant tactfully retreated and closed the door.

The ginger soup was placed on the table, still steaming hot.

"For you."

Lian Wu was still looking at the relationship chain, and gently pushed the ginger soup over with his right hand.

"If you catch a cold, drink some ginger soup and you'll feel better."

Feng Ling was a little bit at a loss for what to do when suddenly receiving concern. Afraid that he would look a little embarrassed, he hurriedly picked up the ginger soup and began to savor it carefully.

I thought it would be spicy, but I didn't expect it to have a sweet taste like honey.

The bowl he held covered most of his face, but the tips of his ears were already turning red.

Lian Wu's attention was focused on the relationship diagram and he hardly noticed anything unusual about the other party. Instead, Hua Meng saw the hint of red.

Hua Meng suddenly realized that this was the reason why Feng Ling had been following Lian Wu in the previous copy.

But it looks like someone's unrequited love, and Lian Wu seems to be completely unaware of it.

Well, like... a cycad that hasn't bloomed yet?

The city lord, who was watching the live broadcast in an office, chuckled, attracting 001 who was reading a book nearby.

"Are you watching the live broadcast, sir?"

001 looks like he is only in his thirties or forties, but he is actually over 200 years old. However, in the eyes of the city lord, he is still a child who has just grown up.

However, according to the city's regulations, 001 has reached retirement age.

"I must keep Feng Ling's appearance safe and sound, and send it all to him when he has a memory."

The city lord dragged the picture he had just saved into an album named "Cub Growth Log".

"Liuting, after they have recovered from their memories, print out two copies of the photos in this album. Give one to Feng Ling and the other to Lian Wu."

The city lord held his chin with one hand, squinting his eyes and smiling. His eyes looked more like a fox than usual.

The rain in the copy gradually stopped, and the sunlight blocked by the clouds also fell on the earth.

Lian Wu and Feng Ling followed the path in their memory and headed straight for Nanhulugou Village.

The mountain road washed by rain was muddy and slippery, with dead branches and leaves everywhere. The mud and water meandered down the mountain and finally flowed into the low-lying area.

When we arrived at Nanhulugou Village, the villagers were carrying out the cleanup work in an orderly manner under the command of the village chief.

Soon they found two people standing at the entrance of the village, but they did not have the time to entertain guests. If these things were not cleaned up in time, if there was another flood at night, the village would most likely be flooded.

The village chief was a little confused. It never rained so heavily at this time of year in previous years.

Although they didn't like the powerful, Lian Wu and Feng Ling brought a lot of income to their village, so the village chief treated them politely and personally went to the village entrance to bring them in.

"What brings you here today?"

The village chief didn't believe that after the heavy rain, any kind-hearted dignitaries would come to the village to comfort them. The relief grain from the imperial court was sent to distant places to stabilize the people in the border areas, and their small mountain villages close to the imperial court were not paid attention to.

The court did not pay attention to them, so they naturally did not care about the court. They had never received any favors, so they naturally had no gratitude.

"We're here to ask the village chief about two people. One of them you should know is Mu Huai Niang's son, Bai Yan. The other is his good friend, who is said to be a famous painter."

The village chief remained silent, lowered his head and thought for a while, as if considering whether to tell them.

"Village Chief, the various severe weather conditions every year will cause some damage to the village. If you tell us the news, the Feng family promises to help repair the village."

Feng Ling had observed this when entering the village. Although the rain last night was heavy, it was not a natural disaster. However, many people in Nanhulugou Village were repairing their roofs, and various branches blown in from the forest destroyed many fences.

Originally, he didn't intend to offer this benefit, but seeing the disastrous scene of the village, Feng Ling knew that he was the culprit, so he temporarily added this new benefit.

The benefits Feng Ling proposed were very tempting. A few insignificant pieces of information could be exchanged for the future security of the village. This was a good deal, and the village chief readily agreed.

The two followed the village chief to a shabby-looking hut. Next to the hut was a dry well, and next to the well was a withered tree hung with faded ribbons.

"This is Mu Huai Niang's home. The villagers built it for her to repay her."

When he pushed open the broken door, the dust in the house rushed in his face, making the village chief cough uncontrollably.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, causing it to leak everywhere, but fortunately the roof was sturdy and did not leak.

"Bai Yan is Mu Huai Niang's son. The villagers practically watched him grow up. Mu Huai Niang had two children. When she first arrived in the village, she was already pregnant with a girl. Unfortunately, the girl was short-lived and disappeared at the age of five. For some reason, Mu Huai Niang told the villagers that she had contracted something unclean and died suddenly.

Bai Yan was the son of Mu Huai Niang and a village man. The man had courted Mu Huai Niang for years, and Mu Huai Niang needed his help with her daily needs. Unfortunately, the man eventually fell from a mountain and died.

Bai Yan was a well-behaved child. Perhaps influenced by Mu Huai Niang, he particularly loved playing music. However, there were no decent musicians in the village, so the villagers didn't want to bury his hobby, so they pooled some money for him and sent him away to study.

After that, no one heard from him for many years until a few years ago, when A Kui, who went to the capital to sell medicine, brought news that Bai Yan had become a great musician and was playing music in Yunming Tower.

You in the capital should also know what happened later. I didn't expect that he was also a child with such a tragic fate.

As for the painter you mentioned, I seem to have seen him before when I went to the city to see Bai Yan. His name seems to be..."

The village chief frowned and thought for a while. Too much time had passed and he couldn't remember the other person's name for a moment.

Lian Wu and Feng Ling were not in a hurry. Since the village chief had met the other party, it meant that the painter was not a rumor. He might still be in the capital.

"Look at me, an old fool, but I finally remembered. The painter's name is Hua Meng."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lian Wu and Feng Ling looked at each other in surprise. They had been looking for the person everywhere, but they didn't expect that the person was right next to them.

But Huameng had no previous memory of this identity, only a small amount of identity information given by the system.