Lord of Puro

Chapter 583: Husband, does it look good? (Nuclear energy in this chapter)

"Did you mint this coin yourself?" Li Banfeng picked up a dollar and looked at it carefully for a long time. From the style to the pattern, it was no different from the dollars he was familiar with.

The peddler put the silver dollars in the container and said, "Since the day when Prosperity was founded, all the silver dollars have been minted by me. I push my cart around, not only to do business, but also to know how much silver dollars are needed in various parts of Prosperity."

Li Banfeng was even more confused: "Since you minted this money yourself, why did Xuehuapu dare to use your name and claim that they can mint money?"

The peddler laughed, "Since the establishment of Prosperity, there have been thousands of people working under my banner. These people have their own names, such as the Peddler Gang, the Hundred Merchants, the Gold and Silver Association, the Grocery Store... There are hundreds of gangs that I have destroyed.
Their goals and methods are different. Some are for fame, some for profit. Some pretend to be decent, some pretend to be clumsy.

Xuehua Pu is quite decent. I explained to others in person that Xuehua Pu has nothing to do with me, but some people still didn't believe me. They said that this is the rule of Xuehua Pu, and they said that I can't mention Xuehua Pu outside Pu Zi.
At first, ordinary people thought Xuehuapu was my business. Later, many friends believed Xuehuapu's lies. Later, many enemies did not seek revenge on me, but went to Xuehuapu to test me.
You said that my enemies are not looking for revenge on me anymore, what is this?"

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "I think this is a good thing."

The peddler nodded repeatedly: "I think this is a good thing too!"

This is indeed the case. In this rumor incident, Xuehua Pu did take the blame for the peddler.

The peddler grabbed a handful of silver dollars and sighed, "Whether in the inner or outer states, there are many people who are eyeing the big money. The big money, like the entry-level medicine, is the lifeblood of the Prostate.

These people were supposed to attack me, but they turned their attention to Xuehua Pu. I admit that Xuehua Pu did block the knife for me, but I still can't tolerate them, because some of the things these bastards did made me unbearable.
I destroyed Xuehua Pu six times, but after a while, someone else took over Xuehua Pu again. Xuehua Pu's reputation was too strong. I killed all the people in Xuehua Pu, but they insisted that I was eliminating impostors. This reputation could not be broken anyway.
Twenty years ago, Mr. Kong Fang, the current head of Xuehua Pu, came to me and said he wanted to bet with me for twenty years. If I could completely destroy Xuehua Pu within twenty years, he would admit defeat and give me his life.
If I cannot destroy Xuehua Pu within 20 years, I will admit defeat, and he will disband Xuehua Pu himself and make it clear to the world that I have nothing to do with Xuehua Pu. "

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "This is a good way to bet. You win anyway!"

"It's not that easy," the peddler said with a wry smile, "If I lose, I have to help Mr. Kong Fang to establish his sect."

"What sect?"

"Fraudulent repair."

Li Banfeng was startled: "Didn't you say there is no such sect?"

The peddler sighed and said, "If I agree to his request, then I will have this Taoist sect, right?"

"Is Mr. Kong Fang a liar?" Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "I have met him. He is a man of real ability and can suppress Zhang Gunli."

"Who says that liars are incompetent? Mr. Kong Fang was originally a master of a sect, but he wanted to create his own sect and become the founder, so he targeted the seemingly insignificant liars. Didn't I tell you the three key points of liars?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Remember, first, as long as you don't attack, your cultivation is real. Second, as long as you attack but are not seen, your cultivation is also real. Third, even if you are seen but others can't understand it, your cultivation is still real."

The peddler nodded and said, "Xuehuapu has never minted money in front of others. Even the members of Xuehuapu don't know how the big-dollar coins are minted. If they don't do anything, their cultivation is real. As far as deception is concerned, Mr. Kong Fang is very good at it."

Li Banfeng asked, "Is Mr. Kong Fang a business man?"

The peddler shook his head: "You have seen him fight with Zhang Gunli, can't you see his Taoist skills?"

Li Banfeng was recalling the details of that day, and the peddler reminded him: "I have a contract with him, so I cannot directly expose his past. I cannot directly tell you his true identity.
You must remember that he is one of the best figures in Pro Province. With your current combat power, it is best not to come into contact with him."

