Outside the kitchen.
Chen Ping faced the boring work of dissecting demonic beasts, but he became more and more enthusiastic about it.
In half a day's work, he improved "Anatomy (Basic): 761/1000." to "Anatomy (Proficient): 109/1000."
Seeing the beating of these numbers, Chen Ping felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
Colleagues find this job boring because the process is fruitless and the improvement of skills is slow and imperceptible, but he can clearly see the beating numbers one by one.
This is probably why later games are so attractive to players.
"you..."
"...I have never noticed that your skills are so outstanding before?"
Colleagues felt very incredible when they saw that Chen Ping was becoming more and more proficient in dissection and his speed was much faster than him.
I am at the second level of Qi training.
Chen Ping looked up at his colleagues while he was busy, was startled, and quickly lowered his head.
Oh shit.
His colleagues are no longer complete people in his eyes.
Instead, it is made up of muscles and bones, like a work of art.
One more glance and he was worried that he would attack his colleagues professionally.
Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile:
"Please call me Master Cook Ding."
"Cook Ding? What is that?"
"It's nothing." Chen Ping said calmly: "Continue working. You cut the meat on the belly and leave the remaining bones to me."
In his eyes, this monster is a good material for practicing skills. The more complex the parts, the more proficiency can be increased.
Don't want to stop for a moment.
By noon on the third day, the entire monster beast had been perfectly dissected.
Dissecting a monster beast is a very complicated job, and it is not the same as killing ordinary beasts. Because every piece of material in the monster's body is a treasure, the bones are, the hair is, the skin is, the meat is, and the internal organs are also...
The dissection process requires maintaining the integrity of the material to maximize its value.
The anatomy in front of me was so perfect that my colleagues and the supervisor were stunned.
Of course, the reason why it lasted three days was because Chen Ping deliberately slowed down in the later period.
On the one hand, I don’t want to attract attention.
Otherwise it's hard to explain.
Complete the dissection in two days?
What a joke.
Not even the best meat seller in Yuncheng can do this.
On the other hand, he deliberately slowed down and instead pursued anatomical accuracy.
Now, return to your residence.
Chen Ping brought up the panel.
[Name: Chen Ping. 】
[Life span: 22/71. 】
[Realm: Qi training (level 1): 25/100. 】
[Kung Fu: Evergreen Kung Fu (entry level): 16/100. 】
[Spell: Breeze Nine Swords (One Style): 241/1000. 】
[Skill: Anatomy (Expert): 14/1000. Cooking (Proficient): 101/1000. 】
In three days, the anatomy skills have gone from the 'entry' level, through the 'skilled' and 'proficient' levels, to the 'expert' level.
That's pretty good.
In addition to dissecting monsters, he had not been idle for a moment in the past three days, and occasionally secretly worked on other skills or spells.
For example, Breeze Nine Swords has increased by a few points.
I slipped into the kitchen and helped Aunt Li cook for a while, applying my 'cooking skills' to the panel.
Chen Ping felt that the reason why his cooking skills were at the 'skilled' level from the beginning was probably because of his later generations, in which he would have been able to cook.
"Hey, isn't that Fellow Daoist Wu? Injured again?"
A voice brought Chen Ping's thoughts back to reality.
Chen Ping turned around and saw a team returning from a mission.
I don’t know what kind of mission they are doing, and many people have injuries on their bodies.
Some people even had half of their arms covered in blood.
"It's just an injury, so he's fine."
"Yes, it's a good thing that no one died."
"..."
Chen Ping listened to his colleagues' chatter and secretly glanced at the string of numbers on the panel, gradually having an idea in his mind.
Resign.
Must resign.
I don’t want to do this fucking servant job for a moment anymore.
It's so dangerous.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, we have heard about tomorrow's mission. This time... we will make a lot of money." At this time, colleague Ding Liu, who was dissecting the beast together, came over, with excitement that could not be concealed on his face.
Chen Ping:? ? ?
There is an ominous feeling.
"What is the mission?" Chen Ping asked.
Ding Liu's eyes lit up and he said excitedly:
"The specific mission is not clear yet, but I got two pieces of information from Manager Wang. One is that this mission is to go to the Endless Forest, but it is not to hunt animals. The specific goal is not what we should ask. Second, guess what, you Guess..."
Ning Mansion's tasks are usually informed the night before departure. It's not time yet, so Chen Ping doesn't know.
