Marshal Tianpeng was startled at first, then slowly turned around and saw a figure appearing not far away.
A woman who looks to be in her thirties wears a pair of large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, covering less than half of her face. She wears a dark blue dress, a black gauze cover, and embroidered shoes of the same color. Clothes and shoes
There are many patterns embroidered on it that look like copper coins with square holes, which is a bit tacky.
There were many small gadgets hanging on her waist. In addition to sachets, jade pendants and large and small shoulder bags, there was a long cigarette on the left side, or "Ban Miansou", a dark gold smoking pot, an ebony stem, and an emerald cigarette.
On the cigarette holder, there is a purse containing tobacco leaves, which is quite old. On the right side is a small abacus, 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, then he couldn't help laughing and said: "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: members A, B, C, D, and 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.
The real person Zhang Da is a bit heavier, but some people are just a showman, only a little taller than the ordinary real person.
In this case, the seating arrangement came 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 thirty-sixth one
The person who ranks second is called the second-ranking Zhenzhi Zhenzhen; the person who is Cihang is ranked third and is called the third-ranking Zhenzhi Zhenren, and so on.
But this is just an unwritten rule, so when it reaches the top ten, it will not be divided 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 showy people 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 Beings, they become Class A members. However, there is a distinction between Class A members. Maybe there is a hierarchy of Shen Zhi He Ping Zhang, which is not something outsiders can know.
No matter how you grade it, it's all a matter for first-class 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 the rivers and lakes are, or how high the temples are, it is the last word to have a big fist. In the Daqi Dynasty, Taizong's palace changed, brothers were killed, and the great ancestor of Daqi was still not allowed to be the Supreme Emperor? What kind of rules and etiquette are there for emperors, ministers, fathers and sons?
, are all imaginary.
Putting it into the Jianghu and Taoist sects that advocate force, how can Marshal Tianpeng respect someone whose level of cultivation is not as good as his own?
Qiniang walked towards Marshal Tianpeng and put a quick mint candy in her mouth. Her words were inevitably a little slurred: "Since 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 tapped this ignorant woman from afar, saying: "We are both secret societies? There is a saying that goes well.
, We are enemies in the same industry. Since when did our 'Tianting' and your Qingpinghui become the same person? 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 sneered: "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 run rampant in the world with this little bit of morality?"
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 on her left hand: "Hand over 20,000 peace coins, and I will let you leave here intact."
Marshal Tianpeng was so angry that he laughed instead.
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 single peace coin?"
Qiniang put away her last finger and turned 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 empty-handed wolves. This is called robbery." Marshal Tianpeng was not in a hurry to do anything, 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 life money. You use your life money to do it."
Buying your life is reasonable and reasonable."
Marshal Tianpeng laughed loudly.
The roaring sound caused the trees to sway and the water on Zhenwu Lake to form waves.
Qiniang stood motionless.
After a pause in laughter, Marshal Tianpeng walked straight towards Qiniang.
It looked 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 in a frying pan, getting smaller and smaller, until 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 evil.
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. He had a face and big ears like the Buddha from the East. Now his cheeks were shriveled, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was full of "wrinkles", and he could clearly see the wrinkles on his exposed chest.
rib cage.
The "Fei Ying" that was originally stuck on his body actually fell to the ground with a clang without the squeeze of flesh and blood.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he could only make a hoarse sound of unknown 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?