Lord of Puro

Chapter 609 A Man of Virtue
"The New Year is approaching, and Ah Hui would like to wish all listeners a happy New Year. At the same time, I would like to remind all listeners to avoid Desong Cliff when traveling or visiting relatives and friends.
I believe everyone has seen the relevant news in the newspapers. The situation in Desong Cliff has been very tense recently. Yesterday alone, more than 200 people were reportedly killed in the fighting..."

Luo Zhengnan nodded slightly; he still enjoyed listening to Ah Hui's voice.

Li Banfeng felt that the fierce battle at Desong Cliff was suspicious and asked Luo Zhengnan to send someone to investigate the situation. Luo Zhengnan was afraid that his subordinates were unreliable, so he came in person.

When he arrived at the entrance of Deyuan Village, Luo Zhengnan saw a group of people gathered at the entrance. He thought that another war was about to break out, and wanted to find a suitable position to watch the battle situation.

As soon as he found the right position, Luo Zhengnan discovered that this was not a war, but seven or eight people were beating a child, a child of four or five years old.

What had this kid done wrong? Why did this group of people, men and women, young and old, beat him alone?
You slapped him, he kicked him, they didn't kill him, but tortured the child. The child's face was covered in blood, he couldn't even cry, and he was about to die.

While beating, they laughed:

"You shameless thief, do you know that this is what you will end up like today?"

"Don't pretend to be dead, you bastard. Stand up. Today I will teach you how to be a virtuous person."

"Your father and mother are immoral and unscrupulous. It is your good fortune that you can accept our teachings today!"

In the early years, there was a saying in the underworld: Dexiu has no father and no mother, and his reputation is known thousands of miles away, even worse than a toilet. Dexiu's reputation in the underworld is even more famous than a toilet.

But Dexiu doesn't care. People say that gangsters are all immoral people. Their slander of Dexiu proves that Dexiu has hit their sore spot!
Since the day they started cultivating virtue, there has been no one in the Taoist sect who cares about shame. Just look at what is happening right now, this is not something a human can do.

Luo Zhengnan couldn't bear to see this. When he was the head of the Medicine King Hall in the Jiang Xiang Gang, he did not allow his subordinates to kidnap children. How could he tolerate this scene now?
But if we fight these moral cultivators now, what should we do with what the Seventh Master has instructed us to do?
When they were in a dilemma, a blond and blue-eyed man suddenly walked into the crowd, stepped forward and picked up the child.

Luo Zhengnan looked at the man and recognized him as Dr. Cui from the Wujie Hospital in Green Water City.

What is he doing here?
Cuitik held the child and glanced at everyone silently.

The group of moral cultivators were a little scared. The foreigner in front of them suddenly appeared in the crowd with almost no noise, which proved that his cultivation was not low.

A man in his thirties bravely shouted, "His parents are both immoral people, so he is destined to be immoral. Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

As soon as the man spoke, it immediately emboldened everyone. The others gathered around and talked endlessly in Cuitik's ear.

"Virtue is the foundation of life, regardless of age!"

"Those without moral integrity should be severely punished so that they can correct their behavior. We are doing this for his own good!"

"You are a foreigner, what right do you have to interfere in the affairs of our village? Put that thief down, don't think that we in Desong Cliff are easy to bully!"

Luo Zhengnan was worried about Cui Tik. If Cui Tik lost the argument, he might be suppressed by this group of moral cultivators and unable to fight back.

Cuitik did not argue. He didn't say a word and just walked away with the child in his arms.

This group of Dexiu didn't want to let Cuitik go. They knew that this foreigner had a high level of cultivation and was difficult to deal with. The current siege situation was just right, forcing this foreigner to be unable to speak. If they added some techniques to their words, they might be able to knock this foreigner down!
They had already prepared their techniques, but now the foreigner turned around and walked away without giving them any chance.

He also took that little thief away, we have to chase him!

But if there is no one leading the way, they would not dare to chase, because no one wants to be the first to do so.

Seeing the foreigners walking away, an old lady plucked up her courage and used the trick of "being virtuous and tolerant".

