The king's steward's room.

"Chen Ping, do you really want to give up this mission?"

When Steward Wang heard Chen Ping's excuse, how could he not understand it, but he didn't know why Chen Ping came here.

What a chance.

How many people can't ask for it.

Is that money comparable?

Xu didn't look at the words much, and immediately secretly handed over a small bag of silver: "Steward Wang, you always drink tea." Chen Daoyou is not feeling well, but I am willing to complete this task for him. ”

Steward Wang glanced at him for a while, and didn't take the money bag for the time being, but just looked at Chen Ping.

Seeing this, Chen Ping said:

"Steward Wang, I can't hide it, I left a hidden physical illness from my previous mission, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover in a short time. So I can only give up this mission in pain, not only that, but I also want to resign from the position of Ningfu Jiading and go home to recuperate. ”

"Really?" The king's steward paused for a moment.

Not only the king was in charge, but also a few people looked sideways.

"Seriously." Chen Ping said in a deep voice.

"Do you know how many casual cultivators want to come in, but there is no such opportunity? If you give up on your cultivation, it will be difficult to come back in. Steward Wang added.

He actually doesn't want Chen Ping to resign, Chen Ping doesn't make trouble, and he has a good personality. It is precisely because of this that he arranged for Chen Ping to follow Miss Seven this time.

In particular, Chen Ping's wonderful skills in dissecting demon beasts and hard-working characteristics that he showed in the past two days made him appreciate them even more.

The knife is so good, and he works so hard, nice young man.

Chen Ping's tone was firm:

"I've made up my mind."

......

Chen Ping moved out of Ningfu on the same day.

He didn't have many things, and the monk's valuable things were usually small things that he carried with him, so he could take care of all his belongings in one pocket.

After leaving the Ning Mansion, he glanced back at the place where he had worked for several years, and was quite emotional.

Looking ahead, Chen felt full of anticipation.

'Free. ’

At this time, the middle of winter has passed and the warm spring has arrived, and the trees on the street are full of green, and everywhere is full of greenery and vitality.

Chen Ping walked along the main road of Bluestone Street to the east of the city, a plan he had made before he resigned.

Lianyun City is very large, and the whole city is divided into two areas, east and west.

In the western district, there are generally some families with heads and faces, such as Ningfu, one person became the core monk of Qingyun Sect, and the family moved here and spread out.

The eastern side lives in some scattered cultivation without roots and roots.

The Eastern District is also known as the Loose Repair Area.

There are no walls between the east and the west, and there are no clear boundaries, let alone entry and exit checkpoints.

However, this difference in rank meant that the monks of the two regions naturally rarely crossed districts.

It's a wall of hearts.

What Chen Ping is going to now is the Loose Cultivation Area.

If you don't have a job in Ningfu, there is no need to stay in the West District, on the one hand, it is difficult to find a profitable and safe job, and on the other hand, the rent here is ridiculously expensive.

The price in the eastern area will be much more affordable.

As for going out of Lianyun City?

That's impossible, it's too dangerous outside the city.

Lianyun City is protected by high city walls, and there are patrolling monks, monsters can't enter, and there is a high probability that evil spirits will not appear in the popular city, and it is relatively safe here.

When he arrived at the casual cultivation area, Chen Ping found a target house with his memory, but found that the house was empty.

I found a guy in the nearest store and asked:

"This fellow Daoist, dare to ask if you know where a fellow Daoist named He Xianxiang lives? I look like I'm about 60 years old, and I used to live across the street from there. ”

"He Xianxiang? Who's that? Isn't it amazing? I don't know. ”

Chen Ping: ......

There are no telephones in this world, and finding someone is troublesome.

I asked several monks in a row, and only then did I meet someone who knew He Xianxiang.

"Oh, you're looking for the meat ear seller, aren't you? Missing an ear, a handful of age one. ”

"Yes, yes." Chen Ping hurriedly said.

"Oh, if you sell meat ears, you sell meat ears, what are you talking about He Xianxiang, many people don't know his name." The monk complained: "Go along this street, then go west, go to the end, turn north, then turn east, then go north, go east a little bit... There it is. ”

Ahh

Can't you just say left and right?

Chen Ping racked his brains and silently noted down the direction:

"Thank you."

