Lord of Time!

Chapter 7
The end of the song.

people scattered.

"It's so easy to earn money?"

Looking at the copper coins spread all over the circle, with some broken silver sandwiched here and there, the colorful face is smiling happily, holding a piece of rags to gather them up, his eyes are shining brightly.

A few days ago, even if he wanted to beg for a steamed bun, he couldn't get it, but today he just stood in the cold wind and roared a few times. The money came so easily, it made him feel like he was in a dream, and he couldn't believe it.

"I want to eat chicken legs, lotus seed soup, and bird's nest... Also, Brother Qi's leg injury can finally be cured by buying medicine."

Thank you.

Remember to heal my legs.

Seeing Hualian'er busy turning around, like a chicken looking for bugs in the grass, Chen Ping also found it funny.

Look at the rest of them.

The two brothers on the small table and the small stool embraced each other, coughing and laughing at the same time, tears streaming down their faces while laughing.

The two brothers sang the most hard before, and there was no water to drink. At this time, smoke was coming from their throats, but they didn't feel sad at all, and their eyes were full of luster.

The left broken hand didn't laugh or cry, and his dull, dead fish face became chilling. His whole body was trembling slightly, and his right hand had already touched the short thorn hidden in the tattered clothes.

Following his gaze, among those pedestrians who reluctantly left, some of them not only did not leave, but approached instead.

Walking in the front was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face and a little wetness around his eyes. This man looked like a Confucian scholar, with his hands clasped in his sleeves, showing a refined demeanor.

However, Chen Ping noticed that when this person raised his steps, he lifted them heavily and lowered them lightly, like a civet cat stepping on the snow. Not only did he land without a sound, but his whole body was in an unspeakable harmony and naturalness.

'is a master. '

After the completion of the Eight Diagrams Boxing, Chen Ping's vision was further improved on the original basis. He seemed to be able to see the strength of the opponent's muscles and bones, and his blood was boiling like fire from this person's figure and gait.

To the naked eye, this person is a thin and weak teacher, but he senses it in his heart, but he is a white-fronted tiger with eyes hanging.

And behind this person, followed by two strong men, with strong muscles and indifferent eyes.

On the far left, there is a strong bearded man with a swollen left cheek. He looks at him with a very vicious gaze. Even the dullest person can feel the malice in this man's heart.

'That's it. '

Chen Ping's heart trembled slightly, he secretly took a deep breath, mixed his Qi and blood, and rushed forward first.

Although I have judged beforehand, if I sing the song "Farewell" that I moved, as long as I earn money and become a "hen that can lay golden eggs", I can generally pass this test.

But people's hearts are unpredictable, and there are still precautions that should be taken.

Once things are out of harmony, it is nothing more than a desperate blow. Leaving aside the body's ability to withstand the full-strength explosion, there is a future only if you live.

"Good thief, you dare to stay here ostentatiously after killing Boss Yan, you really don't know how to live or die."

The bearded man stepped forward first, pointed at Chen Ping and shouted.

Chen Ping chuckled lightly, and cupped his hands slightly: "But Xiangzhu is face to face, disrespectful, disrespectful, how do you want me to die?"

The bearded man Zhang looked stunned, and was stunned by the name "Xiangzhu". Before he recovered, his buttocks had been kicked hard, causing him to fall to the ground with his mouth chewing on mud.

I could hear another man scolding, "Master Chang Xiang is here, is it your turn to speak?"

"Good courage."

Chang Sansi slowly pulled out his hands in his sleeves, and slapped his hands lightly a few times. He smiled until two dimples appeared on his face, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Give me a reason not to kill you."

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the field, the left hand was broken, the small table, stool, and painted face were all stiff, thinking that Brother Seven's method seemed useless, and it was time to desperately.

Chen Ping didn't respond, and didn't take Chang Sansi's words to heart, he just turned his head and waved to Hualian'er.

"come over."

Hualian'er was holding a big bag full of silver and copper coins with a confused face. She walked over and looked at Chen Ping, not knowing what to say.

Chen Ping pointed to the bag of scattered money, turned his head and smiled and said, "I heard that Lord Changxiang is worried about the case of the case, and he is not talented. I would like to take this post. Previously, Boss Yan was in charge of Qilin Street, and the case money he collected was Apparently it's a little less... If I let you take charge of this matter, I'm willing to offer 150 taels of silver every month."

This is the figure proposed by Chen Ping after careful consideration.

