Chapter 46 Qi Niang Arrives (Part 1)

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 a bit 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 Dao Sect's Zhenzhen system.

In terms of grade and treatment, the thirty-six Masters of the Council are equal. However, 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 higher 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. Zhenren; Cihang Zhenren is ranked third and is called the third Shenzhi 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 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 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 the rivers and lakes are, or how high the temple is, 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 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.”

Marshal Tianpeng was a little suspicious at first, but after hearing this, he concluded that this crazy woman was just bluffing, and sneered: "What if I don't want to give a peace money?"

Qiniang put away the last finger and made a fist: "Then there is no room for negotiation."

"Negotiation? You are using my life to negotiate money with me. This is not called business, this is called empty-handed swindling, this is called robbery." Marshal Tianpeng did not rush to do it, and he still had some leisure to make fun of this crazy woman.

Qiniang said seriously: "My life is in my hands, but your life is not in yours. Your life is in my hands, so it is mine. This is not called robbery, this is called buying life money. You use your life money to buy life, which is reasonable."

Marshal Tianpeng laughed loudly.

The sound waves rolled, shaking the trees and shaking the waves on Zhenwu Lake.

Qiniang stood still.

After the laughter subsided, Marshal Tianpeng walked straight towards Qiniang.

It seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact, it came to Qinniang in the blink of an eye and slapped Qinniang in the face.

The next moment, Marshal Tianpeng widened his eyes.

Qinniang held his wrist with one hand, and he couldn't move.

In Qi Xuansu's sight, Marshal Tianpeng's huge body like a small mountain began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a piece of fat meat in a frying pan, getting smaller and smaller, and finally only a little oil residue was left. The people called it "refining oil".

Marshal Tianpeng was like this at this time. The flesh and blood like a small mountain, and the huge blood and energy, were rapidly passing away, or burning rapidly. The originally smooth skin lost its luster, dark gray and yellow, and countless wrinkles appeared. The flesh and blood under the skin were no longer full and solid, but became empty, and the expression on Marshal Tianpeng's face became more and more terrified and desperate, as if he had seen a peerless monster.

It's a pity that he couldn't see Qinniang's eyes, and could only see his appearance from the reflection of the black lens.

A moment later, Marshal Tianpeng had become so thin that he looked unrecognizable. He used to have big ears and face like the Buddha from the East, but now his cheeks were shriveled, his eye sockets were deep, his face was full of "wrinkles", and his exposed chest showed clear ribs.

The "Feiying" that had been pierced into his body, without the pressure of flesh and blood, actually fell to the ground with a clang.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but could only make a meaningless hoarse sound.

Qi Niang let go of her hand, and Marshal Tianpeng fell to the ground and curled up, like a skinny corpse.

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

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

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