Turning around along the road that he silently recorded, he had to ask two Taoist friends one after another before he found He Xianxiang's home.

He Xianxiang was an old-timer that Chen Ping knew when he was working in Ningfu, and this person was also one of the masters in Ningfu back then, but later when he was old and didn't want to take any more risks to do tasks, he came out and lived in the casual cultivation area.

When he was in Ningfu, because Chen Ping was young, He Xianxiang took good care of Chen Ping.

The two have a good relationship.

But in recent years, the two have not interacted much, after all, they live in different regions, and everyone has their own lives and busy things.

At this time, seeing that it was Chen Ping who came to visit, He Xianxiang was quite surprised.

Then warmly welcomed Chen Ping into the house.

When he heard that Chen Ping was no longer 'working' in Ningfu, He Xianxiang was even more surprised and sighed.

"Come out, come out, it's not a big deal. Although this is a casual cultivation area, there are also people who end up in the Qingyun Sect. "Although He Xianxiang is in his sixties, his complexion is still good.

"That's it." Chen Ping smiled.

It doesn't matter if the Qingyun Sect is not the Qingyun Sect, I just want to find a place to get up and cultivate silently.

The panel is the confidence that he dares to move out.

It is also the confidence of his yearning for immortality.

"Senior He, this time, I am going to find a house here and live for the time being. Do you have any recommendations? Chen Ping cut to the chase.

He Xianxiang nodded: "Rent or buy?" ”

"How much does it cost?"

"The house in the loose cultivation area, like my one, is about 500 spirit stones."

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched:

"Rent."

The word is loud and clear.

"Okay, it's good to live in this area, and you and I can drink in our spare time. Wait a moment, old man, and I'll call the steward. He Xianxiang said.

He Xianxiang quickly called the steward.

Chen Ping stated his needs, and the steward made an assessment based on Chen Ping's needs and gave targeted rental suggestions.

The process of renting a house has never changed.

After a half-way of exchanging, He Xianxiang pointed to a house diagonally across from his house, and interjected:

"I heard that the owner of that room moved out yesterday?"

The steward snorted arrogantly: "That room is expensive." ”

It means that Chen Ping's needs are not met.

Chen Ping said speechlessly:

"How much per month?"

"3 lower-grade spirit stones for two months." The steward glanced at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was a little dissatisfied: "Why is that room half a year more spirit stone per month than other places?" ”

In the introduction of the steward, it is clear that the size of the house is not too different.

This street area is also no more upscale than other street areas.

It's pretty much the same.

"Don't you look at who's living next door to that room?" The steward glanced at Chen Ping more, thinking that he didn't know this? added: "Yu Qingyi, do you know? ”

Yu Qingyi?

Chen Ping has heard of this name to some extent.

It is resounding in the casual area.

Yu Qingyi is older than He Xianxiang, his cultivation is high, and he is chivalrous and generous, and he is deeply respected by the scattered cultivators, and it can be said that he is highly respected in the scattered cultivation area.

Living next to him is undoubtedly an extra layer of security.

No one is going to make trouble here.

In this world, land is not valuable.

The house is not worth much.

But safety is worth the money.

"Let's go see that one." Chen Ping said in pain.

The house is a combination of wood and earth rammed structure, not big or small, three rooms, which should be counted as a hundred square meters, with an external kitchen.

There is a small courtyard outside the house, which is not very big, but it is completely enough to practice swords and the like inside.

Chen Ping was quite satisfied.

He is also satisfied with the environment of this street, the stone path is relatively clean, the houses are scattered, although it is not as luxurious and atmospheric as the West End, but it can also give people a very comfortable feeling.

After reading it, Chen Ping decisively paid the deposit and rent and rented the house.

It's a little more expensive.

Buy a safe one, it's worth it.

After sending He Xianxiang and the steward away, Chen Ping took care of the house, because the previous owner only moved out yesterday, so the house was not dirty, and there was not too much domestic garbage left, which was easy to take care of.

After taking care of it, I went out to buy some daily necessities, bought a full month's supply of spiritual rice and demon beast meat, and went home to decorate it.

Lying on the soft futon at night, without a trace of sourness, Chen Ping smiled with relief.

I guess I have a home. ’