Bedroom.
Chen Ping opened the package he took from the thin monk in the west of the city and poured it out.
Immediately stunned.
How many homes did you have to rob to get so much stuff?
Ten short swords.
Three of the handles are first-level low-grade magic weapons.
Eight long swords.
Four of them are first-order low-grade magic weapons, and one is actually a first-order middle-grade magic weapon. This is not cheap. A first-level middle-grade magic sword requires at least 12 middle-grade spiritual stones. The total number of spirit stones he has at his disposal now is not that many.
Absolutely good stuff.
Chen Ping couldn't put it down and played with it for a while. The sword body was made of black iron, the blade was cold and flashing, and the hilt was engraved with cloud patterns, which meant it was a good product produced by a company under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect.
'I will use this sword from now on. Unexpectedly, the sword has transformed from an ordinary sword into a first-level mid-level magical weapon, and its combat power has soared. '
Chen Ping took off the ordinary long sword that had been with him for many years. It was time to retire, old man.
A bunch of talismans.
There are 217 cleansing talismans, 17 evil-suppressing talismans, 14 sword-avoiding talismans, 15 gold-taking talismans, and 23 fire talismans.
Najin Talisman?
This is the first time Chen Ping has come into contact with this kind of talisman. He doesn't know much about it, so he will leave it aside for now and see if he can use it later. If not, he can sell it.
Six Taoist robes.
Five of them are actually robes, and some robes have more than one magic circle engraved on them.
Many are better than the one by Chen Ping.
Chen Ping thought for a while, but finally did not change out of his robe. Most of these robes were pulled from the dead, and they were somewhat awkward to wear.
11 books.
Most of the sword manuals and techniques were of no use to him.
However, there was a "Biography of the Beautiful Orchid Fairy" that made Chen Ping's face darken. Who are these people? How can we, immortal cultivators, be immersed in such filthy books? It doesn’t sound right anymore. woman? Women will only affect the speed at which we draw our swords.
He was speechless and decided to criticize the book, so he silently put the book in his inner pocket.
Pill.
3 Qi-Building Pills, 2 Divine-Assisting Pills, and 3 Yang-Rising Pills.
Qi-tonifying pills are used to replenish qi. There were three pills before, but now there are six pills in total. The pill is used to refresh your mind when you stay up late. It is said that you will not feel sleepy at all even if you take one pill for two days and nights. As for the Sunrise Pill,...well, he doesn't need this thing. He can sell it for spiritual stones in the future.
A pile of spiritual stones.
Among them, there are 6 medium-grade spiritual stones and 629 low-grade spiritual stones.
Some gold and silver.
Chen Ping took a deep breath and was overjoyed...Suddenly rich, absolutely rich.
A wave of fat.
With this wealth, no matter where you go, you don't have to worry about your livelihood for the time being.
Sudden.
I remembered the knock on the door.
...
When He Xianxiang came back, the first thing he wanted to do was come to Chen Ping's house to have a look... This kid hadn't been seen for two days.
When he arrived in the yard and saw the Taoist robe hanging up, he was relieved to know that Chen Ping was not dead. Chen Ping had a good relationship with him and was a rare friend from the past in Lianyun City.
When I got closer, I couldn't help but smile when I saw the sign.
"This guy still calls himself a scholar? He even copied the old man's slogan. Bah."
Read this:
[The master is not dead.
If any fellow Taoist dares to break into the house and loot it, I swear to kill his whole family. ]
Isn't this exactly the same?
He Xianxiang became more and more proud.
Suddenly, his face stiffened.
All I saw was the final signature:
[Commenter: He Xianxiang. ]
He Xianxiang:......
...You brat, you didn’t even change your name.
...I am taking the blame.
"Senior He? Are you here? Hey, what's wrong with your face?" Chen Ping heard the noise in the yard and a different kind of 'knocking on the door'. He opened the window and saw He Xianxiang standing in front of the Taoist robe with a dark face.
He Xianxiang:......
"Senior He, don't stand there. Come in and sit down. You're welcome." Chen Ping smiled and opened the window.
He Xianxiang:......
After looking at the collapsed wooden door and the narrow window, the corner of He Xianxiang's mouth twitched:
"Ahem, ahem, you are quite open-minded. Old man, I won't sit down. I just see that you are fine. By the way, I picked up more than ten weapons. If you need them, go to my place and pick them yourself. Some of them are magic weapons. not bad."
Catching a glimpse of Chen Ping's eyes, He Xianxiang said again:
"What are you thinking about? Old man, I still have a bottom line. I don't kill people randomly. They are all picked up from corpses on the road. If I don't pick them up, others will pick them up. Didn't you pick them up?"
Chen Ping didn't think about these values issues, he just wanted to understand why He Xianxiang asked him to go to Sunset Forest that day, but he chose to stay.
Maybe those who are waiting can clean the scene as soon as possible.
There is no right or wrong, it’s just different choices for different people.
Chen Ping refused, there were only a dozen, not necessarily as many as mine, and said: "I also picked up some. You can keep the ones you picked up. Maybe you can exchange them for some silver coins later."
Speaking of this, Chen Ping's face suddenly darkened:
"Your hand..., what's wrong?"
Only then did he realize that the wide sleeve of He Xianxiang's right hand was empty and fluttering in the wind.
It seems gone.
"I was attacked while picking up resources. It's not in the way. I'm just missing an arm. I even picked out the monk's intestines and hung them at the door of his house. No one has dared to collect the body yet." He Xianxiang spoke with a ruthless tone. strength.
But what Chen Ping saw on He Xianxiang's face was decadence, with fatigue etched in his brows and wrinkles. This fatigue was not physical fatigue, but the decline of a person's energy and energy.
The old man seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight.
There is no longer the same spirit as before.
This is the reality. Many things seem to be free, but in fact they have hidden prices.
To make money, you have to accept risks.
Did the person who attacked He Xianxiang do it on the spur of the moment? Or is it because he and He Xianxiang have never dealt with each other in the first place and have been planning this for a long time? He Xianxiang didn't tell, and Chen Ping didn't know either.
But what he knows is that in troubled times, people's hearts are put under a magnifying glass, and the dark side of human nature will be infinitely magnified.
Anything can happen.
That's why he's leaving.
He doesn't gamble on people's hearts.
"Wait a minute..." Chen Ping rummaged in his pocket, found the porcelain bottle containing the 'Living Pill', and threw it to He Xianxiang, saying:
"I picked it up on the road. I don't need it. You can just use it."
If the migration of monsters had not happened, Chen Ping would not have dared to take out this limb-producing pill easily.
But with this chaos, whatever was picked up made sense and no one cared about the source.
He Xianxiang took the porcelain vase, took a look at it, and said without politeness: "Then I won't be polite. It is really needed. Not a single business in the city is open. Damn, these stores are really nothing."
He didn't say "thank you".
But my heart feels warm. In troubled times, healing elixirs cannot be measured by spiritual stones. They have a price but no market.
The old man was just complaining.
In this case, who dares to open the business?
Isn't that asking for trouble?
The two chatted for a while, and after He Xianxiang returned, Chen Ping continued to practice behind closed doors.
Evergreen Skill +1.
Evergreen Skill +1.
