Pawn Crossing the River

Marshal Tianpeng was startled at first, then slowly turned around and saw a figure appearing not far away.

A woman who looked to be in her thirties had a pair of large sunglasses on her nose, covering less than half of her face. Wearing a dark cyan long skirt, a black gauze cover, and embroidered shoes of the same color. The clothes and shoes are embroidered with many patterns similar to square-hole copper coins, which is slightly tacky.

There were many small gadgets hanging on her waist. In addition to sachets, jade pendants and large and small satchels, there was a long cigarette on her left side, or "Ban Miansou", a dark gold smoking pot, an ebony stem, and an emerald cigarette. The cigarette holder is hung with a purse containing tobacco leaves, which is quite old. There is a small abacus hanging on the right, which is entirely golden. It is not known whether it is made of pure gold or plated with a layer of gold.

Marshal Tianpeng was a little surprised and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The visitor said: "My friends in the world call me Qiniang, a second-class member of Qingpinghui."

Marshal Tianpeng was startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh: "It turns out he is a second-class member."

He didn't know who Qiniang was, but he knew what it meant to be a second-class member of the Qingping Society.

The Qingping Association is divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D. Members such as D are peripheral members and informal members, members of C are regular members, members of B are elite members, and members of A are core members.

In terms of realm and cultivation level, generally members of Class D are acquired people, members of Class C are ordinary innate people, members of Class B are people who have returned to the true stage, and members of Class A are people of heaven.

Although heavenly beings are also divided into many stages, Class A members implement a ranking system, which is similar to the Taoist system of knowing real people.

In terms of grade and treatment, the thirty-six Masters of the Council are equal, but in actual situations, the weight of the thirty-six Masters of the Council is different. Some are second only to the Deputy Headmaster, or even more powerful than the average. Master Zhang Da is a bit heavier, but some people are just a showman, only a little taller than an ordinary real man.

In this case, the seat arrangement comes into being. For example, Donghua Zhenren is recognized as the first among the thirty-six Zhenzhi Zhenren and is called the Chief Zhenzhi Zhenren; Qingwei Zhenren is the second among the thirty-six Zhenzhi Zhenren and is called the Secondary Zhenzhi Zhenren; Cihang Zhenren is ranked third and is called the third Shenzhi Zhenren, and so on.

But this is just an unwritten rule, so beyond the top ten, it won’t be broken down too much. After all, no one wants to be the thirty-sixth Shenzhi Zhenren. If you continue to subdivide it, you will offend people. Shenzhi Zhenren can No one is easy to mess with. The so-called showboats are just compared to other Zhenzhi masters, and they probably know it well.

The same is true for the Qingping Society. After reaching the Heavenly Being, you will become a first-class member. It's just that there is a hierarchy among Class A members, and maybe there is a hierarchy like the Peace Chapter, which is not something outsiders can know.

No matter how they are classified, it is all a matter for Class A members.

If Qiniang says that she is a first-class member, then Marshal Tianpeng will be a little more wary. After all, the heavenly beings in the Xiaoyao stage are first-class members, and the heavenly beings in the creation stage are also first-class members - if there are good fortune heavenly beings in Qingping.

But he is just a second-class member, at most he is a Jiuzhonglou in the stage of returning to his true form, so there is really nothing to be afraid of.

Marshal Tianpeng grinned, not bothering to hide his contempt.

No matter how far away the rivers and lakes are, or how high the temples are, having a big fist is the last word. In the Daqi Dynasty, there was a coup in Taizong's palace, killing brothers and slaughtering brothers, so the great emperor of Daqi still had to obediently become the Supreme Emperor? All the rules and regulations of kings, ministers, fathers and sons are all false.

In a world where martial arts and Taoism are valued, how could Marshal Tianpeng respect someone whose level of cultivation was inferior to his own?

Qiniang walked towards Marshal Tianpeng and put a quick mint candy in her mouth. Her words were inevitably a little slurred: "Looking at the fact that everyone is in a secret society, can you give me some face?"

Marshal Tianpeng seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed out loud. He stretched out his fat and thick fingers and pointed at this ignorant woman from a distance, and said: "We are both secret societies? There is a saying that goes well. , We are enemies in the same industry. When did we, Tianting, and you, Qingpinghui, become friends? How can there be any affection between our two families? "

Qiniang nodded: "What you said makes sense."