As low-level Qi practitioners, even if they are informed of the mission content, the confidential content of the mission goal will not be disclosed to them.
But some minor details will be told, such as where to go, what equipment to prepare, how many days, etc.
Hearing what Ding Liu said, several other monks also gathered around curiously.
Seeing everyone's curiosity, Ding Liu whispered:
"This mission is led by Miss Seven personally."
'Wow~'
As soon as these words came out, the other monks were in an uproar.
Miss Seven, who is that?
The face of Ning Mansion, a genius girl, a direct disciple of Qingyun Sect...
Miss Seven rarely returns to Ning Mansion, not necessarily once a year. When she does come back, the dragon never comes back.
This time she was actually leading the team, which only showed that the task must not be simple, and the reward must not be low.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that Miss Seven is beautiful.
Fairy-like.
A group of old perverts started talking among themselves.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Ding, congratulations. Hey, why don't I have this chance? Comparing people to each other is so annoying."
"Yes, yes, I will have no regrets in this life if I can travel with Miss Seven for a few days."
"I'm willing to do it without any reward." A Taoist friend in his fifties sighed.
"Hey, I'm so jealous."
"..."
Among the sighs, one-third were lamented by a fellow Taoist named "Xu Buduo".
Chen Ping's scalp felt numb after hearing these conversations.
Resign.
Must resign now.
Having a genius girl lead the team only shows that this mission is extremely dangerous. Others are not afraid because they have high cultivation level, but I am afraid.
I've only just practiced Qi at the first level.
Isn't this going to die?
Who can bear this?
Chen Ping's face was dark, he calmed down and asked Xu Buduo:
"Fellow Daoist Xu, do you want to go?"
Xu Buyuo was stunned: "What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"It's not interesting." Chen Ping said honestly: "I just sighed. Looking at Miss Seven up close, I have only this wish in my life, and this time it is fulfilled. But my strength is low, I have only practiced Qi at the first level, I'm afraid it will be delayed. Miss Seven’s hind legs, hey..."
"I've been short of money lately, and I'm in a hurry to use it tonight..."
The last sentence was a murmur.
Half-truths are the easiest way to confuse people.
Chen Ping even subconsciously touched Bian Bian's pocket.
Xu Buduo couldn't understand this, and it wasn't the first time he had done something like this.
"What Fellow Daoist Chen said is absolutely true. In this case, how about you transfer the task to me?" Xu Buduo was so excited that he quickly dug into his pockets: "I understand, I understand."
He handed over three low-grade spiritual stones.
In principle, servant tasks are not allowed to be transferred privately.
But Manager Wang, who is responsible for allocating tasks, knows how to "flexibly" do things. It's not impossible as long as he sneaks in some money.
It is also common for a monk who arranges a mission to suddenly feel unwell and is not suitable to go on a mission.
The substitution makes sense.
This happened frequently in Ning Mansion.
Of course, it is mainly concentrated on low-level Qi practitioners. High-level core monks are generally not allowed to change easily and will be traced.
Chen Ping glanced at the three low-grade spiritual stones calmly and pretended not to understand:
"I had the honor to meet Miss Seven half a year ago. If you ask me, there is no other god in the sky who is more beautiful than this."
Xu Buduo gritted his teeth and said:
"Four, how about?...Hey, five, five at most. If it's more, I won't do it."
about there.
He and Xu Buduo are both low-level Qi practitioners. They are usually marginal figures in such important tasks. They do some odd jobs and the pay is not very high.
Five spiritual stones is a lot.
Many tasks only reward gold and silver.
"First of all, the mission led by Miss Seven cannot be low-risk. If something goes wrong, don't blame me." Chen Ping said seriously.
"How can I blame you for this? We monks compete with the sky, the earth, and fate. We naturally have to compete with opportunities. I am grateful to you before it is too late. How can I blame you? Besides, no one can deduce the future, right? No. Yes, no." Xu Buduo said quickly, fearing that Chen Ping would regret it.
After listening, Chen Ping fell silent.
In fact, Xu Buyuo sees things very clearly, but he just wants to fight. Xu Buduo said that he admired the beauty of Miss Seven, but Chen Ping guessed that he actually wanted to climb the big tree of Miss Seven.
As long as he can make achievements in front of Miss Seventh and win favor, why not take the lead? This is probably an opportunity for Xu Duoduo to ponder.
"make a deal."
Chen Ping put the five spiritual stones into his arms.
This kind of thing, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.
Fair dealing.
