I will survive with proficiency

Diagonally opposite to Chen Peng's stall.

The two monks were silently watching the situation on Chen Ping's side.

"Did you see that? What's the difference between the monk who sold the talisman skins and the few 'good-hearted people' you and I met just now? You said it." A dark monk nuzzled Chen Ping with his mouth, and spoke to the people around him. The green-robed monk asked.

The green-robed monk looked childish and observed for a while before saying:

"Also a person."

"It's just sold out."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the dark monk as if seeking proof.

The dark monk nodded with a teachable expression:

"The ability to comprehend is not bad, and you can understand a little bit. Since you are a fellow villager, your father entrusted you to me, and you can practice with me in the future. Resources are indispensable."

"What you said just now is very true, but there are still a few things I want to help you with."

"When looking for a target, the first thing to do is to evaluate your strength. This monk is selling rune skins instead of talismans. What does that mean? It means that his cultivation base will not exceed the third level. Drawing talismans can make more money than rune skins. How can anyone put a high income on it? Instead of doing what you want to do, you can do something with low income? It’s unlikely.”

"And I'm at the second level of Qi training, and you are at the middle of the first level of Qi training. We are in the dark, and he is in the light. The victory is sure."

"Besides, we have to evaluate whether the target is really a person? We have been following for so long, but we haven't seen anyone chatting with him. It can be seen that the other party is at least here today."

"Besides, speculate on the level of his wealth. If you are too well dressed, you can't do it. You and I can't offend you. If you are too poor, you don't need to do it. It's not worth it. The monk in front of me, the weapon and the Taoist robe are not magic weapons. The clothes are ordinary, not rich People from the family. But they sell talisman skins, so they won’t be too poor. It’s the most suitable for helping you and me practice.”

"Do you understand?"

The green-robed monk nodded like a chick pecking at rice:

"Brother Li, when shall we rob Dao?"

"Look at you." The dark monk dissatisfied: "This is not called robbery. This is called the other party's kind heart, willing to donate some money to help you and me practice. This is his accumulation of virtue."

"What brother Li said is very true." The green-robed monk was a little timid.

He never did it.

He is the only qi trainer in their village, and he came to Qingyunzong to seek a teacher with the hopes of the whole village. Unfortunately, he failed the examination and could only temporarily settle down in Lianyun City until next year.

Fortunately, I found a fellow from the village next door to me.

The swarthy monk was finally satisfied after hearing what his green-robed companion said.

"At this very moment."

After Chen Ping closed the booth, he just walked a few steps when he felt something was wrong.

next moment.

Before he could fully react, he felt something hard against his waist.

Then, an arm hooked around his shoulder.

Turning around, a dark face was smiling at him.

An unknown face.

Then, another monk appeared on the other side.

The two caught him in the middle.

Fuck.

Careless.

I thought it might be dangerous, but I never thought that there are still so many people in the current Fangshi, and someone would dare to rob the road openly.

Then he heard a voice from the dark face:

"Fellow Daoist, do me a favor. The spell that this cultivator practices is the snap of the fingers, but it is easy to pop out uncontrollably, especially when you are nervous. You don't want this, do you?"

"Besides, this cultivator has entered the third level of cultivation, you have no chance."

Chen Ping thought about the predicament in his heart, and said calmly:

"What do fellow Daoists say?"

The dark monk grinned in satisfaction:

"This street is under the care of this cultivator. To maintain stability for everyone, you and I are both immortal cultivators. Naturally, I have no complaints. But recently, I have a lack of spiritual stones. Can you lend me one or two? Well, keep an account and wait for me If you have money, you will naturally return it to fellow daoists.”

"Fellow Daoist, don't say no, you sold a lot of talisman skins just now."

Chen Ping 'approved' and said:

"Fellow Daoist is really concerned about the safety of the city, so what's the point if I contribute some spirit stones? It should be so. If I don't give them, it will appear that I don't know what to do."

After finishing speaking, he signaled the other party not to be nervous, then decisively took out a wallet and handed it to the dark Taoist priest.

The dark Taoist was stunned.

I didn't expect Chen Ping to be so eloquent.

He took the wallet and squeezed it.

It's Lingshi, not gold and silver.

The swarthy Taoist smiled satisfied, showing his big yellow teeth: "How about borrowing this sword from me?"

Chen Ping's pupils shrank, and he squeezed his hands unconsciously. Then, he regained his composure and said:

"Fellow Daoist, just take it."

The swarthy Taoist grinned: "Thank you fellow daoist for your help. Then don't bother fellow daoist to get rich."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the long sword from Chen Ping's waist, and winked at his companion, and then the two of them backed away slowly, but kept their eyes on Chen Ping.