One of the best?

"Could it be that he is about the same as you?" Li Banfeng scared Mr. Kong Fang away with a rattle. It seems that there is still a big gap between the two sides.

The peddler thought for a moment and said, "I think I am stronger than him. If we only talk about fighting ability, he should be about the same as the guy named Sun."

The peddler is talking about Sun Tiecheng?

He mentioned Sun Tiecheng to my face, it seems he knows about the relationship between me and Yu Xiu.

Li Banfeng asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Kong Fang's cultivation also above Yunshang?"

The peddler shook his head: "Mr. Kong Fang is not on the top of the cloud, nor is the friend surnamed Sun. There are also several old friends who are not on the top of the cloud. You will also face this in the future. It depends on your choice which way to go."

What do you mean?
Is there any choice here?

A man approached the two men. He looked to be in his fifties and from the looks of his clothes he looked like a Xindi hunter.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pointed at his stomach, where there was a wound more than half a foot long. The wound was a little ulcerated, and there was some pus between the redness and swelling.

The peddler asked, "Want to buy some plaster?"

The man nodded repeatedly. He had a wound on his throat and couldn't speak.

The peddler asked again, "Do you have any money?"

The man took out a few silver dollars from his pocket. Worried that the money was not enough, his hands trembled a little and his eyes were full of begging.

The peddler took the silver dollar, took out some medicinal wine, poured it on cotton cloth, and wiped the man's wound with it first.

After wiping off the pus, the peddler tore off two plasters and sealed the wound: "Don't touch water for three days. Find a place to rest. Don't let the wound open again."

The man bowed repeatedly to the peddler and left with a grateful look on his face.

The peddler weighed a few silver coins in his hand and sighed, "It's a loss or a gain, neither of us owes anyone anything. I lost money on this business again."

Li Banfeng asked, "Why do you still want to do this business when you know you will lose money?"

The peddler smiled bitterly and said, "There are so many businesses that lose money, and I lost a lot from you, but this time I made a profit from you because you blocked the rumors for me."

Li Banfeng shook his head: "I can stop rumors, but if it really happens, I can't stop it. If one day you really meet a person from heaven, do you have to fight with her?"

The peddler packed the remaining plasters into the container and looked up at the sky: "This is what we agreed upon in the beginning."

"Someone asked me to give you a message. She told you two to stop fighting."

The peddler looked at Li Banfeng and asked, "It was Honglian who said that, right?"

Li Banfeng nodded slightly.

The peddler smiled and said, "She is overthinking. The relationship between me and the man in heaven is real."

Lu Qianjiao bit her lip and said in a trembling voice: "Are the feelings you have with others all fake?"

Li Banfeng was stunned. When did Lu Qianjiao come?
The peddler shook his head and said, "Qianjiao, the love between us will never change, how can we talk about true or false?"

Lu Qianjiao looked at Li Banfeng and said, "He and that bitch in the sky said the same thing, right?"

Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment and said, "Did he say that? I don't know either!"

The peddler was startled: "You two know each other?"

Lu Qianjiao nodded and said, "I know him. He came to my house that day and asked if you were there."

Li Banfeng raised his head and said, "Sister-in-law, you have to tell me the whole story."

The peddler looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Let's put aside whether she said it or not. How do you know where her home is?"

"I, well, I found it while walking..." Li Banfeng had promised Zhao Lanmeng not to tell anyone about it.

But if I don't tell anyone about it, it will be hard to say what will happen.

The peddler's eyes changed a little: "Brother, this is not your first time to go to her house, right?"

“This is my first time…”

"It's definitely not the first time," Lu Qianjiao said with a smile, "Senior Brother Li is a very nice person. He always comes to see me when he has nothing to do. Unlike you, a heartless man, you completely forget about me in the blink of an eye."

Li Banfeng said in panic: "Sister-in-law, you two are angry with each other, you shouldn't implicate me!"

Lu Qianjiao gritted her teeth and said, "Who are they? I can't live without him. Brother Li, let's live together from now on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qianjiao picked up a rock and threw it at the peddler.

The rocks exploded, turning into countless pieces of gravel that flew everywhere.

The peddler hid behind a container and dared not fight back.

Li Banfeng didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he turned around and left.

