Lord of Puro

Chapter 454 Who is the Pen?
When He Caiyuan saw Ge Junma’s body, his body trembled.

The peddler smiled and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Your master is dead, do you really want to kowtow? You can kowtow once, and I will let you go."

He Caiyuan's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. He was really sad.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not kowtow, but sighed and said, "Lord Ge has been very kind to me, but now he is gone, which makes me feel as if a knife is cutting my heart!"

The peddler sighed and said, "Your loyalty is rare. If I had known earlier, I would have let you see him again.
But it’s not too late now. This toad doesn’t walk fast. If you set off immediately, you can still catch up with him on the road to the underworld.”

He Caiyuan wiped his tears, shook his head and said: "The man has passed away, and I have nothing to worry about anymore. From now on, I am willing to follow you, saddle you at your side, and let you command me."

The peddler laughed out loud, slowly emerged from the night, and pushed his truck close to He Caiyuan.

With his status and strength, plus his career that has taken him all over the country, what kind of people has he not seen?
But people like He Caiyuan can always give the peddler some surprises.

"Tell me first, how did this toad come to Pro Province? Who sent him here? I want to see who broke the rules."

He Caiyuan said: "I don't know the details yet."

The peddler looked at He Caiyuan and said, "You don't know anything, why should I keep you here?"

He Caiyuan quickly changed his words: "I have heard some rumors. Someone once said that Ge Junma accidentally entered the Moxiang store and was trapped by the local god and couldn't get out."

"Inadvertently?" The peddler laughed, "I accidentally left Neizhou and stumbled into the Moxiang store. Is that what you mean?"

He Caiyuan was not stupid. He knew that this was unbelievable, so he quickly explained, "This is just a rumor. Master, please give me three days. I will definitely be able to find out the truth."

The peddler got goose bumps.

After just a few words, He Caiyuan had already taken the initiative to call him master, and even referred to himself as an old slave.

"Do you really want to follow me?" The peddler half-sat on his truck, fiddling with a rattle.

He Caiyuan lifted up his robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the peddler: "I am willing to entrust my life to my master!"

The peddler nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take your life."

Chu Shaoqiang who was standing next to him saw it very clearly and he knew that the peddler would not be able to let He Caiyuan go.

But he didn't expect that He Caiyuan suddenly lifted up the robe that fell on the ground.

Underneath his robe, there were two large words written in blood.

The word "net" and the word "kill" quickly flew towards the peddler.

These two words were secretly written by He Caiyuan when he begged for mercy from the peddler.
The word "kill" is for fighting with the peddler, which is very easy to understand. But Chu Shaoqiang couldn't figure out what the word "net" is used for?
Trying to trap the peddler with a net may seem childish, but the character "网" (net) is not just a net. It is made up of hundreds of tiny "网" characters nested stroke by stroke and layer by layer.

Being able to write the word "net" right under the peddler's nose shows He Caiyuan's means. According to He Caiyuan's inference, the peddler must first break up the word "kill" and then attack the word "net". By then, hundreds of nets will be spread out at the same time, which can buy He Caiyuan some time. With this little time, he will have a chance to escape from the peddler.
Watching the two words flying towards him, the peddler was still sitting on the truck, shaking the rattle left and right, and easily caught the two words.

Hundreds of nets were spread out at the same time, but they didn't entangle the peddler, but they entangled the rattle.

The peddler laughed and He Caiyuan cried.

He knew that the peddler was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

The peddler pushed aside all the layers of silk screen with his hands, revealing He Caiyuan's bloodstains on the drum surface.

"Is this your blood?"

He Caiyuan got up and ran.

The peddler held the drumhead in his left hand and the drum handle in his right hand, and twisted his hands gently. He Caiyuan fell to the ground in a twisted shape, motionless.

Sweat kept dripping down Chu Shaoqiang's cheeks. The peddler looked at Chu Shaoqiang and said, "It's your turn."

