I will survive with proficiency

The king is in charge of the room.

"Chen Ping, are you really going to give up this mission?"

When Steward Wang heard Chen Ping's excuse, he couldn't understand it, but he didn't know why Chen Ping came here.

What a great opportunity.

How many people wish for it.

Is that little money comparable?

Xu Buduo observed his words, and immediately handed over a small bag of silver secretly: "Boss Wang, you drink tea all the time. Daoyou Chen is not feeling well, but I am willing to complete this task for him."

Steward Wang glanced blankly, and did not take the money bag for the time being, but just looked at Chen Ping.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ping said:

"Wang Guanshi, to be honest, I have a hidden physical illness left by my previous mission, and I am afraid it will be difficult to recover in a short time. So I can only reluctantly give up this mission. Not only that, I also want to resign from the post of Ning Mansion servant and return to the Rest at home."

"Really?" Steward Wang was taken aback.

Not only Wang Guanshi, Xu Buduo also looked sideways.

"Seriously." Chen Ping said in a deep voice.

"Do you know how many casual cultivators are trying to come in, but they don't have such an opportunity? It's difficult to come in after giving up your previous cultivation base." Wang Guanshi added and reminded.

In fact, he didn't really want Chen Ping to resign. Chen Ping didn't make trouble and had a good personality. It was precisely because of this that he arranged for Chen Ping to follow Miss Seven this time.

In particular, Chen Ping's superb skills in dissecting monsters and hard-working qualities that Chen Ping showed in the past two days made him appreciate it even more.

Such a good knifeman and working so hard, a nice young man.

Chen Ping's tone was firm:

"I've made up my mind."

Chen Ping moved out of Ningfu that day.

He didn't have many things, and the monk's valuables were usually small items that he carried with him, so he settled all his belongings in one pocket.

After leaving the Ning Mansion, he looked back at the place where he had worked for several years, and was quite moved.

Looking forward, Chen felt full of expectation.

'become free. '

At this time, the midwinter has passed and the warm spring is coming, and the tree buds are sprouting green all over the street, and the greenery is everywhere, full of vitality.

Chen Ping walked towards the east of the city along the main road of Qingshiban Street. This was a plan he had made before he resigned.

Lianyun City is very large, and the entire city is divided into east and west areas.

Generally, some well-known families live in the west area, such as the Ning Mansion. One person became the core monk of the Qingyun Sect, and the whole family moved here and spread out.

Those living in the East District are some casual cultivators who have no family or roots.

The Eastern District is also known as the Sanxiu District.

There is no city wall between the east and west areas, no clear boundaries, and no entry and exit checkpoints.

But this difference in level makes monks in the two regions rarely move across regions.

This is a heart wall.

What Chen Ping is going to now is the casual repair area.

Without a job in Ningfu, there is no need to stay in the West District. On the one hand, it is difficult to find a profitable and safe job, and on the other hand, the rent here is ridiculously expensive.

The prices in the Eastern District will be much more affordable.

As for leaving Lianyun City?

That's impossible, it's too dangerous outside the city.

The surrounding area of ​​Lianyun City is protected by a high city wall, and there are patrolling monks. Monsters cannot enter, and there is a high probability that evil spirits will not appear in the popular city. It is relatively safe here.

When he arrived at the Sanxiu area, Chen Ping found a target house based on his memory, but found that the house was vacant.

I found a shop assistant nearby and asked:

"My fellow daoist, do you know where a fellow daoist named He Xianxiang lives? He looks about sixty years old, and he used to live across the street."

"He Xianxiang? Who is that? Is it very powerful? I don't know."

Chen Ping: .

There are no phones in this world, so finding someone is a hassle.

After asking several monks in succession, I met one who knew He Xianxiang.

"Oh, you're looking for the butcher's ear, right? One ear is missing, and the older one."

"Yes, yes." Chen Ping said quickly.

"Oh, if you sell meat ears, you can sell meat ears. What are you talking about He Xianxiang? Many people don't know his name." The monk complained for a while: "Go along this street, then turn west, go to the end and go back. Turn north, then turn east, turn north again, and go east a little bit."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Can't you just say left and right?

Chen Ping racked his brains and silently wrote down the location:

"Thank you, fellow daoist."