Marshal Tianpeng laughed and continued: "Besides, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of asking me to give you some face?"

Qiniang stopped and spit out the mint candy in her mouth: "Say it again."

Marshal Tianpeng sarcastically said: "Do you know what state I am in?"

Qiniang reached out to touch the "Ban Mian Sou" on her waist, and said flatly: "It's just the Great Joy Zen of Buddhism. It doesn't seem to be authentic. It's a variant of Golden Tent Buddhism. It has absorbed the Yin Qi of so many women, and it's nonsense. You only have this body of flesh and blood after eating Haisai, but it’s just flashy and you can bully children. Do you still expect to be able to dominate the world with this little bit of morality?”

Marshal Tianpeng's expression changed drastically.

Qiniang stretched out her hand and drew a circle: "Sit in the well and look at the sky. The sky is only so big."

Marshal Tianpeng said coldly: "You have good eyesight, but I don't know what your skills are at hand?"

Qiniang held the "Ban Mian Sou" in her right hand, and stretched out two fingers with her left hand: "Hand over 20,000 peace coins, and I will let you leave here with all your hair and tail intact."

Marshal Tianpeng laughed in anger.

Qiniang put away her middle finger again, leaving only one index finger: "If you don't have 20,000 Taiping coins, but only 10,000 Taiping coins, that's fine. I'll let you leave here alive. By the way, I also accept discounts on various things. You can get an on-site estimate without any hesitation.”

At first, Marshal Tianpeng was a little doubtful that he had made a mistake. After hearing this, he concluded that this crazy woman was just bluffing, and sneered: "What if I am not willing to give you a peace coin?"

Qiniang put away her last finger and turned it into a fist: "Then there's no need to talk."

"Talk? You are risking my life to talk to me about money. This is not called business. This is called a wolf with nothing. This is called robbery." Marshal Tianpeng was not in a hurry to make a move, and he was still a bit leisurely and playful with this crazy woman.

Qiniang said seriously: "My life is up to me, but your life is not up to you. Your life is in my hands, and it is mine. This is not called robbery, this is called buying money. You use your life money to do it." It’s reasonable to buy your life.”

Marshal Tianpeng laughed loudly.

The sound was rolling, shaking the trees and causing waves to form on the Zhenwu Lake.

Qiniang stood motionless.

After a pause in laughter, Marshal Tianpeng walked straight towards Qiniang.

It seemed like he was walking slowly, but in fact he arrived in front of Qiniang in the blink of an eye and slapped Qiniang in the face.

The next moment, Marshal Tianpeng's eyes widened.

Qiniang held his wrist with one hand, but he couldn't move.

In Qi Xuansu's sight, Marshal Tianpeng's huge mountain-like figure began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a piece of fat meat placed in a frying pan, getting smaller and smaller, and finally only a little bit remained. The oil residue is called "refining oil" by the common people.

Marshal Tianpeng was like this at this time. The hill-like flesh and blood and the huge blood energy were all passing away quickly, or in other words, burning rapidly. The originally smooth skin lost its luster, became dull and gray, and appeared. There were countless wrinkles, and the flesh and blood under the skin was no longer full and solid, but became empty, and the expression on Marshal Tianpeng's face became more frightened and desperate, as if he had seen a peerless monster.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see Qiniang's eyes and could only see his own appearance in the reflection of the black lenses.

In another moment, Marshal Tianpeng was already so thin that he was out of shape. His face and big ears were like the Buddha from the East. Now his cheeks were shriveled, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was full of "wrinkles", and clear wrinkles could be seen on his exposed chest. rib cage.

The "Fei Ying" that was originally stuck on his body actually made a clang and fell to the ground without the squeeze of flesh and blood.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but all he could make was a hoarse sound with no meaning.

Qiniang let go of her hand, and Marshal Tianpeng fell to the ground, curling up like a skinny mummy.

The open-armed crane cloak he originally wore was like a big bag, wrapping his thin body inside, which was a bit funny.

Qiniang rubbed her fingers together, lit the pot, then took a puff and exhaled white smoke: "Even the governor of Xizhou has to be polite when he sees me, who are you to dare to yell at me? "

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