I will survive with proficiency

West End.

Walking in the street, Chen Ping looked at the mansions in the courtyard, as if he had passed away, only to realize that he hadn't been back to the West District for nearly half a year.

When I left, I trained on the first level of Qi training, and when I came back again, I had already practiced on the second level of Qi training.

If he stayed in Ning Mansion back then, he might still be at the level of Qi training now, right?

maybe.

What's more, they may end up with a Ding Liu or a lot of people.

Although the environment here is good, it is not as warm as home in the East District.

Chen Ping was walking, when suddenly a group of people carried a person, swarming forward and walking quickly. Chen Ping quickly dodged to the side of the road to avoid getting into trouble.

From the gaps in the crowd, he saw that the person being carried was pale, with red eyes, laughing like crazy, trying to break free from the shackles of the crowd.

After the group of people left, only the sighs of the people were left behind.

"Hey, another crazy one."

"Yeah, what's wrong with this world? Is it the third one?"

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Chen Ping didn't inquire further, and retreated decisively in another way.

Right and wrong will not stay long. This is his principle.

Like that, it was probably possessed by evil spirits.

Still the house is safe.

Practice, practice.

He closed the door, and before practicing the exercises, he checked his talisman skin.

While practicing, one must not forget to make money.

Last month, 141 rune skins were made, and 64 finished skins were consumed. In addition, almost 60 finished skins were consumed last time, and there are currently more than 70 finished skins left.

After thinking about it, I decided to go to Zhang Zheng's first to get some goods.

Zhang Zhengjia.

Since Zhang Zheng saw Chen Ping's waste talisman skin last time, he was greatly stimulated.

Most of the time these days, he stayed at home to practice the skill of making talisman skins, and rarely went out, even to the yard.

But today is different.

Today, a fellow Taoist who learned how to make talisman skins with him came here, so he invited that fellow to communicate with him in the leather-making room.

"This talisman skin is really not easy, but Daoist Zhang, the talisman skin is getting more and more exquisite." Daoist Eagle Eye sat in front of Zhang Zheng's desk, looked at Zhang Zheng's talisman skin, and couldn't help sighing.

"This talisman." Zhang Zheng paused and said:

"Where, it's not superb. The quality of most of the talisman skins I get occasionally is not very good. Look at me."

The talisman skin actually belonged to Chen Ping, Zhang Zheng originally wanted to tell the truth.

But remembering that I had sworn with my Dao heart. Moreover, Chen Ping has always kept a low profile, and he felt that he couldn't speak directly like this, so he stopped.

"Occasionally, it's not easy to get it. It can be seen that Fellow Daoist Zhang has mastered these skills. As long as you practice hard, sooner or later you will become a great master of Fupi skills." Fellow Daoist Eagle Eye smiled and said.

Zhang Zheng smiled and said:

"How can it be so easy? I can't stand on the stage with my trivial skills."

He was humble on the lips, but still a little proud in his heart.

"Hey, the little girl is naughty, I made friends laugh, I'll tell her to stop, that bell is really annoying." Zhang Zheng rubbed his head.

Her daughter was playing in the yard, ringing the bell.

Had a great time.

Fellow Daoist Eagle Eye quickly grabbed Zhang Zheng and said with a smile:

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, and my bell won't break. Let her play if she likes it. It's okay."

Seeing what Fellow Daoist Eagle Eye said, Zhang Zheng smiled awkwardly, and didn't stop the little girl again.

Fellow Daoist Eagle Eye said again:

"Look at my memory. I brought my talisman skin. I asked fellow daoist about the technique of filling the dents last time, but I haven't learned it yet. I also asked fellow daoist Zhang to guide me a little bit."

"Master Qi's fee is too expensive, he is really not a son of man."

"Don't dare to give advice, let's discuss it." Zhang Zheng took the talisman skin from Fellow Daoist Hawkeye, looked at it again and again, and then gave some of his own opinions.

Exchanges between fellow Daoists are also common.

When Chen Ping went to Zhang Zheng's house, he saw that the courtyard door was open, so he went in directly.

