I really want to be a cook

Since the younger brother is willing to forgive him, then he

Cheng Qianshan stared at Qiye and asked:

"How are the other disciples doing now?"

They were the only remaining batch of young people in Qingyun sect. They thought they would survive, but when they learned that Xu Wu was an undercover agent, their safety would be put into question.

If this Xu Wu killed the other disciples, Jiang Ping would say that he broke the sky, and he would never let him go.

Qiye still breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the ground, glanced at Jiang Ping, who was alive and well, and said, "They are fine."

"Well, I will let you go today. If we meet again next time, I will definitely not show mercy."

Cheng Qianshan left in a huff.

Jiang Ping glanced at Qiye, who was still on the ground for a while, and quickly caught up with Cheng Qianshan.

"Elder Cheng, I don't know how you plan to end up in the future?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this?"

Cheng Qianshan was actually wary of this mysterious man who suddenly appeared. Seeing how enthusiastic he was, his heart became even more vigilant.

Seeing Cheng Qianshan like this, Jiang Ping knew that he didn't trust him at all, but he didn't intend to reveal his identity immediately.

One is that it is troublesome to explain, and the other is that it may be awkward to get along with.

"The killer who appeared tonight is Yeyulou. They have a strong desire for revenge. Qingyunmen escaped one disaster tonight, and I'm afraid they won't be able to escape the second time."

"That's nothing to worry about, Your Excellency."

Cheng Qianshan quickened his pace.

"Hey, you must deal with it as soon as possible. Even if it's not for yourself, think about other innocent people!"

Jiang Ping shouted behind Cheng Qianshan.

Then, he shook his head, turned around and went back to find Qiye.

"Shall I help you up?"

Jiang Ping squatted down and asked.

Qiye shook his head, and then Jiang Ping helped Qiye up.

Jiang Ping said, "Aren't you willing to go with me?"

"With your aptitude, and my wisdom and handsomeness, why hang yourself on this crooked-neck tree in the Night Rain Building, there is still a great time waiting for us outside."

Qiye continued to shake her head.

"Why are you so brainless, and you don't have the ability to resist now, hehehe"

Jiang Ping rubbed his hands together and smiled obscenely.

Seven nights complexion finally changed, said:

"Let go!"

"Hey, just kidding, you're hurt like this, Yeyu Building doesn't support disabled people."

Jiang Ping really wanted to abduct Qiye away.

With Qiye's protagonist template, coupled with a little bit of the general trend of the world that he is familiar with, and adventures in the world, it is not an easy task to casually cultivate a great master of martial arts.

When the time comes, if something happens, just hide behind Qiye and act like a dog, bah!It is brotherly saying:

Seven nights someone bullied me!

Immediately beat that person into a pig's head, it's really cool.

Hey, I'm really just a cook, and the kitchen knife still prefers to cut vegetables.

Qiye still shook her head:

"They won't give up on me."

"why?"

"I am a genius!"

Well, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you have learned how to joke.

"Okay, I really ran for my life. This is the last gift I will give you, brother. You must not die."

After finding a place to hide Qiye, Jiang Ping stuffed a booklet into Qiye's arms. It was the original Baishou Gong that contained the fragments of the Qing Emperor's Longevity Sutra. He had already lost this booklet by means. out.

Keep good things in your own hands and rest assured.

Originally, he planned to hoard the goods by himself, and use them to cheat the players in the future.However, considering that there is only one seedling left in the Killer Gemini in the future, it is better to add some chips to Qiye, which can be regarded as an early investment.

Hey, I'm still too soft-hearted.

Under the starry night, Jiang Ping's lonely figure gradually faded away.

Chapter 46 The heartless "stepfather"

seven days later.

Qingyun County.

As soon as the morning fog cleared, there were more people.

A small noodle stall was erected at the gate of the city. The owner of the noodle stall was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, slightly hunchbacked, but very flexible in his hands and feet.

He skillfully kneaded the noodles, pulled the noodles, put them in the pot, scooped them up, poured the soup, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a bowl of steaming, fragrant green onion noodle soup was ready.

Two young men in heavy clothes, holding swords in their hands, broke through the fog and sat down at the small table in front of the noodle stall.

"Boss, here are two bowls of noodles. One bowl doesn't want chopped green onion, and the other bowl doesn't want chopped green onion."

One of the younger men greeted the boss after sitting down.

The other man opened the teacup with a gap on the table, picked up the teapot and poured himself a bowl of strong inferior tea. He took a sip with a comfortable expression, as if he was tasting some famous tea.

