Lord of Puro

Chapter 706 Seven Points First
The grease spread on Shu Wanjuan's legs, and Shu Wanjuan realized that his face was not big and he had made sufficient preparations.

Shu Wanjuan's body instantly disintegrated into ink and scattered in the grease.

Zhong Er was shocked. He had read many files, and the scene before him reminded him of some of Wen Xiu's tactics.

"Was that just his clone?"

"Use a clone to catch me? Can he catch me?" The face sneered, "Kid, he is not that arrogant. The person you just saw was the ancestor of Wen Xiu. He is the most cautious person in the world. He either doesn't take action or he must succeed if he takes action.

His real body is here, but he can swap between his real body and his clone. Today I will not let him swap. You go wait outside first! Don't call anyone, don't make any noise, don't implicate your senior brother, and don't implicate other people. Just watch outside. Don't move without my order!"

With a small wave of his hand, Chuunibho slid straight out the door.

Without waiting to stand still, Zhong Er immediately called Li Banfeng.

Lao Luo answered the phone. Zhong Er didn't dare to say anything, just hoping that Lao Luo could understand what he meant.

Inside the room, a ball of ink was moving around, surrounded by a thick layer of grease.

Without a big smile, he said, "You old thief, can't you get out? I'll turn you into oil in a moment."

The ink twisted and turned into Shu Wanjuan's appearance again. He wiped the oil stains off his gown, his expression still calm.

"What do you want to do by trapping me? Do you want to reminisce about the past, or to settle old scores? Are you feeling aggrieved, or are there things that you can't figure out from the past?" Shu Wanjuan pulled up a chair and sat opposite Bian Budai, as if he wanted to have a long chat with him.

The man with a small face frowned and gritted his teeth. A piece of grease came out of the chair, causing Shu Wanjuan to slide down from the chair.

Shu Wanjuan fell down and gave a bitter smile: "Does this count as venting my anger? If not, hit me twice more!"

Without blinking a word, Shu Wanjuan slipped and fell to the ground, his whole body turning into scattered ink.

The ink regrouped, Shu Wanjuan stood up, and fell down again, repeating this process for more than ten times. Shu Wanjuan's gown was torn, his folding fan was broken, and his whole body was covered in blood.

The middle school kid was looking anxiously outside the window, his face was too small and his actions were too childish.

How much psychological trauma has he suffered that he has to redeem himself over such a small matter?

Shu Wanjuan accepted the beating not out of guilt, but was obviously trying to delay time.

Zhong Er didn't know Shu Wanjuan's level, nor did he understand the concept of Wen Xiu Zushi, but he knew that for a cultivator at this level, suffering this level of damage would not even be considered a tickle.

Shu Wanjuan sighed and said, "Now that you've calmed down, can you let me have a word?"

The little guy nodded and said, "Go ahead and speak quickly. I'll send you off when you're done."

Shu Wanjuan said: "It was Chaoge who wanted to capture you in the first place. This was not my wish."

The face snorted: "Don't talk about whose wishes it was, just tell me whether you did anything or not?"

Shu Wanjuan did not deny it: "I am loyal to the emperor and I am following the emperor's orders. Naturally, I cannot stand idly by. However, the matter was reported by Shan Chengjun, and the personnel were gathered by Shan Chengjun. The credit was also attributed to Shan Chengjun in the end. If the blame is placed on me, I am afraid it is not justifiable, right?"

The face was not big and he sat on the bed and smiled: "So you didn't get the credit, and you felt bad. Did you come to me this time to make up for the credit?"

Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "I am already in a high position and no longer care about any merits. This time I came to find you because I want to take you to Chaoge and find you an identity."

The face was not big and said in astonishment: "Storyteller, are you crazy? What kind of status do I have in Neizhou?"

Shu Wanjuan said: "As long as you are willing to follow me, you will be made a marquis immediately when you arrive in Chaoge. I have already selected a fiefdom for you. It is a land of plenty and richer than my own.