Bang!
A stone hit Li Banfeng on the back of his head.

Be patient, we can't stay here for long.

Bang!
Another stone hit the back of Li Banfeng's head.

Be patient, there are more important things to do.

Whoosh!
The third stone flew towards the back of Li Banfeng's head, and Li Banfeng turned around and caught the stone.

No, I can't bear it anymore.

You two are fighting, why should I suffer with you?

Li Banfeng took the stone and turned around to throw it at Lu Qianjiao.

Lu Qianjiao was venting her anger and was not prepared for the stone hitting her on the forehead.

This piece of stone completely ignited Lu Qianjiao.

"Okay, attack me. I knew you were sent by a bitch!" She swung a rock at Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng was not to be outdone. He dodged with Xiaoyao Zizai and picked up stones to fight back.

After fighting for a while, Li Banfeng was really no match for Lu Qianjiao and ran away.

Lu Qianjiao wiped the blood off her face and looked at Li Banfeng's back in surprise.

The peddler took this opportunity to push the cart and tried to run away, but Lu Qianjiao pulled him back: "This guy hits the stone very accurately, he has the talent of my Taoism."

The peddler nodded and said, "Since he has talent, you shouldn't miss this good seedling. You should discuss with him first to see if he is willing to join your sect. If he doesn't agree, I will slowly persuade him later!"

Lu Qianjiao hooked the peddler's chin: "Don't rush to talk about his affairs, first explain your affairs clearly, where have you been these days?"

……

Li Banfeng returned to Suishenju. There was no place to stand in the main room. The family was still eating and the house was in a mess.

Li Banfeng brought back so much food that everyone was burping.

"What are you all doing here? There are so many rooms, why do you have to eat together?"

Hong Ying wiped her mouth and said, "There is no other place to go. Room 7 is occupied by Xiao Wan, and the other rooms are filled with the old man."

"What's piled up like this?" Li Banfeng pushed open the door of the second room, and the room was full of rickshaw parts.

Pushing the door open, I entered the third room, where there were leather buckets, iron buckets, wooden buckets, spittoons, water tanks, bathtubs...all the utensils that could hold water were filled with sticky grease.

The fourth room was also full of oil, even fuller than the third room, and the fifth room was even fuller, leaving no room to walk.

Li Banfeng asked, "Old man, why did you use so much oil?"

"Is this too much?" The old man snorted, "I refined all of this, otherwise our house wouldn't be able to hold it all."

No wonder his face feels dry despite being small. If the old man had been more ruthless, he could have peeled off a layer of his skin.

I walked all the way to the seventh room, where the lady was still interrogating the driver. The room was a little cleaner.

The fake driver was still holding his breath, and the record player asked, "You really don't want to tell me?"

The fake driver shook his head: "It's not that I won't tell you, it's just that I really don't know."

The record player said to Li Banfeng, "There are five spies sent from Neizhou, and three of them are dead. In addition to him, there is another one whose identity is currently unknown."

Li Banfeng asked the fake driver, "Is the mission given to you by Neizhou to seize Huangtu Bridge while the peddler is away?" The fake driver shook his head and said, "My mission is to wait in Purozhou. I have been working as a cook in Qianyue Tower before, mainly monitoring the He family. A few days ago, I received a document from the court asking me to return to Neizhou and re-melt the skills, so I became a driver."

"How do you know about the driver?"

"Zhang Gunli told me."

Zhang Gunli is such a nuisance, we must find a way to get rid of him.

"Did you give birth to all those rickshaw drivers?"

"They are separated from me, both the soul and the flesh. They have a connection with me."

No wonder there weren’t many ashes falling from the sky. It turned out that the souls of those drivers were not complete to begin with and could only be considered part of the boss.

"Can every person in Nevada give birth to a child like you?"

The fake driver shook his head and said, "I didn't have this ability originally. After I was re-refined, I don't know whose flesh and blood was added to my body. As long as I concentrate my mind, I can create another driver."

"Where are their rickshaws? Did you give them away as well?"

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"Their carts were separated from my carts. Every time a driver was assigned, I would find some rubber and iron rods and other materials for the carts. It only took an hour or so to create a new cart. With a new cart, the new drivers could move around."