After retreating to a place with a lot of people, he suddenly turned around and disappeared among the crowd.

Chen Pingdun felt the locked breath disappear.

exhale.

This is the way of the world.

Why is it so difficult to be a good person?

The swarthy Taoist priest and the green-robed monk walked a long way, and they breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that Chen Ping hadn't followed.

Although my own cultivation is better, but for this kind of thing, getting money without conflict is the best result.

Besides, it's in public.

Fortunately, the other party is very knowledgeable.

"Brother Li, I always feel that this person has more than this few spirit stones, why don't we want all of them?" the green-robed monk asked puzzled.

"Look at you, I just praised you for your high understanding."

The swarthy Taoist gave his compatriot a blank look, and continued:

"This is another essential point I want to teach you. Our Jie Dao is different from those Jie Dao monks who fight each other with their lives. If we want to avoid conflicts, we must know how to measure."

"Cultivators who often come to Fangshi, who will put the spirit stone in a purse? Which one is not several purses? We only need one, and the other party will think about 'spending money and eliminating disasters', and will not fight with us. .”

"If you really want all of other people's money, then you will die forever."

"Do you understand?"

The green-robed monk suddenly realized: "Brother Li taught you the lesson."

Learned, learned.

"Do you know why I took his sword? This sword is worthless, not even a spirit stone." The swarthy monk asked back.

"Let him lose the chance to sneak attack."

"Children can be taught."

"So, that monk won't pester us just now, right?" the green-robed monk asked unsurely.

"rest assured."

"This monk is timid at first glance. Moreover, he is not a person who holds grudges, so it's okay." The dark monk was confident.

He has always been good at seeing people.

"Go, go to Xianyu Lane to see how many there are."

Xianyushen Lane has always had very few pedestrians, and it is a favorite place for the monks who robbed the Tao to divide their accounts.

The two walked into the alley with ease.

Three monks were robbed today, there are many, but it is estimated that there are dozens of spirit stones in total, which can be regarded as a big harvest day. Coupled with the huge sum of money stolen a few days ago, there are enough resources to practice in seclusion for a period of time.

In order to live forever, using these means is nothing.

The dark monk was in a happy mood, but just after turning a corner, he suddenly felt a cold light flash.

He was shocked.

'Someone robbed? '

Under stress, he shot out several consecutive spiritual power snaps, and took advantage of the momentum to retreat.

Looking down, he was frightened and flicked his fingers this time without any money.

Don't care about the lack of spiritual power at all.

"...the legs are gone."

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, breaking out in a cold sweat.

This person's sword is too fast, the sword energy is relentless, and the distance is too close, so fast that he can't exert his strength at all.

in the shadows.

Chen Ping didn't give the other party a chance to react at all.

Gentle wind and drizzle, the wind is not smooth, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the hole is calm.

When the sixth form was finished, the dark monk fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't stand his eyes. He couldn't believe to the death that this person was actually a monk who had just been robbed by him.

The same is true for the monks in green robes.

Obviously Brother Li said that this person is as timid as a mouse.

Not a person who holds grudges.

Brother Li has always been very accurate in seeing people.

"Why do you want to rob me?" Chen Ping gave the blue-robed monk a sigh of relief.

The green-robed monk was sweating profusely, and asked with difficulty: "Can I still live?"

"You have no room to bargain." Chen Ping stabbed his arm with a sword.

The green-robed monk gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound. In the desire to survive, he chose to answer:

"Brother Li has his eyes on you and said that you are suitable for robbery."

"Brother Li? He."

The green-robed monk nodded.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"No, no one instructed us, and we are not the Vian monks in this city." The green-robed monk began to speak intermittently, looked at Chen Ping with the eyes of survival, and said with difficulty:

"Can I still live...? I didn't want to."

Chen Ping knew that this person was a novice, and he was still a little trembling when he was threatened by Fangshi just now. So he only focused on attacking the dark monk in the battle just now.

He glanced at the green-robed monk, put the tip of the sword on the green-robed monk's heart, and plunged down. Give him a good time.

It's all he can do.

Chen Ping made sure that the two of them were dead, so he quickly retracted his long sword and quickly touched the corpse.

The battle only takes place in a few seconds, and the people around will not see it for the first time, but as long as they hear the movement, they will probably appear here soon.

So hurry up.

He quickly removed his traces, regardless of the corpse, and then quickly evacuated the scene.

After turning around a few alleys, he changed his appearance again, and then calmly re-integrated into the crowd of Fangshi.

Although my heart was pounding, I acted as if nothing had happened on the surface.

Stopped in Fangshi for a while, then set foot on the way home.

Leave the land of right and wrong.