Wu Chong found Jing Ling's new home based on the location in his memory.
Since Jing Ling moved here, the communication between the two of them has not been that much, and Wu Chong rarely comes to live here.
"Why are you here?"
As soon as Wu Chong entered the door, he saw Jing Ling, dressed in black, sitting in the courtyard, making tea, with a guqin playing nearby and a maid playing. The atmosphere was much better than Wu Chong's dilapidated courtyard.
"Have you finished all your tasks? Why are you making tea in the yard at this time?"
After Wu Chong sat down, he picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp.
Jing Ling had become accustomed to the way he drank tea. She said nothing, but raised her hand to signal the maid beside her to retreat.
"It's all for qualifications. Whether you do the task or evaluate it, you will be outstanding."
This kind of boring life makes Jing Ling feel a little numb. She also wants to be promoted as soon as possible, but the competition in the fairy palace is too fierce. Her grandfather does not dare to do more radical actions, and if it is serious, it will even be criticized by others.
goals, affecting existing power.
"Why do you have time to come here? Logically speaking, you should be chasing the wanted criminal now." Jing Ling put down the tea cup in his hand and asked with some surprise.
"I caught an accomplice and Protector Zhao gave me three days' leave."
Sooner or later, news of catching an accomplice of a wanted criminal would spread. Thinking that he might catch more "accomplices" in the future, Wu Chong gave Jing Ling a vaccination in advance.
"It's good to take a rest."
Jing Ling didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, it wouldn't take long for the news to be reported to her.
The position arranged for her by Elder Wulong is considered to be an upper-level position among the deacons. She does not need to take risks and can share the credit. The longer she stays, the richer her resume will be. When the time comes, no one will dare to gossip if she is promoted to a guardian.
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"By the way, do you remember Mr. Shang?" Jing Ling asked as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Remember, what happened to him?"
Mr. Shang is the underappreciated younger son of the deputy master of the Seventh Hall whom Jing Ling introduced to Wu Chong before. Like them, he is a first-level deacon and is still in the seniority stage.
"He has become a protector and has broken through to the Immortal level."
Jing Ling said quietly.
The two of them were still trying their best to get promoted here, but in the end, someone else was promoted to a position in the blink of an eye, and they no longer wanted to play in their small circle.
"After all, he is still the son of the deputy palace master. Even if he is not welcomed at home, he still enjoys different resources from us." As he spoke, a trace of ridicule flashed in Jing Ling's eyes.
This fairy mansion is absolutely rotten!
"quite fast."
Wu Chong nodded without much emotion.
For him, promotion is just to gain more authority. As for the immortal level...he should be able to fight two with one hand now.
"What about you? Where are you in your cultivation now? Don't bet your future on the merit points set by the Immortal Mansion. Strength is the foundation!" Jing Ling reminded kindly.
After many people without qualifications and background entered the Immortal Mansion, they were slowly guided by the values of the Immortal Mansion. They spent their whole lives chasing the so-called merits, so that in the end they even gave up their own strength. Little did they know that this was also the elimination method of the Immortal Mansion.
First, if you only have merit without corresponding strength, you will not be promoted.
When the age is over, these meritorious deeds can be replaced with a few honorary instruments at most and displayed at home for future generations to see.
"It's still level nine."
The ninth-level immortal cultivator is the power Wu Chong is showing to the outside world now.
In the files of the Immortal Mansion, he has not been practicing for a long time, and a ninth-level immortal cultivator can explain it. With the resources of the Immortal Mansion, it is not difficult to get to this point. But after the Immortal level, it is difficult to say, every Immortal level
Everything must be registered in Xianfu.
"My qualifications are average. No one knew about it in the early stage. I learned a lot of useless 'immortal literature'. I think this will be it for the rest of my life."
"The ninth-level immortal cultivator is no longer slow. We can think of ways to arrange the method. As for the wrong immortal text..." Jing Ling looked at Wu Chong, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
After all, the foundation is too poor.
Spirit stones are useful at the bottom level, but when they reach the upper level, everyone is fighting for something else. Jing Ling himself practices the fifth-level 'Xuanguang Arrangement Method'. In comparison, Wu Chong's third-level 'Grammar Arrangement Method' has already begun.
She is lagging behind. She is also a ninth-level immortal cultivator, so the strength of the two is probably very different.
Perhaps when she attains enlightenment and becomes an immortal, Wu Chong will still be lingering at the ninth level.
'When you get up there later, help him again.'
Jing Ling thought to herself.
"Why did you come to see me?" After sorting out her thoughts, Jing Ling changed the subject.
On weekdays, if Wu Chong had nothing to do, he would not come to look for her.
"How is the person I asked you to help take care of two days ago? How is he doing now?" Wu Chong said his purpose.
"That 'beggar''s relative?"
Jing Ling frowned.
In her opinion, Zhang Gusan, who came from the outside world, is a beggar. It’s not that she looks down on people, but that all people from middle-level backgrounds have this kind of value.
"I was just going to tell you about this."
As if remembering this incident, Jing Ling stretched out one hand, and a pure white magic weapon appeared in her hand.
The golden text on it flashed quickly, and soon what Jing Ling wanted was displayed.
"The person you asked me to take care of has been found. Shi Xiaocui, her husband is Bing Chenghu, a member of the Thirteenth Palace's Binghu Squadron. Three years ago, Bingchenghu was contaminated by the Dream Demon during the battle of Xiongmen Town, and was transformed.
I don’t know if he died or became a dream demon. He has been removed from the Thirteenth Palace. Shi Xiaocui relied on the reward left by Bing Chenghu to stay in the middle level, and now lives in Yangliu Lane, a slum in the chaotic area. According to the news
It shows that Shi Xiaocui is very famous in Yangliu Lane, known as the 'Pretty Widow of Yangliu Lane', and her reputation is not very good."
The Pretty Widow of Willow Lane?
Wu Chong didn't know how to intervene for a while.
He agreed to help Mr. Zhang and take care of his sister-in-law whom he had never met. But if the sister-in-law was a big trouble, there would be no need to go through this muddy water.
Everyone knows what the Chaos Zone is.
It was there that Wu Chong got rid of the Dream Demon materials before. During this period, he would occasionally go there for a walk when he was short of money. Shi Xiaocui's ability to gain a foothold in that chaotic area meant trouble in itself.
"The people I sent took care of her business..."
At this point, Jing Ling blushed.
She originally wanted her men to go over and take care of this person, but she didn't expect that it would end up being like this.
"..."
Wu Chong was speechless for a while, but he couldn't say much about this matter.
"Does she know about her sister's marriage to Boss Zhang?"
"You should know this. Zhang Gusan went there when he left the middle level." Jing Ling said with a smile.
"When she was in front of Zhang Gusan, she behaved very seriously. The Zhang family brothers probably don't know her true situation..."