Chapter 32 Your last words are smelly and long. I’ll listen to you next time.
This is a cannibalistic world.
Who doesn’t have any deep hatred in their body?
People like Wu Yi who want to climb up are naturally no exception.
"The Yuanyang Sect is divided into servant disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, etc."
"The handyman disciples say that they are just handymen, that is, helpers, and they cannot learn any martial arts at all. Although they can teach a set of Wuqinxi, which they say can strengthen the body."
"But you have to do seven hours of work a day. Which handyman disciple can practice Wu Qin Xi in such an environment?"
"I work for the landlord, and I get some money, and a few pieces of meat to eat during the holidays."
"But when you go to work in the Yuanyang School, not only do you not get a penny, you even have to bring your own dry food. They also say this is an opportunity for you."
"No wonder Uncle Bu told me that he would rather work for a wealthy landlord than go to a sect to practice martial arts as a handyman."
"There is no free lunch in the world, it's all a fucking trap calculated by the sect."
"Everyone who believes in this is a fool."
Qing Fen couldn't help but blurt out, feeling frightened in his heart.
Everyone wants to practice martial arts and make a class jump for themselves.
Therefore, the cost of learning becomes more and more expensive. After only teaching a set of Wu Qin Xi, the Yuanyang sect can obtain a large amount of free labor for nothing, and they can bring their own dry food without having to pay for it.
This sounds a lot like the involution of education competition in previous lives.
"Yes, I am that fool, I am that fool!" Wu Yi was wailing. If his hands and feet hadn't been broken, he would have been crying.
"Keep talking." Chu Qianqiu looked at the other party noncommittally, asking him to continue speaking what was in his heart.
When everyone faces death, they will speak out what is hidden in their hearts.
It seems that compared to torture, this method can help you earn more information.
"I came to Yuanyang Sect because I want to practice martial arts, become a dashing Taoist master, and become a master of martial arts."
"But for three whole years, I worked as a handyman there and didn't learn anything."
"He also spent all the money Baizhu earned at Baixianglou."
"I am incompetent, I am a beast, I am worse than a beast."
Wu Yi was wailing on the side with a hoarse voice, and Qing Fen's face turned pale when he heard it.
Even Wang Baichuan pretended to sob twice, but when he saw that Chu Qianqiu still looked expressionless, he stopped acting.
"Tell me the key points." Chu Qianqiu didn't want to hear his tragic experience, but wanted to see if he had any important information hidden in his heart.
There are some little people who often know particularly valuable information, and he has verified it more than once.
When a person believes that he must die, he can tell many secrets.
This is also something Chu Qianqiu can take advantage of.
"So I became a martial arts disciple. To put it nicely, I am called a disciple, but in reality I am a martial arts slave."
"Make wedding clothes for others, and pass on the true energy and internal skills to those inner disciples, true disciples."
"Because we save money than pills."
"I can spend 4 hours or 8 hours practicing every day, and I don't have to do those things."
A Baishen pill costs at best 300 taels of silver, but it actually doesn’t cost that much to train a practicing slave. As the price of elixirs rises, more and more sects and aristocratic families choose to train slaves and let slaves
Practice and then absorb the Qi.
It's not because they are more effective than elixirs, but because they are more cost-effective.
"I finally mastered the inner strength and mental method that I dreamed of, the "Qingyang Kung" that I practiced like the outer disciples, but I lost the possibility of becoming a martial arts master forever."
"Although I can eat meat and earn money, I have forever lost my dream of becoming a martial arts master."
"At this time, Tan Shoujing, the deacon of the outer sect, came to me. He said that there was an opportunity for the training slaves who performed well to become outer sect disciples."
"I, I am a beast."
Having said this, Wu Yi cried very sadly, with an expression as if he was a beast and wanted to seek death and life.
"Are you done?"
"It's such a long and stinky last word."
There was no emotion on Chu Qianqiu's face, but Qing Fen felt sad.
Why the hell aren't you moved?
I'm so miserable, I have to have some sympathy.
Wu Yi was stunned. He could deceive Miss Baizhu into fooling around. He thought he had some acting skills. Otherwise, how could he pretend to be internally injured or show affection?
But he didn't expect Chu Qianqiu to be such a cold and heartless creature.
"Wang Baichuan, do you understand the last thing you have to do?"
Chu Qianqiu got up from his seat, reconnected Wang Baichuan's joints, then picked up the saber that fell on the ground and put it in his hand.
"The villain understands!"
Wang Baichuan smiled grimly, knowing that it was time for him to submit his name.
Maybe it would be troublesome to kill an outer disciple of the Yuanyang Sect, but he has been able to hang out in Baixiang Town for so many years, so he naturally has the skills to dispose of the body cleanly.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I still have secrets, I still have something to say."
"I have the secret book of "Qingyang Kung" and I have "Bagua Youlongzhang"
"By the way, the Yuanyang Sect is looking for someone, and both Master Guyang and Master Qianyang are looking for him."
"The people they are looking for are related to Daxia! They must be spies from Daxia."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me."
"ah!"
"Next time."
I don’t want to hear it this time.
Chu Qianqiu yawned.
Wang Baichuan dug his knife into Wu Yi's chest and dug out his black heart. He then put the knife down, knelt respectfully in front of Chu Qianqiu, and shouted loudly:
"The unkind and unjust people have been executed. Please give me instructions, young master."
"The token of Tie Qianshan is reserved for those with virtue. Please accept it, young master."
"You are quite clever. No wonder you can live freely in Baixiang Town."
"Qing Fen, bring up the token."
Now that Chu Qianqiu had Qing Fen as his subordinate, he naturally let him try to see if there was any manipulation on the token. Qing Fen was also smart and took the token to observe for a few times before respectfully handing it to Chu Qianqiu.
Chu Qianqiu looked at Wang Baichuan who was kneeling on the ground, played with the cards twice, and then made his arrangement.
"From today on, Qing Fen is the boss of the gang, and you have to assist him in gathering intelligence."
"There are six doors, I want them here."
"If the six doors don't exist, I also want them here."
"Do you understand?"
"The villain understands." Wang Baichuan did not feel angry at being deprived of power, but felt joyful at finally surviving.
You are valuable, so you can live peacefully.
"How can I be the boss?" Qing Fen stumbled as he spoke, as if he was stuttering.
He had no idea that such a change would happen today.
"If I say you can do it, you can do it."
"Don't you want to stand out? Then let me do it well."
Get ahead, practice martial arts, and eat meat.
These simplest desires finally made Qing Fen grit his teeth and comply.
"I obey my orders!"
This is more or less the same. People are not afraid of low status, but they are afraid of lack of ambition.
Since this little green-skinned guy has some ambition, there's no harm in letting him try.
As for the gang in Baixiang Town, I must control it.
Not only can he mislead the direction of the six doors, but he can also obtain a steady stream of information for himself.
As for this most crucial figure.
"Wang Baichuan."
"The villain is here."
"You are a valuable person, don't waste your value."
"Maybe one day, Wang Rong will kneel in front of you and cry like Wuyi."
Hearing this, Wang Baichuan suddenly raised his head, but Chu Qianqiu had disappeared.