Lin Changwei got up early as usual and went to the shooting range to prepare for gun practice.

"Uncle Zeng, I'm here to get the bullet."

Lin Changwei shouted towards the management room.

This is an indoor shooting range built by Zhang Luo, which is specially used for the peripheral members under his command to practice guns.

Zhang Luoyi built a total of four such shooting ranges, one of which was also Long Yan's special shooting range.

Lin Changwei is just an inconspicuous younger brother under Zhang Luo, so naturally there is no special shooting range, but he will come to this public shooting range every day to practice marksmanship.

The peripheral members of the major sects are naturally different from the gangsters, they are paid every month, they will be trained regularly, and the weapons and equipment they get are also the most advanced at this stage.

Zhang Luo's rule for the younger brothers below is to train every three days, there is an assessment every month, and the top of the assessment score will have a bonus, and those who fail the assessment will be deducted money, and those who fail to pass the assessment will be expelled directly if they fail three times in a row!

Of course, Zhang Luo wanted to make a well-trained iron-blooded army, but he didn't have such conditions at the moment.

Just to support the salaries, equipment and training consumption, medical expenses, logistics support, etc. of more than 300 peripheral members, he has to spend at least 300,000 yuan every month!

And if you want an iron-blooded army, then the expenses in all aspects will be doubled, and Zhang Luo can't afford it for the time being.

Although Zhang Luo earns a lot, he also spends a lot, and in general, the richer he is, the more he lacks money......

Although Lin Changwei is unknown among Zhang Luo's younger brothers, he is definitely the most motivated and hard-working one.

Zhang Luo stipulated that there would be one training every three days, and Lin Changwei would take the initiative to come to the shooting range every day to practice his gun.

Everyone can receive a certain amount of bullets for free to practice at the shooting range every day, which is a benefit given by Zhang Luo to the following.

Lin Changwei is one of the few peripheral members who has taken advantage of this benefit to the extreme.

"It's coming, it's coming."

An old man's voice came from the management room.

Then an old man with glasses and gray hair walked out.

"Ah Wei, it's a little early today."

Uncle Zeng, the rangekeeper, said to Lin Changwei.

He was used to Lin Changwei coming here to train every day, but today Lin Changwei came more than an hour earlier than usual.

"I've got something to do today."

Qi Changwei replied with a smile.

He had a naturally kind face, and if he didn't come out with a gun, others might think that he was a teacher in the school and not a peripheral member of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

"Now, sixty Blazing Star bullets, fifty Thunder Tiger bullets."

Uncle Zeng, as usual, prepared bullets and target paper for Lin Changwei.

"Thank you, Uncle Zeng."

After Lin Changwei thanked him, he walked to the target position with his things and started today's practice.

He first practiced pistol and hit a fifteen-meter target.

After a burst of gunfire, all six bullets in the revolver's magazine were emptied, and six more bullet holes appeared on the target paper fifteen meters away, all of which were in the tenth ring!

Lin Changwei calmly changed the magazine and continued to hit the 20-meter target, then the 25-meter target, and then the 30-meter target......

It was only when he hit the 50-meter target with an effective range that Lin Changwei's hit rate dropped, and it was no longer ten rings of guns, but four guns and eight rings, one shot with nine rings, and one shot with ten rings.

Lin Changwei put down his left arm, rubbed his wrist, which was a little painful from the shock, and then picked up a thunder tiger and began to practice the rifle.

He started with the 30-meter target and worked his way up to the farthest 300-meter target.

The hit rate of the rifle is lower than that of the pistol, but Lin Changwei has not missed the seventh ring with a single shot!

This kind of achievement is already among the best among the outside members, and Lin Changwei often gets bonuses in the monthly marksmanship assessment.

However, he is only strong in static shooting, and his results are more average in mobile shooting, which has a higher prize and is more valued by the above.

Of course, Lin Changwei has practiced mobile shooting, but in the end he found that his talent in this area is really not good, so he still focuses on static shooting, and he must ensure that he can get a bonus every month.

After finishing today's exercise, Lin Changwei retrieved the target paper and showed it to Uncle Zeng to check, making sure that all the bullets he took were used on the shooting range, and then he left the shooting range and went to the building next door.

The second and third floors of the building are gymnasiums, which are used for physical training for peripheral members.

Lin Changwei went directly to the fourth floor and knocked on an office door.

"Come in."

After hearing the sound coming from inside, Lin Changwei first sorted out his expression outside the door, squeezed out a bright smile, and then pushed the door in:

"Brother Wang, it's me, Ah Wei."

In the office sat a pot-bellied, oily man.

When Lin Changwei walked into the office, the man glanced up at him and continued to look down at the documents on the table.

Lin Changwei walked to the desk, his smile still bright:

"Brother Wang, I heard that the list of immortal cultivation tests is going to be submitted again recently, do you think it will be my turn this time?"

Wang Qi, who was reading the documents, frowned slightly and looked up at Lin Changwei.

Of course, the peripheral members of the major sects can't all be a bunch of guns, and they also need to be clerical, Wang Qi is in the office, and he has a little power in his hands, and he belongs to the management of the peripheral members.

