I will survive with proficiency

Qingyun Domain, Lianyun City, Ning Mansion.

Dongfang Weixi.

Chen Ping was lying on the hard wooden bed with his hands behind his head. Through the window, he stared blankly at the water dripping down on the eaves, revealing the cold air still remaining after the midwinter.

It was not yet full light, but he didn't feel sleepy.

He is not of this world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary nerd. He never wanted to play games all night, and fell asleep under extreme fatigue. When he woke up, he had already traveled to this point.

This is a mysterious world where everyone advocates cultivating immortals, where there are many sects and demons are rampant.

Danger is everywhere.

Everything is low-grade, only Xiuxian is high.

very lucky.

The original owner was a cultivator.

Unfortunately.

He is already twenty-two years old, and he is still a first-level Qi training monk. With such aptitude, the major sects have long closed their doors and windows to him.

He is a back wave and was shot to death on the beach long ago.

Because of this, as a miserable casual cultivator, he became a servant of the Ning Mansion a few years ago in an attempt to obtain some cultivation resources.

He has no relatives in this world, and is alone. Although his cultivation base is a little low, rich families still like such servants. If something goes wrong, just dig a hole and bury it. No follow-up hassle.

Fortunately, practitioners don't have many servants. They usually do some chores, and occasionally they need to complete some dangerous tasks that only Qi practitioners can complete.

However, there is no future.

With such a small amount of resources, you will never have to think about attaining Taoism and longevity.

I can't reach the foundation in this life.

At this time.

"Everyone, get up, get up. Steward Wang told the outer hall to gather, fellow Taoists, hurry up, don't delay." There was a rude knock on the door, interrupting Chen Ping's thinking.

The snoring in the room stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of getting up.

This is one of the large courtyards for family members. There are six or seven people sleeping in it, not to mention the various sounds that rise and fall at night, but the sour smell in the air that even the cleaning amulets are useless is enough to make people feel sick. People drink from a jug.

As for whether they could sleep six or seven, Chen Ping couldn't remember clearly, because the high death rate caused the number of people to fluctuate very frequently. It is very likely that there will be seven people today and six people tomorrow.

'When will this fucking life end? '

outer hall.

More than a dozen people routinely listened to Manager Wang arranging today's chores.

Practitioners are worthless in Lianyun City, so chores also need to be done.

Hundreds of miles away from Lianyun City is the famous Qingyun Sect. Lianyun City is a satellite city under Qingyun Sect's jurisdiction. This city is different from mortal cities.

There are mortals in this city, but most of them are practitioners, casual cultivators who are looking forward to entering Qingyun Sect or being eliminated by the sect.

There are as many practitioners here as there are college students in Chen Ping's later imperial capital.

If there are too many, it is naturally worthless.

"Not many, go to the pharmacy to help today."

"Li Fugui, today you practice sword with Young Master Seventeen."

"Zhang Daer, get ready. Team Wang is planning a beast hunting operation. Go over and help."

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After reading the first group of tasks, Xu did not see his friend, a monk asked:

"Steward Wang, I heard that the hunting team led by Team Liu came back in the middle of the night yesterday. Why didn't you see Xiao Fan, Fellow Daoist Xiao?"

Steward Wang lowered his head and continued to look through the roster.

"Wang Guanshi..." The fellow Taoist thought that Wang Guanshi didn't hear it.

Steward Wang raised his head and interrupted:

"The hunting team led by Team Liu did return in the middle of the night last night, but unfortunately suffered heavy losses. Two monks died, and Fellow Daoist Xiao was among them."

There is the word "unfortunate" in the words, but the tone is understated.

As if the dead were an all-too-common occurrence.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.

Another one died.

Every once in a while, during the qi training period, the family members of the monks died due to various tasks, which has become the norm. Everyone seems numb and confident that they will not die next.

They are all gamblers of life.

The servant's money is not easy to get.

The risk factor is too high.

Chen Ping thought of quitting.

"Chen Ping, Ding Liu, the two of you are not allowed to ask for leave to go out for two days. There is a very important task in three days. You should prepare a little and recharge your batteries."

"In the past three days, let's help Jieshou in the mansion."

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After Chen Ping took over the task, he and his colleagues went to help out in the kitchen courtyard without chatting with others.

Thinking about what to do next?

You can't be a servant here all the time, can you?

Many missions are too dangerous, and there is no choice of missions, maybe one day you will die unexpectedly.

But how can I choose?

The closest to Lianyun City is the lofty Qingyun Sect, but his age and cultivation level have already determined that this road will not work, Qingyun Sect never accepts disciples of monks who are more than twenty years old in the Qi training period.

Besides, Chen Ping really didn't know any other cities outside Lianyun City, which was beyond his knowledge.

Don't go out either.

The endless forest outside the city was not something he, a monk in the Qi training period, could get out of.

How do casual cultivators make a living in Lianyun City?

Thinking about it, Chen Ping quickly went to the courtyard outside the kitchen, and withdrew his thoughts, a huge monster came into view.

Tier 1 monster.

No wonder two monks in the Qi training period died. First-order monsters are comparable to humans in Qi training, but monsters are huge in size, born with rough skin and thick flesh, and have their own aggressiveness. Their combat power is far greater than that of humans of the same level.

Usually more than a dozen monks in the early stage of Qi training besiege a first-level monster, but they may not be able to win.

It's good to die two times this time.

"Such a big monster, you and I have been busy for three days." The colleague said.

Chen Ping smiled and said:

"That's good, at least you don't have to go out and take risks."

The colleague froze for a moment:

"I haven't seen you cherish your life so much before? How can you earn resources if you don't go on missions?"

Chen Ping smiled and said nothing.

Although the task of going out is dangerous, all practitioners rush to do it.

Because the income is high.

The resource rewards of servants are also distributed according to work.

Chen Ping didn't say anything else, and started to dissect the monster with his knife. This was his task for the past three days.

bald.

With a knife down, a light curtain appeared in front of him. He subconsciously grabbed it, but it was empty.

The panel is a block of translucent light and shadow.

The light curtain panel is very simple, just like the game panels of later generations, there are only a few lines of text on it:

[Name: Chen Ping. 】

[Life: 22/71. 】

[Realm: Qi training (one floor): 25/100. 】

[Cultivation technique: Evergreen Kung Fu (Introductory): 16/100. 】

[Spell: Breeze Nine Swords (Form 1): 218/1000. 】

[Skill: Anatomy (Beginner): 761/1000. 】

Chen Ping was overjoyed.

this.

Goldfinger?

very nice.

Chen Ping came back to his senses and quickly accepted the existence of Goldfinger.

After all, they have traveled through time, why is it impossible to bring a game panel?

just this life

Seventy-one years old.

Did not reach the average life expectancy of future generations.

Chen Ping laughed at himself and continued to explore the panel.

After many attempts, I finally figured it out.

The panel does not exist all the time, but can be mobilized at will by his mind, and the panel will appear when the mind is activated.

The panel has no other functions, no hidden copies or extended functions.

The panel cannot talk.

Can't communicate.

At the bottom of the panel, there is a short-lived text explaining the fonts that appear. Let Chen Ping understand the properties of the panel.

‘This is a proficiency panel. As long as the same skill is practiced repeatedly, it can be continuously improved. '

Thinking of this, Chen Ping speeded up the dissection.

really.

The numbers have changed.

Seeing the numbers +1, +1, +1 constantly jumping on the panel, Chen Ping couldn't help laughing out loud.

coach.

I want to cultivate immortality.