"Let's talk about it, tell me all about Boss Yan's identity, martial arts, and style of acting."

Chen Ping's golden knife sat on the collapsed broken wooden board of the incense case, like a general sitting in the White Tiger Hall, his eyes calm and calm.

As soon as several people saw his expression, they immediately calmed down.

It was as if the oncoming wind and rain were nothing, and it was extremely reassuring.

"Boss Yan secretly manages the beggars and homeless people on this street, and he is a small leader, and he actually doesn't have much oil and water on weekdays, but listening to his own boasting, he is an official disciple who burns three pillars of incense, and he doesn't need ......money to go to a restaurant or restaurant."

"Yes, I also heard him say that he often drinks with the head catchers of Xingqing Mansion, probably to put gold on his face and elevate his status, but the thirty-two shops on the street collect money, and he took people to go there in person."

"Some time ago, Lord Dong Xiang ordered that each street must pay one hundred taels of silver, and he couldn't pay it. Therefore, we are squeezing us like crazy, and we all want to squeeze oil out of the stones. In the past, we could hide a few pennies and occasionally buy two steamed buns, but later, no one dared to do it again, that day, that day......"

The small table glanced at Chen Ping's broken leg and didn't say any more.

“……”

A few people, you and I talked word by word, and lifted Boss Yan's bottom clean.

After listening for a while, Chen Ping understood who Boss Yan was.

This guy is the big boss of the Seven Colors Hall Qingzitang, and in the words of the next generation, he is the leader of Qilin Street, responsible for collecting business protection fees, and controlling beggar gangs to beg.

Perhaps, it also controls some petty theft to generate income.

Anyway, don't do good things.

Of course, he can't take the income of this street alone, and he must also make offerings to the incense hall.

Because of this, crazy squeezing of subordinates and so on.

It's not a pity for this person to die, the question is, how to deal with the revenge of the Seven Colors Hall if you kill this person, it's a problem.

……

The left severed hand was hunched over his waist, and he quickly groped around Boss Yan and the tall thin man, very skillful.

A little bit of broken silver was found, adding up to about three or two points, and the rest was in addition to the black iron short thorn carried by the thin and tall man, and Boss Yan also had a small bottle of wine, a pink belly pocket, and a long yellowed white cloth of unknown purpose.

These things were all piled up in front of Chen Ping.

Hua Mian'er squatted on the ground, carefully dismantled the broken bamboo pole tied to Chen Ping's injured leg, and muttered in a low voice when he saw that it was bleeding again.

When he saw a bottle of wine and a long white cloth found out by his left severed hand, his eyes lit up, and he took the wine and poured it on the wound, cleaned it a little, and wanted to use the white cloth to wrap the wound.

"You can't ask for that cloth."

Chen Ping hurriedly stopped.

"Oh."

Hua Mian'er looked up in confusion, but she didn't insist, so she took the belly pocket of the mandarin duck playing in the water as a rope. This thing is made of silk cloth, but it is a pity that it is thrown away, and no one has the face to wear it when it is left, and it is used as waste.

"Let's talk about martial arts, I think Boss Yan is strong and powerful, and his skills are very extraordinary, and I don't know what the way is?"

Chen Ping thought about it and asked again.

He actually didn't want to show his cowardice, but he couldn't help it, he didn't know the memory of his predecessor at all, and he didn't even know how he became a beggar, let alone the origin of these people.

Also, what kind of dynasty is this world, I don't know the level of force value in the environment, but not long after I came here, I directly killed two people, and one of them was a gang leader, obviously not without trouble.

But this is something that can't be helped, the other party doesn't die, it's yourself who dies.

If you have broken your hands and feet, you can survive or not, Dasha knows it, and it is impossible for these people not to understand.

None of the people were surprised by Chen Ping's questioning, and seemed to accept that he had a fever that burned out his brain and didn't remember much.

Zuo Broken Hand has a better understanding of martial arts, and replied when he heard the words: "In our opinion, Boss Yan is naturally a very powerful master. Under normal circumstances, even if ten people besieged him, it would be difficult to hurt him in the slightest, but he would be beaten to death. But after all, he is only an external cultivator, and his tendons have never been transparent, and he has only practiced to the bones, which is not in the stream. ”

"It's Lord Dong Xiang, there are rumors that he has begun to wash the marrow and change blood, and the foreign exercises have been practiced to the point of being extremely profound, if he comes to trouble us, it will definitely be a dead end."

"Hey, can you see Boss Yan's martial arts level?"

"This is not difficult, if Boss Yan is practicing his muscles and the fascia is connected, the back of his neck will not be easily pierced by Brother Qi with an inferior shovel handle...... If you enter the meat for half a minute at most, you will get stuck. ”

The left severed hand replied as a matter of course.

