When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

After listening to Feng Ling's speculation about the Human Emperor, Jiu Ling rolled his eyes at him.

"I give up, you're in love with me! The main body of the copy is obviously from Lian Wu's memories. He's the one who knows the copy best. You're wandering around using his identity, do you think he can't find you? Whoever is looking for you at this time is most likely Lian Wu! Greedy, greedy, you're the one who's most greedy for his body, right?!"

Jiu Ling started scolding him, saying, "Is this guy just in love?"

After being scolded, Feng Ling finally reacted and laughed at his original guess.

"Yixi and I will continue to sell wine in the city for the next few days. You and Lianwu have relatively outstanding status, so you should find a way to lure Huameng and Xie Ning into the city. We will meet them there."

The wine spirit repeated what Zhou Yixi said in his mind, and then prepared to ride back to the winery with the only remaining empty wine jar.

After parting, Feng Ling returned to the inn.

Sitting in the room sipping tea, the window is open and the breeze blows away the steam rising from the teapot.

Feng Ling pretended to be unaware and waited quietly for the little tail that had been following him since he entered the city to reveal its true identity.

However, when the pot of water was finished, the people who followed him were still hiding in the dark and observing him, with no intention of showing up at all.

Feng Ling understood what was going on. It seemed that someone was curious about the treasure and sent a few men out to gather information.

However, they are bound to end up empty-handed. The treasure is just an excuse. They will probably not get anything after all their hard work.

Feng Ling didn't plan to continue sitting in front of the window to enjoy the cool breeze until the little tail appeared.

It was the end of autumn. As the sky gradually darkened, the temperature began to drop. Feng Ling got up, closed the window, and lit the candles in the house.

But it was this series of actions that aroused suspicion among observers.

Lian Wu comes from an extremely cold place in a secret realm and is not afraid of the cold wind at all. Moreover, everyone in the world knows that Lian Wu has many treasures in his hands, and there are countless night pearls alone. Why would he light candles indoors?

Out of suspicion, several people quietly approached the inn. When they approached the window, a feather arrow pierced through the wooden wall and stabbed into the observer's abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, several feather arrows pierced through his limbs, making it impossible for him to escape.

Another person in the group was about to escape, but at the moment he turned around, he was pierced by a feather arrow from the back of the head, and the tip finally emerged from between his eyebrows, and he died on the spot.

Feng Ling tied up the still-living one like a dumpling, dragged him into the inn through the window, and stuffed a whole large teacup into his mouth. Just in case, he also cast a formation nearby to block out the sound.

Although he was also born in such a world, Feng Ling hardly learned anything here. He lived in the city with the city lord all year round. However, he often couldn't help but want to see Lian Wu, so he always looked for opportunities to sneak over and take a look.

But he only took a look. He didn't learn any of the various formations and martial arts. He only learned some other things from Su Ningzheng.

I learned this formation from Lianwu during my break. Although the effect is far inferior to Lianwu's, it has been completed at least.

As for the other body, it was obviously impossible to just throw it on the roof.

Fortunately, the location of this inn is relatively remote, and there is a dry well left by the villagers in the mountain. Feng Ling searched carefully but found nothing, so he dragged the body to the dry well and threw it in, carefully throwing stones and dead leaves to compact it.

In the darkness of the night, no one noticed this unusual thing.

By the time he returned to the inn, the effect of the formation was almost gone. If he had high-quality materials or spirit stones, even with his mediocre craftsmanship, it could have lasted until dawn. Unfortunately, Feng Ling had nothing valuable on him except for his noble status.

He had used up all the money he had on him a few days ago. The only reason he could continue to stay in the inn was because Jiu Ling, with a look of disdain, funded his living expenses.

Although Feng Ling knew that there were many treasures collected by Lianwu in the secret realm, he had no idea where Lianwu put them.

In reality, he didn't dare to harm those treasures, but the ones in the copy were all fake, so it didn't matter if he took them, but he just couldn't find them!

Feng Ling, who was not in a very good mood, decided to interrogate the stalker.

He used a rag to forcefully remove the cup from the stalker's mouth, but the cup was quite big and it got stuck.

After being forcibly pulled out twice, the stalker burst into tears of pain. He didn't cry when his hands and feet were pierced, but the torture and humiliation were a bit too strong now.

After finally taking the cup out, the stalker's mouth corners were already red, swollen and broken.

He cursed with tears and snot, "Fuck you! What if you stuffed it with a piece of cloth? This is the first time I've seen someone stuff a teacup in someone's mouth! Damn, you even used a rag to get the teacup. If you dislike my spit so much, then you shouldn't have used the teacup to stuff it in!"

Feng Ling smiled at Lian Wu's face, "If you dare to make a noise again, I'll put it back in."

The cold face coupled with a threatening smile instantly made the stalker obedient.

When he remembered what he had just cursed, his face turned pale.

He was cursing at someone who could kill him in an instant... His companions died in front of him. He must be tired of living to dare to do this.

"Honestly? Tell me, why are you following me? Who gave you the guts to follow me?"

Feng Ling sat on the chair, looking down at him condescendingly.

"My Lord Immortal, please be magnanimous and spare me. My name is Xu He, and I have an 80-year-old mother at home..."

"Did I ask you who you are? Answer my question and don't say anything else, or I'll have plenty of ways to make you talk."

"Yes, yes! It was a masked man who asked us to follow the Immortal Lord. He promised that if you had any trouble, we should report to him immediately, and he would then give us one hundred taels of silver."

"If you're scared, why do you still dare to follow me?"

"For those of us who do tracking work, five taels of silver is considered a lot. With these 100 taels of silver, we can have a good rest for a while.

Who wants to be on the run in this world? Risking your life to follow a perfect person, you might be killed by your employer the moment you turn around. Besides, those well-known and upright sects, whether they are shady or unorthodox, all have their own spies. Only those who don't want to expose their sect would want people like us who are idle.

The stalker was so angry that he raised his injured hand and slammed it hard on the ground. As a result, the wound that had just stopped bleeding opened again, and he grimaced in pain.

Feng Ling didn't want someone bleeding to death in his house, "Alright, can you stand up?"

The stalker gave a wry smile, it looked like it was impossible.

"Stay still, I'll find a doctor for you."

Watching the departing figure, the stalker was moved to tears. The Immortal Lord was indeed an Immortal Lord, willing to help him find a doctor to heal his wounds! What a kind man!

And he completely forgot who hurt him.