Lord of Puro

Chapter 455 Where is the Demonic Land?

It was freezing cold, but the peddler, still wearing only a blue cloth waistcoat, chiseled a hole in the ice and crawled in.

More than two minutes later, the peddler came out of the ice hole, wiped his face with a towel, and said to the "Local God": "The entrance to the lake bottom is blocked, all other entrances are blocked, leaving only the entrance of Liu Xiahui."

Liu Xia Hui, write the word "Hui" under Liu Xia.

Li Banfeng was very surprised: "Who came up with such a creative entrance?"

The peddler said, "Murong Gui thought of it. He left this entrance after he became the local god. He said the method of opening the door couldn't be too complicated, for fear that he wouldn't be able to remember it, nor too simple, for fear that others would guess it. So he changed Liuxiahui to a different character, which would be easier for him to remember but harder for others to guess."

Li Banfeng looked at the judge's pen and exclaimed: "Agui, you are so talented!"

The judge's pen fell asleep and did not respond.

The peddler sneered: "He has the talent of a bird, but he is too lazy to think too much.
I also asked him, this is how you open your own door, why are you telling me?
He said this was to prevent bad guys from getting in, and if he got into an accident, I would be able to take care of him.
I really believed him and memorized the method to open the door, but afterwards I thought, wouldn't I have become a supporting role in his family?
This guy is too lazy and wants me to look after his house. Actually, I should have guessed at that time that he had entered the lazy cultivation realm. "

The peddler took two large pieces of ink and gave them to the "local god".

The "local god" smelled the rich fragrance of ink and held the ink in his arms for a long time. He regained a lot of energy, his originally dull face showed some spirit, and he wrote much faster.

After giving me two pieces of ink, I feel satisfied, calm, and full of fighting spirit. This pen is too easy to fool.

Li Banfeng asked the peddler, "You only give me ink but no paper. What if the paper runs out?"

The peddler picked up a written scroll and asked, "Is this what you are talking about?"

Li Banfeng nodded.

The peddler explained: "This scroll is not something I can give you. It was produced in the Moxiang shop."

After saying that, the peddler unfolded the scroll, on which were densely written the three rules of the Moxiang Shop. But Li Banfeng suddenly discovered that the words at the beginning of the scroll were disappearing one by one.

"What's the logic behind this?" Li Banfeng looked at the peddler.

The peddler sighed and said, "Because too many people don't want to read, the newly written order will soon be wiped out."

Li Banfeng could understand the reason: "It is very difficult to encourage people to study."

"So it's very difficult to be the local god of the ink and perfume shop." The peddler kept staring at the scroll in his hand until the words on it completely disappeared and turned into a roll of white paper. He handed the scroll to the "local god."

The "local god" took the scroll, dipped it in ink, and continued writing the rules.

"What a diligent pen!" The peddler exclaimed, and turned to look at Li Banfeng, "Your cultivation is almost reaching the clouds, right?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I have only been in the Dao sect for a few days, and I am still far from being as good as Yunshang."

"Since you are still far from being good enough, why do you still become a local god?"

"I didn't!" Li Banfeng denied it directly.

The peddler snorted coldly: "I saw it all. Murong Gui was hanging you around everywhere, and you even dealt with the pioneers in the new land."

Li Banfeng still shook his head: "I have a mental illness. I just wanted to fly at that time. You don't understand my thoughts."

The peddler frowned and said, "You don't have to hide it from me. You want to be the local god, but you don't want to go to Neizhou. This is a good thing. It's a good thing that only a person with seeds can do.
But you only have half of the deed for your new land, and the other half is still in Neizhou. If you are not careful, Neizhou may take advantage of you.

The Moxiang Store is very different. The contract here is complete, and it is a great opportunity for you."

Li Banfeng looked at the "local god" who was writing furiously, shook his head and said, "I don't think this place is suitable for me. I'm not a literary cultivator."

