Chapter 32 Your last words are smelly and long, I will listen to them next time

This is a world where people cannibalism are.

Who has no deep hatred?

People who want to climb up like this are naturally no exception.

"The Yuanyang Sect is divided into errand disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, etc.."

"The errand disciples said they were errands, that is, the errands, and they could not learn any martial arts at all. Although they could teach a set of five animal plays, they said they could strengthen their bodies."

"But it takes seven hours a day to do work, which mail disciple can practice the Five Animal Show in such an environment?"

"I will work for the landlord's family and give me some money, and I will have a few pieces of meat to eat during the holidays."

"But when I go to Yuanyang to work, I don't have a penny, but I even have to bring my own dry food. They also say this is giving you a chance."

"No wonder Uncle Bu told me that he would rather work for the landlord and old money than go to the sect to practice martial arts and work as a choreographer."

"There is no free lunch in the world, it's all a sect's trap."

"Those who believe in it are fools."

Qingfen couldn't help but blurted out, feeling scared.

Everyone wants to practice martial arts and make themselves class leap.

Therefore, the cost of learning has become increasingly high. Only one set of Wuqin Opera can teach you a lot of free labor for free, and you can bring your own dry food and don’t have to give you any food.

This sounds like an intra-volume education competition in previous lives.

"Yes, I am that fool, I am that fool!" Wu Yi was crying. If his hands and feet were not interrupted, he would have hugged his head and cried.

"Continue to say." Chu Qianqiu looked at the other party without any objection, asking him to continue to speak his heart.

When everyone faces death, they will express what is hidden in their hearts.

It seems that this method can earn more information than torture.

"I came to Yuanyang Sect to practice martial arts and qigong. I want to be the elegant Taoist master and become a martial arts master."

"But for three years, I worked in it for three years, and I didn't learn anything."

"I also spent all the money that Bai Zhu earned in Baixianglou."

"I am incompetent, I am a beast, I am worse than a beast."

Wu Yi was wailing in a hoarse voice, and Qingfen looked gloomy when he heard it.

Even Wang Baichuan pretended to sob twice, but when he saw that Chu Qianqiu was still expressionless, he stopped acting.

"Talk the point." Chu Qianqiu did not want to hear his miserable experience, but wanted to see if there was any important information hidden in his heart.

There are some small people who often know particularly valuable information, which he has verified more than once.

When a person believes that he will die, he can tell many secrets.

This is also a place where Chu Qianqiu can use it.

"So I went to be a disciple of practicing martial arts. To put it nicely, I am a disciple, but I am actually a slave of practicing martial arts."

"Make a wedding dress for others, and pass on the internal energy of true qi to those inner disciples and true disciples."

“Because we save money more than pills.”

"I can spend 4 hours and 8 hours a day to practice, and I can do nothing."

A Baishen Pill costs 300 taels of silver at the worst, and it actually doesn’t cost so much money to cultivate a practicing slave. With the rise in the price of elixirs, more and more sects and families have chosen to train slaves, let the slaves practice martial arts, and then absorb true energy.

It’s not because they are more effective than elixirs, but because they are more cost-effective.

"I finally practiced the internal skills and mental methods I had always dreamed of. "Qingyang Gong" that I practiced like an outer disciple, but I lost the possibility of becoming a martial arts master forever."

"Although I have some money to eat, I have lost my dream of becoming a martial arts master forever."

"At this time, the deacon Tan Shoujing of the outer sect came to me. He said that there was a chance that for a good practice slave, he could become a disciple of the outer sect."

"I, I'm a beast."

Speaking of this, Wu Yi cried sadly, with an expression of being a beast, and wanted to seek death.

"Are you finished speaking?"

“It’s really smelly and long as the last words.”

There was no turbulence on Chu Qianqiu's face, but Qing Fen felt sad with empathy.

Why the fuck you are not moved?

I'm so miserable, I have to feel a little sympathetic.

Wu Yi was stunned. He could trick Miss Bai Zhu into a mess, thinking that he still had some acting skills, otherwise how could he pretend to be internally injured and how could he pretend to be affectionate.

But I didn't expect Chu Qianqiu to be such a cruel and ruthless creature.

"Wang Baichuan, do you understand the last thing you want to do?"

Chu Qianqiu got up from his seat, picked up Wang Baichuan's joints, then picked up the sword that fell to the ground and placed it in his hand.

"The villain understands!"

Wang Baichuan smiled grimly, and he knew that he should accept the letter of fame.

Maybe it would be troublesome to kill an outer disciple of the Yuanyang Sect, but he could have been in Baixiang Town for so many years, so he naturally had the skills to deal with the corpse.

"Slow down, slow down, I still have secrets, I still have something to say."

"I have the secret book of "Qingyang Gong", I have "Baogua Dragon Palm""

"By the way, Yuanyang Sect is looking for someone, both Guyang Zhenren and Qianyang Zhenren are looking for him."

"The person they are looking for is related to Daxia! They must be Daxia's spies."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"ah!"

"Next time."

I don't want to listen this time.

Chu Qianqiu yawned.

Wang Baichuan cut into Wu Yi's chest with a knife, dug out one of his black hearts, then put the knife down, knelt respectfully in front of Chu Qianqiu, and shouted loudly:

"The unkind and unrighteous people have been killed. Please give me instructions."

"The token of Tie Qianshan is here for those who are virtuous, so please accept it."

"I'm a clever person, no wonder I can be at ease in this Baixiang Town."

"Qingfen, bring the token up."

Now that Chu Qianqiu has Qing Fen as his subordinate, he can naturally let him try whether there are any tricks on the token. Qing Fen is also smart. He watched the token twice before he respectfully handed it to Chu Qianqiu.

Chu Qianqiu looked at Wang Baichuan kneeling on the ground, played with the token twice, and then made his arrangements.

"From today, Qingfen is the boss of the gang, you have to assist him in collecting information."

"I have six doors, I need them here."

"If there are no six doors, I must have them here too."

"Did you understand?"

"The villain understands." Wang Baichuan was not angry about being seized, but was the joy of finally surviving.

You are valuable, so you can live safely.

"Me, how can I be the boss?" Qing Fen spoke stutteringly, as if he was stuttering.

He had no idea that such a change would happen today.

"I said you can do it, you can do it."

"Don't you want to make a name for yourself? Then I'll do it well."

Make a name for yourself, practice martial arts, and eat meat.

These simplest desires finally made Qingfen grit his teeth and respond.

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

This is almost the same. People are not afraid of having a low status, but they are afraid of having no ambition.

Since this little Qingpi has a little ambition, it doesn't matter if he wants to give it a try.

As for the gang in Baixiang Town, I must control it.

Not only can you mislead the direction of the six doors, but you can also obtain a steady stream of information for yourself.

As for this most critical figure.

"Wang Baichuan."

"The villain is here."

"You are a valuable person, don't waste your value."

"Maybe one day, Wang Rong will kneel in front of you and cry like Wu Yi."

Hearing this, Wang Baichuan suddenly looked up, but Chu Qianqiu was gone.
Chapter completed!