The next day, Wang Lun continued to rush forward, and almost evening came to a small town called Wengcheng.

It is said to be a city, but the Wengcheng is actually an affiliated city of Zhujiang City, which is generally equivalent to a county-level city in China on Earth.

The Wengcheng gave Wang Lun the feeling that the market town outside Laiyang City was not particularly prosperous, but there were also no shortage of restaurants, teahouses, pawn shops, restaurants, etc.

It was evening, and Wang Lun didn't plan to rush to the evening, so he naturally wanted to find an inn here to spend the night.

Unexpectedly, after walking a short distance, I saw an inn called "Yuelai". Wang Lun instantly felt that this was a coincidence.

In ancient TV series, Yuelai Inn has a very famous name, but I didn’t expect that I could still see it in this spiritual world.

This inn has four floors and is located in a bustling area of ​​the city. However, the inn did not wait for the business to come. The man with a green hat and a towel on his shoulder was standing at the entrance of the inn.

When he saw someone looking here and not moving his footsteps towards the inn, the guy named Shi Tou would come up enthusiastically and ask the guest if he wanted to stay in the hotel. Wang Lun encountered this when he passed by.

"Kei, it's getting late, are you going to stay in a hotel? Why not stay in our Yuelai Inn. We have all kinds of food and hot water available at any time to ensure that the guest is at home."

The guy named Shitou is only sixteen or seventeen years old and is very good at talking. Wang Lun was not moved by the other party's enthusiasm, but felt that the inn was not very small in size. At least in Wengcheng, it should be an inn of a good size.

"Is there any excellent guest room?" Wang Lun asked.

"Yes," the guy smiled quickly, "Cheer, please come here."

Wang Lun chose a room on the third floor to the east, which had a bathtub, towels, bed sheets, etc., which were very clean. Wang Lun stayed there for nearly an hour before he opened the door and went downstairs.

The place to eat is only on the first floor. Of course, if you want, you can ask the guy to deliver the meals to the room.

Wang Lun arrived at the lobby on the first floor and found that there were many people eating. After looking around, he found that there were only a few tables where no one sat, so he chose one of them and sat down, and ordered a bowl of noodles, two steamed buns, a dish of beef sauce, and a pot of tea.

As we were eating, footsteps came from beside us. A tall and thin middle-aged man with tall cheekbones, a middle-aged man with a medium figure and a yellow face holding a cigarette pipe, sat down at the table next to him, and all he wanted was meat and vegetables.

Wang Lun ignored it and continued to eat noodles, but felt that these two people were facing each other more than once.

Look here.

However, he had enough food and drink, but he didn't see these two people coming to meet him. It was natural that Wang Lun could not run up to talk. He climbed the stairs from the next passage and went directly to the third floor.

"Come here, man!"

The man holding a cigarette pipe waved, revealing his yellow teeth, and asked the guy, "Where are the people who just ate at this table?"

The guy happened to be Shi Tou. Now he is responsible for serving the food. How could he not know where Wang Lun lives? He was embarrassed and shook his head and said, "Two guests, how could I know this?"

It was really obvious that the two of them had bad faces and did not dare to rudely tell the rules of the inn, so they simply refused to let themselves know.

But immediately, the stone felt like falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body was trembling. The guest officer who was asking was looking at him with a look of death.

"Think about it again, which room he lives in." The man tapped the table with his cigarette puff, but the sound was not loud, but it made the guy panic.

"Live... Room 2 on the third floor." The guy dared not not answer.

"Boy, if I tell you what you shouldn't say after you know, I will immediately make you die!" The tall and thin man who hadn't spoken before said sinisterly, very malicious.

Looking at the two of them walking towards the shopkeeper, the guy had no opinion and began to clean up the table timidly, not daring to disclose the situation to the guest official in Room No. 2.

The two of them asked for a room from the shopkeeper, and the room was next to Room 2, Room 3.

After entering, the man with obvious cheekbones slapped the storage bag directly, and a light yellow talisman flew out from inside. The man pointed his finger at the talisman from a distance, and the talisman paper suddenly emitted a small yellow light and disappeared.

But this small yellow light seemed to be stretched and widened by invisible hands, and it was completely laid over the entire room.

Using the soundproof note paper to isolate the sound from the room and outside, the man asked, "Brother Li, do you think that young boy is a fat sheep?"

The man with yellow face leaned closer and said with a grim smile: "Of course it's true! Wearing a long sword, a corner of the storage bag was exposed from the hem of the clothes. And when we observed him, he clearly noticed it, but he didn't even look at us directly. He was undoubtedly a monk."

The other person understood: "So, this kid is not a casual cultivator, but a disciple of the sect."

Generally speaking, only disciples of the sect will appear arrogant and have a high vision when walking in the world.

He was also afraid that it would be very troublesome to cause the disciples of the sect. He asked with concern: "The disciples from the sect may not be waiting for them."

The fat sheep was slaughtered."

"What are you afraid of?" The man with yellow face touched his chin. "If he is a disciple from a sect with a little fame, he will probably be there to take care of him when he goes out to perform tasks."

If a disciple of a sect can be assigned, it is usually just to perform tasks. If he can do this, the strength of such a disciple will not be very low, otherwise the sect will not agree to send him out.

Therefore, after the sect agrees, they usually send people to serve them, and they will not just ask about it.

This is for at least a bit famous sect.

The disciples of small sects will have lower strength when going out for missions, and the sect will be difficult for them to give good conditions in all aspects due to poverty and other reasons.

For example, if the person next door comes from a medium and large sect, he will live in a Tianzi room on the fourth floor.

"What Brother Li said is very true!" The tall and thin man with obvious cheekbones praised, and then said, "But after all, he has not determined the other party's specific cultivation level. You have to be careful not to overturn the gutter."

The two knew that Fei Yang's specific cultivation level could not be confirmed, but they could judge based on their experience.

Judging from the eyesight they have cultivated in the past six months of their teaming, the man in the next room is from a small school and is not very old. It is almost the limit to reaching the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If you take a step back, even if you take a look, the other party’s cultivation level will be at most in the early stage of the Killing Dan Realm!

If a disciple of a small sect reached the Dan Realm before the age of thirty, hehe, he would have left the ruined temple long ago. What's more, the small sect does not have the ability to cultivate this person.

Both of them are old-fashioned late-stage monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm, with rich experience. If they see that the situation is not good, they can really escape in front of the early-stage monks in the Jiedan Realm.

"This kid should just invest in a shop and will probably leave tomorrow morning. No matter which city gate in the southeast, west and north, the city will be sparsely populated. Let's find the right place and wait for an opportunity to do it."

The man with yellow face said, and he was very confident in his words, as if the fat sheep living next door had been slaughtered by them.

"You can meet casual cultivators who want to kill people and seize treasures when staying in an inn. No wonder there are many monks who walk this way. They come to the spirit stones quickly and have a great reward." Wang Lun looked cold, "I just wanted to rob, but found my head, and I was looking for death."

Little did they know that the soundproof notes could not isolate sounds at all for him.
Chapter completed!