Lord of Puro

Chapter 699 Bad

"Master Blade Cultivator?" Li Banfeng stared at the head of the knife seller, tears streaming down his face. "Senior, I didn't mean to kill you!"

The peddler frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Li Banfeng cried and said, "I feel sad to see this ancestor die miserably. What is the name of this ancestor?"

The peddler said, "It's called blowing off hair."

"Senior Chui, have a safe journey. And what's the name of the leader of the power cultivation?"

The peddler said, "His name is Wan Kaishan."

"Senior Wan, have a safe journey too..."

"Stop howling!" The peddler interrupted Li Banfeng. The crying was annoying.

Li Banfeng wiped his tears and said, "You don't understand, I have to cry for this."

The peddler shook off the ash from his cigarette and said, "Why don't you understand this? Isn't it irrefutable evidence? Aren't you just afraid that they won't be clean?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "If they don't die cleanly, will their souls have to go back to the furnace in Neizhou? People of their caliber will surely be resurrected, right?"

The peddler took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Their souls cannot go to the furnace. I have locked them in their skulls."

Li Banfeng was surprised and asked, "Which Taoist technique is this?"

The peddler said, "This is the technique of Suo Xiu, a Taoist sect that has become extinct. I wanted to find a disciple for Suo Xiu, but because this sect is not very effective, no one has been willing to join."

"If I can't attack, I should be able to defend myself, right?" Li Banfeng thought for a moment, "I'd think it would be more appropriate to find someone who likes to hide things and practice this."

The peddler nodded: "Yes, this sect used to like hiding things. After they have cultivated to perfection, they can lock up a piece of land."

Li Banfeng didn't understand: "What does it mean to lock up a piece of land?"

The peddler laughed and said, "I can't see it, and I can't open it."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Isn't this the nameless place?"

The peddler nodded and said, "There are many unnamed places in Purozhou, all of which were locked by the Locksmiths. In the past, the ancestor of the Locksmiths made a key to open the locks on the unnamed places in order to deal with the Locksmiths. Later, the key was taken away by the Green Water Beggar, and now no one knows where it is."

After saying that, the peddler looked at Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng took a puff of his cigarette and changed the subject: "What kind of person is the founder of Gongxiu?"

The peddler recalled for a moment: "I remember that he was a very brave man, and now he has probably gone to the country of Tufang to seek refuge with the saint."

Li Banfeng looked at Blade Cultivator Chuidanfa and Strength Cultivator Leader Wan Kaishan and said, "They both also defected to the Saint. I really don't understand what is so good about the Saint that is worth their lives."

The peddler sighed, "When we fought the Saint, they fought very hard. After we won, I paid them. After receiving the payment, we went our separate ways. Who would have thought that after a while, they defected to Inner Province."

Li Banfeng was very curious about that feud: "What reward did you give them?"

"Money!" The peddler's answer was very simple. "Rewards are based on merit. Whoever has made the greatest contribution will get more money. They all thought it was very fair at first, because money can do a lot of things and can buy a lot of things.
But after a while, some of them spent all their money, and some found that some things could not be bought with money.
Then they asked me for it, but I refused, so they went to Nevada to ask for it, and Nevada gave it to them.
But what Neizhou gave was different. People like Shu Wanjuan were very popular in Neizhou, so Neizhou gave him a lot. They gave him a rich land and made him a marquis, which was only one step away from being crowned king.
People like Shan Chengjun are not very likable. Although he was made a marquis, he was born in a poor place and his life is over.
Blowing the hair off and wrestling the mountain open were not popular. The two of them could not even keep their status as ministers in the inner state. When they were poor, they naturally wanted to change their master.

For them, the most suitable master is naturally the Saint of Shang State. When the Saint was still in Pro Province, they did not dare to come and seek refuge with him, because they had left a contract with me. If they went to Neizhou, they would not be allowed to return to Pro Province.
Then the Saint returned to Neizhou. They wanted to seek refuge but had no chance. The cabinet of Shang would not allow the Saint to easily contact foreign officials.

Now that the saint has fled the Shang Kingdom, these people who feel that they have not achieved their goals have another chance. They have all gone to the Tufang Kingdom and pledged their allegiance to the saint, hoping that the saint will turn things around one day so that they can all become princes. After all, there is a ready-made example here. "

Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment: "The example you are talking about should not be me, right?"