Following the silently memorized road, I made seven turns and eight turns, and had to ask two fellow Taoists successively before I found He Xianxiang's home.

He Xianxiang was an old man Chen Ping met when he was working in the Ning Mansion. He was also one of the masters in the Ning Mansion back then. Later, when he got older, he didn't want to take risks to do missions, so he came out and lived in the Sanxiu area.

When he was in Ningfu, because Chen Ping was young, He Xianxiang took good care of Chen Ping.

The relationship between the two is good.

But in the past few years, the two of them haven't had much contact. After all, they live in different areas, and everyone has their own life and their own busy affairs.

Seeing that it was Chen Ping who was visiting at this time, He Xianxiang was quite surprised.

Then he warmly welcomed Chen Ping into the room.

He Xianxiang was even more surprised when he heard that Chen Ping no longer 'worked' in Ning Mansion, and he sighed.

"Come out as soon as you come out, it's not a big deal. Although this is a casual cultivation area, some people finally entered Qingyun sect." Although He Xianxiang is over sixty years old, he still looks good.

"That is." Chen Ping smiled.

It doesn't matter whether Qingyun sect or Qingyun sect is not, I just want to find a place to hang out and practice silently.

The panel is the confidence he dared to move out.

It is also his confidence to yearn for longevity.

"Senior He, when I come out this time, I plan to find a house here and live here temporarily. Do you have any recommendations?" Chen Ping cut to the chase.

He Xianxiang nodded: "Rent or buy?"

"How much?"

"The house in the casual repair area, like mine, costs about 500 low-grade spirit stones."

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched:

"rent."

This word speaks loudly.

"Okay, it's good to just live here. You and I can have a drink in our spare time. Wait a moment, the old man, I'll call the manager." He Xianxiang said.

He Xianxiang quickly called the steward.

Chen Ping stated his own needs, and the steward made an assessment based on Chen Ping's needs, and gave targeted suggestions for rental housing.

Throughout the ages, the process of renting a house has never changed.

After talking for a while, He Xianxiang pointed to a house diagonally across from his house and interjected:

"I heard that the owner of that room moved out yesterday?"

The steward snorted arrogantly: "That one is expensive."

It means that Chen Ping's needs are not met.

Chen Ping said speechlessly:

"How much per month?"

"Three low-grade spirit stones for two months." The steward glanced at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was a little dissatisfied: "Why is there half a Lingshi more per month in that room than in other places?"

In the steward's introduction, it was obvious that the sizes of the houses were not much different.

This street area is not more upscale than other street areas.

Not too bad.

"Don't you look at who lives next door to that room?" The steward looked at Chen Ping more, thinking that he didn't know? Added: "Yu Qingyi, do you know?"

Yu Qingyi?

Chen Ping had heard of this name to some extent.

It is very popular in the casual repair area.

Yu Qingyi is a little older than He Xianxiang, with a high level of cultivation, and he is a chivalrous and charitable person. He is highly respected by the casual cultivators, and it can be said that he is highly respected in the casual cultivator area.

Living next to him is undoubtedly an extra layer of security.

No one will come here to make trouble.

In this world, land is worthless.

The house is worthless.

But security is valuable.

"Go and see that room." Chen Ping said in pain.

The house is a combination of wood and rammed earth, not too big or too small, with three rooms, which should be over a hundred square feet, with an external kitchen.

There is a small yard outside the house, not very big, but it is enough to practice swords and the like in it.

Chen Ping was quite satisfied.

He is also satisfied with the environment of this street. The gravel trails are fairly clean and the houses are well arranged. Although it is not as luxurious and grand as the West District, it still gives people a very comfortable feeling.

After reading it, Chen Ping decisively paid the deposit and rent, and rented the house.

Expensive is more expensive.

Buy a safe, it's worth it.

After sending He Xianxiang and the steward away, Chen Ping took care of the house. Because the previous owner just moved out yesterday, the house was not considered dirty, and there was not much domestic garbage left, so it was easy to take care of.

After taking care of it, I went out to buy some daily necessities, bought a full month's worth of Lingmi and monster meat, and went home to decorate.

Lying on the soft bedding at night, without a trace of sour smell, Chen Ping smiled in relief.

'I can be regarded as having a home. '