I really want to be a cook

If I hadn't managed the Phantom Gate for you these years, wouldn't you still be able to play the piano here all day at leisure, and travel far away to meet friends when you have nothing to do.

Without me, this sect would have disbanded long ago!

I don't want anything to happen to the Phantom Gate more than anyone else!

Time will tell the truth sooner or later! "

After all, she was leaving.

Liu Lianyi didn't express anything against the middle-aged beautiful woman's offense, but said indifferently:

"Senior sister, I want to remind you that the two people who are following Master Sekong, if I guessed correctly, should be ghosts and gods who have become famous in the world in the past two years, and their servant Ming Daozun.

Rumor has it that these two people have deep backgrounds and are extremely murderous. Once they are targeted, the king of hell will be hard to save.

Under their hands, there is even a record of conferring heads by great masters.

So I advise my sister, don't provoke me if you can, and stop some petty actions.

Otherwise, I'm afraid even I won't be able to protect Senior Sister. "

The middle-aged beautiful woman paused and said angrily:

"I won't bother my junior sister to worry about it. I'm doing well and sitting upright, so I don't believe they can be unreasonable."

After finishing speaking, she strode out of the courtyard gate without looking back.

All I heard was the originally gentle sound of the zither suddenly becoming sonorous, with a chilling air, and Liu Lianyi's faint question:

"What are they trying to do?"

In the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

There is a faint brilliance between the sky and the earth, and various shadows on the ground can be vaguely seen.

Jiang Ping was dressed in a white robe, but his face was covered with a black scarf, squatting on the roof, looking into the distance, a little bit embarrassed.

Qiu Daoyu next to him was wearing black night clothes, and his head was wrapped into a rice dumpling, with only a small slit in his eyes exposed, which could be described as airtight.

Living black mummy.

There is no way, if others know that Tangtang Ming Dao Zun, the master of martial arts is doing some stealing things here, I am afraid that he will have no face in the next 20 years.

So be cautious.

The young master is shameless, but he still wants face.

"My lord, what shall we do next?"

Qiu Daoyu asked in a low voice, because his head was covered, his voice was a little low and hoarse.

Jiang Ping sighed and said:

"Didn't I say, enjoy the moon."

"what?"

Qiu Daoyu touched his face, puzzled and said:

"But son, didn't you say to act tonight?"

Wouldn't he be wasting his time in vain?

Jiang Ping nodded, then shook his head:

"The atmosphere is not right tonight. I'm not in the mood. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

There is no dark cloud covering the moon, no moon and high wind, and no sense of ceremony.

Then act like a ghost.

The most important thing is that after he got on the roof, he realized that he can't do this now.

After all, he is playing a righteous person now.

The truth obtained by dark means will tarnish his righteous heart, and if he delays his work as an inspector, it will be a small loss.

However, after taking over as supervisor, he will run the business for another two years and build a network, then he will almost be able to reveal his true nature.

"Then we?"

Qiu Daoyu felt that he had been fooled.

"Appreciate the moon."

Jiang Ping pointed to the full moon in the sky and said:

"Old Qiu, do you think this moon looks like the Liumen Master we saw today.

To be honest, I really want to see what she looks like?

Hey, this woman is too scheming, knowing that I can't resist the temptation of women, she even made a show of refusal and welcome with me.

Made my heart itch.

They all know how to invest in me, the future supervisor, in advance, which is amazing. "

"Uh"

Qiu Daoyu wanted to say that you are thinking about farting, but after thinking about it, he lay down wisely and tore off a piece of cloth on his nose to breathe better:

"Remember to call me when the young master leaves, I will come to have a good dream now."

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The sound of cock crowing sounded, and the dawn broke through the window.

Monk Sekong was still slamming his mouth in his sleep, reminiscing about the delicious vegetarian food last night.

A handsome guy had already woken up early, and was led by a girl in a green skirt to the training ground of the Huanyinmen.

It is said to be a training ground, but it is actually a big chamber music hall.

There are [-] types of weapons on the practice field, and [-] types of musical instruments are placed here.

The big ones include guzheng, guqin, se and so on. He even saw a big drum, which was as big as two people embracing, and beside it were two big sticks tied with red silk.

This thing looks like a small copper hammer.

Well, one hammer and one headshot.

Jiang Ping felt that the disciples of the Huanyinmen didn't need to be so troublesome to beat the drums when they performed their exercises. It should be more convenient to just hit their heads with a mallet.