"It's you," the peddler looked at Li Banfeng and said, "You established a little emperor, so you became a prince. This is the path you pointed out to them, and they all want to follow it."

Li Banfeng looked at Chui Duanfa and Wan Kaishan and said, "If they want to establish a saint as emperor again, they should go to Shangguo to fight. Why come to the wasteland next year?"

The peddler said, "You should understand this principle. It is not the saint who decides where they should fight. The saint has surrendered to the devil lord. They have to fight wherever the devil lord tells them to fight."

In Li Banfeng's impression, the Demon Lord has been attacking the sleeping place of Rafsha Kingdom and Neamikan Kingdom. Of course, this does not mean that they have no ideas about Pro State.

The peddler went on to say, "This time the demon lord has set his sights on the Sui Wasteland. They have opened the exit from the Sui Wasteland in the early years, and at the same time they are looking for a new exit, an exit without boundaries."

Li Banfeng asked: "How can there be such an exit? Where is the exit without boundaries?"

The peddler shook his head and said, "This exit is naturally formed. At the beginning, no one knew where the exit was. They didn't know, and I didn't know either.
But they have a spiritual object made by the Demon Lord that can detect the location of the exit. It is this thing."

The peddler took out two pearls and handed them to Li Banfeng.

A pearl is pure white and covered with a layer of grease.

The other one was pearly white with a hint of red and no grease.

"This white bead was given to me by the Mud Cultivation Grandmaster Xing Baizhao. The bead is pure white, which proves that he has not found the exit.

The red bead was given to me by Master Blade Cultivator after he blew off his hair. The bead is glowing red, proving that he has found the exit."

When did you give the beads to the peddler after your hair was blown off?
Can a peddler steal repair skills?

Li Banfeng asked, "Is the exit that Chuidianfa found this inn?"

The peddler nodded, took the pure white beads, washed off the grease on them with wine, and the pure white beads soon showed a little red light.

Li Banfeng shuddered, not because he wanted to avoid danger, but because he was afraid: "Where is this mud master?"

The peddler pointed outside the door and said, "I'm sleeping soundly in my car."

Li Banfeng looked at the truck outside the door and asked: "How many people are there in total?"

"There were many of them. They were looking for an exit everywhere, almost turning the wasteland upside down, but they couldn't find one. But I found them.

Only Chuiduanfa found this inn. He found the exit, but I didn't find him. If it weren't for you, he would have opened the exit soon."

Li Banfeng felt even more scared: "This exit has no boundaries, does that mean that the Demon Lord can bring out all those high-level weapons?"

The peddler nodded and said, "Yes, the weapons of the Tufang Kingdom are no worse than those of the Shang Kingdom. If they are allowed to bring their weapons to the Sui Wasteland, the entire Pro Province, and even the outer states, will fall into the hands of the Demon Lord."

Li Banfeng asked, "Is there no boundary around the Sui Wasteland?"

The peddler nodded and said, "Yes, but a border of that level cannot stop the Tufang Kingdom. The Tufang Kingdom has my hidden men. Their army is waiting on the other side of the exit. I almost let them in."

Li Banfeng glanced at the Blade Cultivator Master Blowing Broken Hair: "The more I look at him, the more I find him hateful!"

The peddler agreed with this: "This birdman is such a jerk. When he first defected to Neizhou, he had done something unfavorable to Purozhou. This time when he defected to the Saint, he is going to do something unfavorable to Purozhou again. He also killed twelve local gods in Xindi before. I haven't settled the score with him yet, and they are coming to the wasteland again..."

"Brother, wait a minute!" Li Banfeng looked at the peddler, "Did they kill the twelve local gods?"

The peddler said, "What do you think? They wanted to occupy a piece of land for the saint, so they killed these twelve local gods. If they grab a few more pieces of land and connect them together, wouldn't they create another bitch post?"

Li Banfeng thought about the whole process, and then asked the peddler seriously: "Is this true?"

The peddler looked at the head with the hair cut off and shouted angrily, "Did you kill the twelve local gods?"

He blew his hair off and gritted his teeth in silence.

The peddler nodded and said, "I didn't say anything, I just admitted it."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Yes, I admit it. I saw it with my own eyes."

The peddler looked at the head of the man who had his wrist cut off and asked, "Are you the accomplice who blew off his hair?"

Wrist opens the mountain, eyes closed and says nothing.

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I accept this as well."

The peddler asked the two heads again: "Do you want to kill all the local gods around you and make them slaves for the saint?"