I have settled down your former subordinates for you. When you arrive in Chaoge, they will serve as your staff members."

He wrapped the quilt around himself and asked, "What do I need my staff for?"

Shu Wanjuan smoothed the fan bones, restored the folding fan, and said solemnly: "To manage the land and water, to benefit the people, to study a set of techniques, to promote a lineage of Taoism,
The court will help you with both human and material resources. I will also help you where the court cannot help.
All grudges will eventually turn into dust, and time is short, so it’s time to do some serious work.”

He lowered his head and said, "Following the court is considered doing the right thing?"

Shu Wanjuan said, "Is it a serious matter to stay in Pro Province and waste time?"

A small face doesn't talk.

Shu Wanjuan waved to his face: "Come on, let's go."

"No!" Lance shook his head, "It's so warm in bed, I'm not going anywhere."

Shu Wanjuan sighed: "I'm afraid this is not up to you."

As he spoke, Shu Wanjuan's fingertips trembled, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly turned into a wake-up stick.

Xingmu waved his hand and four old books in soft cover appeared.

She huddled under the quilt without moving, looking at the titles of the books one by one: "Forgetful Souls River, Golden Orchid Fate, Hundred Loyalties, and Iron Railings. These four books are good."

Zhong Er was feeling anxious as he read the four books outside. He didn't know what the use of these four books was.

These four books were all well-known in the early years and are considered classic Proto-School masterpieces.

"The River of Forgotten Souls" tells the story of a dead soul who has forgotten all memories of this life but has not yet been reincarnated into the underworld, and wanders around in the human world.

"The Golden Orchid" tells the story of the heroic feat of two men who became sworn brothers, overcame all difficulties and shared weal and woe.

"The Book of One Hundred Loyal Officials" tells the story of one hundred loyal officials and generals who served the imperial court.

"Iron Railings" tells the various strange stories of hunting various rare and exotic animals.

There was a burst of noise coming from the room. Some people were chatting, some were pouring tea, and some were cracking melon seeds. It was as if they were in a teahouse on the street.

"Pop!" There was a loud noise, and the room became slightly quieter.

Shu Wanjuan said in a clear and melodious voice: "Three feet of Longquan and ten thousand volumes of books, what is God's will for me? If I can't serve my country and bring peace to the world, I am unworthy of being a man!"

This is the setting poem, and Shu Wanjuan begins the book.

Zhong Er knew that Shu Wanjuan was performing some techniques, but his face was small and he just shrank on the bed. He didn't know whether he couldn't move or was just deliberately not moving.

He stared at Shu Wanjuan as if he was an attentive listener.

Four novels were unfolded one by one in front of Mian Budai, and Shu Wanjuan's four voices told the stories together without interfering with each other.

Zhong Er had never read these four masterpieces, but when he saw the bizarre changes in the room, he realized that they contained the essence of Shu Wanjuan's tactics.

When dealing with a person like Big Face, ordinary means are useless and every step has to be carefully calculated.

Shu Wanjuan first used his sweet talk to talk about old times with Lian Budai, reminiscing about their old friendship. He took advantage of Lian Budai's weakness of being loyal and righteous, and made him let down his guard.

Then the plot of "Forgetful Souls River" was presented one by one in the room. A wisp of soul wandered around the house, sometimes confused, floating for a long time, and then revealing a hideous look.

This ferocious face was indeed scary, as if the ghost was angry, but if you look closely, it seems that the ghost deliberately put on a scary look to give itself courage.

I thought to myself, is this the state of mind that a person with a small face should be in now?
With a small face, he pretends to be deep and calm. Is it to give himself courage?
Shu Wanjuan intended to present Lian Bada's true state of mind. In "The River of Forgotten Souls", Lian Bada regards himself as a homeless wandering soul, forgetting his current situation.