He killed someone's capable man, and if he wanted the other party to let him go, he had to show his value.

Otherwise, why would the other party let him go.

Just because of his good looks?
It’s not enough to report too much, Boss Yan earns money everywhere, collects protection fees in the autumn wind, and worries about 100 taels of silver every month, how can he earn more.

Of course it is because, being able to sing, can also attract people to give money.

This is ability and value.

Chang Sansi's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a deep look at Chen Ping.

The man in front of him was young, dressed in tattered clothes, his face was stained with stains, but he was strangely beautiful, his eyes were as bright as morning stars, making people forget the world at first sight.

The most rare thing is that the other party is well versed in human nature, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he filled himself with killing intent, which disappeared by [-]% or [-]%.

Not only is he very quick to see the opportunity, but he is also extremely accurate in judging his own character. From the situation of death, he forcibly fought his way out.

Such a person has become a beggar in exile.

Chang Sansi had a rare feeling of absurdity in his heart, only felt envy and jealousy welling up in his heart, and almost couldn't hold back his palm to slap the other party to death.

Those in high positions are most afraid of others finding out their own character and calculating themselves.

Chang Sansi is no exception.

"You read books."

"I read it for a few years..."

"I don't know who wrote the previous lyrics and music?"

"It's a long story. It's really a blessing to meet a passing talent and get to pass on some lyrics and music." Chen Ping responded vaguely. If he said that the lyrics and music were written by himself, it would be too small to underestimate people's IQ.

Even if others believe it, there will be endless troubles.

It's better not to say anything, just respond casually, let you guess the real situation.

"A few songs..." Chang Sansi noticed this, and the smile on his face became brighter, "That's great, but it's hard for you to remember clearly. You can still use bricks and tiles in a whimsical way to play such a moving movement. It's a frightening young generation."

As he spoke, he withdrew his smile: "Not enough."

"what?"

"150 taels is not enough, you have to pay more."

Chang Sansi squinted his eyes with a cold light, looked at Chen Ping, and raised three fingers.

"Okay." Chen Ping gritted his teeth and nodded slowly: "Before the fifth day of February, I will definitely offer you 300 taels of silver. If you can't, please come and see me."

At this time, life-saving is the most important thing, no matter how difficult the other party is, no matter how big the appetite is, you might as well respond casually.

Chen Ping lowered his head slowly, acting out the sudden killing intent in his heart.

"Very well, I hope you don't disappoint me."

Chang Sansi laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and patted Chen Ping's shoulder heavily, and did not forget to flick off the dust on his side sleeves, turned his head with a smile, put his hands in his sleeves again, shook his hands three times, and walked slowly. up.

A few people behind hurriedly followed.

Chen Ping stood on the spot and watched the group walk away with a calm expression.

Feeling the invisible and huge penetrating power when the other party patted it just now, shaking his muscles and bones, his eyes became slightly cold.

This level has been passed, but it has not been completely passed.

In the end, the shot by the other party has a famous trick.

This is often said in some folk tales, some say it is "dark energy", and some say it is "yin hand".

Does not hurt the skin, only hurts the internal organs, the victim is unconscious, and dies after seven days of urinating blood, which is to describe this kind of dark hand.

It is conceivable how dangerous this method is.

Generally speaking, if you are successful in forging your bones and your fists are strong, you can only punch hard.

But at the level of tendon-changing, soft power is born... like a drawn bowstring, the dark power is hidden inside, and when the force is exerted, it encloses unparalleled penetrating power.

Able to break tofu through stone slabs.

Chang Sansi shot at will, changing rigidity and softness... It seems that there is no force, but in fact it hurt Chen Ping's internal organs in an instant.

Of course, he may not have used his full strength.

Chen Ping's injury was not serious, but it was hard for ordinary people to find out.

After all, he still needs to earn money. Of course, he won't die after seven days. It is very likely that this hidden injury can last for a month, and we will see the situation at that time.

The two chatted without mentioning Boss Yan's death. The other party seemed to have a good temper, but Chen Ping knew that this person was actually quite small-minded and very hot-handed.

However, Chang Sansi probably never imagined that the soul in his relatively "weak" body is actually an "old ghost" with great boxing skills.

Those who are difficult will not be able to use the method of secretly playing tricks, but those who are able to do it will not be difficult.

As a martial artist of the same level, such a small injury, of course, can't trouble Chen Ping, it can only increase laughter.

(End of this chapter)