Lord of Puro

Chapter 566 Iron Bamboo (This chapter is nuclear energy, non-combatants please evacuate)

Sun Tiecheng pointed at the bloody ball of thread and said to Fan Zhongfu, "The person in this ball is you. You used your perfect skills to hide yourself in this dress."

Fan Zhongfu looked at the dumpling in his hand in astonishment and shook his head, "This can't be me."

The reason is simple. How can he possibly include himself in the techniques he uses?
Sun Tiecheng said: "It must be you, who else could it be?"

Fan Zhongfu looked at the ball of thread in his hand and seemed to sober up a little: "No, I just took you in."

Sun Tiecheng laughed when he heard this: "Aren't you talking nonsense? I'm right in front of you, when did you take me in?"

Fan Zhongfu touched the ball of thread in his hand. Blood was still oozing out and the flesh inside seemed to be still beating.

He was scared. The more scared he was, the faster his heart beat. The faster his heart beat, the faster the flesh in his hands beat.

"Well, even if it's not you, it may not be me either." Fan Zhongfu spoke without confidence. The only explanation now was that he had used his skills just now and failed to capture the middle-aged man in front of him, but instead captured a person of unknown origin.

Sun Tiecheng sighed and said, "Why are you so stupid? Take a closer look first. I look so good in front of you. This is definitely not me."

As he spoke, Sun Tiecheng pointed at Qiu Zhiheng again and said, "This guy is as thin as a monkey, but he is standing properly. It's definitely not him."

Qiu Zhiheng didn’t know what to say, nor did he know what the situation was. To Qiu Zhiheng, Fan Zhongfu was invincible.

However, in front of this middle-aged man, Fan Zhongfu became an entity that could be manipulated at will.

It's not a metaphor, it's a real grasp.

Sun Tiecheng said to Fan Zhongfu, "There are only three of us here. It's not me, it's not him, who else could it be? You're the only one left, right?"

Fan Zhongfu was speechless.

In his entire life, he had never seen a truly foolish cultivator, nor had he seen the art of confusing cause and effect. He didn't know what methods the middle-aged man in front of him had used.

Sun Tiecheng said: "If you don't believe me, try pinching the ball of thread in your hand to see if it hurts."

Fan Zhongfu's hands were shaking and he didn't dare to pinch.

Sun Tiecheng waved his hand, and like a magic trick, he put the ball of thread into his hand: "You don't want to pinch it, I'll help you, and see if it hurts."

He took it, he squeezed it.

Sun Tiecheng held the ball of thread in his hand and squeezed it gently. Fan Zhongfu's bones cracked and he fell to the ground with a thud.

It hurts, heartbreaking pain!

But after the pain, Fan Zhongfu was a little puzzled. Where did he get the bones?
He is a clothes cultivator, a clothes cultivator above the clouds. His flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs have long since turned into clothes.

This is a deception!
This is illusion!

It wasn't me in that ball of thread at all. He deceived me!

Fan Zhongfu gritted his teeth, stood up immediately, and swung his hands, throwing out thousands of needles and threads that surrounded Sun Tiecheng.

Clothes repair skills, needlework.

These needles and threads formed a special formation. People trapped in the formation could not move easily, otherwise they would be cut by the threads.

There seem to be many gaps and holes between the interwoven silk threads. Don't ever think about escaping from these gaps and holes. If you stick a hand out of a hole, your hand will be cut off. If you stick your head out, it will fall off.

There is no way to escape from the formation formed by the needle walking technique. The way to break the formation is to destroy the needles and threads.

But these needles and threads are extremely tough, and to destroy them, targeted techniques or weapons are needed.

Fan Zhongfu's tactics were very clear. If the needle and thread could trap the middle-aged man, he would kill him immediately and then deal with Qiu Zhiheng.

If the needle and thread cannot trap the middle-aged man, it can at least delay some time, and Fan Zhongfu still has a chance to escape.

Sun Tiecheng was trapped in the needle and thread formation. He looked at Fan Zhongfu and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He squeezed the silk thread bag in his hand again.

