From a waiter to a practitioner.
Such class crossing, in Dragon Country.
It is like an illiterate person with only a primary school diploma becoming an employee of a large state-owned enterprise.
The waiter pointed at his nose and looked at Qi Cheng in disbelief.
"Master cultivator, please don't make fun of me. I've already been tested and I don't have that kind of qualifications."
Qi Cheng smiled faintly. "Just tell me whether you're willing or not."
"Yes! Of course I am willing!"
The waiter said excitedly.
Who wouldn't want such a good thing that falls from the sky?
On the opposite side, Cang Bai was in a very bad state.
At this moment, he thought of a term that only appeared in books: "liar".
Qi Cheng now is exactly like the liar described in the book.
Let me think about how the book describes liars.
Use extremely tempting things to attract other people's attention, then get what you want from them, and finally leave them empty-handed.
Now, isn’t this what Qi Cheng is doing?
Let an ordinary waiter become a practitioner.
How is this possible?
If an ordinary waiter can become a practitioner.
Then these 3 million people in the underworld can all become practitioners.
This is impossible.
Cangbai shook his head secretly, thinking that the "Qi Cheng" in front of him must be a fake.
Later, I must get some benefits in advance from the waiter or myself.
Then find a way to escape.
As for the 40,000 practitioners mentioned earlier...
Most of them are lies.
No wonder the cultivators and the tricksters migrated to the underworld back then.
Such practitioners who like to cheat will be kicked out of the team.
People like this shouldn't be allowed to come in and defile the land here.
Cangbai poured another bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp.
I feel so happy.
With wine and food, this is life.
The waiter was very conflicted at this moment.
Knowing that such a thing is almost impossible to accomplish.
But the temptation to become a practitioner is really too great.
It is extremely difficult to say "no".
At this time, the owner of the tavern next door came forward.
He bowed to Qi Cheng and Cang Bai. "Two cultivators, enjoy yourselves today, eat and drink well. Order whatever you like. This is our treat."
"I just hope that the two gentlemen will stop making things difficult for us."
"Small businesses can't afford to be tossed around."
The tavern owner's words made the guests around him wake up.
"I thought ordinary people could become practitioners, but I didn't expect him to be a liar."
"There hasn't been a liar in our underworld for thousands of years."
"Didn't you hear? Those who come in from outside, these people outside, are all liars."
"If anyone can be a cultivator, then are there still ordinary people in this world?"
"Let's go! Going out for a drink and running into something like this is bad luck!"
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Although the waiter was extremely reluctant, he still bowed.
"Master cultivator, I don't have this blessing, so... forget it!"
You're not that lucky. ... Qi Cheng waved his Guahuang fan. "Is there no one here who has the courage?"
Everyone in the tavern looked at each other, but no one took any action.
"I...will!"
Suddenly, a timid voice appeared in everyone's ears.
When everyone heard this, they looked and saw a beggar with a dark face, tattered clothes and a broken leg sitting on the ground.
When everyone looked at him, he immediately lowered his head, as if he was afraid of being stared at.
"Go away, you little beggar, you dare to dream of becoming a cultivator? You are overestimating your own abilities."
"What the hell is Xiao Er still doing standing there, you wishful thinking bastard? Get him out of here!"
"What bad luck! What bad luck! When did the underworld become like this?"
Cangbai dripped the last drop of wine in the jug into his mouth.
He cursed at the little beggar who wanted to become a cultivator.
"It's him!"
Cangbai staggered to the little beggar and looked down at him.
"Fellow Daoist, if you can make him a cultivator, I will agree to everything you just said."
Cangbai, the tool man, has no awareness of being a tool man at all.
Even, a little arrogant.
If the alcohol content of this wine was a little higher, he wouldn't have said such brazen words.
Qi Cheng smiled gently and slowly walked to the little beggar.
"You want to become a practitioner?"
The little beggar nodded.
"100 wen!"
100 Wen?
Oh!
Cangbai sneered.
He is indeed a liar, he even cheats beggars out of their money.
100 wen may not be much for others.
But for a lame little beggar, that was a sky-high price.
Even if someone gives money to such a person, it will be snatched away by other beggars.
Not to mention 100 coins, even 1 coin would be difficult for him to save.
Cangbai reached out and took Qi Cheng's bottle of rice wine.
Doing this is extremely impolite.
But if it's a liar, it doesn't matter.
Maybe he will have to pay for the drinks later.
There's nothing wrong with drinking this wine by yourself!
The little beggar looked at Qi Cheng with despair.
"Master cultivator, I don't have 100 coins!"
Qi Cheng chuckled. "If I say yes, then you have it. Think about it, 100 coins for a chance to become a cultivator, you're not losing out."
"That's not a bad deal! If this beggar really has 100 coins, he must have saved up for years to get them!"
"I bet this beggar doesn't have 100 coins."
"I bet he didn't."
"He definitely doesn't have any. All the money he makes every day must be handed over to me."
At this time, a strong beggar leader came over, staring at the lame beggar with his eyes.
Seeing this man, the lame beggar became even more frightened.
Qi Cheng remained silent.
100 Wen, not much!
But it was all the money the lame beggar had.
Whether he dares to gamble with it is his own business.
After a few seconds of silence, the lame beggar looked up at Qi Cheng. "Master cultivator, can 100 wen really allow me to become a cultivator?"
"Can!"
"Give!"
The lame beggar took out a tattered bag from his crotch and handed it to Qi Cheng.
"100 wen! No more, no less. This is all the money I have."
"You bastard, that's my money." The beggar leader was angry and rolled up his sleeves to hit someone.
But just after taking a step, he saw Qi Cheng's cold gaze.
The figure quickly retreated.
He could easily take the life of the lame beggar.
A practitioner can also take his life.
In fact, it is much simpler.
He didn't dare to gamble on this matter.
Qi Cheng picked up the purse and smiled softly. "Close your eyes, I'll help you right away."
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