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Wen Ping ignored Li Hua, and his eyes did not fall on Li Hua. He just said to Shihua: "Can I come in and take a look?"

Shihua nodded.

Seeing Wen Ping walking in, an idea came into Shihua's mind.

Did Wen Ping agree to her offer?

But the next second she rejected the idea. The Immortal Sect already had the strength to kill Elder Yang Hua, and Yang Lele, the eldest young master of the Yang family, also joined the Immortal Sect. Even if the current Immortal Sect is not good enough, Wen Ping, as a

How could the leader of a sect condescend to Long Hua?

But she had no idea what Wen Ping was doing here, just like when the Immortal Sect fell, she didn't know where to go in the future.

"Are you really here to see me?"

"no."

Shihua said oh, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, which she didn't even notice.

Wen Ping said, "I happened to be passing by here. I was in a hurry and wanted to come in and borrow a toilet."

"ah!"

"Can't I borrow it?"

"Okay, just walk along here until the end."

Shihua was confused, and she guessed a lot of possibilities, which had nothing to do with Wen Ping's original intention.

Seeing that he was being left aside, Li Hua was unhappy with Wen Ping, so he immediately stopped Wen Ping and said, "Wen Ping, you can come in, but if something happens, don't let Shihua plead for you."

After Li Hua finished speaking, Shihua's expression changed, and she subconsciously looked towards the backyard of the martial arts school. It seemed that there was someone there who made her heart palpitate. But Wen Ping came to borrow the toilet, so she couldn't drive him away.

"Wen Ping, please leave as soon as you are done. There are people from the Patron Sect in the martial arts hall today. If they see you..."

"Understood." Wen Ping nodded.

After Shihua said that, he turned around and left. Li Hua made way for Wen Ping and did not stop him. In fact, he sincerely hoped that Wen Ping would meet Mu Yan who was in the back room. With Mu Yan's temper, he might be angry with Wen Ping.

Should Wen Ping just kill him?

As soon as the two of them left, Wen Ping walked towards the place where Zhao Yi disappeared, walking along the masonry wall to the end.

At the end is a kitchen, with a well outside the kitchen, a woodshed on the left, and a hut for people on the right. Here, a lot of triangular bamboo frames are set up, and then they are linked together by many long bamboos with drooping tops.

Lots of dripping clothes.

Zhao Yi was sitting by the well at this time, beating the clothes that needed to be washed with a stick, with disheveled hair and an unknown expression.

"Zhao Yi!"

Bang--

The sound of wooden sticks hitting clothes suddenly stopped.

He was still holding soap powder in his left hand, which also stopped in mid-air.

"Who are you?"

Under the disheveled hair, a pair of very frightened eyes were transmitted through the gaps in the hair.

Zhao Yi took a few glances at the person in front of him. To be honest, he had never seen him before, and he didn't look like he was from Huayue City. But the other person knew his real name, which he had hidden for a year.

Over the past year, he has never told anyone this name, not even the beautiful owner of the hotel who recently took him in.

Wen Ping smiled and passed through the group of hangers without getting too close. He just said, "I am Wen Ping, the leader of the Immortal Sect. As long as you are willing to join my sect, I can give you the best guidance.

The best martial arts."

Immortal Sect!

When he heard these three words, Zhao Yi's face showed some indifference.

"The Immortal Sect has fallen. If you want to deceive people, please find someone else to pretend to be. Besides, I am a useless person. I have nothing, and there is nothing worth deceiving."

"I am truly the master of the Immortal Sect."

"You've got the wrong person."

After saying that, Zhao Yi was about to stand up, picked up the wooden basin and walked towards the kitchen, not wanting to pay attention to Wen Ping's thoughts.

Wen Ping immediately continued, "Zhao Yi, as long as you agree to join our Immortal Sect, I guarantee that you will avenge your revenge within ten years!"

Zhao Yi did not answer.

