I will survive with proficiency

bedroom.

Chen Ping opened the package he had brought from the skinny monk in the west of the city, and poured out his brains.

Immediately stunned.

How many houses had to be looted to get so many things?

Ten daggers.

Three of them are low-grade magic weapons of the first order.

Eight long swords.

Four of them are first-tier low-grade magic weapons, and the other one is actually a first-tier middle-grade magic weapon. This is not cheap, a first-order middle-grade magic sword needs at least 12 middle-grade spirit stones. He doesn't have so many spirit stones at his disposal now.

Absolutely good stuff.

Chen Ping couldn't put it down and played with it for a while. The body of the sword is made of black iron, the blade is cold and flashing, and the hilt is engraved with patterns of clouds, which means that it is a good product produced by the firm under the jurisdiction of Qingyunzong.

'I will use this sword from now on. Unexpectedly, the saber has transformed from an ordinary sword into a first-order middle-grade magic weapon, and its combat power can soar. '

Chen Ping untied the ordinary long sword that had been with him for many years at his waist. It's time to retire, old man.

A bunch of talismans.

There are 217 Cleaning Talismans, 17 Suppressing Evil Talismans, 14 Sword Avoidance Talismans, 15 Najin Talismans, and 23 Fire Talismans.

Najin Talisman?

It was the first time for Chen Ping to come into contact with this kind of talisman, so he didn't know much about it, so let's put it away for now, and see if he needs it later, and if he doesn't need it, he can sell it.

Six robes.

Five of them are actually robes, and more than one magic circle is engraved on individual robes.

Much better than Chen Ping's.

Chen Ping thought about it, but in the end he still didn't change his magic robe. Most of these robes were pulled from the bodies of the dead, and wearing them was somewhat awkward.

11 books.

Most of them are sword manuals and exercises, and he doesn't need them.

However, there was a book "The Biography of the Lovely History of Youlan Fairy" that made Chen Ping's face darken. Who are these people? How could we, the immortal cultivators, indulge in such filthy books? It doesn't look like it. woman? Women will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword.

He was speechless, and decided to criticize the book, so he silently put the book in his inner pocket.

Elixir.

3 Pills of Invigorating Qi, 2 Pills of Helping God, and 3 Pills of Sunrise.

The qi invigorating pill is used to invigorate qi, there were three before, and now there are six in total. Zhushen Pill is used for staying up late to refresh oneself. It is said that taking one pill for two days and nights without sleep will not cause the slightest sleepiness. As for Sunrise Pill,...well, he doesn't need it, he can sell it for spirit stones in the future.

A pile of spirit stones.

Among them, there are 6 middle-grade spirit stones and 629 low-grade spirit stones.

Some gold and silver.

Chen Ping took a deep breath and was overjoyed. Getting rich, definitely getting rich.

A wave of fat.

With this wealth, no matter where you go, you don't have to worry about livelihood for the time being.

Sudden.

The sound of knocking on the door reminded me.

When He Xianxiang came back, he first thought of coming to Chen Ping's house to see this kid who hadn't seen him for two days.

When he arrived in the yard, he saw the Taoist robe hanging up. He knew that Chen Ping was not dead, and he was relieved. Chen Ping had a good relationship with him, and he was a rare friend in Lianyun City in the past.

Taking a closer look, he couldn't help smiling when he saw the sign.

"This kid still claims to be a scholar? Even the sign is copied from the old man, bah."

Read a bit:

[The master is not dead.

If any fellow Taoist dares to break into the house and loot, I swear to kill his whole family. ]

Isn't it exactly the same.

He Xianxiang became more and more proud.

Suddenly, his face froze.

I saw the final inscription:

[Message by: He Xianxiang. ]

He Xianxiang:

Brat, don't even change your name.

Take the old man as the blame.

"Senior He? You're here? Hey, what's wrong with your face?" Chen Ping heard the noise in the yard, a strange 'knocking on the door', 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, don't be polite." Chen Ping smiled and opened the window.

He Xianxiang:

Looking at the collapsed wooden door and then at the narrow window, the corners of He Xianxiang's mouth twitched:

"Cough, cough, you are quite open-minded. I won't sit down, old man, as long as I see that you are fine. By the way, I picked up more than a dozen weapons. If you need them, go to my side to pick them up. Some are magic weapons. not bad."

Seeing Chen Ping's eyes, He Xianxiang said again:

"What are you thinking? Old man, I still have a bottom line. I don't kill people at will. I pick them 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 value issues, but he just wanted to understand why He Xianxiang asked him to go to Sunset Forest that day, but he chose to stay.

Perhaps waiting is also able to clean the scene as soon as possible.

There is no right or wrong, different people have different choices.

Chen Ping refused, only a dozen or so, not necessarily as many as mine, said: "I also picked up some. You can keep the ones you picked up for yourself, maybe you can exchange for some silver taels after a while."

Having said that, Chen Ping's face suddenly sank:

"what happened to your hand?"

Only then did he realize that the wide sleeve of He Xianxiang's right hand was empty, fluttering in the wind.

It seems to be gone.

"I was attacked while picking up resources. It's not a problem, it's just missing an arm. I even picked out the intestines of that monk and hung them at the door of his house. Up to now, no one has dared to collect the corpse." He Xianxiang said with a ruthless look. strength.

But what Chen Ping saw on He Xianxiang's face was decadence, exhaustion engraved in the brows and wrinkles, this kind of exhaustion was not physical exhaustion, but a decline in one's spirit.

The old man seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

There is no more spirit like before.

This is the reality, many things seem to be free, but in fact they are secretly priced.

To make money, you have to take risks.

Did the person who attacked He Xianxiang do it on a whim? Or was he already at odds with He Xianxiang, planning for a long time? He Xianxiang didn't say anything, 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..." Chen Ping rummaged through his pockets, found the porcelain bottle containing the 'Shengli Pill', threw it to He Xianxiang, and said:

"I picked it up on the road, I don't need it. You just can use it."

If there hadn't been a migration of monsters, Chen Ping wouldn't have dared to take out this Limb Pill easily.

But with this mess, it makes sense to pick up anything, and no one cares about the source.

He Xianxiang took the porcelain vase, glanced at it, and was not polite: "Then I will not be polite, it is really needed, and none of the shops in the city have opened. Damn, these shops are really not a thing."

He didn't say "thank you".

But the heart is quite warm. In the troubled times, the healing elixir cannot be measured by spirit stones, there is a price but no market.

The old man was just complaining.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to open the door for 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.