Chen Ping noticed that this kid began to call himself "Seventh Brother", no longer "Cripple Brother", it should be the previous act of killing Boss Yan, which was approved by him.

It's realistic.

"In this way, as long as we pass the level of Lord Dong Xiang, we can sit back and relax?"

"No, Dong Xiangzhu is doing big things, and there are not a few of us little beggars in his eyes, but the three deputy incense masters, foxes, black wolves, and leopards, these people will ask. As far as I know, Boss Yan followed the fox Chang Sansi Chang Deputy Incense Master, and when he died, it was impossible for Chang Deputy Incense Master to ignore it. ”

Speaking of this, Zuo Severed Hand frowned, looking at the dark sky outside the house, with an anxious look on his face.

Chen Ping didn't seem to see the urgency on his face, and he didn't mention the matter of escaping at all, he lowered his head and thought, "Always think twice, good name, foxes are always cunning creatures, they won't be very reckless, and they should be cautious people with this as a name." ”

He didn't ask carefully what the strength of this Chang Deputy Incense Master was.

In fact, even Boss Yan's true strength far surpassed his current self, not to mention the deputy incense master.

In this ancient society, there were gangs in the mixed rivers and lakes, and it was rare for the capable to be lower and the mediocre to be above.

Because, incompetent people will soon be secretly beaten to death.

Then, it can be considered that Chang Sansi's martial arts are worse than Dong Xiangzhu's marrow washing and blood exchange, and much stronger than Yan Boss's bone forging realm, at least it is to practice tendons, anyway, you can't beat it.

You have to think of another way to break the predicament.

The only thing to be thankful for is that it was dark, listening to a few people talking, and there was a curfew at night. Under normal circumstances, the high-ranking and powerful Chang Deputy Incense Master would be in the gentle country, and he would not be interested in rushing to find trouble with a few little beggars.

After all, it was only a small leader of the gang who died, not his father, and he didn't have to run to mourn overnight.

It is more likely that the living mouth who escaped did not have the courage to report to the deputy incense master at night, and it was difficult to see anyone. Theoretically, the night was safe.

"If you want to leave, just leave and find a place to hide. Wait until dawn tomorrow and find a way to get out of the city. Life and death have a fate, and wealth is in the sky, it is better than waiting for death here. ”

Chen Ping didn't think about escaping, his leg was injured, it was difficult to walk a few steps, and he escaped with a wool, even if he was not cut directly as a thief in the dark night, when it was dawn, it would be too conspicuous and he would be caught directly.

There is another reason, if it is a black wolf or a leopard who "chases the murderer", he has no mind at all.

If the fox thinks twice, there is still something to talk about.

The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit, as long as the pulse is accurate, the death of Boss Yan and the thin and tall man is not impossible to reveal.

"I'm not leaving, where is Brother Seven, where am I, life and death are the same."

Hua Mian raised her head, her big eyes watery.

Grass, it's a crying bag.

"Our brothers didn't leave, that day Tian Qige pulled us out of the stinky ditch, didn't dislike us as eunuchs, and killed us again today. Either way, I followed. ”

The little stool had a feminine face, and at this time there was a strange fierceness on Bai Jing's face, as if he was going to eat people.

The little table didn't speak, just nodded heavily, obviously agreeing with his brother's words.

Zuo Severed Hand sighed, and for the first time there was a fluctuation in his eyes: "I don't know how to live, but, Seventh Brother, you saved me from the mouth of the wild dog and gave me back food, what about selling this life to you." ”

These people were all saved by their original bodies.

What a great good man this is.

No need to ask, Dasha must have saved himself.

Don't talk about him, that guy is already dead, and he was kicked to death by Boss Yan.

Dead like an ant, worthless. Fortunately, a few of them can be regarded as helping him avenge him, and he can close his eyes.

"Let me think about it."

Chen Ping waved his hand weakly, wanting to take these little beggars to live together, it seemed to be a bit difficult.

However, he is not panicked, so naturally there is a reason not to panic, not all because of boldness.

When he killed Boss Yan before, he seemed to see a small transparent ball of light in front of him, which went straight to the center of his eyebrows. I can feel it in the dark, this should be a chance.

After enduring it for a while, I finally couldn't help it, thinking about the ball of light in my heart, my vision suddenly became in a trance, and I saw a silkworm with white flowers, lying asleep in the clouds, and its body rose and shrank.

Staring at the white silkworm, some enlightenment poured into his heart.

[Spring and Autumn Silkworm (2nd Turn)]

[Talents: Tracing the Origins of Fortune, Molting the Cocoon and Rebirth]

[Root Bone: 4 (Posture of the Middle Man)]

[Perception: 3 (ordinary)]

[Raid: 2 (Break)]

[Fortune: 1 (Changed Life)]

[Exercises: Swimming Baguazhang (proficient), springing legs (proficient)]