Fan Zhongfu vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground again. Under the severe pain, he could no longer maintain the formation and the needle and thread became a mess.

what happened?

Isn't this just a sleight of hand?

Why does the pain feel so real?

Sun Tiecheng kicked away the needle and thread under his feet, and walked up to Fan Zhongfu with a smile: "Just tell me, is this you?"

Fan Zhongfu nodded and said, "Senior, whatever you say is fine. As long as you let me live, I can say anything."

"Let you go?" Sun Tiecheng pinched the silk ball again, and Fan Zhongfu felt several of his bones broken and rolled his eyes in pain.

"Why should I let you go?" Sun Tiecheng squatted on the ground and looked at Fan Zhongfu. "You just lied to me and said you knew where the iron bamboo was. I am an honest man and I really believed you. I didn't expect you to do something bad to me. Don't you deserve to die?"

"Senior, I am from Xuehua Pu. If you want to kill me, you have to consider Xuehua Pu's face."

Sun Tiecheng smiled: "What face does Xuehua Pu have? To see the face, you have to look at the snow cream. Snow cream is a good thing to put on the face. Are you the snow cream?"

Fan Zhongfu still said the same thing: "Whatever the senior says is what it is. If you say it is vanishing cream, then I am vanishing cream!"

Sun Tiecheng stretched out his hand towards Fan Zhongfu and said, "Okay, squeeze some ointment for me to see."

"I, I can't squeeze it out."

"Let me help you squeeze it?" Sun Tiecheng pinched the ball of thread.

Fan Zhongfu cried out loudly: "I am blind and have no intention of offending you, senior. Please spare me and don't bother with me. I will do anything you ask me to do as long as you spare my life."

Sun Tiecheng nodded and said, "Tell me first, do you know where the iron bamboo is?"

"Senior, I really don't know." Fan Zhongfu did not lie, he really didn't know where the iron-reinforced bamboo was.

There are iron-reinforced bamboos on Kuwu Mountain, but this is just a legend. Fan Zhongfu has never seen iron-reinforced bamboos in his life, and there are very few people in the whole Puro State who have seen iron-reinforced bamboos.

"I don't know, so what's the point of keeping you?" Sun Tiecheng took the silk ball and pinched it back and forth several times.

Fan Zhongfu felt as if all his bones and internal organs were squeezed into a pulp.

He had tortured many people with his flawless technique, but until today, he had never truly known what it felt like to use this technique.

"Senior, please allow me to say something. I know where the iron bamboo is..."

Sun Tiecheng stroked the ball of thread and said, "If you know, just tell me."

This ball of thread became Fan Zhongfu's nightmare. Every time he looked at it for a second, he felt as if it was being cut into pieces.

"Senior, I really can't remember..."

Sun Tiecheng was about to make dumplings again, but Fan Zhongfu shouted hoarsely, "I'll take you there, Senior! I'll take you there right away! I haven't been to Kuwu Mountain for many years, so I've forgotten a little. I'll remember it once I pass through this forest. Senior, I really can remember it!"

Fan Zhongfu's tears were streaming down his face. Sun Tiecheng sighed and said, "You are quite pitiful. Okay, you lead the way. I will trust you for once."

The two men walked into the woods, and Qiu Zhiheng stood there, not knowing what to do.

Sun Tiecheng turned around and said, "I see there is a flower in your basket. Are you here to pick blood-skin apricots? There are apricots in this forest. Go quickly and pretend you have never seen us."

Qiu Zhiheng didn't dare to pick apricots, nor did he dare to go down the mountain. He stood there, wanting to wait until Sun Tiecheng was completely far away before leaving.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly heard Sun Tiecheng shouting in the distance: "Why are you running? Don't run. It's good that you follow me. If you run now, you will definitely regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Zhiheng saw Fan Zhongfu rushing down the mountain like a flying bird. After taking a few steps, with a puff, the whole person disappeared on the hillside.