Neither of them spoke.

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "They both admitted it."

The peddler asked again: "You will do what comes next, right?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "Since the two seniors have already pleaded guilty, the matter is confirmed."

The peddler was very impressed with Li Banfeng's attitude: "Now that everything is confirmed, let's clean it up quickly. Leave your soul to your wife, your body to Honglian, and your head as evidence. The two of us will personally avenge those twelve local gods. It will be a big show, and this matter can be explained."

Li Banfeng lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still care about the real murderer?"

"Of course!" The peddler knew better than anyone, "I'm trying to fish out that old dog Shu Wanjuan. When I fish him out, I'll chop him up and say he's also surrendered to the saint and is the mastermind behind this.
Qiao Yi has lost a top fighter, and he has to find a way to clear himself of suspicion. Since he supports the new king, he must draw a clear line between himself and the saint. When the time comes, I will make him suffer a loss."

Li Banfeng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Brother, how could you come up with such a brilliant idea?"

The peddler calmly replied, "Because I'm bad."

Li Banfeng seemed to understand something.

The peddler said: "The Saint is bad, the Demon Lord is bad, Qiao Yi is bad, and the outsiders are bad too. Many of my old friends are bad people. If I were not bad, how could I have been dealing with them until today?
Brother, you have made great contributions in this battle, so I have something to give you."

The peddler waved his hand and the truck entered the inn.

The peddler opened the container, dragged out the corpse of the mud master Xing Baizhao, and handed it to Li Banfeng: "Give the soul to your wife, and the body to Honglian. You don't need to keep this head."

Li Banfeng said: "Honglian and I have different ideas. When refining the elixir, I always cut back a lot."

"Let her deduct it. You won't suffer any loss." The peddler took out another twelve pairs of deeds. "These twelve pairs of deeds were recovered from Chuidianfa. You can take them and do with them."

Li Banfeng took the deeds and asked quietly, "Aren't these twelve pairs of deeds in He Jiaqing's hands?"

The peddler said, "My original plan was to assume that He Jiaqing had surrendered to the Saint, and that he went to the Shang Kingdom to steal the deed in order to exchange it for land for the Saint. He and the Saint's subordinates teamed up to kill the twelve local gods, and when they dealt with Shu Wanjuan, they dealt with him as well. The whole thing went smoothly.

The bitter old woman would no longer protect He Jiaqing, because she could not protect the saint's accomplices, otherwise many people in Pro Province would not tolerate her, and she would have to swallow this loss by herself.
He Jiaqing is a smart man. He brought twelve pairs of deeds to me to plead guilty. These twelve pairs of deeds saved his life. I let him go for now. Now I hand the deeds to you. What do you plan to do with them?"

Li Banfeng accepted the contract and said, "Find twelve suitable people to be the local gods."

The peddler asked, "Don't you plan to connect these territories together and turn them into regular land? You have many three-headed men, so it won't be difficult for you to open up wasteland. With such a large piece of land in your hands, there are many things you can do."

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "Province of China does not need an emperor."

The peddler opened the cabinet and took out six deeds from it: "He Jiaqing also gave me the remaining six deeds. Now I give them to you."

Li Banfeng accepted the contract and looked up at the peddler: "Do you trust me?"

The peddler nodded: "I can trust it."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and asked, "If there are still local gods who are dissatisfied, what should we do with them?" The peddler shook his head and said, "No need to deal with them, just push it all on me."

There was a sound of horse hooves outside the door, and the Suihuang cavalry arrived.

The peddler whistled, and Li Banfeng felt a little chill. The sound of horse hooves outside quickly faded away, and they were all scared away by the whistle.

Li Banfeng asked: "What is your method?"

The peddler was stunned: "You don't even know this? This is a sound cultivation technique, the sound of the wind is terrifying, isn't your wife a sound cultivator? Haven't you used this technique in your deep mansion?"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "Occasionally I can borrow some means of sound repair, but most of the techniques have not been borrowed yet."

The peddler was somewhat helpless: "You were promoted too quickly, and your skills are too crude. You must polish them well in the future."

Li Banfeng listened for a moment with the help of the earrings. Not only did the cavalry run away, but all the residents around the inn also ran away. There was no one left within a mile around.

Qiansi Earrings carefully tracked the whereabouts of those cavalrymen, and the result made Li Banfeng speechless: "A whistle scared them and they ran more than three miles. The Suihuang Iron Cavalry is too shabby. How can they defend Suihuangyuan with them?"