Chu Shaoqiang trembled and said, "I don't know why Ge Junma came to Moxiang Store. I received news from Neizhou that he was trapped here. As long as you rescue him, I will not pursue the matter of Qiu Luoye anymore."

"Is this really all you know?"

Chu Shaoqiang nodded repeatedly: "I don't have the guts to lie to you, I'm telling the truth. If you can let me live, I'll be grateful. If you must kill me, please give me a quick death."

The peddler walked up to Chu Shaoqiang, took a piece of linen, shook it off, and wiped Chu Shaoqiang's sweat: "Look how scared you are. This sweat can't be wiped clean. I'll give you a piece of soap, you can use it to wash."

As the peddler stretched out his hand, a piece of soap flew over from the truck. The peddler took it in his hand and smelled it: "It smells like roses, try it."

After saying that, the peddler stuffed the pancreas into Chu Shaoqiang's mouth.

Chu Shaoqiang had no chance to resist, and the pancreas went straight into his throat.

The strong rose scent, accompanied by foam, went up along the esophagus. Chu Shaoqiang didn't dare to struggle, nor did he dare to spit out the foam. He just stood there obediently.

After eating this piece of pancreas, Chu Shaoqiang knew that his life was saved.

But he also knew that unless the peddler agreed, the pancreas would never come out again. He would have to do a lot of things in the future, and what they would be depended on the peddler's instructions.

"Go, wash your face." The peddler waved his hand and Chu Shaoqiang ran away.

The peddler walked into the forest and saw Li Banfeng bandaging his wound with tape.

"This Western stuff doesn't work. It can only stop the bleeding. I have some vanishing cream. I'll apply it on your wound. It will heal faster and won't leave scars."

Li Banfeng snorted coldly: "When did you come? Did you come a long time ago, just to watch me get beaten here?"

The peddler said seriously: "How can that be possible? I just got here!"

"How hard?" "How many drums did you hear?"

Li Banfeng recalled: "Bang, bang, bang, four sounds."

"No," the peddler shook his head. "It was 'dang! ' Five bangs. I hit it once first, knocking the toad over. Then I came out immediately to save you."

"It just fell over with a bang?" Li Banfeng didn't believe it. "Besides, I was guarding the door the whole time. How did you get in?"

"You mean the lake? There is more than one entrance there. We still don't know which entrance Ge Junma came in from. It's hard to believe that the scholar had to endure it for so long."

That scholar?
"Are you talking about the local god of the Moxiang store?" Li Banfeng was about to ask this question, "Why did the local god here become like that? He doesn't distinguish between friend and foe and just beats anyone he sees?"

"You can't ask me that," the peddler said with a wry smile, "I sold a pen, and it ended up being used like this. I feel bad seeing it."

"You're selling pens?" Li Banfeng picked up his Judge's Pen and said, "This was given to me by someone else, not sold to me by you."

The peddler shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your judge's pen."

"You sold me a judge's pen?" This was a confusing question. Li Banfeng frowned and asked, "Can you explain it more clearly?"

"You don't understand?" The peddler said with a smile, "Ask your judge's pen. Three sentences can guess the meaning, and five sentences can guess the heart. See if he can guess it."

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Isn't this a description of Murong Gui? How did it become a judge's pen?

The judge's pen responded to the peddler: "Guess what."

"Vulgar!" the peddler heard. "After staying with this vulgar man for a long time, even a wise scholar will learn to be a bad person."

Li Banfeng picked up the judge's pen and said, "Is he the scholar of Huiye?"