The fog in Kuwu Mountain was very thick. Qiu Zhiheng didn't know why Fan Zhongfu disappeared. When he walked a little closer, Qiu Zhiheng smelled some strange smells and then heard Fan Zhongfu's struggle.

Puff, puff!
Fan Zhongfu swam hard in a pool of gold, but the gold was too thick and he had to face great resistance every time he took a step forward.

Why is there a golden pool on Kuwu Mountain?
This place is probably not suitable for farming. Who would build such a big project here?
After a hard struggle, Fan Zhongfu finally swam to the edge of the pool.

He grabbed the slippery pool wall and used the clothing repair technique - Feather Wings.

The clothes on his body gathered behind him and were disassembled into silk threads, which were then woven and intertwined to form a pair of huge wings.

The wings were soaked with golden juice and seemed a little heavy, but after flapping a few times, Fan Zhongfu finally flew up.

The Jintang Pool was very deep, and it was very strenuous for Fan Zhongfu to fly up one foot.

This was not only because his wings were very heavy, but also because his body was severely corroded by the gold juice.

Ever since he fell into the Golden Soup Pool, he has returned to his clothes-repairing state. There is no flesh and blood on his body, only layers of clothes. However, from the innermost layer to the outermost layer, every piece of clothing has been corroded and riddled with holes.

This is equivalent to a normal person having a thousand holes burned through his body. In this state, Fan Zhongfu can still fly, which shows how high his cultivation level is.

Flying up inch by inch, Fan Zhongfu finally reached the edge of the pool.

Old Xu stood by the pool and poured a spoonful of golden soup into it.

This is the gold cultivation technique, golden light shines everywhere.

Under the golden light, the pair of wings behind Fan Zhongfu turned into ashes, and the whole person fell into the pool again.

Sun Tiecheng sighed, stood by the pool, and said to Fan Zhongfu, "You are such a disobedient person, aren't you? I told you not to run away, but you refused to listen. Are you regretting this now?"

Seeing Mr. Xu coming, Qiu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Han asked, "Xiao Qiu, what are you doing on Kuwu Mountain?"

Qiu Zhiheng took out the flowers of the blood-skinned apricot from the basket and said to Xu Han, "I want to pick some blood-skinned apricots for Elder Yao to eat."

Xu Han smiled and said, "Silly boy, next time you tell me about this kind of thing, try not to come to places like this as much as possible, and get down the mountain quickly."

Qiu Zhiheng turned and walked down the hillside. Sun Tiecheng said, "Don't chase them away. They are here to pick apricots! Little brother, there are indeed apricots in the forest. Pick a few more and bring some for Old Xu. If Old Xu hadn't saved you today, you would have died."

Yes, it was all thanks to Mr. Xu that I saved my life.

Qiu Zhiheng looked back and was a little worried about Mr. Xu.

Xu Han waved the spoon, signaling him to leave quickly.

Seeing Qiu Zhiheng walking away, Sun Tiecheng sighed, "Old Xu, what are you doing? They really came here to pick apricots. Aren't you interrupting their business?"

Xu Han looked at Sun Tiecheng and said, "Don't worry about what others do. Tell me first, what are you doing here?"

Sun Tiecheng looked at the golden soup pool, smiled and said nothing.

Xu Han poured another spoonful of water on Fan Zhongfu's head. This technique is called "covering the top with golden juice". The golden juice flowed down from Fan Zhongfu's head at a constant speed until his whole body was covered with golden color. Now Fan Zhongfu could hear nothing and could see nothing except the golden light.

Seeing this, Sun Tiecheng spoke up: "I came to Kuwu Mountain to get some iron bamboo to make pills when I go back."

Xu Han frowned and asked, "Who told you that iron-reinforced bamboo is used for alchemy?"

Sun Tiecheng smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. Just tell me whether you will give it to me or not."

Xu Han shook his head: "Why should I give you such a precious herb?"

Sun Tiecheng raised his eyebrows: "Based on our past friendship."

Xu Han still shook his head: "I don't have much friendship with you."

