overthrow the chief

Chu Ting took Song Zhe out.

Walking through two mountains, over three peaks, and passing through more than a dozen forks... Finally, at the foot of the distant mountain, there is smoke rising from the kitchen.

TMD, how can this road be so far away? ┭┮﹏┭┮

If Chu Ting hadn't practiced martial arts for many years, he was strong and protected by internal energy, he would have been lying on the road long ago.Even so, he walked out of breath and sweated profusely from exhaustion.By the time he arrived at the entrance of the town, Chu Ting's back was sore and his legs were cramping. He could barely remember his identity and the purpose of his trip, and maintained the demeanor of being the head of the house in uncluttered clothes.

Pretending to be mobile isn't such an easy job!He couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Oh!"

Song Zhe had been worried that he was still poisoned and weak. Hearing this sigh, he quickly asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"I'm fine." Chu Ting had no choice but to put on an attitude of worrying about the country and the people, and fooled Song Zhe, "The road is long and the road is long. I'm thinking about the revitalization of the sect. I need a long-term plan. Take your time."

Moreover, the Taiqing sect has no prestige in this area at all. Take this small town at the foot of the mountain as an example, there must be few residents who know that there is a Taiqing sect in the mountain.No normal family would just hand over their children to these two unknown guys.

Talent is the primary productive force!Without apprentices, how can we talk about revitalizing the sect?Just the two of them alone won't do it.Besides, there are still a bunch of novice tasks in the task column. At least one apprentice must be recruited, and a school hall must be built, and the school funds must reach 500 taels of silver.

Judging from Chu Ting's experience in playing various games for many years, there will be generous rewards for upgrading the sect. (￣﹃￣) For this, he also has to go out this way—if he doesn’t go down the mountain to make money, what is the ten taels of silver enough for?

Chu Ting took Song Zhe Shiran into the small town, looked left and right, wandered around, calling it an inspection of the situation.Near noon, the two entered a restaurant, and Chu Ting also enjoyed the protagonist's treatment, sitting on the second floor by the window, with a great view and a panoramic view of everything on the street.

Xiaoer came up to entertain in a hurry, looked at Chu Ting's clothes, and his eyes lit up immediately.The clothes provided by the system are all made of good materials, well-cut and fit, and look like they are specially made.Immediately classified Chu Ting into the ranks of the rich, and Song Zhe was regarded as a servant boy.There are many smiles on the face: "My lord, what do you want?"

The ten taels of silver are still in his arms.Chu Ting searched the original body's memory of purchasing items, and found that he was really cash-strapped, and the idea of ​​wanting to have a big meal was also turned off.Looking at Song Zhe, who saw everything fresh, he gritted his teeth and said, "Two bowls... Yangchun noodles!"

"Yangchun noodles?" Xiaoer was taken aback for a moment, and asked again unwillingly, "Do you want anything else?"

"Oh." Chu Ting added: "One more pot of tea!" He didn't notice Xiao Er's disappointed eyes at all, and said another sentence that almost made Xiao Er vomit blood: "The free one!"

Xiaoer left angrily, Song Zhe was a little restless: "Brother, Dad only left ten taels of silver, we still have to buy a lot of things, and recruit disciples..."

Isn't this the property of a wife?So cute... In fact, Song Zhe and Song Qingyuan have similar personalities, right?Chu Ting had already scattered his thoughts and didn't know where to think.Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Zhe hurriedly called out, "Senior Brother? Senior Brother?!"

"Hey, I'm here." Chu Ting responded: "From now on, call me Brother Sect Leader. That way, when others hear it, they will feel grand!"

Song Zhe didn't understand why, and felt aggrieved: "Brother, I changed my mind, and you said no need."

Is there such a thing?He searched again and found that memory.Unexpectedly, Song Zhe was simply a caring little padded jacket. As early as Song Qingyuan was buried, Chu Ting took the initiative to change his name when he took over the position of head. However, Chu Ting grew up with him and had a different friendship. He stays the same.

He was also a little embarrassed: "Well, junior brother, I mean, it's better to call the head senior brother in front of outsiders. After all, we want to revitalize the Taiqing sect... In private, we are still senior brothers for so many years, aren't we?"

Song Zhe didn't have any doubts, and obediently responded.As soon as the two of them walked on the road, they were already starving. As soon as the Yangchun Noodles came, the fragrant noodles and the pure natural thick soup were alluring.

Song Zhe's eyes turned red again: "Brother, it's all because I can't make noodles..."

Chu Ting quickly waved his hands to comfort him: "Junior brother, this is not your fault, don't blame yourself for this."

Song Zhe was very moved, his face turned red again, and his eyes sparkled: "Senior Brother..."

Suddenly someone sneered at the side: "What kind of brother and brother? It's so shabby. Could it be from some dilapidated door?"

Is it annoying? ≡(▔﹏▔)≡

Chu Ting glanced to the side from the corner of his eye, hey, fat boy, fat man, dressed like a dog, followed by servants——the standard image of the second generation ancestor!To be able to eat, drink and have nothing to do, leading the dog legs to the streets to molest women from good families, this is the time-traveling role he had dreamed of in the past.Today can be regarded as seeing alive! <(￣￣￣)@m

"I don't dare to be a poor family." Chu Ting straightened his eyes and responded slowly: "It's not as good as your tutor."

The one over there who didn't seem to have a high IQ was really irritated, and stood up abruptly: "What did you say?"

He saw that although Chu Ting and Song Zhe were handsome and extraordinary, they ate the cheapest Yangchun noodles. They didn't even add eggs and only had two or three green vegetable leaves.It is expected that he is not a rich man, and it is unlikely that he has any backstage background.Immediately, he was arrogant, and his arrogance increased by a few percentage points: "What are you, dare to talk to me like this, young master?"

Chu Ting didn't even look at him, and asked calmly without answering, "Are you a thing?"

The second generation ancestor immediately replied reflexively: "Of course I am not a thing, young master!"

With a "puchi", Song Zhe laughed out loud.The second generation ancestor also reacted, and became angry from embarrassment: "I, Zhang Mingyuan, will not beat the unknown, so name me!"

Still a trainer?Chu Ting was amazed, with such a figure... could it be that he practiced Piao Piao Fist against himself in the legend?

Fatty Zhang strode forward, clenched his hands into fists, and was about to punch Chu Ting in the face.As an ordinary-looking fat man, he instinctively harbors complex emotions of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Chu Ting, who is handsome and slender than him.The blow was fast and hard, and it precisely hit Chu Ting's left eye socket.Seeing that this eye was not broken but also bruised, Song Zhe couldn't help but whispered: "Senior brother!"

Chu Ting didn't panic, turned his hands slightly, and pushed flatly on the side of the table——

"Whoa!"

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

After a series of reactions, Song Zhe stared wide-eyed, watching Chu Ting sitting on the wooden bench in the restaurant, looking very imposing.The table in front of him had been pushed far away, and it just hit Fatty Zhang's fat belly, squeezing him between the two tables, unable to move.

Fatty Zhang was so squeezed that his intestines spilled into his throat, and he yelled angrily: "Do you dare to tell me who you are?"

Chu Ting raised his eyebrows, raised half of his eyelids, and uttered five words: "Taiqing sect, Chu Ting."