"Ah Wei, if you are on the list, I will notify you when the time comes, you ask me now, I can't tell you, this is not in accordance with the rules."

Wang Qi said to Lin Changwei.

When Lin Changwei heard this, the smile on his face froze, and he said a little anxiously:

"But Brother Wang, in terms of various assessment results, it should have been my turn a long time ago, you said last time that I must be on the list next time, and now you can't be sure?"

Syllable!

Wang Qi suddenly slammed the table, causing Qi Changwei's body to tremble in fright.

"Qi Changwei, are you teaching me to do things?!"

"Brother Wang, how dare I, I just think that I should be on the list this time, didn't you say it before......"

Qi Changwei looked at Wang Qi timidly.

Wang Qi stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed and said earnestly:

"Ah Wei, I take your affairs to heart. I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry, go back and wait for news. ”

“....... Okay, then Brother Wang, you have to bother, thank you, Brother Wang. ”

Qi Changwei could only say helplessly, and did not forget to bow to Wang Qi before leaving.

After leaving the building, Qi Changwei first went to a Chinese medicine store and asked the owner for a large package of Chinese medicine.

"Ah Wei, it's time to pay for this month's medicine."

The owner of the pharmacy said to Qi Changwei.

Qi Changwei had a habitual smile on his face:

"Boss, you give me a few more days, and when my bonus for this month comes out, I will make up the money for you immediately."

"Ah Wei, it's not easy for everyone, don't embarrass me, I have old and young in my family."

"Yes, yes, I know, a few more days, just a few days."

“...... You have to pay for the medicine by the end of this month! ”

"Okay, thank you, boss."

Qi Changwei bent down and walked out of the Chinese medicine store and returned to his home with a large bag of medicine.

This is the most dilapidated residential area in Jiuchang Street, and it is inhabited by the people at the bottom of Falling Dragon City.

As soon as he pushed open the door and walked into the house, Qi Changwei heard his wife's violent cough.

He hurriedly put down the medicine in his hand, walked into the house quickly, helped his skinny wife on the bed, and said while giving her comfort:

"Aqian, I'll take the medicine and fry it for you in a while."

His wife, Assie, had a lung disease four years ago that was difficult to cure, and she spent most of her time in bed, spending a lot of money on medicine every month, plus the couple had a daughter who was going to school to support. This is why Qi Changwei obviously has a good income, but he is living very poorly.

"Ah Wei, cough cough, don't buy medicine anymore, cough cough cough, Lele's tuition should be paid, the teachers at the school, cough cough, the teachers have urged me several times."

Arcie said to Qi Changwei while coughing.

Qi Changwei was silent for a moment, and comforted his wife with a smile:

"Don't worry, the sect has been going to do the immortal cultivation test again, this time I will definitely be able to be reported, as long as I have the qualification to cultivate immortals, our family will not be short of money in the future!"

"Ahem, you, you always say that......"

"This time it must be fine."

“......”

In the dilapidated room, Ah Wei constantly comforted his wife.

......

Early the next morning, Qi Changwei bought a box of very expensive pastries and knocked on the door of Wang Qi's office again.

"Brother Wang, I know you love pastries, I bought pastries from 'Le Ji', you can try them."

Qi Changwei smiled brightly and handed over the pastry box in his hand.

Wang Qi glanced at the box of pastries contemptuously, and said impatiently:

"Okay, got it, you can put it there."

"That, Brother Wang, about the list of immortal cultivators, you can see if it's ......"

Qi Changwei said cautiously.

"Are you bothered?!"

Wang Qi was completely impatient and looked at the other party coldly.

"Brother Wang......"

"Do you know how sought-after the places for the Immortal Cultivation Test are? There are millions of people in the entire Falling Dragon City, who doesn't want to cultivate immortals? Do you think you can get a spot by sending a box of tattered pastries? I'll give you ten boxes of pastries, can you get me a spot?! ”

Wang Qi's series of questions made Qi Changwei's hands and feet cold.

He was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and said:

"But this spot should have been mine! I am ranked in the top 10 in the assessment every month, and according to the regulations, it is long overdue for my turn! ”

"Rules?"

Wang Qi sneered, "Do you know how many places we have in Luo Ye's hands in this immortal cultivation test?" I'm telling you, it's thirty! ”

"Thirty? So much, so why ......"

"You want to ask why not you? Do you know how many of these thirty places are directly designated by the above masters? Long Ye recommended twelve, and the other masters also recommended a few, and there were less than ten places left that could be recommended by the following captains. ”

"But ......"

"Do you know what common characteristics the people who were recommended by Master Long? Let me tell you, these people dare to fight, and they left a good impression on them when they went on missions with several masters before, so they were recommended! ”

“......”

"Do you know what your captain says about you? The courage is too small, there is no blood, and it is not suitable for eating this bowl of rice! ”

“......”

"No matter how good your marksmanship is, you don't dare to fight hard when you should be desperate, so what's the use of you? What do you think the top is spending money on us? You think we're running a welfare home?! ”

......