Chang Ping returned to the camp in a happy mood, not realizing that the backyard was on fire.
The culprit who started the fire walked over while laughing secretly in his heart.
"I have copied all the skills you want. Where are the remaining pages I want?" Nie Li took out a stack of rough straw paper.
Although the City of Glory was feudal and backward, it had mastered papermaking technology. However, the quality of the paper produced was not very good. It was rough and yellow, barely usable for wiping buttocks, and far inferior to the snow-white A4 paper in the printer that Chang Ping sent to Yang Xin.
In addition to papyrus, there is also a kind of parchment, which is made from the skin of horned sheep. It is very tough and durable, but also very expensive. Only nobles can afford it.
Nie Li gave Chang Ping straw paper, not only because he couldn't afford parchment, but also because he wanted to disgust Chang Ping.
Chang Ping glanced at the yellow and tattered paper in Nie Li's hand. There were densely packed calligraphy on it. Although the paper was rubbish, the characters were strong and powerful, revealing a murderous intent.
"Is this technique fake?" Chang Ping looked at Nie Li with suspicion, trying to find out something fishy from his face, but Nie Li looked normal and there was no flaw. Chang Ping crossed his arms and said, "Unless you swear to the Heaven, I don't want it."
How can a martial art written on toilet paper be a good one?
He and Nie Li don't get along, so Nie Li will definitely cheat in the technique, hoping that he will go astray while practicing.
This damn old bitch, as soon as he sticks out his butt, Chang Ping knows what kind of shit he is going to do.
However, Chang Ping might be overthinking it, as Nie Li resolutely swore to the Heavenly Dao that the martial arts he copied was not fake and that practicing it would not have any negative effects.
What Chang Ping didn't know was that Nie Li was planning to take him in as a male servant, so he would naturally not give him the wrong skills and ruin his foundation for cultivation.
Nie Li didn't understand why Chang Ping asked him for two god-level skills. It was already very difficult for ordinary people to practice a god-level skill. Didn't Chang Ping know that biting off more than he could chew?
The more complicated the skills he practiced in the early stages, the more difficult it would be to improve his cultivation in the later stages. He had bitten off more than he could chew in the past, which resulted in his cultivation in the later stages being as slow as a snail. Even if he went crazy, his speed would not increase much.
He didn't want to see his manservant follow his old path.
"Chang Ping, just choose one technique to practice. Don't practice two techniques at the same time. It will affect your future development." Nie Li advised kindly.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Chang Ping took the draft from Nie Li's hand and started reading it.
Nie Li didn't take it as an offense and said with a smile: "If you want, I can test your soul sea for free. I won't harm you."
"Would you be so kind?" Chang Ping glanced over the techniques and put them into his pinky ring. He stared at Nie Li warily and said in a bad tone, "Don't give me that. You can't beat me, so you want to bribe me?"
"My classmate is as pure as a piece of white paper, don't try to hit on her! I'm making this clear, as long as I'm alive, I won't allow you to get close to her!" After saying that, Chang Ping took out two pieces of paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his pinky ring and slapped them on Nie Li's face.
Although the two pages of paper were light, they made Nie Li stagger.
Nie Li glared at Chang Ping angrily while grabbing the torn page on his face and secretly said: This kid is so ungrateful and shameless. When he regains his emperor's cultivation, I will definitely teach him a lesson.
"What is this? Where are the remaining pages of the Book of Space-Time Demons?" Nie Li was dumbfounded when he saw the two pages of paper that Chang Ping flew over.
What Chang Ping gave him was not the remaining pages of the Book of Space-Time Demons, but a high-definition picture copied out using some props he had, one front and one back.
He just thought that Chang Ping had found two fragments of the Book of Space-Time Demons, but he didn't expect it to be like this.
"When did I agree to lend you the torn pages of the Book of Spacetime Demon Spirits?" Chang Ping sneered. Nie Li Laodeng was reborn through the Book of Spacetime Demon Spirits. If the torn pages automatically recognized their master and merged with it, he would have no place to cry. "That's it, take it or leave it."
The goods have been sold and are not returnable or exchangeable.
Chang Ping glared at Nie Li with contempt and turned away.
Yang Xin and the others had already prepared some steaming white rice porridge waiting for him. If he delayed any longer, the porridge would get cold, so he had to hurry over.
"Okay, okay, you're going to play this on me, right? You little bastard, just wait for me!" Nie Li was so angry that he jumped on the spot.
Originally, he felt a little guilty for instigating a fight between Yang Xin and Chang Ping, but now Chang Ping was fooling him and playing with him like a monkey. He could tolerate his uncle but not his aunt, so he had no scruples anymore.
Anyone who dares to pretend to be his master will be ruined, his family will be separated from him, and he will be despised by the world.
Just wait, little brat, when we return to the City of Glory, you'll be in trouble!
Nie Li held the two photos in his hands and looked at them carefully. His face gradually turned green, like a turtle.
The inscriptions on the torn pages were extremely mysterious, like a heavenly book, and he didn't recognize any of them.
Give them two god-level skills for free.
"Damn it!!!" Nie Li threw the photo to the ground and stomped on it hysterically, like an impotent and furious monkey.
On the other side, Chang Ping walked up to Yang Xin with a happy smile.
At this moment, she was holding an exquisite jade bowl, drinking rice porridge in small sips, but her face did not look very good.
"What's wrong, baby? Who made you angry again?" Chang Ping asked puzzledly. He subconsciously looked at Shen Xiu. Could it be that when he was patrolling around the camp, she picked a fight with Yang Xin again?
"It's okay!" Yang Xin glanced at Chang Ping, her voice cold and not as warm and friendly as usual.
There must be something wrong!
Chang Ping narrowed his eyes and thought it was related to him.
Did she know about his affair with Shen Xiu?
Truth will come to light sooner or later. Yang Xin will know about this sooner or later. Chang Ping just didn't expect it to be so early.
Of course, Yang Xin wasn't necessarily angry about this matter. Maybe she was having menstrual pain, or maybe she was jealous because he only hugged Huyan Lanruo to sleep last night and not her.
"Daping, come and have some porridge~" Huyan Lanruo scooped a bowl of white rice porridge and brought it to Chang Ping with a smile.
Ohira?
Why does this word sound familiar?
Chang Ping took the small golden bowl with the snow-white lotus printed on it with a strange expression, opened its huge mouth, and poured the hot porridge into it.
It's a bit sweet, as if honey was added.
Soon, everyone finished sharing the big pot of porridge. The ladies only drank one bowl each, and most of the porridge was drunk by the men.
There is no doubt that Chang Ping drank the most, and in the end he even drank the leftover food used to wash the pot.
Everyone is no longer surprised by such an amazing appetite.
You can accomplish as much as you eat. Chang Ping is a man of great skills and has killed many monsters along the way, so it is understandable that he eats a lot.
After finishing breakfast, everyone began to dismantle the tents, preparing to leave the ruins of Gulan City and officially return to the City of Glory.
(End of this chapter)