It can be seen from this fake driver that Neizhou’s technology has made great progress.

"Before you came to Pro State, what was your name? What did you look like?"

The fake driver thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't remember it, I can't remember anything..."

Before he finished speaking, the driver's body trembled, and his shoulders and chest suddenly became broader.

The driver had already experienced a similar situation in Suishenju, and the record player reminded Li Banfeng: "My husband, stay away, don't let the blood splash on you!"

stab~
The fake driver's clothes were torn, and his right shoulder protruded from the clothes. His shoulder kept swelling until it was almost as big as a human head, with blue blood vessels bulging under his skin.

stab~
The skin on his shoulder tore like rags, blood splattered everywhere.

A hairy head popped out from its shoulders, its blood-stained face dull and lifeless.

The driver's flesh cracked inch by inch until a complete body fell off his body.

Li Banfeng looked at the newly split coachman, who was actually wearing clothes.

To be precise, the clothes he wears are part of his skin.

The torn clothes on the rickshaw boss' body squirmed and wrapped around the wounds on his body, greedily sucking the rickshaw driver's flesh and blood.

Until the bloodstains gradually faded away, the clothes became intact again, without leaving any trace of the original tear.

The driver's collapsed right shoulder slowly recovered, and his whole body, like his clothes, also recovered.

He looked at the driver who had just split off from the ground and murmured, "Give him a car, and he will live, and he will be able to fight. There are more and more of them, and I am forgetting more and more things.
In fact, they are me, but they can't remember the things I can't remember. In a few days, I may be like them, unable to remember anything and will fight.
I might have been the same as them, I didn’t know who dropped me from, no wonder I can’t remember anything…”

The record player looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Husband, I have asked everything I should ask, and he has told me everything he knows."

Li Banfeng nodded, and the record player swallowed the soul of the rickshaw driver boss.

There was too much blood and flesh for the family to eat. Li Banfeng carried Honglian to the main room and cleaned up the leftovers: "If you asked me to bring it to the peddler, I would have taken it."

Honglian opened her flower leaves and asked, "Did he reply?"

"Yes! He said you were being overly suspicious, and that his relationship with the man in heaven was real."

Honglian cleaned up the blood and flesh on the ground and said to the record player, "We had an agreement beforehand. Now that I have delivered my message, I will make a body for you."

The record player snorted coldly: "It's just a puppet, who cares?"

"Whether it's rare or not depends on my ability." Honglian is very confident.

Hong Ying rolled her eyes at Hong Lian and said, "Xiao Wan, why bother with her? It would be better to let Qi Lang get some good seeds and grow a body."

The record player laughed and said, "Why plant that? It's just like a puppet, it's fake. What's the use of fake ones?"

"Am looking forward to……"

"Who?" The record player looked down and saw the projector's lens flickering. "What did you just say?"

"Madam, you are looking forward to your body. Your body is filled with the red of expectation." As he spoke, the projector ran behind Li Banfeng. He was afraid of being beaten.

"Are you crazy?" The record player raised the needle, and he really had the urge to beat him up.

Li Banfeng held up the projector and said, "Looking forward to it. Why is it red? Is it the color of blood?"

"Director Qi, the color of expectation is not so bright. It is like a flame. Moreover, the flame that has just been lit looks fragile, but it is not so easy to extinguish."

Li Banfeng stared at his wife for a moment, then turned to ask the projector: "What color is the Tang sword?"

The projector turned around and pointed the lens at Tang Dao: "There is a satisfied yellow on him, like the yellow of the sunset. He is almost falling asleep in the sunset."

"You're wrong," Li Banfeng stared at Tang Dao for a while, "He's already asleep, look at the gloves again."

Gloves tried to avoid the projector's lens: "Why are you looking at me? Boss, I don't look photogenic. Let's just look at Sister Calabash."

The camera was still focused on the glove, and the projector said, "There's green on him. What does green mean? Are you scared?"

Gloves was speechless for a long while, and gave the projector a thumbs up: "You are smart, I just borrowed a spoonful of vanishing cream from the peddler, and wanted to let the boss study it carefully,
But then I thought, my skills would definitely not escape the peddler's eyes, and I was afraid that the peddler might misunderstand our boss, so I was wondering whether I should tell him. "

Gloves spat out a porcelain bottle filled with a bottle of vanishing cream: "Boss, I did something wrong, please punish me!"

