Manager Wang's room.
"Chen Ping, do you really want to give up on this mission?"
When Manager Wang heard Chen Ping's excuse, he couldn't understand it. He just didn't know why Chen Ping was here.
What a great opportunity.
How many people wish for it.
Is it comparable to that little money?
Xu Buduo paid close attention to his words and immediately handed over a small bag of silver secretly: "Manager Wang, you always drink tea. Fellow Daoist Chen is unwell, so I am willing to complete this mission for him."
Manager Wang rolled his eyes for a few seconds and did not take the money bag for the time being. He just looked at Chen Ping.
Chen Ping saw this and said:
"Manager Wang, to be honest, my previous mission left me with a hidden physical illness, and I'm afraid I won't be able to recover in a short time. So I can only bear the pain and give up this mission. Not only that, I also want to resign as a servant of the Ning Mansion and return to the Ning Mansion. Recuperate at home.”
"Seriously?" Manager Wang was stunned.
Not only Manager Wang, but also Xu Buduo also looked sideways.
"Seriously." Chen Ping said solemnly.
"Do you know how many casual cultivators are trying to get in, but they don't have such an opportunity? It will be difficult to get in again if you give up on your cultivation level." Manager Wang added a reminder.
In fact, he doesn't really want Chen Ping to resign. Chen Ping doesn't cause trouble and has a good personality. It was precisely because of this that he arranged the task for Chen Ping to follow Miss Seven.
In particular, he admired Chen Ping's exquisite skills in dissecting monsters and his hard-working nature in the past two days.
He is so good at knife skills and works so hard. He is a nice young man.
Chen Ping spoke firmly:
"I've made up my mind."
...
Chen Ping moved out of Ning Mansion that day.
He didn't have many things, and monks' valuables were usually small items that they carried with them, so he had all his belongings in one pocket.
After leaving Ning Mansion, he looked back at the place where he had worked for several years and felt quite emotional.
Looking at the road ahead, Chen felt full of expectation.
'become free. '
At this time, the middle of winter has passed and warm spring has arrived. The tree buds all over the street are green, and the greenery everywhere is full of vitality.
Chen Ping walked toward the east of the city along the main road of Qingshiban Street. This was a plan he had made before resigning.
Lianyung City is very large, and the entire city is divided into two areas: east and west.
The West District is generally inhabited by some well-known families, such as the Ning Mansion. One person became the core monk of the Qingyun Sect, and the whole family moved here and spread their branches.
In the East District, there are some casual cultivators who have no experience or roots.
The East District is also called the casual repair area.
There are no walls, no clear boundaries between the east and west areas, and there are no entry and exit gates.
But this difference in level makes it natural that monks from the two regions rarely move across regions.
This is a wall of the heart.
Chen Ping is going to the casual cultivation area now.
Without a job in Ningfu, there is no need to stay in the West District. On the one hand, it is difficult to find a profitable and safe business, and on the other hand, the rent here is ridiculously expensive.
Prices in the East District will be much more affordable.
As for leaving Lianyung City?
That's impossible, it's too dangerous outside the city.
The surrounding area of Lianyun City is protected by high walls and there are patrolling monks. Monsters cannot enter and evil spirits will most likely not appear in the popular city. It is relatively safe here.
When he arrived at the casual repair area, Chen Ping found a target house based on his memory, only to find that the house was empty.
I found a nearby store clerk and asked:
"Fellow Taoist, do you know where a Taoist named He Xianxiang lives? He is about sixty years old. He used to live across the street."
"He Xianxiang? Who is that? Is he very powerful? I don't know him."
Chen Ping:......
There are no phones in this world, so finding someone is a hassle.
After asking several monks in succession, I met one who knew He Xianxiang.
"Oh, you're looking for the one who sells meat ears, right? One ear is missing, and the one is older."
"Yes, yes." Chen Ping said quickly.
"Oh, just sell meat ears. What are you talking about? He Xianxiang, many people don't know his name." The monk complained for a while: "You walk forward along this street, then turn west, go to the end and then go Turn north, then turn east, turn north again, walk a little east...and you're there."
Ah ah ah ah ah!
Can't you just say left or right?
Chen Ping racked his brains and silently wrote down the location:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Following the twists and turns along the road I had silently memorized, I had to ask two fellow Taoists one after another before I found He Xianxiang’s home.