"Regardless of friendship, let's talk about grudges."

"I have no grudge against you. I had no involvement in the destruction of Fool City."

Sun Tiecheng nodded: "You didn't get involved, which proves that you are my friend. When friends meet, they should drink and reminisce about the past. Why do you have to fight?"

Xu Han thought about it and felt that this made sense. He scooped a spoonful of water from the pool and brought it to Sun Tiecheng: "How about we have a drink?"

Sun Tiecheng nodded: "Okay, let's drink together!"

Xu Han took out a wine gourd from his waist and drank up all the wine in it: "I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"

He drank all the wine, leaving only the golden soup in the iron spoon.

Sun Tiecheng sighed, smiled bitterly and said, "You old man, why are you so stupid?"

Xu Han also sighed: "I am a farmer. Whenever I follow your ways, the farmers will always suffer."

Sun Tiecheng waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about this serious matter. I want iron-reinforced bamboo. Will you give it to me or not?"

Xu Han said, "You want it, but I don't want to give it to you. It's useless to keep talking like this. Let's just have a fight."

"I've told you, we're friends, so let's not resort to violence. Let's let him judge the matter and we'll do whatever he says!" Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Zhongfu in the pool.

Xu Han scooped Fan Zhongfu up with a spoon.

Fan Zhongfu wiped the gold juice off his face and looked at Sun Tiecheng and Xu Han.

Sun Tiecheng spoke first: "There is something going on between us, and I want you to judge it. I came all the way to Kuwu Mountain to pick some herbs, but this old man refused to give them to me. What do you think we should do about this?"

Xu Han took a spoon and stirred the golden juice in the pool: "Ordinary herbs can be given away, but some herbs are priceless and cannot be taken away by just a word from him."

Sun Tiecheng said: "One sentence is not enough, let's say a few more words, you name a price, and I will buy it."

Xu Han said: "I won't offer a price, I won't sell it to you, and I won't let you take it. What can you do?"

Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Zhongfu and said, "Listen, does what he said make sense?"

Xu Han also looked at Fan Zhongfu: "Tell me, what is reason?"

Fan Zhongfu licked his lips and looked at Xu Han first.

He knew that this was Patriarch Jin Xiu. Before coming here, someone in Xuehuapu had warned him to stay away from Xu Han, but he didn't expect that Xu Han didn't avoid him and met another ruthless man.

Sun Tiecheng became impatient and pinched the ball of thread in his hand: "I'm asking you a question, why don't you say it?" Xu Han was also a little angry, holding a spoon and shaking it in front of Fan Zhongfu: "Why are you hesitating? If you have made up your mind, just say it!"

How to say?
To side with Sun Tiecheng would be to offend Xu Han, and he would have to surrender Jin Chizi.

To speak in Xu Han's favor would be to offend Sun Tiecheng, and he would cut him into pieces.

Fan Zhongfu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two men: "Two elders, two grandfathers, please be magnanimous and spare my life."

Upon hearing this, both of them were unhappy.

Sun Tiecheng pinched the ball of thread and said, "I think you are sick. You can't even speak clearly. I need to loosen up your muscles and bones."

"Don't relax your muscles all the time. You need to take medicine to cure your illness." Xu Han handed the spoon to Fan Zhongfu, "Come on, young man, open your mouth."

I have to say it today.

Fan Zhongfu never thought that there would be a day when he would be able to judge the case for these two hermits.

After careful consideration, Fan Zhongfu spoke up. He looked at Sun Tiecheng and said, "I think what this elder brother said makes sense. We are all friends. They came from far away. We didn't steal or rob. We just picked some herbs. We should give them some convenience."

Sun Tiecheng smiled: "Old Xu, listen to what he said!"

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Fan Zhongfu was not speaking casually; he had really thought it over carefully.

If he offended Sun Tiecheng, he would be dead if the thread ball pinched him a few more times.

But if he offended Xu Han, he could save his life by soaking in the golden pool for a while longer.

If you can survive, you still have a chance to escape.