Cuitik was knocked off balance by the brute force and fell to the ground.

He protected the boy in his arms, got up and continued walking forward.

Seeing that Cuitik was not seriously injured, the group of Dexiu did not dare to chase him. However, after what happened just now, they felt that they had gained an advantage. They felt a lot more balanced in their hearts and had proud looks on their faces.

The old lady who had just made the move clapped her hands and said, "You shameless foreigner, you dare to come here and act wildly, don't you even know your own worth?"

A young woman asked, "What is the origin of this foreign devil? Could it be that he is the reinforcements invited by Deshan Village?"

An old man nearby blew his beard and said, "How dare you! This is our Desong Cliff's internal affairs. Deshan Village dares to ask outsiders to come and interfere. They have forgotten their own bloodline and ancestors!"

A woman in her fifties took a different approach and said something that no one else had thought of: "Let me tell you, don't you think this little thief doesn't look like someone from Desong Cliff? He has deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. Could he be a descendant of the foreigners?"

An old woman nearby nodded and said, "I think so. When his mother was alive, she looked like a goblin. Don't expect her to be a good wife!"

"I think her husband is also a useless man. How can he control such a shameless woman?"

"You're right, this thief is the bastard of that shameless woman and that foreigner! Otherwise, why would this foreigner take him away?"

"This bastard even brought outsiders into Desong Cliff. This bastard deserves to be chopped into pieces!"

These words sounded ridiculous. This child grew up in Desong Cliff since he was a child, and in the blink of an eye he became a foreigner.

But Luo Zhengnan knew that this situation was very common in Desong Cliff. They might seem to be talking nonsense, but in no time, their lies would be proven true. Unless this child could prove his innocence in the future, he would be Cuitik's illegitimate son.

"Pah!" The old lady spat, "I should have beaten that bastard to death with a stick just now, pah!"

She spat again, this time with a little more force, and the saliva made a sound when it hit the ground.

The sound is so clear.

"Sister," the other old lady looked down, "how did your tooth come out?"

The old lady licked it in her mouth, and sure enough, her back teeth were spat out: "Oh, what's wrong with me..."

Her speech became more and more unclear, as if something was blocking her mouth. After coughing twice, the old lady spat out a mass of sticky flesh and blood.

Where did this flesh and blood come from?
"Sister, what happened to you? Were you injured in the battle yesterday?"

"Hua, ya ya..." The old lady kept talking, but no one could understand what she said.

The old lady moved her cheeks a few times and felt like something was missing in her mouth.

She stared at the group with her mouth open, and one man shouted, "She's got no tongue!"

The old lady had lost her tongue, and the piece of rotten flesh she spat on the ground was her tongue, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Everyone was terrified and asked with concern, but no one dared to come forward.

An old man felt something was wrong and tried to leave with his cane.

After he took two steps, his right hand suddenly became weak, the skin became sticky at first, and then cracked, and pus and blood flowed out from the cracks. The whole arm fell off the shoulder and fell to the ground along with the crutch.

The group of Dexiu were terrified, not knowing what was going on. A young woman whispered, "Is this retribution..."

"Nonsense!" a woman nearby shouted, "We punished that bastard, what's wrong with that? Why should we be punished?"

That being said, the woman's legs were shaking. She had kicked the child several times just now and now her legs felt numb.

If it feels numb, it means it’s almost there.

The woman shivered twice more, and her right calf fell off from the knee and turned into meat paste.

One man was so frightened that he cried and both of his hands fell off his shoulders.

None of these seven or eight Dexiu were spared. Some had broken hands, some had broken feet, and some even had no hands or feet at all.

Luo Zhengnan was also a little scared.

It was not known whether this condition was caused by external injury or epidemic. After gathering enough information for today, Luo Zhengnan hurriedly left Deyuan Village.

……

Decheng Mountain is the highest mountain in the Desong Cliff area, and Cuitik chose a cave.

The cave is well ventilated and there is a spring in it. Cuitik has checked and the water is drinkable.

He put the child in the cave, applied medicine on his wounds, opened a can of beef, and fed the child the meat and soup.