Among the many musical instruments, it is undoubtedly the overbearing instrument with the most lethality.

The medium-sized ones include erhu, suona, pipa, etc., but they are quite satisfactory.

For the small ones, there are flutes, hole flutes, ocarinas, earth xuns, etc. He even saw a pair of allegro and a wooden fish eating ashes in the corner.

As expected of a sect that started with sound skills, with such a complete range of musical instruments, I'm afraid it's the only one that can be found all over the city.

"Miss Luzhu, do you know how to play so many musical instruments?"

Jiang Ping asked softly.

Since he couldn't act secretly, Jiang Ping felt that it was better to do it aboveboard.

Use the crushing level to directly investigate these low-level disciples of the Phantom Sound Gate.

Since Monk Sekong said that there are undercover agents of the Demon Gate hidden in the Huanyin Gate, then these undercover agents will cultivate influence in the gate in all likelihood.

Otherwise, such a large sect would not be able to operate with just one or two people.

Maybe many people don't know that they are actually double-faced.

But it doesn't matter, on the system's panel information, who is who and what is is clear.

As long as he finds one, he can follow the clues from bottom to top, and find out nothing.

Once the target is determined, it will be much easier to find any evidence.

He will definitely convince all the undercover agents to die.

And Luzhu, who had already found out Jiang Ping's identity from a certain channel, looked at Jiang Ping with admiration at this moment.

Ghosts and gods frighten these three words in the Jianghu, people who are afraid of them are scared to death, but there are also many people who like and admire them.

Among them is a lot of Fei Jiangping's money.

The so-called popular mouth makes gold, if everyone thinks he is a bad guy.

Even if what he did was good, he could only appear as a bad guy in the future.

So Jiang Ping has been secretly letting people promote his positive image. It doesn't need to be too much, just arouse a little suspicion.

Naturally there will be people who are bored to explore the truth.

And many of those who discovered the truth felt that they were the only wise men, and they would be full of sympathy for Jiang Ping, a chivalrous man who did justice but suffered a bad reputation, and automatically became tap water.

The two audiences are entangled together, and it becomes his half-black and half-white image.

What he thought before was that there would be reasons for joining the Righteous Path Alliance or cooperating with the Demon Sect in the future.

Joining the Righteous Path Alliance is naturally because he is a good person at heart, so there is no need to question it.

Joining the Devil's Gate, of course, the righteous boy was misunderstood by the onlookers, so he had to become a devil in a fit of anger, and he would never love again.

No matter how it looks, it makes sense.

But now, of course, he is a great chivalrous person.

When he becomes the inspector of the Righteous Path Alliance, with the full play of his ability, within half a year, only his good name will be left in the world.

Jiang Ping was very familiar with this wave of operations.

So many people are afraid of him, but there are also many people who like him.

It just so happened that Miss Luzhu was one of those few who admired Jiang Ping.

"Ok!"

Miss Luzhu nodded silly, looked at Jiang Ping with a silly smile, and didn't hear what Jiang Ping was saying at all.

"Uh"

It seems that even if there is a mask to cover it, it can't hide my handsomeness.

Seeing Luzhu like this, Jiang Ping fell into the trouble of happiness for a while.

Fortunately, he still remembered that he was here to do business.

"Hey!"

Jiang Ping took a few steps, picked up two big mallets, weighed them, and they were really heavy.

He walked up to Lu Zhu again, thrust two mallets into her arms and said:

"Miss Luzhu, since you can say anything, why don't you give me a general's order, I really like this song."

Lu Zhu only felt a sinking in her bosom, and finally realized that, when she heard Jiang Ping's request again, she couldn't help but froze.

"But I won't."

"Didn't you just say that you know everything?"

There was a trace of suspicion in Jiang Ping's voice:

"Or are you playing tricks on me?"

"No no, that's not the case."

Lu Zhu hurriedly threw the mallet to the ground and explained:

"I didn't hear clearly just now, I really don't know how to play drums, that's Brother Chu's weapon.

But I can blow the flute, or I'll give you a section, shall I? "

With a flick of Luzhu's cuff, a piece of emerald green hole flute slipped out of her sleeve.

"Blowjob?"

Jiang Ping felt that he was being tempted, so he said decisively:

"Okay, give me something exciting."

Lu Zhu didn't see the corner of Jiang Ping's mouth that was suddenly lewd under the mask, and she put the hole flute upright by her mouth in a serious manner.