Li Banfeng picked up the bottle and smiled: "This is nothing. Ah Ji, look at me again, what color am I?"

After watching the projector for a while, the fire behind the lens kept flickering: "I can't watch it anymore, it makes me dizzy!"

"Why are you dizzy?"

"Director Seven, let me say something very sincere and a little rude. You have a lot of colors on you, as bright as the feather duster in the corner."

The whole family was watching the excitement on the projector and thought he had eaten too much and was talking nonsense.

The record player thought this was unusual: "My husband, the projector has eaten a lot of good things recently, and this kid's cultivation should have improved a lot."

It's a good thing that he has improved his cultivation, but no one in the family, including the projector himself, knows what sect he belongs to.

Li Banfeng put the projector in his pocket and said to the record player, "It's time to go to the lab today. I'll go get the batteries first and let Ah Ji see what colors are outside."

Once outside, the projector's capabilities were greatly reduced: "The colors around were too bright, and I couldn't see the color changes."

Li Banfeng held two sets of batteries and said, "Can you see their joy?"

The projector observed carefully for a while: "I may not be too familiar with these two girls."

The laboratory was powered on and Li Banfeng took his wife out. Today's experiment was a bit complicated. He was busy from early morning until late at night and only managed to get some results.

Li Banfeng first sent the record player back to Suishenju, and took the batteries back home as well: "I'll charge the batteries later, and then take my wife out for a walk."

The record player had just rested for a while at home when he suddenly heard Hong Ying shouting in Room 9, "It looks like you, it looks too much like you, Xiao Wan, come over and take a look!"

Honglian made the puppet.

"What's so good about it..." The record player was a little nervous. When he pushed open the ninth room and took a look, he was stunned and didn't move.

Honglian stretched out its petals and pushed a woman in front of the record player.

"What do you think of my cooking skills?"

The record was spinning on the tray, but the needle seemed to have nowhere to rest.

A cloud of steam gushed out of the speaker, and the record player responded, "It's just okay."

Honglian smiled and said, "You should be able to possess someone for a short period of time. Take this body and go to the market with your man."

Visit the market...

The record player didn't want to talk at first, but couldn't help but say, "Okay."

She attached herself to the puppet, with only one thought in her mind.

Go out for a walk with your husband and spend some time with him.

Honglian stared at the puppet for a moment and vaguely saw the smile of Miss Jiufang.

If you have a chance to go out, don't forget to take me with you.

……

Arriving at Heishipo, Li Banfeng went back to his residence to get the battery. Just as he was about to charge it, he suddenly saw a woman coming out of the second room.

Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Girl, who are you?"

Bang!

The Tang sword fell to the ground: "Marshal..."

The projector crawled out of his pocket, and the lens kept flashing: "Art, this can't be described as art, this has surpassed the ultimate of art!"

He rubbed the thumb and index finger of the glove for a long time, and finally rubbed himself apart: "Is this still a human being?"

The tea in Lao Cha's teapot lifted the lid. "No, I can't look at it any longer. If I look at it again, I'll die."

Hulu didn't dare to look at it any more, shaking his body and said, "It's a pity that I'm not a man, what a pity..."

The music box circled around the woman and she kept dancing but no sound came out.

Zhongpeng lowered his voice and asked Mengde: "Is this really our wife?"

Meng De responded in a low voice: "I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw it for the first time, I almost fell off the wall."

The earring jumped onto the woman's palm: "Madam, let me stay on your ear for a while, just a little while."

The sleeping Judge Pen poked his head out from the newspaper and took a look.

He didn't sleep anymore. He stood quietly against the wall, not feeling tired at all.

Li Banfeng looked at the woman carefully and asked, "Is she my wife?"

Zhao Xiaowan smiled and said, "Husband, does it look good?"

Li Banfeng sat on the bed, gently stroking the record player and said, "It looks pretty good."

Zhao Xiaowan sat next to Li Banfeng and gently grasped Li Banfeng's hand: "Husband, this is what I originally looked like."

"It's really beautiful." Li Banfeng turned around and slowly hugged the record player.

PS: How beautiful is Zhao Xiaowan?

(End of this chapter)