The Linghu Family, as a God-Emperor-level family, is based in Linghu City, which it built by itself, and is hidden in the city.
In a large area east of Linghu City, which is still some distance away from the Linghu family's mansion, outsiders are prohibited from getting closer.
Outside, the patrolling elders and disciples of the Linghu family were guarding everywhere. Whenever outsiders approached, they would show up immediately to stop them.
If the cooperation is okay, just drive away.
If they don't cooperate, the patrolling elders and disciples of the Linghu family will take action directly, and may even kill him directly!
Because of this, few people approach the eastern area of Linghu City, because once they get close, the Linghu family may be offended if they are not careful.
The Linghu family is the absolute overlord in Linghu City. Unless a powerful person from the god-emperor level comes in person, the Linghu family can not give face to anyone.
Even the God-Emperor-level sects such as Wuyin Sect and Ten Thousand Demons Sect are just on an equal footing with the Linghu Family.
"Although I know the location of the Linghu family, it's obviously not okay for me to come to the door so blatantly... It seems that I have to think of other ways."
After all, he had just arrived in Linghu City, so Duan Lingtian was not in a hurry. He first found an inn to stay at, and then went out to continue inquiring about the news.
"It's not difficult to sneak into the Linghu family... After all, the Linghu family has a lot of servants who come and go."
"However, even if you sneak into the Linghu family, I think it will be difficult to find Linghu Chuyin."
"Moreover, maybe before I found Linghu Chuyin, I was discovered by the strong men of the Linghu family... Although I have entered the realm of the God King, the strong men of the Linghu family are as strong as clouds, and they kill me like scissors. There are many powerful God Emperors out there.”
The moment Duan Lingtian had the idea of infiltrating the Linghu family, he gave up the idea completely.
"Right now, there are only two ways... One is to wait for Linghu Chuyin to come out, and I will meet with her again to confirm her identity. However, this method is not feasible. Even if the old woman didn't know last time, Will follow her."
Thinking of the old woman who followed Linghu Chuyin he met in Junlin City, a look of fear appeared on Duan Lingtian's face.
That is a powerful God Emperor. Even with his current strength, he is absolutely impossible to match.
"Secondly, to get to know someone from the Linghu family, it is best to be a direct descendant with a certain status... In this way, I can follow him into the Linghu family openly. In this case, as a direct descendant of the Linghu family, I My friends will naturally not be targeted by the strong men of the Linghu family."
"In fact, as long as the direct descendant is willing to help, it shouldn't be difficult to meet Linghu Hatsune."
In the end, Duan Lingtian did not choose to take the risk, but began to ask around for information and learn about the direct descendants of the Linghu family.
Half a month later, he spotted someone.
The fourth son of the current head of the Linghu family, Linghu Yun.
Linghu Yun is just an Immortal Emperor of the Ten Directions, but it is said that he has no chance of becoming a god because he is injured in his body and cannot continue to practice. He will remain an Immortal Emperor of the Ten Directions throughout his life.
The injuries in his body were caused by his father, the current head of the Linghu family, who used his body to block a fatal blow for his father.
Because of this, he saved his father's life at the cost of serious injury.
After that incident, even though Linghu Yun's cultivation was mediocre, the current head of the Linghu family loved him the most.
The other direct descendants of the Linghu family also took great care of Linghu Yun in order to please the head of the Linghu family.
Of course, there is another and most important reason why they are good to Linghu Yun:
Linghu Yun, because of his stagnant cultivation, was destined to be unable to compete with them for the position of the next generation head of the Linghu family.
There is no interest relationship, they are brothers, and being nice to Linghu Yun can also please the current head of the family, so they are stupid to not be nice to Linghu Yun.
"Linghu Yun, because he couldn't improve his cultivation, he almost didn't waste any time practicing... His biggest hobby is to listen to stories at a teahouse in Linghu City."
There is a teahouse in Linghu City, and every few days, someone will tell stories there, similar to Duan Lingtian's storytelling in his previous life.
In fact, this teahouse is the property of the Linghu family, and it was opened for Linghu Yun.
The purpose was to provide Linghu Yun with a place to listen to stories.
The tea house only had some tea business income, which was so small that it was not even enough to maintain the operation of the tea house, but it has been open for thousands of years.
…
Yunlou is a teahouse opened by the Linghu family in Linghu City. It is deserted and deserted, with only a few dozen people sitting in the hall drinking tea.
At the back of the hall is a private room with a curtain, and you can vaguely see luxurious tables and chairs inside.
"In other words, the powerful God Emperor who broke into Dongling Mansion from the outside two thousand years ago was so majestic that he looked down on the major God Emperor-level forces in Dongling Mansion, so he rushed in, intending to suppress several major sects with his own power... But, In the end, he was defeated by one of the leaders of the God-Emperor-level forces and was almost killed."