There were more men calling for noodles just now, and they picked up the teapot and poured a few sips into their own mouths, regardless of how the subsequent diners drank, let alone how many of the previous diners had done like him.

After drinking tea, while waiting for the interview, the two chatted.

"Hey, Qingyun Mountain is really miserable this time."

"Who said it wasn't? All the families were destroyed, and every family in Qingyun County was ruined. I heard that in order to pick a place with good geomantic omen, several families in the city almost took the knife.

Don't you think it's strange, because of a few dead people, I almost lost more living people. "

The guest at another table listened and also said:

"I've also heard about this incident. It is said that when the government went up, even those old arresters almost vomited. They were all corpses! The entire Qingyun Mountain was dyed red."

"It's really a crime, who did it?"

"I heard that it's a very powerful killer organization called Yeyu Tower. Someone offered 20 taels of silver to ask them to do it."

"I heard it was 30 taels!"

As soon as money was mentioned, even a few passers-by became interested. They sat down, no matter whether they wanted to eat or not, they first ordered a bowl of noodles, and then immediately joined the conversation.

"all fake!"

A diner who just sat down said affirmatively:

"My neighbor's second uncle's third aunt's son is a government arrester. According to him, the Yeyulou did it. It paid a total of 50 taels of silver, even the gold medal killer.

Do you know what a gold medal killer is? "

"uuuuuu"

A group of people who did not know when they gathered shook their heads in unison.

The diner said with a look of color on his face:

"It's a killer who can assassinate a grandmaster warrior. Do you know what a grandmaster warrior is?"

"uuuuuu"

Still shaking his head.

The diners immediately stopped talking about the words they had prepared, and they had to pretend to be aggressive in front of people who knew how to be aggressive.

"Guest officer, your face."

The boss serves a bowl of beef noodles to the diners.

The diner took the noodles, immediately immersed himself in the noodles, and then yelled in the expectant eyes of everyone:

"Boss, check out!"

"That's right, ten dollars in total, thanks for your patronage."

The diner laid out ten coins one word at a time, grabbed a handful of small soybeans that were on the table to serve with the noodles, and walked away.

No one told the inside story, and the people who listened to the excitement dispersed.

As for the two men who raised the topic at the beginning, they were also eating noodles. Perhaps they were eating in a hurry. The younger man opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths before recovering.

"Senior Brother, you said that Qingyun Sect is all dead, can we still find Senior Uncle and Senior Brother?"

The older man shook his head:

"I don't know either, that's why I came to the government to identify the corpse."

"But doesn't it mean that they were all burned to ashes by a fire?"

"You have to look for it even if you burn it to ashes. Brother Hu is the direct disciple of the head of the sect, and he has always been loved. There is also Martial Uncle Liu, haven't you heard the rumors in the sect? Already in the door.

Now that this happened, there is a lot of turmoil in the sect, so let's come out to avoid it, let's stay a little longer. "

"makes sense."

The young man puts down the bowl.

"Brother, I'm done eating."

"I'm done eating too, the boss pays the bill."

"Good, two bowls of noodles, a total of ten dollars."

The older man took out the money and asked:

"Boss, let me ask you something."

"You said."

"How do you get to the government office in Qingyun County?"

"Just go forward, then walk like this, and finally walk like this, and after turning two corners, you can see it."

The boss gestured for a while.

After the two men left, the owner of the bean curd stall next to the noodle stall was a thick-handed middle-aged woman. With her young daughter who was very smart, she looked at the boss and said:

"Brother Zhang, you have only been here for a few days, but you remember the road quite clearly."

"Practice makes perfect."

Boss Zhang didn't seem to like to talk very much, so he chatted with Mrs. Tofu Nao for a few words, and then went to make noodles by himself.

The landlady gave him a blank look, as if she was talking about his incomprehensible style.

She found out clearly that this brother came to Qingyun County not long ago, and he has no wife, no children, and a widowed family. Thinking about it, it is easy to earn three to five times more than her.

He is honest and honest. He sells noodles every day, and when he goes home, he occasionally goes to Qinghe to listen to a stage play. He is very nice.

"Son, how about letting him be your father?"

The proprietress asked her little daughter in a low voice.

The voice was very low, but the corner of the mouth of the noodle stall boss Zhang next to him was twitching, as if he was speechless, but he quickly recovered his honest appearance.

It was not until the west end of the sunset that the noodle stall owner put away the table, picked up the stall and walked into the city.

An ordinary small house.

The owner of the noodle stall Zhang put down the stall at the corner of the eaves, walked into the room, and when he came out again, he was a rather handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

This person is Jiang Ping.