Jiang Ping was extremely unhappy and jealous.

Originally, the weather was good, he was going to eat a hot pot later, and he wrote a song, but before the fire was lit, a ghost-like person suddenly appeared in front of him, and he lost any appetite.

"Boom, it seems that you have been living happily lately, and you seem to have forgotten who you are. ”

The gray-clad servant let out a night owl laugh, he was an old man in his sixties, and he spoke with a smell of old decay, which seemed to symbolize ominousness.

"What identity can I have? Uncle, talking nonsense, I'm going to sue you for slander. ”

Jiang Ping took a step back secretly, and the personal panel in front of his vision had been expanded, as long as there was something wrong, all the experience would be upgraded, and he wouldn't be able to kill you.

In fact, Jiang Ping has accumulated a lot of experience these days, but he rarely uses it to improve his level.

For him in a latent state, the weak chicken face is the best camouflage color, after all, no one feels that a strong cook has a sense of threat.

Moreover, the study of medicinal diets requires experience points, and the cultivation of exercises also needs experience points to assist.

After all, according to his qualifications, cultivating the first-level exercises of the 'Sutra', and without the guidance of the master, there is a high probability that he will go mad, so the elixir of experience is very necessary.

Don't be afraid when you encounter a bottleneck, the experience points will rush and it will be smooth immediately.

However, if he really encounters danger, Jiang Ping doesn't care if the foundation is firm or not, he will upgrade first, and tell everyone what level crushing is.

The old man took out a red token and showed his intention:

"I don't have much time, pass on the Seven Kills Order, the killer is innocent, and from today onwards, I will be your first contact. In the future, all the information and tasks will be released to you by me. ”

The Seven Kills Order is the order of the landlord of the Night Rain Building, because the code name of the landlord is called Seven Kills.

Of course, the owner of the Night Rain Building is not so idle, and will personally pay attention to the entrustment of a small sect to destroy the door.

It's just that everyone likes to say that the above order is the Seven Kills Order, which seems to be a little more majestic.

But the old man is really from the Night Rain Building.

Jiang Ping also breathed a sigh of relief, what he was most afraid of now was that unknown forces would intrude, but disrupt his plan.

Since the people from Yeyulou took the initiative to find the door, it means that his guesses and temptations are indeed correct.

Qingyun Gate has already been infiltrated by the Night Rain Building, and there are definitely many killers of the Night Rain Building lurking in the door.

He and Qiye were originally just two screws in this huge door destruction plan, but because they were too good, they were like an awl piercing the pocket and showing up, making Ye Yulou pay attention to them and become the protagonists of this door destruction case.

Qiye relied on his martial arts qualifications, and he relied on his cooking skills.

The killer organization also wants to create a new star from time to time, and it relies on two things to mix in the rivers and lakes, one is fist, and the other is reputation.

has no reputation, the competition among peers is so fierce, how can I get a commission in the future.

If there is no commission, there will be no food, and if there is no food, the organization will have to be dissolved, and once the organization is dissolved, it will be really ...... That's great.

It's not possible, though.

"The killer is innocent, and he still doesn't take orders?!"

The old man stretched out his hand, almost slamming the token into Jiang Ping's face.

Jiang Ping bowed down and took the token with both hands:

"The subordinate took the order. ”

I can't beat it, I have to endure it.

When Jiang Ping stood up again, the old man had disappeared, the doors and windows were closed, there were no gaps, it seemed that he had really seen a ghost just now.

"Hey, how am I looking for you?!"

Jiang Ping didn't know where to shout, so he chose a random direction.

"When the time comes, I'll come to you. ”

The voice of a night owl sounded again.

A cool breeze came out of Jiang Ping's head, as if he was speaking behind him.

With such a method, it seems that if you want to kill him, you really don't need to waste any effort.

After that, no matter how Jiang Ping shouted, there was no response.

"Made, you want to find you, but I can't find you, what should I do with my antidote?"

Jiang Ping spat angrily, feeling that even the sun was sad.

It's okay now, there is no greater autonomy at all, but there is an extra pair of eyes staring at the back, and I can't be happy when I think about it.

......

The days passed.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.

Jiang Ping's medicinal food business is becoming more and more prosperous day by day, and it has been sold from Qingyun Mountain to Qingyun Mountain, which can be called a daily profit.

He not only sells medicinal diets, but also medicinal diet formulas.

Others thought that he couldn't bear the pressure and had to sell, but in fact, if a medicinal diet was really so easy to make, there would be no special medicinal dietetician.

In short, it is impossible to lose money, and Jiang Ping wishes that the more people he would, the better, so that he can gain a little more experience.

And he doesn't rely on a recipe to eat until he gets old, that is, he can't spend his experience now, otherwise he has to synthesize ten or eight, seven days a week, every day is not the same, and marketing is easier to do.

In fact, if it weren't for a disciple named Xu Sheng who drank his soup and broke through with good luck and became the top ten of today's outer sect, everyone would have been less eager.

After all, everyone is not stupid, spending so much money to buy a medicinal diet, it is better to actually take a few pills, it is also cool and crooked.

The heat of the stir-fry will eventually return to calm.

But Jiang Ping didn't care anymore, and even the current medicinal diet was not made by him, after teaching the cheap second uncle, the ten servings of seven-flavor soup every day, and even the extra dozen servings were handed over to the cheap second uncle.

It can be regarded as worthy of taking care of him these days, Qingyunmen can't stop the night rain building, if the cheap second uncle is lucky and can escape with his life, this medicinal diet recipe can be regarded as making him have no worries about food and clothing in the future.

Now Jiang Ping only needs to face two problems.

Miss Cheng, who has become more and more enthusiastic about him recently, doesn't know where Miss Cheng came back from, and her means are to show him in different ways.

If he hadn't been silently reciting Ami Tofu, and he really didn't have any ambiguous intentions for Miss Cheng, he might not have been able to bear it.

But even so, Jiang Ping felt that he had fallen a little.

It may be painful to chase others, but it must be very cool to be chased, especially by a girl who is fair-skinned and beautiful, has a big chest and a sweet voice, and will sell cuteness.

Therefore, when a boy goes out, he must protect himself.

Second, it's the eyes that are hidden behind the scenes.

Jiang Ping didn't think that Yeyulou would have such a good chess piece as him, and now it was silent, as if the calm before the storm was brewing.

As for Qiye, he is worthy of being a man who has been ordered by the mandate of heaven, but in just a few months, he has entered the inner gate and emerged, and several elders who originally wanted to accept him as an apprentice have all died down, because there are rumors that the head of the sect, who has not accepted disciples for ten years, wants to accept a closed disciple.

As for who the candidate is, everyone naturally knows it.

This night.

Jiang Ping saw the old guy who seemed to be going to choke his breath at any time.