Cuitik's medicine was very effective. After the child ate something, he soon regained his vitality and was able to walk with difficulty after limping.

"What's your name?"

The child lowered his head and said nothing.

"You can't speak?" Cuitik checked the child's throat and vocal cords, and there seemed to be no damage.

"My name is Tang Xinde." The child raised his head and spoke in a loud voice. He wanted to prove that he could speak.

"Why is there a "德" in your name? I asked several people and they all have the word "德" in their names."

The child stared at Cuitik for a while and shook his head. He couldn't answer such a complicated question.

Cuitik asked again, "How old are you?"

"Almost six."

Cuitik nodded. "Your name is a little difficult for me to pronounce. I don't mean to offend you. I will call you Xiaode from now on. Is that okay?"

The child nodded.

"Where are your parents?"

"died."

"what reason?"

"They said that my parents were immoral people. They did immoral things. When they were young, they got married on their own, which was immoral. They knew Grandpa Pan, which was also immoral. They did not fight with the sub-village, which was also immoral. The people in our village are also immoral..."

The child spoke in bits and pieces, and Cuitik was confused: "Forget it, tell me something I can understand. Your village is called Deyuan Village?"

"no!"

"What's the name of your village?"

"Deshan Village."

"What's the name of your village chief? How high is his cultivation level?"

The child looked confused.

"How many villages are there in Desong Cliff? And how many villages obey the command of Deyuan Village?"

The child remained silent.

"You do not know?"

The child shook his head.

Cuitik frowned and said, "You don't know anything, so you are of little use to me."

The child still didn't understand. He lowered his head and his body kept shaking.

Cuitik looked at the tattered single clothes and asked, "Why are you shivering? Are you scared or cold?"

The child said nothing.

"You stay here. I'm going out to play a game. Don't follow me." Cuitik got up and left the cave.

He walked halfway up the hill, took out a few seeds and buried them near the cave entrance.

After walking a few dozen meters, he buried a few more seeds.

Then they walked down the mountain and after walking a few dozen meters, Cuitik took out the seeds and looked back first.

Xiao De stood at the entrance of the cave, filled a can with water, and poured it on the seeds.

Cuitik quickly stopped the child: "What are you doing?" "Playing games with you."

Cuitik sighed and said, "Your mental strength is really strong. Your parents just died, and you almost died too. Do you still have the energy to make games?"

The child lowered his head, holding the can in his hand, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Cuitik took him back to the cave and opened two more cans of food: "Stay in the cave and don't go out. Eat this when you are hungry.
Before I come back, you'd better remember something that's worthwhile to me.

Also, don't water the seeds outside or they will grow too fast."

The child asked, "Don't you want them to grow up?"

"I just don't want them to grow up too fast."

This child was really stimulated and had the courage to ask so many questions.

After Cuitik left, the child held the can and silently looked at the entrance of the cave.

……

In Deyuan Village, village chief Song Demei sits in the yard.

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Not long ago, she had just killed the local god designated by the peddler.

Now that the situation was going well, several of his villagers were suddenly injured.

They all had varying degrees of ulcers on their bodies, but none of their injuries were fatal.

"Where do the foreigners you are talking about come from?" Song Demei asked.

The old man with a broken leg said: "We didn't know where he came from. We didn't say anything, but he attacked me!"

"How did he move his hands?"

The old man looked at the woman with a broken arm beside him, and the woman looked at the man with rotten hands...

The group of people looked at each other, and finally all looked at the old lady whose tongue had fallen out.

The old lady mumbled something but couldn't make anything clear.

No one knows how the foreigner did it. To be precise, the foreigner never did it.

Song Demei looked at everyone, his expression calm but slightly angry: "Another outsider is planning to take over Desong Cliff. We must not agree to it."

Everyone in the yard echoed in unison: "We absolutely won't agree to this!"

A man ran into the yard and said, "Village chief, I found the foreigner. He is going back and forth between several villages around, buying rice, noodles, and oil. It seems that he wants to live here. He is now buying clothes at Chen Laoliu's tailor shop."