The peddler sighed, "The people of the desert have special fighting methods. They are very powerful, but unfortunately they have lost their blood and forgotten their fighting methods. Instead, they have learned the trick of cannibalism.
I will find someone to help them regain their courage. If that person can't do it, you can go to the wasteland and force their courage back.
If you have no other options, take away those who should be taken away, and leave those who should not be taken away. I will let Cuitik come over. I believe he can defend the Wasteland."

The peddler stood up, tidied up the truck, took out a wrench from it, and handed it to Li Banfeng: "It seems that something has happened to the little train. This is the wrench of the chief engineer. Take it and use it."

Li Banfeng looked at the peddler's truck and asked, "Is the chief engineer here too?"

The peddler nodded: "Yes, there are still many old friends here."

Li Banfeng was very curious about the extent of the battle the peddler had experienced.

"Pack your things quickly, I'm going to lock this place later." The peddler pushed the cart to the door of the inn.

Seeing his slightly staggering steps, Li Banfeng asked, "Is the blood on your body yours or theirs?"

"We have everything." The peddler said it easily, but he still had some difficulty pushing the truck that he was so familiar with.

……

Inside the room, the wife looked at the three corpses in a daze for a long time.

"Blowing Hair Off, Wrist Splitting Mountains, Walking Hundred Swamps," Hong Ying also knew these three people. "Qi Lang, are you making a clay or dough figure? How did you make it so like?"

Li Banfeng didn't say much, put down the corpse and left in a hurry.

Previously, Li Banfeng brought back a bunch of tables and chairs, and the record player didn't have time to ask, but this time he quickly stopped Li Banfeng and said, "Husband, what happened? I see you're injured."

"You eat first, and don't move the heads of those who have had their hair cut and the heads of those who have had their wrists split open. I still have some use for you.
Madam, after you finish your meal, study this wrench. I will come back and tell you in detail later." Li Banfeng put down the wrench and took out a silver dollar. "And this, keep it for me first."

After Li Banfeng left, Hong Ying checked the bodies and said to the record player, "These are really the three of them. Wan Kaishan's head was twisted off. You can tell from the broken bones that the bones and flesh have been twisted out of place."

The Ninth Girl was watching from the side and was very surprised: "I remember that Wan Kaishan liked to twist other people's heads the most. Who has such strength to twist his head off?"

Hong Ying looked at the body with the hair cut off: "His head was chopped off with a knife, and the cut is very neat."

The Ninth Girl looked at Xing Baizhao's body. It was difficult to judge the cause of death of this man as there were no wounds on his body.

Hong Ying was experienced. She pried open the mouth of the corpse and saw a large area of ​​mud.

The Ninth Miss said, "Don't say he was drowned in mud. Isn't he a master of mud cultivation?"

Hong Ying was speechless. These experts all died at the hands of their best masters.

The record player came closer and said, "Don't make wild guesses. It should be the peddler and the husband who killed these people together."

Hong Ying pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The Ninth Miss sighed softly: "Sister Xiaowan, I'm going to tell you the truth. Don't be offended. With Ah Qi's current combat power, it may be difficult for him to fight these people."

"What do you know?" The record player sneered and placed the silver dollar in front of the two men. "This is what the peddler gave to my husband. Don't you know the value of the silver?"

The Ninth Girl examined the silver dollar for a while and exclaimed, "This is the real thing!"

Hong Ying was unwilling to accept it: "Why is he the leader in home cultivation? Qilang's travel cultivation is not bad either!"

The record player smiled proudly: "Home cultivation is Qilang's true path, and other methods are just auxiliary."

Hong Ying was angry: "What do you mean by a legitimate Taoist sect? Qilang opened two businesses, which one is not legitimate?

What's so special about this dollar? I have one too. I'll give mine to Qilang!"

The record player sneered: "What's the use of you giving it? Will others recognize it?"

The more Hong Ying thought about it, the angrier she got. Ninth Girl advised her, "Sister Yingying, why don't you give me that silver dollar? I'll be the leader of the group and I'll take responsibility!"

"Bah!" Hong Ying spat at Ninth Girl, "How dare you!"

The record player looked at the three bodies and wondered why these three people were gathered together.

"My husband said he had reached the Sui Wasteland. Could it be that the exit has been opened again?"