"It doesn't matter if you're not a scholar! What's important is not the Taoism, but the state of mind. As long as you have a heart to learn literature, there is no difficulty that you cannot overcome!" The peddler straightened his back, and his image suddenly became much taller.

Li Banfeng seemed to see a heavy word "bing" on the peddler's face.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't fit in here."

The peddler looked at Li Banfeng sincerely: "I asked you to come here to see the local god, not to save my pen, but I really want to do this for your own good!"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I believe you mean well, but it's not appropriate for me, a travel practitioner, to write here every day."

The peddler frowned and said, "Forget it if you don't want to come. You don't know what's good for you. What kind of place is Moxiang Store? There are so many people who want to come, but they can't get in!"

Li Banfeng was just about to ask this question: "Is Moxiangdian a very important place?"

The peddler was stunned: "You don't know this? Then why are you working so hard here?"

Li Banfeng replied: "Why should the Pro Province be handed over to Nei Province?"

The peddler laughed and said, "That's right! Is there any other reason?"

Li Banfeng added: "I smell the scent of ink here. This scent of ink is so rare in Pro Province."

The peddler smiled and said, "You mean the smell of ink?"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "It's not the ink, it's the land, the people, the books, the customs, the words and deeds, the strokes, the teahouses and poetry societies, the restaurants and inns..."

He talked about whatever was on his mind and told the peddler everything he had seen in the past few days.

The peddler listened to every word and asked, "What do you think of the people in the Moxiang store?"

Li Banfeng recalled the people he met at the Moxiang store: "They were pretentious, arrogant, stubborn, and pedantic. They were annoying, but also very likable."

The peddler smiled and said, “Yeah, it’s pretty likable, isn’t it?
You are right, the ink fragrance shop has the scent of ink, and this scent of ink is indeed very precious.

Almost all the people from other states can read, and so can people from the inner states.

The situation in Pro Province is not even close. Barely half of the people in Black Shipo can read, and less than 30% of the people in Green Water City can read. If you randomly pick a hundred people from other places, you may not find one person who can read. "

Why are there so many literate people in Heishipo?

More than Green Water City?

Li Banfeng did not interrupt the peddler, and continued to listen to him: "Only in the Moxiang store, everyone can read. Knowing one more word can help people see a mile further away.
A person who can recognize 100 characters can see clearly what is happening around him; a person who can recognize 1,000 characters can see what is happening outside; a person who can recognize 10,000 characters can see the past and present, inside and outside together.

Those who stayed in the Moxiang store knew how to look and think. No matter whether what they thought was right or not, they thought about it anyway.
No matter what method people use, no matter how hypocritical they are, they can tell others what they think. "

Li Banfeng asked: "But can others understand it?"

The peddler shook his head and said, "Ninety percent of the people don't understand, but at least there are still ten people who are thinking along with me.
If the Moxiang store is lost, no one in Pro Province will want to think about it, and they can only wait to be eaten up by the outside and inner states in the future. "

Li Banfeng nodded: "So this place, Moxiang Store, cannot be lost no matter what."

The peddler nodded vigorously: "So we need a responsible, courageous, and brave man to be the local god of the Moxiang store!"

After saying this, the peddler looked at Li Banfeng sincerely.

Li Banfeng responded politely: "Humph."...

The two of them left the local god's residence. On the way, Li Banfeng asked a question: "According to previous calculations, you should have been in Haichiling and Kudaikan during this period. I sent someone to look for you, but why couldn't they find you?"

When talking about this, the peddler's face darkened: "I was just about to ask you, is your madness contagious?"

Li Banfeng puffed out his chest and said, "I'm not crazy. The doctor has checked it."

The peddler said angrily, "Then why are your men so mad? Why did they let the radio station find me?"

The peddler that Luo Zhengnan found through the radio?

Li Banfeng really didn't know about this.

"Were you listening to the radio?"

The peddler shook his head and said, "I didn't hear it at the time, but one of my lovers heard it and found me."

Li Banfeng asked cautiously: "Where did you find it?"

The peddler said sullenly, "In another lover's home."

