Western.

Chen Ping walked in the street, looking at the mansions in the deep courtyard everywhere, as if he was in a different world, only to realize that he had not returned to the West District for nearly half a year.

When I left, I practiced qi on the first floor, and when I came back again, I was already more than halfway through the second layer of qi training.

If he had stayed in Ning Mansion at the beginning, I'm afraid he would still be practicing Qi now, right?

Not necessarily.

What's more, it may end up with a Ding Liu, a little bit of a fate.

Although the environment here is good, it is not as warm as the home of the East End.

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

Through the cracks in the crowd, he saw that the man being carried was pale, his eyes were red, and he laughed like crazy, trying to break free from the restraints of everyone.

After the group left, only the sighs of the crowd remained.

"Hey, another crazy one."

"yes, what's wrong with this world? The third one, right? ”

“......”

Chen Ping didn't inquire much, and retreated decisively by another path.

The land of right and wrong will not be long after... This is his principle.

... In that case, most of them are possessed by evil spirits.

Or the house is safe.

Cultivation, cultivation.

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

While cultivating, you can't forget to make money.

Last month, 141 talisman skins were made, 64 adult skins were consumed, plus almost 60 adult skins were consumed last time, and there are currently more than 70 adult skins left.

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

......

Zhang Zhengjia.

Zhang Zheng has been greatly stimulated since he saw Chen Ping's waste talisman skin last time.

These days, I spend most of my time at home practicing the talisman skin making technique, rarely going out, or even out into the yard.

But today is different.

Today, there was a Taoist friend who was learning talisman leather with him, and he led that Taoist friend to communicate together in the leather making room.

"It's really not easy to make this talisman skin, but it's Zhang Daoyou, this talisman is getting more and more exquisite." Eagle-eyed Daoist sat in front of Zhang Zheng's desk, looking at Zhang Zheng's talisman skin, and couldn't help but sigh.

"This talisman..."Zhang Zheng paused for a moment and said:

"Where, it's not exquisite, occasionally obtained, the quality of most of the talisman skins is not very good, you look at me."

That talisman skin was actually Chen Ping's, and Zhang Zheng originally wanted to tell the truth.

But I thought that I had sworn by the heart of the Tao. And Chen Ping has always been low-key, and he felt that he couldn't say it directly like this, so he stopped.

"It's not easy to get it occasionally, it can be seen that Zhang Daoyou has mastered these skills, as long as he practices diligently, sooner or later his skills will be completed." Hawkeye Daoist smiled.

Zhang Zheng smiled:

"How can it be so easy? I can't get this little skill on the table. ”

is modest on the lips, but still a little proud in the heart.

"Hey, the little girl is naughty, it makes Daoyou laugh, I'll go and tell her to stop, that bell is really annoying." Zhang Zheng rubbed his head.

Her daughter was playing in the yard with a bell ringing.

Have a lot of fun.

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

"Out of the way, out of the way, my bell won't shake. Let the girl like it, let her play, it's okay. ”

Seeing that Hawkeye Daoist said this, Zhang Zheng smiled awkwardly and didn't stop the little girl again.

Eagle Eye Daoyou said again:

"Look at my memory, I brought my talisman skin, the technique of filling the dents, I consulted a Taoist friend once last time, but I haven't learned it yet, and I asked Zhang Daoyou to guide one or two."

"Master Qi's fee is too expensive, it's really not a good man."

"Don't dare to advise, the right to discuss." Zhang Zheng took the talisman skin of the Eagle Eye Daoyou, looked at it again and again, and then gave some of his own opinions.

Exchanges between Taoist friends are also common.

......

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

Zhang Zheng's daughter was the only one playing there in the yard, and the five-year-old girl pouted her butt and held a bell to shake vigorously at a small insect on the ground.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, where is your dad?" Chen Ping smiled and greeted the little kid.

The little girl turned her head to look at Chen Ping, thinking blankly, and then she didn't know what she thought, and said:

"I don't have a dad."

Chen Ping: ...... "What about your father?" ”

My bad, my bad.

"It's in there." The girl continued to possess the little bug, and her goal was to shake the little bug unconscious.

It's kind of cute.

Chen Ping couldn't help but linger for a while:

"What's your name?"

The girl shook her head: "Father said that girls should be reserved and can't tell others their names at will." ”

Oh.

Is it?

Chen Ping smiled.

A bag "accidentally" fell out of his arms.

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

Chen Ping picked up the small bag of beast jerky that fell on the ground, which he brought when he went to the Sunset Forest to practice swords, and he didn't take it out when he got home, and he kept it on his body.

"Monster jerky." Chen Ping said with a smile.

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

Chen Ping: ???

"Huh."

Chen Ping threw the monster jerky to the little girl, and went in to find Zhang Zheng himself.

Chen Ping knocked on the door, and after entering the door, he found that there was actually a Taoist friend communicating with Zhang Zheng. That Taoist friend Chen Ping also knew the peers who studied together with Master Qi at the beginning.

Because there were outsiders, Chen Ping didn't mention that he came to buy talisman skin, but just said that he came out to breathe, so he walked here and visited Zhang Zheng by the way.

Zhang Zheng was also very interested in not mentioning the sale of finished skins.

"Chen Daoyou, you came just in time, I'm asking Zhang Daoyou for skills? Can Chen Daoyou help me see my talisman skin? Hey, I'm still puzzled by the skill of this stretching strip. Hawkeye Daoist smiled embarrassedly.

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

"This..."

Wait a minute...

Chen Ping shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Coming back to his senses, he smiled apologetically:

"I'm not afraid to say it, I'm still practicing, and I can't make valuable talismans. My little bit of Taoism is not worth mentioning in front of fellow Daoists, how dare I get an axe? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, and he didn't know why Chen Ping said this.

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

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

Chen Ping talked to the two of them in a few more general terms, deliberately avoiding the question of the Eagle Eye Daoist, and then said goodbye and no longer disturbed the communication between the two of them.

Out into the yard.

The little kid Zhang Xianqiu looked at Chen Ping with blank eyes and swallowed her saliva:

"Uncle,... My name is Zhang Xianqiu. ”

Chen Ping: ......

Your name Zhang Xiandong doesn't work.

Without.

Chen Ping didn't bother to pay attention to the little kid and walked out of the yard.

......

The moon is in the sky.

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

I'm obviously cautious enough.

Why did I almost subconsciously answer a question when Hawkeye Daoist asked me a question?

If it weren't for the fact that the word 'cautious' had been deeply embedded in my subconscious, I would probably have discussed it with that fellow Daoist on the spot.

Could it be that I have an innate instinct in my body that likes to pretend to be forced?

This flood of power that likes to pretend to be forced is about to explode?

Wrong.

Or am I overthinking?

Forget it, forget it.

Nothing was exposed anyway.

That eagle-eyed Taoist friend undoubtedly wants to prostitute skills for nothing.

Don't have an opinion about me without being able to prostitute my skills... Right?

That's too much.

Not yet, not yet.