Xu Han sighed. Since they had made an agreement, given his and Sun Tiecheng's status, they couldn't go back on their word on such a matter.

"Old Sun, I really can't tell you where the iron bamboo grows."

Sun Tiecheng raised his hands and said, "If you don't keep your word, you are bullying an honest man."

Xu Han pointed at Fan Zhongfu and said, "Leave this man to me. I'll get you two bamboos. What do you think?"

"Okay!" Sun Tiecheng nodded, "I don't want bamboo leaves or bamboo poles, I just want bamboo shoots!"

He wants bamboo shoots!

Xu Han's expression became more serious.

Sun Tiecheng put his hands behind his back and said, "Why, you don't want to give it to me again? Below your nose is your mouth, and your spit is like a nail. Old Xu, I respect you very much, you must keep your word!"

"Okay, I'll keep my word. You wait here and I'll go get the bamboo shoots."

Not long after, Xu Han came back with two bamboo shoots in his hand. "Ten iron bars, check the goods yourself. If you feel that they are not right in the future, I will not return or exchange them."

Sun Tiecheng looked at the bamboo and nodded, saying, "The things you brought must be real."

After saying that, Sun Tiecheng clasped his fists and left with the bamboo shoots.

Xu Han looked at Fan Zhongfu and said with a smile, "Now it's just the two of us left."

Fan Zhongfu knelt down and kowtowed, shouting, "Senior, spare my life! I never thought of offending you. I came here to find Qiu Zhiheng. I stayed in Yaowanggou for a long time and didn't dare to look for him because I was afraid of offending you.
I followed Qiu Zhiheng after I learned that he had gone up to Kuwu Mountain. You saw it just now. Qiu Zhiheng was very well behaved. I didn't beat him or kill him. I just threatened him. Senior, you can't take my life for this!"

"Get up first. I don't want to kill you. I'll ask you three questions. If you answer me truthfully, I'll let you go."

Fan Zhongfu nodded and said, "Please speak, senior."

"First of all, why did you bother Xiao Qiu?"

Fan Zhongfu answered truthfully: "I am from Xuehuapu. My superiors asked me to find Qiu Zhiheng and use him to lure Li Qi out. Then, use Li Qi to investigate the whereabouts of Xuansheng Honglian."

Hearing this, Xu Han asked a second question: "It is said that Xuehua Pu serves peddlers. Have you ever seen peddlers in Xuehua Pu?"

Fan Zhongfu said, "I have never seen a peddler in Puzi."

"Third, have you ever seen a peddler outside Xuehuapu?"

Fan Zhongfu lowered his head and said, "I have definitely seen it. When I entered Taoism, I bought the powder from a peddler."

Xu Han shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about something that far away. I'm asking if you have ever met a peddler since you joined Xuehuapu?"

"It happened to me. I bought some things from him before, so I didn't dare to be impolite to him. But I couldn't talk to him too much, especially about the things in Puzili. I absolutely couldn't mention them.
There are rules in Xuehuapu. Unless you have a mission, you cannot talk about things in Puzi or recognize people in Puzi once you leave Puzi. Even in front of the peddler, you must act like an ordinary person and not let others see that you are special. "

After asking the three questions, Xu Han thought for a long time.

He put away the spoon and said to Fan Zhongfu, "I can let you go now, but you have to be my insider when you return to Xuehuapu. You have to write me a letter every day to inform me of the situation in Xuehuapu."

Fan Zhongfu nodded repeatedly.

One letter a day, can he do it?

He couldn't do it, and he wouldn't even be an insider for Xu Han.

He just wanted to get out of this as soon as possible, so he agreed to whatever Xu Han said.

Xu Han took out two gold bars, real gold bars, and handed them to Fan Zhongfu: "Use these to write letters in the future. If you have paper, write on paper. If you don't have paper, write on the wall. If you don't have a wall, write on the ground. As long as you can write the words, I can receive them. Remember?"

Fan Zhongfu accepted the gold nugget and nodded, saying, "I'll remember that."

