It is really tiring to deal with practitioners.

Although Chen Ping had no malice towards him and even asked for him, he had the ability to slap himself to death after all. Yang Lu must always be vigilant and take the initiative to control the rhythm of the conversation to prevent the other party from making a trap for him.

He hadn't had a good sleep for two months, but after the battle of wits and courage, he almost fell asleep and got back to sleep.

Hearing the slight snoring from the inner room, Murong silently picked up Yang Lu's clean earth pullover and placed it neatly on his bedside. After doing all this, the girl also found a corner of the wall and curled up and sighed quietly.

As an ordinary newspaper girl in Haiyacheng, she can do too little for Mr. Yang. I am afraid that only after the Ascension Conference in two months later can she be qualified to help someone like Mr. Yang!

If I can also become a cultivator who flies to the sky and escape, if someone dares to threaten Mr. Yang to do things, I can kill the enemy a hundred steps away like the cultivator of the Wuliang Sword Sect that I have seen before...

As he was thinking about it, a sleepy feeling surged up. The girl yawned and fell asleep without feeling like she was sleeping.

...

After sleeping again for a while, Yang Lu woke up in a daze.

He touched it, but touched his soft body. He was so scared that he opened his eyes quickly, but found that Murong suddenly appeared at the head of his bed and stared at him.

After touching her casually, she actually hugged Murong Yingying's soft waist.

Seeing Murong Xiao’s face flushed but not daring to scream, Yang Lu shrank his hand awkwardly: “Why are you standing here silently? I didn’t even notice it!”

"I... I brought you clothes!" Murong pointed at the clothes at the head of Yang Lu's bed and randomly found a reason for himself.

Looking at the neatly folded clothes and fragrant, Yang Lu couldn't help but like her: Don't look at Murong as a newspaper girl, this housework is so heartwarming!

After taking the clothes from Murong casually, Yang Lu smiled and said, "Thank you so hard, what time is it now?"

"It's almost noon!"

Yang Lu stretched and said, "I slept very well this time. I don't know how the staff dormitory of Qingning Chamber of Commerce compares to Haiya Pavilion? I just happen to be in good condition now. Let's go to the mysterious Qingning Chamber of Commerce later!"

Murong pointed to his little face and said in surprise: "Will I go too?"

Looking at Murong's cute expression, Yang Lu couldn't help but touch her little head: "Since Qingning Chamber of Commerce is so short of people, I'll see if I can help you arrange a job. If you continue to sell newspapers on the street, it's hard to say that you won't be retaliated by the one named Zhu yesterday. That guy looks quite smart, but obviously not a broad-minded person, and I'm really a little worried."

Yang Lu's tone was very confident. If he was an unaware of it, he might have thought that the Qingning Chamber of Commerce was his own property.

Although Murong has established full trust in Yang Lu, just like an ordinary high school dropout who heard that he was going to interview a top investment bank and suddenly learned that he was going to Qingning Chamber of Commerce to find a job, Murong was inevitably a little scared.

She pinched the corner of her clothes in a cramped tone and said, "Mr. Yang, you are not kidding! Qingning Chamber of Commerce is also considered a large chamber of commerce in Haiyacheng. I can't do anything except sell newspapers. How could I find a job in Qingning Chamber of Commerce?"

Yang Lu waved his hand casually and said heroically: "That depends on who recommended you. With me, Yang Lu, let alone arrange one person to go in, even if you arrange ten people to go in, it will not be difficult!"

His words are really not a silly voice.

After all, "Haiyacheng Yanglu" once lived in the homeless shelter of the Qingning Chamber of Commerce for two months. In order to change his destiny, Yanglu also specially collected a large amount of information from major forces in Haiyacheng these days. He had already seen the internal and external troubles faced by the Qingning Chamber of Commerce. As long as the other party is willing to give him the opportunity to show it, he will have sufficient confidence to convince the other party!

What's more, behind him is Chen Ping, a genuine cultivator. How can other ordinary job seekers have such a background?

This is equivalent to carrying the financial resources of the top big buyer when interviewing a top investment bank, which is like a cheat.

Confidence often comes from sufficient preparation. After dressing neatly, Yang Lu led Murong and walked out of the Haiya Pavilion with great enthusiasm. However, before he could step out of the door, the two were stopped.

"Two guests, please stay!"

Yang Lu felt familiar when the man who reached out to stop him. After recalling a little, he found that this person was the service staff of Haiya Pavilion who was responsible for entertaining him yesterday. Seeing the other party smiling, it seemed that he was not here to deliberately find fault.

Seeing Yang Lu's confusing gaze, the service staff of Haiya Pavilion pointed out the door and explained: "I'm really embarrassed. The immortal master of the Haiya School is cleaning up the snow on the road. Idle people are not allowed to go out for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary harm to you."

The Haiya Sect is a third-rate cultivation sect in Zhongzhou with Haiya City as its base. Jiang Huaan, the head of the contemporary Haiya Sect, also serves as the lord of Haiya City, and is regarded as the highest executive in Haiya City.

Not only that, with the cultivation of the third level of Jindan, Jiang Huaan is also a well-deserved master of Haiya City. Even Lu Anping, the special trade representative of the Wuliang Sword Sect who was responsible for collecting tariffs, and Xu Yannan, the monetary policy observer of Lingshi Reserve Bank, usually needs to give this City Lord Jiang three points of face.

As the highest inn at Haiya City, the gate of Haiya Pavilion is facing Pinghai Avenue, the widest and most prosperous main road in the entire city.

Looking along the direction of the service staff's fingers, Yang Lu found that the entire street had become empty, even more deserted than last night. At the end of this straight street, a young monk wearing a blue-purple Haijing School robe stood.

The level of the cultivation world of Jiuzhou is very strict, and the clothing of cultivators in the Qi Refining, Foundation Building and Golden Elixir Stage is strictly distinguished.

Yang Lu once saw many monks of the Haiya Sect from afar, and was not unfamiliar with this difference in clothing. Through this young and concise costume style, Yang Lu could tell that this was an ordinary Qi Refining disciple.

I saw this disciple of Haiya Sect activate his spiritual energy and said loudly using the immortal method [Lion Roar]: "The immortal master of Haiya Sect clears the snow on the road, and the idle people will retreat immediately, otherwise he will not be responsible for the consequences!"

The sound is like a big bell, echoing endlessly in the cold streets.

The Haiya Sect monk shouted three times in a row, confirming that there were no idle people on both sides of Pinghai Avenue. Then he took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand and raised it forward, shouting:

"Display it for me!"

Accompanied by the mysterious light blue light, the snow that was more than three inches thick on the entire road was like being cut from the center by an invisible sharp blade, and then slowly pushed to both sides by some invisible energy.

In just a few seconds, this main traffic road, which was nearly one kilometer long, was completely cleaned up by Xianzhi.

The snow that was cleared was like a handmade work made by a patient in late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was neatly placed on both sides of the road, forming two large snow piles about a scale high.
Chapter completed!