"In the end, he was spared his life because he made the blood oath of his inner demon and was willing to be loyal to that god-emperor power for ten thousand years."
"If you say who that person is...in fact, there is no such person. This story is just made up by me."
At the other end of the hall, a middle-aged man of medium build sat cross-legged, holding a book in one hand and stroking the goat's whiskers on his chin with the other.
The guests sitting in front of the three tables in the hall couldn't help but roll their eyes when the middle-aged man said this, "The storyteller Yunlou hired recently is not good... the story is told well. Isn’t it good to make us yearn for it? In the end, it was actually said to be fabricated.”
"Yeah, it's really boring."
"I heard that this man is very stubborn. After Yunlou asked him to tell the story, not to mention that it was a fabrication, he could pay him a generous sum of sacred stones, but he was unwilling."
…
While the guests at the three tables in the hall were talking a lot, a purple figure walked in from the outside, walked to an empty table and sat down, listening to the discussions of the guests at the three tables with interest.
At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes sitting in front of the luxurious tables and chairs behind the curtain at the back of the hall couldn't help but frown slightly, "This guy has been mentioned to him several times, but he still doesn't have a long memory? "
"Since he is so stubborn, let him pack up and leave."
The young man was wearing a blue robe, and his handsome face was somewhat pale. At this time, his tone also contained a hint of anger.
"Yes, Fourth Young Master."
The middle-aged man in fine clothes standing on one side of the table responded respectfully and walked out.
On the chair next to the young man, there was an old man sitting with his eyes closed and concentrating. The old man had fair hair and a childish face, and his whole body revealed an artistic conception of immortality.
"Boy Yun, if you let him pack up and leave, I'm afraid you won't have any stories to tell in the next few days."
After the middle-aged man walked out, the old man opened his eyes, smiled and said to the young man.
"What's the matter? Wait a few more days at most for the newcomer to tell... The stories this guy tells are quite passable to be honest, but he always likes to add something at the end that the previous ones are all fabricated, which makes it awkward to listen to."
The young man said nonchalantly: "If I listen to him tell stories again, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but go out and beat him up!"
Outside.
After the middle-aged man in rich clothes walked out of the inner compartment, he walked straight towards the middle-aged man who had just finished telling the story and was sitting on the high platform at the other end of the hall with an intoxicated expression, shaking his head, "The fourth young master said, let you get out of here." !”
"This is your reward for today."
The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was the shopkeeper of Yunlou. He threw a few sacred stones in front of the middle-aged man on the stage and said impatiently: "Get out of here after you get paid!"
From the day he became the shopkeeper of Yunlou, he knew that the existence of Yunlou was entirely to serve the fourth young master of their Linghu family.
If the Fourth Young Master hadn't liked to listen to stories with others and listen to people exchange their opinions on stories, Yunlou would not exist at all.
Just take people to the Linghu Family to tell stories to the fourth young master. There is no need to build a teahouse like Yunlou.
"It was originally made up, but you really take it as real? You are sick!"
The middle-aged man cursed, then picked up a few sacred stones on the ground in front of him, and walked away without looking back, "I am a principled person, and I will not mislead you with fabricated stories to make you think they are true. of."
After the middle-aged man left, the three tables of guests in the hall couldn't help but roll their eyes.
The middle-aged man in fine clothes also looked at the three tables of guests at this time and said with an apologetic expression: "Everyone, I have disturbed your enjoyment today... Don't worry, in a few days, our Yunlou will definitely find a reliable person. tell a story."
"Shopkeeper, your Yunlou should have changed people a long time ago... Before that guy came to your Yunlou just now, the number of people who came to your Yunlou to drink tea and listen to stories has never been less than ten tables. Look at today, including us, Just four tables of people.”
A customer at one of the tables, while talking, looked at the tables with guests in the hall, including the table of the young man in purple who came in behind.
The young man in purple clothes is none other than Duan Lingtian.
When Duan Lingtian came, he happened to hear the last sentence of the person who told Yunlou the story, "This story is just made up by me." After reaching Duan Lingtian's ears, Duan Lingtian could almost predict the mood of the person listening to the story.
When you listen to a story, you will be fascinated by it, and you can't help but take it in, enjoy everything in it, and even make comments about it, and guess whether the people in the story can find their prototypes in reality.
All this makes people full of expectations.
However, if more than one sentence at the end of the story is fabricated, it will undoubtedly completely destroy this sense of expectation. How can it not be hated by others?
"How about I give it a try?"
While the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes expressed his apology to the other three tables of guests, Duan Lingtian stood up and walked slowly towards the high platform at the other end of the hall.
Although he was asking questions, his actions didn't seem like he was asking someone.