"Remember this and go down the mountain. With your cultivation level, you can leave Kuwu Mountain within an hour. When the time comes, find a place to stay first, and then write me the first letter. Remember?"

"remember!"

"I remind you again that you must write to me within an hour. Do you remember?"

"Remember!" Fan Zhongfu ran down the mountain holding the gold nugget.

Leave Kuwu Mountain in an hour?
He underestimated me too much!
Fan Zhongfu once again used the skill of growing wings from feather clothes, and two wings grew out from behind him. He took out needle and thread, and while flying, he sewed up the wounds on his body.

He flew very slowly at first. After five minutes, the golden juice on his wings dried up and he had sewn some of the wounds on his body himself. In less than ten minutes, Fan Zhongfu flew out of the territory of Kuwu Mountain.

After coming down the mountain, he did not go to the town or find a place to live. He went directly to Xindi, just wanting to leave Yaowanggou as soon as possible.

After flying for more than three hours, Fan Zhongfu found that the scenery below was a little familiar. After the village was the wilderness, and after the wilderness was the village, it went on and on, but he never saw any new land.

be lost?
Fan Zhongfu firmly believed that he could not have gotten lost, and he realized that he must have fallen into Xu Han's trap.

Careless.

I should write him a letter. If I don’t write this first letter, I will definitely not be able to leave Yaowanggou.

Fan Zhongfu fell to the ground and found a stone in the woods. He was about to write a letter when he suddenly saw Xu Han standing in front of him.

"Senior..." Fan Zhongfu shuddered, "I was just about to write you a letter, but I haven't found a suitable place. I'll write to you right away. I'm almost getting my gold bars out."

Xu Han sighed: "Why do you want to break your promise to you?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene changed.

The surrounding woods disappeared, replaced by a thick fog.

He is still on Kuwu Mountain.

Fan Zhongfu shouted, "Senior, I was wrong. I really wanted to write you a letter, but I just forgot the time!"

Xu Han shook his head and said, "You are sick, you need treatment!"

"Senior, sir..."

Xu Han pinched Fan Zhongfu's mouth, picked up a spoon, and served him the golden medicine soup: "Here, take the medicine."

The warm medicinal soup slid down the esophagus and into the stomach.

Fan Zhongfu held back his tears and his body trembled constantly.

……

"Sun walked out of the city and sighed to himself, thinking back to the past, how miserable it was. I am like a bird in a cage that can't spread its wings, I am like a tiger away from the mountains and lonely; I am like a south-migrating goose that has lost its flock and is scattered, I am like a shallow-water dragon trapped on the beach..."

Sun Tiecheng adapted a version of "Silang Visits His Mother" by himself, and sang as he walked back to the Fool's City, where he proudly walked into his own yard.

Gui Jianchou was still squatting at the door, not moving.

Sun Tiecheng frowned and said, "You're really squatting here. Hurry up and get up. Don't block the way here!"

Gui Jianchou stood up straight and said with a smile: "City Lord Sun, is it done?"

Sun Tiecheng snorted coldly: "Do you even need to ask? Today I'll let you see what bamboo shoots from the iron-reinforced bamboo are!"

Gui Jianchou really wanted to see it. He had never seen a bamboo shoot of iron-reinforced bamboo before. "I heard that iron-reinforced bamboo has ten iron bars. I wonder if you can see them on the bamboo shoots."

"Of course I can! Why not?" Sun Tiecheng was very proud. "I was afraid that Old Xu would lie to me, so I counted them one by one in front of him. There were exactly ten of them, not one less!"

As he spoke, Sun Tiecheng took out the bamboo shoots, and Guijianchou counted them carefully beside him.

On the emerald green bamboo shoot shell, there are iron bars with a metallic luster. Each iron bar extends from the tip of the bamboo shoot to the root of the bamboo shoot, and there are a total of ten of them.

Gui Jianchou exclaimed: "It's really not a shortage of one."

Sun Tiecheng frowned: "No, there is one missing."

