The Fourth Lingshi Financial Crisis

Chapter 18 Clearing the Snow
Dealing with real practitioners is really tiring.

Although Chen Ping didn't have any malice towards him, and even asked for it from himself, after all, he has the ability to slap himself to death.Yang Lu must be vigilant at all times, actively controlling the rhythm of the conversation, and preventing the other party from setting him off.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for two months, and after the battle of wits and courage was over, he almost fell asleep and fell back into the cage.

Hearing the slight snoring sound from the back room, Murong silently picked up Yang Lu's clean clothes and neatly folded them on the head of his bed. After doing all this, the girl also found a corner to curl up by herself, Youyou sighed.

As an ordinary girl selling newspapers in Haiya City, there is really very little she can do for Mr. Yang.I'm afraid that only if I can test my spiritual root qualifications at the Immortal Ascension Conference two months later, will I be qualified to help a capable person like Mr. Yang!

If I can also become a cultivator flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, if someone still dares to threaten Mr. Yang to do things, I can be like the cultivators of the Wuliang Sword School that I have seen before, and I can kill the enemy within a hundred with one hand. steps away...

While thinking wildly, a burst of drowsiness surged up, the girl yawned, and fell asleep without realizing it.

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After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Yang Lu woke up in a daze.

He touched it casually, but he touched a soft body. He was so frightened that he hurriedly opened his eyes, only to find that Murong suddenly appeared by his bedside at some point, staring straight at him.

With this casual touch, I actually put my arms around Murong Yingying's soft waist.

Seeing Murong's little face flushed, but he didn't dare to cry out, Yang Lu shrank his hands in embarrassment: "Why did you stand here so silently that I didn't notice it!"

"I...I brought you clothes for you!" Murong pointed at the clothes on Yang Lu's bedside, and randomly found a reason for himself.

Looking at the clothes that were neatly folded and still smelling of fragrance, Yang Lu couldn't help giving her a thumbs up: Don't look at Murong as just a girl selling newspapers, this housework is so heart-warming!

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

"It's almost noon!"

Yang Lu stretched his waist and said, "I slept really well, and I don't know how the staff dormitory of Qingning Chamber of Commerce compares with Haiya Pavilion? It just so happens that I am in good condition now, and we will go to that mysterious place later. Qingning Chamber of Commerce!"

Murong pointed at his small face and said in surprise, "Shall I go too?"

Looking at Murong's cute expression, Yang Lu couldn't help but patted her little head: "Since the Qingning Chamber of Commerce is so short of people, I'll see if I can arrange a job for you by the way. If you continue to be on the street Selling newspapers, it’s hard not to be retaliated by that guy surnamed Zhu yesterday. That guy looks smart, but he’s obviously not a big-hearted person, so I’m really not at ease.”

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

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

She pinched the corner of her clothes and said in an embarrassed tone: "Mr. Yang, you are not kidding! Qingning Chamber of Commerce is also a big chamber of commerce in Haiya City. I can do nothing but sell newspapers. How could I be in Qingning Chamber of Commerce?" Got a job?"

Yang Lu waved his hand casually, and said in a bold tone: "That depends on who recommended you. With me, Yang Lu, it's not difficult to arrange ten people in, let alone one!"

He really wasn't bragging.

After all, "Yang Lu of Haiya City" once lived in the homeless shelter of Qingning Chamber of Commerce for two months, and in order to change his fate, Yang Lu specially collected a large amount of information from the major forces in Haiya City these days. He has already seen the internal and external troubles that the Ning Chamber of Commerce is facing. As long as the other party is willing to give him a chance to show himself, he has enough confidence to convince the other party!

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

This is equivalent to taking the financial resources of the top big buyers with you when you go to a top investment bank for an interview.

Confidence often comes from adequate preparation. After dressing neatly, Yang Lu led Murong and walked towards the door of Haiya Pavilion in high spirits.But before he stepped out of the gate, the two were stopped by someone.

"Two guest officers, please stay behind!"

The man who stretched out his hand to stop him seemed familiar to Yang Lu. After recalling it a bit, he found that this man was the service staff of Haiya Pavilion who was in charge of entertaining him yesterday.Looking at the smiling face of the other party, it seems that they didn't come to deliberately find fault.

Seeing Yang Lu's suspicious gaze, the service staff of Haiya Pavilion pointed to the door and explained: "I'm really sorry, the master of the Haiya sect is clearing the snow on the road. You caused unnecessary harm."

The Haiya Sect is a third-rate cultivator sect in Zhongzhou based in Haiya City.Jiang Hua'an, the head of the contemporary Haiya faction, also serves as the Lord of Haiya City, and is considered the highest chief executive in the Haiya City area.

Not only that, with the cultivation base of the third level of Jindan, Jiang Hua'an is also a well-deserved number one master in the entire Haiya City. Even Lu Anping, the special trade representative of the Wuliangjian faction who is in charge of collecting tariffs, and Xu Yannan, a currency policy observer of the Lingshi Reserve Bank, usually They all need to give this City Lord Jiang three points of face.

As the most high-end inn in Haiya City, the gate of Haiya Pavilion is facing the widest and busiest main road in the whole city - Pinghai Avenue.

Looking in the direction pointed by the service staff, Yang Lu found that the whole street had become empty, even deserted than last night, and at the very end of this straight street, stood a woman in blue-purple sea clothes. A young monk in a cliff robe.

The cultivation world in Kyushu is strictly hierarchical, and the costumes of monks in the Qi refining period, foundation building period, and Jindan period of each sect are strictly differentiated.

Yang Lu had seen many monks of the Haiya Sect from afar, and he was no stranger to the difference in this kind of clothing. Through the simple and well-decorated clothing style of this young man, Yang Lu could tell that this was an ordinary Qi refining monk. Period disciple.

I saw this disciple of the Haiya sect mobilize his aura, and said loudly with the immortal method [Lion's Roar]: "Haiya sent the immortal master to clear the snow on the road, and the idlers should retreat immediately, otherwise we will not be responsible for the consequences!"

The voice was like a bell, echoing endlessly in the cold streets.

The monks of the Haiya faction shouted three times in a row, making sure that there were no idlers waiting on both sides of Pinghai Avenue, then took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand and raised it forward, and shouted:

"Open it for me!"

With the flash of mysterious light blue light, the three-inch-thick snow on the entire road seemed to be cut from the center by an invisible sharp knife, and then slowly pushed to the sides by some invisible force.

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

The snow that has been cleared is like a handicraft made by a patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is neatly stacked on both sides of the road, forming two snowdrifts about a foot high.

(End of this chapter)