But it stopped at the door of the kitchen.

snort!

ten years.

Not to mention ten years, even if you give him twenty years, what will happen if he is given thirty years?

Once he could reach the fifth level of martial arts at the age of 15, and he might have the opportunity to peek into the Tongxuan realm in the future. But now, he is just a useless person, with all his meridians cut off, his life as low as a dog, and revenge has become an unattainable dream.

As a two-star force, the Feilong Society has Tongxuan Realm in charge, and the number of thirteenth-level body-refining monks under its command exceeds two palms. If you want to take revenge, you can only become a Tongxuan Realm, but at that time, I am afraid that the Feilong Society’s Tongxuan Realm

The environment has entered a higher level.

Time does not wait for me, let alone waiting for him when his meridians are all cut off and he is unable to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

Seeing that Zhao Yi was silent, Wen Ping quickly continued, "If I help you redeem your life, will you join the Immortal Sect?"

"Maybe."

After Zhao Yi said this, he entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Wen Ping immediately decided to go to Shihua first, destroy Zhao Yi's deed of betrayal, and give him a free life first. In his current state of mind, he must not believe anything he says, and his claims are not as convincing as the facts.

powerful.

When I came to the backyard of the martial arts school, I heard the childish roars, and then I found Shihua who was teaching the children to practice.

When Shihua turned around and saw Wen Ping, her expression suddenly changed. She quickly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you to leave directly? Why are you here?"

"Shihua, I have something to ask you. Come with me."

"You...well, if someone from the Patron Sect sees it."

When the two of them walked to a corner, that guy Li Hua was attracted to him like a magnet for some unknown reason.

However, Wen Ping ignored him and continued to say to Shihua: "Shihua, I want someone from you."

"Want someone alone?"

Shihua couldn't help but look at the children who were practicing.

Wen Ping quickly explained, "What I want is not them, but the person you took in a few days ago."

"You mean Hu Er?"

"Hu Er...yes, that's him."

Before Shihua could speak, Li Hua said: "Wen Ping, Hu Er has signed a deed of betrayal to our Longhua Martial Arts School. He will only be able to wash clothes and cook at the Longhua Martial Arts School for the rest of his life. It's impossible for you."

Wen Ping seemed not to have heard what Li Hua said, and then said to Shihua: "What, as long as you give him to me, I will not let you suffer any loss. I can buy a few or even a dozen handymen for Long Hua."

.”

Shihua hesitated for a while, then looked at Li Hua, and then said: "Hu Er sold herself to him."

"Hu Er gave it to you, it's impossible." Li Hua chuckled and said proudly.

Aren't you ignoring me?

Aren’t you asking me now?

Li Hua was feeling secretly happy, but Wen Ping's words stunned him.

"1000 gold!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Hu Er sold his body to me and I will give you 1,000 gold coins."

"you……"

Li Hua suddenly didn't know how to answer. 1,000 gold was really too much.

He is not from a wealthy family, so apart from relying on the Mountain Sect to distribute his training resources, he can only rely on his own money to buy them. Even if he is at the fifth level of body refining, he can only earn thirty or forty gold a month.

Wen Ping can buy a disheveled handyman for 1,000 gold coins. If he goes to the handyman market, he can buy one for 10 gold coins. If he sells Hu Er to Wen Ping, he will become rich overnight.

At the same time, at a corner of the martial arts hall, Zhao Yi, who was planning to go to Li Hua's room to get a change of dirty clothes, heard these words clearly, his steps stopped suddenly, and he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Feeling.

He has a bad life.

Apart from washing clothes and cooking, I can't do anything.

Originally, he was planning to work as a handyman in Longhua Martial Arts School for the rest of his life, but now someone is willing to spend thousands of gold to help him redeem himself.

Zhao Yi slowly raised his head, touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and brought down a drop of crystal tears.

Silence for a long time!

Suddenly he murmured: "Is this what it feels like to be cared about?"