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Chapter 195 Arrangement
  When Wang Ping heard the topic raised by Taoist Yuan Zheng, his eyes shifted to the fragrant tea, as if he wanted to grasp the fragrance of the tea.

"What mission?"

Yu Lian spoke human words and asked this question on behalf of Wang Ping.

Taoist Yuan Zheng chuckled at the silent Wang Ping, "I think you should believe me for the time being, otherwise you will have difficulty in harvesting the Sacred Heart Grass. It is right to be cautious when going out, but you can't Wear caution and doubt written all over your face.”

"I have never doubted senior, I was just thinking about some things." Wang Ping picked up the tea cup and looked at Taoist Yuan Zheng.

"What are you thinking about?"

"... "

Wang Ping smiled and said nothing. He gestured to Taoist Yuan Zheng with the tea cup he held, and then lowered his head to drink the tea. The tea was the same as ordinary tea, but a spiritual energy with a little inspiration came straight to the top of his head. .

"This tea is really good." Yu Lian didn't care about the temperature of the tea and swallowed it in one gulp. Then a pair of vertical pupils reflected Taoist Yuan Zheng and asked, "Is it for sale?"

"It's still not for sale because the production can't keep up, and we don't lack the money."

Taoist Yuan Zheng was very satisfied with Yu Lian's attitude at the moment. The smile on his face deepened unconsciously. Then he looked at Wang Ping and said, "You are behaving very well now. At least on the surface, you make me feel comfortable. How about it?" How do you think about it, do you want to take on the mission?"

"What kind of mission is it?" Wang Ping asked himself this time.

"It's very simple, attack the Tianshuimen station."

"... "

Wang Ping was a little speechless. This is so simple. He was silent for two breaths and asked quietly: "Can you tell me more specifically?"

Taoist Yuan Zheng said quickly: "It's really simple. Just grab things. There are no fancy tricks. It's just that you grab yours, and I grab mine. Let's all grab it together to see who grabs more..."

The matter was indeed very simple, and Taoist Yuan Zheng explained it clearly very quickly.

Tianshuimen organized people to snatch the Sacred Heart Grass from other sects. After receiving the news, Shangdan Sect could not sit still and wait for death. Their idea was to seize the other sect's lair when Tianshuimen took action.

Of course, Wang Ping will not be the only one involved in this operation.

After hearing this, Wang Ping couldn't think about it for ten seconds, so he asked: "You guys did it in such a high-profile manner, I'm afraid the news has already spread to Tianshui Gate."

"What does it matter? It's all a robbery anyway. When the time comes, everyone will have to rely on their abilities. Don't worry, the Sacred Heart Grass is limited. What Tianshuimen can use as reward this time is even more limited. They can hire no more than five foreign aids. "

Taoist Yuan Zheng fiddled with the tea cup in his hand and said: "We don't have that big demand for Sacred Heart Grass. Every time we participate in the competition, it is just a game. After all, alchemy is very boring. This time, we decided to have a good time. We just play with them, and if we have a good time, they might be merciful."

"Do you still believe in mercy?"

"Why don't you believe it? Big people always have a lot of bad tastes. It's not surprising that they do many incredible things for their own bad tastes, such as occasionally showing mercy to fill their humanity."

"That's interesting what you said."

"Ha ha…"

After talking to this point, Taoist Yuan Zheng stared at Wang Ping seriously and said: "The people above treat us just like we treat those mortals. You must be clear about this. They may be able to tolerate a certain degree of your stupidity. But provocation will never be tolerated, and you must not smash the stage when you are an actor."

"Thank you senior for reminding me."

"I have only been free in the past few decades. If you came to see me at ordinary times, I would be busy refining elixirs and would not talk nonsense to you." When Yuan Zheng said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

Wang Ping did not answer the topic.

Next, Taoist Yuan Zheng explained to Wang Ping the details of each robbery of the Sacred Heart Grass.   It was getting dark before I knew it.

In the evening, Taoist Yuan Zheng asked his disciples to take Wang Ping to a vent in the mountains behind the inner gate of Shangdan Sect. There was a large courtyard here. Standing here, you can finally feel a bit of coolness, which is okay. Seeing the outline of Hoarfrost Mountain in the distance, its top seemed to be shimmering in the moonlight.

Wang Ping was taken into a courtyard with the best lighting. Except for the absence of any plants, everything else in the courtyard was fine.

He needs to live here for at least two months, because it takes two months for the Sacred Heart Grass to truly mature.

For a second-level monk, two months is just a blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Wang Ping went back and forth to Biyou Mountain twice to check where the Sacred Heart Grass grows, and observed the surrounding terrain and environment. The good news is that not to mention Biyou Mountain, even the entire Sacred Heart Swamp is incomparable. Compatible with wood spirit and water spirit monks, it is simply the perfect battlefield for Wang Ping and Yu Lian.

The bad news is that the field of view is too wide, and if you encounter any danger, there are few places to hide.

The sixth day of August.

A very ordinary day.

In the morning, when it was just dawn, Wang Ping woke up from his trance. He first looked at the raindrops lying weakly on the eaves, waiting for the sunrise, and then looked at the Baishuang Mountain opposite. The white snow on the top of the mountain gradually turned golden as autumn entered.

Seeing the golden color all over the mountain, Wang Ping suddenly felt something, so he took out the rice cup and threw it out. Yu Lian heard the sound of the water cup falling to the ground, and Teng Yun came over to watch curiously.

"Is the hexagram bad?" She noticed Wang Ping's emotional changes.

"It's a vicious elephant!"

Wang Ping's eyes were serious. This was the first time he threw a vicious elephant.

Yulian swiped her tail and swept up the wild rice cup on the ground. When Wang Ping reached out to pick it up, she said: "It may have something to do with what you are thinking. Try changing your mind and throw another hexagram."

Wang Ping nodded, looked at the autumn colors on the opposite mountain peak, changed his mind and threw out another hexagram.

"What is it?"

"Good luck!"

"How could this be?"

"let me think again…"

When Wang Ping lowered his head and thought, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard. It was a boy in charge of this small courtyard. He walked in with lowered eyelids, clasped his fists and cupped his hands and said: "Master Liu En, the courtyard master is waiting for you in the front hall. Please You follow me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lian shrank down as quickly as possible and got into Wang Ping's clothes, and asked in the spiritual sea: "Is the Sacred Heart Grass mature?"

"It should be...are you thinking about your parents?"

"A bit, I want to see what they look like and whether they are as good as I am now."

"... "

The front hall the boy was talking about was a pavilion built against the bare mountain wall.

When Wang Ping walked in, there were already many people there. Standing in the middle was a white-haired and crane-faced Shangdan monk. The blue robe on his body was made of silk. He stood there talking to everyone. Different feeling.

Yuan Zheng was on his right, and another Shangdan Sect monk was on his left. When Wang Ping came in, Yuan Zheng didn't even look at him. Apart from these three Shangdan Sect monks, there were six others. They were dressed and dressed differently, and at first glance they were helpers invited by the Shangdan Sect.

(End of this chapter)