"I'll go meet him and find out who sent him here." Song Demei walked out of the yard, followed by a group of people.

In the tailor shop, Cuitik picked out a new set of clothes and gave Chen Laoliu one hundred Huan Guo banknotes.

Chen Laoliu laughed and said, "This suit cost 98 yuan including the materials and labor. I only made a profit from it, not from you."

Cuitik didn't quite understand what Chen Laoliu meant and thought he was asking for a tip: "No need to change the two dollars."

Chen Laoliu waved his hand and said, "We agreed on a price, how can I charge you more? I just hope you can come often in the future to make friends with me."

Cuitik nodded and said, "I will definitely come here often."

"With your words, my business trip has not been in vain. Please wait, I will give you the change, not a penny less."

The waiter made tea for Cuitik and handed him cigarettes. He also folded the clothes that Cuitik had selected and put them in boxes. Cuitik was very surprised. He didn't expect that Desongya was so sincere in doing business.

But Cuitik waited for several minutes, but the shopkeeper couldn't find the two dollars.

"Really, there's no need to look for it. I'll go first." Cui Tik just walked to the door and saw the village chief Song Demei, who came to the door of the tailor shop with a group of people.

Cuitik understood what Chen Laoliu meant this time. He turned around and asked, "Were you stalling just now just to wait for them?"

Chen Laoliu pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, threw it at Cuitik, and said righteously, "Do you think I want to do business with you? I'm just afraid that you, a foreign devil, will run away!"

Cuitik picked up the 100-yuan bill and asked Chen Laoliu, "Are you speaking so righteously just to prove your loyalty to the village chief?"

Chen Laoliu held his head high and chest out, his expression unchanged.

Song Demei asked Cuitik: "Stranger, are you the one who hurt our villagers?"

"Yes." Cuitik did not deny it.

"Tell me the reason here. Why did you hurt them?"

"They are beating a child, using their numbers to bully the few, relying on their strength to bully the weak, and doing something immoral. They have brought shame to Desong Cliff and brought disgrace to the world of Dexiu."

In order to memorize this passage, Cuitik put in a lot of effort. He came prepared. He was destroying the logic of Dexiu's words in order to interfere with Dexiu's suppression techniques.

The old man with a broken leg tried to find reason: "We are here to punish those who have no moral integrity."

Cuitik said: "You beat up a five-year-old child."

The woman with the broken arm changed her strategy and tried to find fault with the child: "People without moral integrity, even if they are young, can cause endless harm."

Cuitik said: "You are a group of people, beating up an unarmed child."

The man who lost his hands began to seek the truth from a higher perspective: "Do virtuous things with a virtuous heart, even if the means are a little inappropriate..."

Cuitik interrupted the man: "Several adults teamed up to beat up a child. You have no shame at all. You don't care about your face. What morality do you still talk about?"

These arguments may seem ordinary, but for Cuitik, each one is a matter of life and death.

This is Dexiu's usual trick, Dexiu technique, seeing virtue and thinking of emulating it. This technique is not of high level, but it is powerful. Even if the opponent only says one sentence to put Cuitik at a psychological moral disadvantage, it will greatly limit Cuitik's combat power, thus greatly reducing his combat power.

Cuitik resolved their moral oppression, but Song Demei was not so easy to deal with. She changed the subject and said, "Punishing the immoral people in Desong Cliff is our internal affairs. Even if they are wrong, it is not the turn of outsiders to point fingers!"

Cuitik shook his head and said, "I am not an outsider. I am a virtuous person. Desong Cliff is the hometown of virtuous people, and I am also a part of Desong Cliff."

"Why do you say you are a virtuous person?"

"I have evidence." Cuitika opened his collar, on which were engraved four big words: A virtuous person.

Song Demei was speechless for a moment. She looked at the group of injured people and asked, "The way you hurt people reminds me of someone, the Green Water Beggar from Green Water City. What is your relationship with him?"

Cuitik told the truth: "He is my Taoist master."

As soon as the words were spoken, the onlookers quickly retreated, and the villagers who were originally responsible for taking care of the injured all hid far away.