……

After packing up his things, Li Banfeng walked out of the inn. The peddler was waiting by the truck. After checking and making sure that there was no one around, the peddler used his lock repair skills.

Li Banfeng didn't notice any special actions from the peddler, and the peddler also made it clear: "The lock repair technique is very concealed."

The technique is concealed, but the effect is not.

In the blink of an eye, the entire inn disappeared, leaving only a piece of barren land with no grass.

Li Banfeng asked: "Is that exit without boundaries still here?"

The peddler nodded and said, "It's still here, but the lock I put on it is not that easy to open."

Li Banfeng asked again: "What if someone took the key that can open the lock?"

The peddler looked at Li Banfeng and said, "So, don't let anyone else get the key."

Li Banfeng nodded: "When will the person you mentioned who can help them regain their bloodiness come?"

The peddler took an alarm clock from the truck and looked at it. "I estimate that we will arrive tomorrow. There has never been a local god in the Wasteland. I was worried that the local god would surrender to Neizhou, so I found someone who would not surrender."

After saying this, the peddler pushed the truck away.

Li Banfeng asked: "If one day, the Suihuang Plains really becomes the land of Dao Lao Gui, how can we explain it to others?"

The peddler turned around and said, "No need to explain, just put it all on me."

He pushed the cart and shook the rattle, trying to shout out his wares, but he coughed twice and seemed unable to shout anymore.

……

Tufang Kingdom, Wuxiang City, the wounded Shan Chengjun stumbled into the mansion.

There were more than a dozen people following behind him, all of them seriously injured.

Shan Chengjun half-lay on a chair, looking at everyone one by one, and suddenly laughed: "Champion, Grandmaster, and Patriarch, you have such great titles, don't you feel ashamed? I took a bunch of you to fight, some died, some were injured, and the war was not won. I really feel ashamed."

A man in white came to the mansion and said to Shan Chengjun, "The emperor asked me to inquire about the results of the battle."

Everyone saluted, only Shan Chengjun lay on the chair without moving: "Please tell His Majesty that we lost this battle and we are seriously injured. We will see you another day."

……

At dusk, Li Banfeng was eating in a tavern near the city wall. Old Liu picked up the dishes, but couldn't eat them, and picked up the wine, but couldn't drink it.

"Let's go!" Old Liu advised, "You've done something so serious, how can you still be in the mood to eat here?"

"How can I cure my hunger without eating?" Li Banfeng was gnawing on a chicken leg when he suddenly heard a fight breaking out over at the city gate.

"Who made these rules for you? Why do you have to pay to enter the city?"

Upon hearing the sound, Li Banfeng was happy, and Jiuhulu was also happy.

The men guarding the city gate were very angry: "This is the rule of Huangtu Town. The money to enter the city is paid to the Suihuang Iron Cavalry. This is the life-saving money of the cavalry."

Li Banfeng looked at the guards at the city gate and said to Lao Liu, "Such a big incident happened yesterday, and they were almost scared to death. Just one day later, they came to the city gate to collect money again. Look at their courage."

Old Liu disagreed with Li Banfeng's opinion: "He has money to earn, so he must be bold. What are you talking about?"

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "I'm just watching the fun here."

At the city gate, an old man was arguing with the gatekeeper.

The old man was wearing ragged clothes and a tattered hat with holes all over it. His cheeks were red and his red nose was even redder than his cheeks.

"What are you talking about for money?" The old man spat at them, "Who are you working for? Do you deserve it?"

Several gatekeepers were furious and grabbed the old man and asked, "Are you here to die?"

The old man burped, and a strong smell of alcohol spread. The gatekeepers felt dizzy and could not stand steadily, and all fell to the ground.

The Suihuang cavalry who were patrolling the streets heard that someone was causing trouble at the city gate, so they hurried over to check. When they arrived at the city gate, a cloud of alcohol mist hit them, and the cavalry could not sit still and fell to the ground one after another.

"If you can't even handle a sip of wine, how can you be called an iron cavalryman?" The old man grabbed a cavalryman and said, "How are you going to fight in the future?"

The cavalryman looked at the old man and said through gritted teeth: "Don't run if you have the guts!"

The old man smiled and said, "I won't run. You run two laps for me to see."

scoff!

The old man lit a match.

The fallen cavalrymen were on fire and were screaming and running wildly in the wilderness.

"Run faster!" the old man laughed, "I have a strong medicine here, let's see if this disease of yours can be cured!"

PS: He finally woke up.

(End of this chapter)