Zhang Zheng's daughter was the only one playing in the yard. The five-year-old girl pouted her buttocks and shook a bell vigorously at a small bug on the ground.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, where's your dad?" Chen Ping greeted the kid with a smile.

The little girl turned her head to look at Chen Ping, thought blankly, then thought of something, and said:

"I don't have a dad."

Chen Ping: "Where's your father?"

My fault, my fault.

"It's inside." The girl continued to look for the little bug, her goal was to shake the little bug unconscious.

It's kind of cute.

Chen Ping couldn't help staying for a while:

"What's your name?"

The girl shook her head: "Father said, girls should be reserved and not tell other people's names casually."

oh.

Yeah?

Chen Ping smiled.

A bag "accidentally" fell out of his arms.

"Uncle, what is that? It smells so good." The girl shrugged her small nose.

Chen Ping picked up the small bag of dried animal meat that fell on the ground, which he brought when he went to the Sunset Forest to practice swords. He didn't take it out after returning home, but kept it with him.

"Dried monster meat." Chen Ping laughed.

"Uncle, my name is Zhang Xianqiu.. Gulu~"

Chen Ping:? ? ?

"hehe."

Chen Ping threw the monster meat jerky to the little girl, while he went in to find Zhang Zheng.

Chen Ping knocked on the door, and only after entering inside did he find that there was actually a fellow Taoist communicating with Zhang Zheng. Chen Ping, a fellow Taoist, also knew him, a colleague who studied with Master Qi back then.

Because of the presence of outsiders, Chen Ping didn't mention that he came here to buy the talisman skins. He just said that he was out to get some fresh air, so he came here to visit Zhang Zheng's.

Zhang Zheng also wisely did not mention the sale of finished leather.

"Chen Daoyou, you came at a good time. I am asking Zhang Daoyou for some skills? Can Chen Daoyou help me to see my talisman skin? Hey, I am still completely puzzled by the skill of stretching tendons." Eagle Eyed Fellow Daoist smiled embarrassingly. road.

Chen Ping accidentally took the talisman skin, looked at the talisman skin, and blurted out:

"this."

etc.

Chen Ping shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he apologized and smiled:

"I'm not afraid of fellow daoists making jokes when I say it. I'm still practicing until now, and I haven't been able to make valuable talisman skins yet. My meager skills are not worth mentioning in front of fellow daoists. How dare I fight against others?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, not knowing why Chen Ping said that.

But since Chen Ping didn't say much, it's inconvenient for him to say more.

After all, this is Chen Ping's own business.

Chen Ping chatted with the two of them again in general, deliberately avoiding the question of Fellow Daoist Hawkeye, and bid farewell after that, not disturbing the communication between the two of them.

out into the yard.

The little boy Zhang Xianqiu looked at Chen Ping eagerly, and swallowed:

"Uncle,...my name is Zhang Xianqiu."

Chen Ping: ...

It doesn't work if you call Zhang Xiandong.

there is none left.

Chen Ping didn't bother to talk to the kid, and stepped out of the yard.

The bright moon is in the sky.

Chen Ping lay on the wooden bed, thinking about it, and felt that something was wrong today.

He was obviously cautious enough.

Why did I almost subconsciously answer when Fellow Daoist Eagle Eye asked me a question?

If it wasn't for the word 'cautious' that had penetrated into my subconscious mind, I'm afraid I would have discussed it with that fellow Taoist on the spot.

Could it be that there is an inherent nature in my body that likes to pretend to be aggressive?

This prehistoric power that likes to pretend is about to explode?

Something is wrong.

Or am I overthinking it?

Forget it.

Nothing was exposed anyway.

That fellow Taoist Hawkeye undoubtedly wanted to prostitute technology for nothing.

It doesn't mean that if you don't have my skills for nothing, you will have opinions on me... right?

This is too much.

Not so, not so.

Tell me about the update time. In the future, try to update a chapter at 7:00 am and 5:00 pm respectively. If there is something that has not been coded, it will be postponed. In addition, everyone is very troublesome to keep reading. I didn’t test the water this week, and I look forward to it next week.