The peddler nodded and said, "Yes, he is the most talented person in the Moxiang Store. He is born with a connection with words.
Murong Gui was originally a poor scholar. When he was young, he saved up a fortune with his knowledge.
When he was still cultivating his skills, he already had great prestige in the Moxiang store and founded a large gang called the Moke Gang.
At that time, the local god of the Moxiang Shop was called Badou Mo Ke. His name was used for the gang. Badou Mo Ke was not angry at all. Instead, he admired Murong Gui and accepted him as his disciple.
Badou Mo Ke used special means to let Murong Gui skip Neizhou and go to Yunshang, and handed over the territory of Moxiangdian to Huiye Wenren. Badou Mo Ke disappeared.
From then on, Murong Gui became the local god of the Moxiang store."

Li Banfeng looked at the judge's pen and said, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

The judge thought for a long time and said, "Too long."

Li Banfeng asked the peddler: "Why did Murong Gui become a judge's pen?"

The peddler sighed, "There are so many things here that it would take too long to explain them in detail. Everyone thinks Murong Gui is good at guessing people's minds. If he guesses right, it's natural. If he guesses wrong, it's a heinous crime.

No matter how clever the means are, who can guess so accurately every time? Even if they guessed correctly, who can deal with it so appropriately every time?

If he is the head of a family, he will be blamed for any problems in the family. If he is the head of a gang, he will be blamed for any problems in the gang. If he is the head of a land, he will be blamed for any problems in the land.

The Moxiang Shop is full of literati. You know how literati talk. They are very roundabout and hard to guess. They will criticize and scold you over the slightest thing.

In addition, the Moxiang Store is a special place. Those who can't read need to learn to read, those who can read continue to learn, and those who are knowledgeable need to learn twice as much. Just maintaining the rules of the place is exhausting, and Murong Gui can't bear it anymore because he has to guess people's hearts. "

At this point, the judge's pen shouted, "The old thief has run away!"

Which old thief?

The peddler said, "He was talking about the Ink Master. He was particularly happy the day he left the Ink Shop.

After being a local god for several years, Murong Gui has changed, completely changed."

Li Banfeng asked: "What has it become?"

The peddler picked up the judge's pen and wrote the word "慧" under the willow tree, and the residence of the local god appeared.

He took Li Banfeng across the frozen lake and into an attic in the bamboo forest.

The "local god" of the Moxiang Shop is in the attic at this moment. The toad in the lake has been killed by the peddler, and he does not need to exert any force on the surface of the lake, but he is still writing furiously at the desk. What he writes is not "kill" and "war", but the three rules of the Moxiang Shop.

"The blind should feel ashamed," "The literati should strive hard," and "People in the world should learn to write."

The peddler pointed to the wall and said, "This is the writing Murong Gui left behind."

Li Banfeng looked up and saw the four big characters written in heavy strokes with powerful momentum, which read: I don't guess!

The peddler raised his eyebrows: "He stopped guessing and didn't care about anything. There is a saying in other states, 'let it go', do you know?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I understand this."

The peddler continued, "Because he was in a mess, a lot of trouble happened in the ink and perfume shop. I sold him a pen. This pen has spirits and can help him maintain order in the land.
I wanted the brush to help him share some of the work, but who knew that Murong Gui, this shameless guy, secretly joined the Lan Xiu Dao Sect and used the Lan Xiu Dao Sect's methods to give the brush his cultivation.
He turned himself into a pen, and the pen into a local god. He disguised himself as a magic weapon, wandered among the people, and escaped.

It's a pity that my good pen has been guarding this place diligently for so many years. The spirit is still there, but the wisdom has been worn away and there is little left.
Now he doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, he beats anyone he sees. Fortunately, he still knew me and didn't attack me."

As he spoke, the peddler patted the "local god" with heartache.

The "local god" raised his head, stared at the peddler for a long time, then opened his mouth and bit the peddler's hand.

"Let go, let go quickly!" The peddler kicked and struggled to pull his hand out.

The bite was so severe that the peddler shivered in pain.

Li Banfeng looked at the Judge's Pen and asked, "How did you transfer your cultivation to a pen?"

"Hmph!" The Judge's Pen responded, turned over and fell asleep.

PS: Order in the Moxiang shop is very important.

(End of this chapter)