Gui Jianchou shook his head and said, "I counted them. There are ten iron bars, and there is indeed not one missing."

Sun Tiecheng shook his head and said, "It's not the steel bars, it's a missing bamboo shoot!"

Xu Han gave Sun Tiecheng two bamboo shoots, and Sun Tiecheng brought back one.

"Where is the other bamboo shoot?" Sun Tiecheng looked at Gui Jianchou.

Gui Jianchou shook his head and said, "I definitely don't know that."

Gui Jianchou was very nervous, but Sun Tiecheng was not angry at all. He looked at Gui Jianchou seriously and said, "I asked you to tell me who stole this thing."

Gui Jianchou thought for a moment and said, "The only one who can steal something from you is probably Daoxiu and his ancestor."

Sun Tiecheng thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about Xiao Qianshou? He should be the only one left, but I remember that he was beaten to death by the peddler."

Gui Jianchou thought for a moment and said, "I think it's no problem for the peddler to beat him up, but whether he can beat him to death is another matter."

……

In Lushui City, Yuanzhufang, deep in the alley, there is a small courtyard.

There are two tiled houses in the yard. An old man is sitting in the main house, drinking tea.

The old man had a very distinctive appearance, with a thin body and a bent back. When he sat on the chair, his feet just touched the ground. When he stood on the ground, he was barely higher than the table.

Looking at his appearance again, he had high red cheekbones, a pointed black chin, two thin eyebrows, a pair of thin eyes, and two sharp and thin front teeth that occasionally appeared from his thin lips.

The old man took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and shouted to the empty yard: "Come in!"

He Jiaqing appeared next to the old poplar tree in the yard, walked into the main room, and bowed to the old man in a proper manner.

The old man laughed and said, "You bastard, I asked you to come, and you actually came!"

He Jiaqing said: "How dare I not come if the ancestor has given the order?"

"How's the ring going?"

"There's just a little decoration left, and it'll be finished soon."

"Bring it to me and see."

He Jiaqing quickly placed the ring on the table.

The old man took a look and nodded, saying, "To be honest, I don't think highly of your other craftsmanship, but this ring is pretty decent. Don't decorate it, just leave it to me, and we'll be even."

"Ancestor is so magnanimous!" He Jiaqing bowed again.

The old man accepted the ring, but He Jiaqing didn't see clearly how he accepted it.

He was holding the teacup in one hand and the lid in the other, fiddling with the tea when the ring on the table suddenly disappeared.

"Xiao Qingzi, I called you here today to show you something good." The old man did not move his hands, and a bamboo shoot appeared on the table. "Do you recognize this thing?"

He Jiaqing looked it up and down, nodded and said, "I've seen this thing in a photo. It's iron-reinforced bamboo. It can cure internal injuries and is considered a rare medicinal material."

"Is it considered rare? You are so arrogant!" The old man grinned, "Xiao Qingzi, do you know who I offended for this bamboo shoot?"

He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "I really don't dare to guess."

The old man asked again: "Do you know what this iron-reinforced bamboo is used for?"

He Jiaqing thought about it, shook his head and said, "Besides treating internal injuries, what else can it be used for?"

The old man said, "It can also be used to refine medicinal powder. Iron-reinforced bamboo shoots are the main ingredients for the peddler to refine the entry-level medicinal powder!"

"Refine the introductory medicinal powder?" He Jiaqing was shocked. "Aren't introductory medicinal powders all refined from the corpses of cultivators?"

The old man laughed when he heard this: "Refining medicine powder from corpses, what kind of skill is that? Even Hua Manchun, that birdman, can do it.
The corpses are passed down from generation to generation, and some are lost in every generation. If we rely on this method, won’t the number of cultivators in Pro Province decrease?"

He Jiaqing's eyes widened as he looked at the bamboo in his hand: "Can a peddler use herbs to make entry-level medicinal powder?"

"What do you think?" The old man took a sip of tea, "This is the capital of the Lord of Pro."

PS: But the question is, how can we make medicine with this bamboo shoot?
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