He Xianxiang was an old man whom Chen Ping met when he was working in Ning Mansion. He was also one of the masters of Ning Mansion back then. Later, when he got older and no longer wanted to take risks on missions, he came out to live in the casual cultivation area.
When he was in Ning Mansion, He Xianxiang took great care of Chen Ping because of his young age.
The two have a good relationship.
But in recent years, they haven't had much contact with each other. After all, they live in different areas. Everyone has his own life and busy things.
At this time, He Xianxiang was quite surprised to see Chen Ping visiting.
Then he warmly welcomed Chen Ping into the house.
When he heard that Chen Ping no longer 'worked' in Ning Mansion, He Xianxiang was even more surprised and sighed.
"Just come out when you come out. It's no big deal. Although this is a casual cultivator area, there are some people who eventually entered the Qingyun Sect." Although He Xianxiang is over sixty years old, he still looks good.
"That's right." Chen Ping smiled.
It doesn't matter whether I belong to the Qingyun Sect or not. I just want to find a place to stay in bed and practice silently.
The panel gave him the confidence to move it out.
This is also the reason why he yearns for immortality.
"Senior He, when I come out this time, I'm going to find a house here to live in temporarily. Do you have any recommendations?" Chen Ping got to the point.
He Xianxiang nodded: "Rent or buy?"
"How much does it cost?"
"A house in the casual cultivation area, like mine, costs about 500 low-grade spiritual stones."
The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched:
"rent."
This word speaks loud and clear.
"Okay, it's good to live in this area. You and I can have a drink in our spare time. Wait a moment, old man, I'll call the manager right away." He Xianxiang said.
He Xianxiang quickly called the steward.
Chen Ping stated his needs, and the manager made an assessment based on Chen Ping's needs and gave targeted rental housing suggestions.
Throughout the ages, the process of renting a house has never changed.
After communicating for a long time, He Xianxiang pointed to a house diagonally across from his house in the distance and interrupted:
"I heard that the owner of that room moved out yesterday?"
The steward snorted arrogantly: "That one is expensive."
It means that Chen Ping's needs are not met.
Chen Ping said speechlessly:
"How much per month?"
"Three low-grade spiritual stones for two months." The steward glanced at Chen Ping.
Chen Ping was a little dissatisfied: "Why does that room have half more spiritual stones per month than other places?"
From the steward's introduction, it was obvious that the sizes of the houses were about the same.
This street area is also no more upscale than other street areas.
Pretty much the same.
"Don't you look at who lives next door to that room?" The steward took another look at Chen Ping and thought, "You don't even know this?" Added: "Do you know Yu Qingyi?"
Yu Qingyi?
Chen Ping had heard of this name to some extent.
It was resounding in the casual repair area.
Yu Qingyi is older than He Xianxiang, has a high level of cultivation, and is a chivalrous and charitable person. He is deeply respected by the casual cultivators. He can be said to be highly respected in the casual cultivator area.
Living next to him is undoubtedly an extra layer of security.
No one will come here to cause trouble.
In this world, land is worthless.
The house is worthless.
But safety is worth money.
"Go and see that one." Chen Ping said in pain.
The house is a structure that combines wood and rammed earth. It is neither big nor small. It has three rooms and should be over a hundred square meters in total. It has an external kitchen.
There is a small yard outside the house. It is not very big, but it is enough for practicing swordsmanship and the like.
Chen Ping was quite satisfied.
He is also satisfied with the environment of this street. The gravel paths are relatively clean and the houses are well-proportioned. Although it is not as luxurious and grand as the West District, it can still give people a very comfortable feeling.
After reading it, Chen Ping decisively paid the deposit and rent and rented the house.
It's more expensive.
Buy a safe one, it's worth it.
After seeing off He Xianxiang and the manager, Chen Ping took care of the house. Because the previous owner just moved out yesterday, the house was not too dirty and did not leave too much household garbage. It was easy to take care of.
After taking care of it, I went out to buy some daily necessities, bought a month's supply of spiritual rice and monster meat, and decorated it when I got home.
Lying on the soft quilt at night, there was no trace of sour smell, Chen Ping smiled happily.
'I think I have a family now. '