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One lover went to the home of another lover. What did the peddler experience at that time?
Li Banfeng took a deep breath.

Fortunately, it is such a blessing.

Fortunately, Suishenju was relatively calm and did not chase the peddler. If he had caught him in bed, it would have been a big deal.

"Brother Lang, I was reckless in this matter!" Li Banfeng quickly apologized to the peddler.

When they got outside the woods, the peddler handed Ge Junma and He Caiyuan over to Li Banfeng.

"These two are still alive, but they can't move. You can take them back and eat them."

Li Banfeng smiled and said politely, "Brother Lang, you are joking. The toad is okay, but the old man is a human being. How can I eat this?"

The peddler also laughed: "If you can't eat it, isn't it okay if someone at home can eat it?"

Li Banfeng glanced at the peddler, who seemed to know everything.

The peddler packed up his truck and prepared to leave.

Li Banfeng quickly asked, "Brother Lang, do you know this person called Bian Buxiao?"

The peddler put down the cart and suddenly turned back to look at Li Banfeng with an extremely gloomy expression: "When have you seen him?"

"It's been a while. That day I dreamed of rowing on the sea. There was some misunderstanding in my house, and it sent me to the oil lake with a small face."

The peddler asked, "Did the house send you there? Did you get on the railroad tracks?"

Li Banfeng nodded.

The peddler asked again, "What did the face say to you?"

"He said he suffered a lot in that place, and he wants you to save him."

"Oil Lake," the peddler frowned, "I know the place you are talking about. That's his face, but even if I go there, I can't save him."

Li Banfeng didn't say anything. He didn't know how to deal with matters of this level.

The peddler was silent for a long time and then said, "I have always wanted to save him, but I have never been able to think of a good way. I will tell you when I think of one. I may need your help in this matter."

Li Banfeng was stunned. Ask me for help with this matter?

He knew his own strengths and weaknesses, and with his current abilities, it would be difficult for him to help the peddler.

He probably wants to ask Suishenju for help.

But since Suishenju is so useful, why would he give it to me?
Li Banfeng had always wanted to ask about this, and today was the right time: "Brother Lang, why did you give me that house? There must be many people in the world who want that house."

The peddler was startled: "Didn't I tell you this a long time ago? Because you suffered a loss when you entered the Taoist sect, I have to compensate you."

"Is it really because I was hit? With your skills, you can definitely make me avoid your cabinet."

The peddler said with a serious expression: "That's not necessarily true. We are always afraid of accidents. There are always things that we cannot prepare for."

It seems the peddler doesn't want to say.

Li Banfeng never asks about things others don't want to talk about.

The peddler pushed the truck and said to Li Banfeng, "Do you have anything else to ask? If not, I will leave now.

I'm in a good mood today, so I told you so many things. It's hard to say what will happen next time we meet."

Li Banfeng had a lot of questions to ask, but he could see that the peddler had limited patience.

After thinking it over, Li Banfeng asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "Brother Lang, where is the Demonic Land?"

The peddler was silent.

This may seem like something that shouldn't be asked, but it is very important to Li Banfeng.

Both Niangzi and Hongying had fought against the demons and the peddler.

So what is the relationship between the peddler and the demon?
According to Li Banfeng's understanding, the Demonic Land should be Neizhou, and they are the invaders.

But which forces do the peddler and the train driver belong to?
Judging from their attitude towards Neizhou, it is impossible for the two of them to be in the same camp as Neizhou. There may be some misunderstanding in Li Banfeng's understanding of Demonic Land.

Is the peddler willing to talk about this?

The peddler sat on the truck, thinking for a long time, as if he had thought of something: "When you mentioned the devil's land, I was really stumped. How many years ago is this old calendar?

Now that place is no longer called Demonic Land."

Li Banfeng was stunned: "What is that called?"

"It's called Prozhou."

Bang!

The peddler pushed the cart, shook the rattle, and disappeared into the night.

PS: The Demonic Land is the Prostate? Is Sala mentally ill?

(End of this chapter)