Chen Laoliu, the owner of the tailor shop, was shocked. He had just taken the money from Cuitik, and although he returned it, he had touched the banknote.

Song Demei sneered, "Did Green Water Beggar ask you to come? Does he want the territory of Desong Cliff?"

Cuitik shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with my Taoist master. It is my morality and conscience that made me come here to stop this war that should not have happened.

Chief of Deyuan Village, how many innocent people have died in the war because of your own ambition? If you are still a cultivator of Dexiu, if you still have a little conscience in your heart, please listen to my advice and end this war immediately, and don't let others be buried with your ambition. "

Song Demei shook his head and said, "I don't want to fight. Everything I did was for Desong Cliff. I have a clear conscience. As long as Desong Cliff can remain in the hands of virtuous people, this war can be avoided!"

"I believe you have a clear conscience. I believe there will be a truly virtuous person who will become the leader of Desong Cliff. I will stay in Desong Cliff for a while until this war is completely over."

Cuitik pushed the small cart beside him, on which were the food he had just bought and daily necessities.

He didn't believe any of the Dexiu's promises, nor did he want to take the risk of arguing with this group of Dexiu, but this was the task assigned to him by the peddler. He had to judge for himself which ones should be killed and which ones should be kept, and try to solve the problem with the least killing.

He pushed the cart all the way to halfway up the mountain when suddenly a ditch appeared under his feet. The cart fell into the ditch and overturned on the ground.

Cut off the path to make a road, there are travel repairs nearby.

Song Demei's subordinates include more than just De Xiu. Cui Tik judged through perception that there were at least thirty cultivators surrounding him nearby.

Should these people be killed? Is there any need to distinguish this matter?

According to the rules set by Cuitik himself, this should not be necessary.

……

It was dark, and Song Demei sat in the yard with a very solemn expression.

None of the people she sent came back, and they were probably killed by the foreigners.

If you want to control Desong Cliff, you must get rid of the foreigner, but this foreigner is not so easy to deal with.

……

At night, Cuitik returned to the cave. The car was smashed, most of the things in the car were damaged, and he was also injured.

The child sat silently in the cave. He was very sleepy, but tried hard to stay awake.

Sitting opposite the child, while bandaging his own wound, Cuitik asked, "Do you remember anything valuable?"

The child shook his head; he did not understand Trichtic.

Cuitik looked somewhat helpless: "You'd better think quickly. My patience is limited. My situation here is very dangerous. I don't want to waste too much time here with you..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy held the can in both hands and handed it to Cuitik.

There was some soil in the box, and on the soil was a wild flower whose name could not be told.

Cuitik took the can and looked at it. "It's a beautiful flower. You can water it."

The child was very happy. Cuitik put the can box aside and counted the remaining cans in his backpack: "We are running out of food. In two days, there will be no cans left."

The child gave two cans of food to Cuitik, which were the cans Cuitik opened before leaving.

"You didn't eat?"

"Await your return."

"Will you wait for me to come back?" Cuitik was stunned for a long time. These words seemed a little strange to him.

The child nodded, his stomach rumbling, he was very hungry.

Cuitik looked at the can and took out a small cloth bag from his body: "I brought back some flour and some leavening agent. I should be able to bake some bread. Have you ever eaten bread?"

The child shook his head.

"It's best if you haven't eaten it before. If you haven't eaten it before, you won't be too picky." Cuitik took out another box from his arms, "I bought it for you."

The child opened the box and found a set of cotton clothes inside.

Cuitik took some water and said while kneading the dough: "I have set a rule for myself. Those who actively attack me must die. Those who do not actively attack me can temporarily survive depending on the situation. Sometimes I forget the rules, so you have to remind me from time to time."

The child still didn't quite understand what Cuitik said. He put on the cotton coat, buttoned it incorrectly, and looked at the asymmetrical lapel, not knowing what was wrong.

If it's wrong, it's wrong.

He stood in front of Cuitik, proudly showing off his new clothes.

Cuitik put down the dough in his hand, helped the child button up again, nodded and said, "It looks good."

(End of this chapter)