The first novel was a success quickly, and the next one was "Golden Orchid", in which two brothers of different surnames worked together to fight side by side in the midst of swords and seas of fire. The tear-jerking plot ran through his mind word by word, which reminded him of his old friendship with Shu Wanjuan and he slowly gave up his will to fight.

The loyal ministers and generals in "The Book of One Hundred Loyal Officials" appeared one after another. The civil officials remained calm and gave kind advice, while the military generals gnashed their teeth, scolded and reprimanded, and were so ashamed that they couldn't even face the emperor.

The "Iron Bars" are lurking on the side, and the rare and precious animals in the cage are watching carefully. When Big Face gives up resistance, the iron bars will immediately appear and trap Big Face directly, ensuring that he cannot escape even if he has wings.

The entire set of tactics was completed in one go, with rich brushstrokes and no omissions.

Shu Wanjuan's methods were simply beyond the comprehension of Zhong Er. When he saw a large fence rising around his small face, Zhong Er realized that something was wrong.

I’m stuck with my small face, but what can I do?
Go in and fight hard?

With his level of cultivation, even half a word from the book could cost him his life.

But the fences around Lian Budai were getting denser and denser, and the whole person was wrapped in iron fences. If Zhong Er didn't take action, Lian Budai would be captured alive by Shu Wanjuan.

Zhong Er was about to rush into the house when he suddenly heard Lian Budai shouting from inside the fence: "Didn't I tell you not to move? Don't you listen to your master's words?" Lian Budai was still sober!
Zhong Er was very surprised, and Shu Wanjuan was also a little surprised.

The color of the densely packed iron railings surrounding the small face gradually faded.

Zhong Er thought it was an optical illusion, but when he looked carefully, he could already see the outline of a small face through the iron railings.

The face was still covered with a quilt. He looked up at Shu Wanjuan and said slowly, "How many books do you have on you?"

Shu Wanjuan did not answer.

The face was not big and sighed: "No one in this world knows how many books you have, and no one knows where your books are hidden.
If you have 10,000 books, you can create 100,000,000 tactics, so it is impossible to defend against your tactics.

Anyone who competes with you in fighting tactics will suffer in the end, even the peddler is no exception, isn't that right?"

"You're too kind." Shu Wanjuan stared at the increasingly blurry fence. He was thinking about the reason and the next strategy.

He pulled the quilt and said, "No, I'm telling the truth. I never thought about competing with you in combat. I never thought about it from the beginning. I have been sitting on the bed without moving. I didn't even dare to take off the quilt."

This is also what Shu Wanjuan is most curious about. All the responses that Bian Buxiao has made so far have been beyond his expectations.

He wiped the oil off his face, and his expression became clearer and clearer. The color of the fence became lighter and lighter, and the homeless wandering souls, sworn brothers, loyal ministers and generals around him became more and more transparent and blurry.

"Is this still oil?" Shu Wanjuan determined the shameless man's tricks.

The face is not big and nodded: "Yes, I am doing oil repair, so I have to use oil, right? When oil gets on paper, the paper will become transparent and the handwriting will become blurred.

Your book is quite special, and the paper used is also unusual, so ordinary oils cannot stain it at all. But the oil I use is also unusual, and it is specially prepared for you.
I'll wait for you to take out the book and then I'll grease it. I'm not in a hurry at all, as you take out one."

Shu Wanjuan frowned slightly. Compared to the past, his face had not changed much.

Hundreds of books flew out from Shu Wanjuan's coat. With his previous experience, he was very familiar with the process. The grease spread everywhere, and all the books that Shu Wanjuan released were soaked in the grease, turning into a blur of ink.

These books contained Shu Wanjuan's means of making a living, so he naturally could not squander them. He immediately changed his tactics, pulled out an inkstone from his sleeve, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

I wrote several times, but no matter whether I wrote on the ground or on the wall, the words could not take shape. Even if I wrote in the air, they would turn into a ball of ink.

This time, Zhong Er understood clearly that the ink could not stick in the oil stain and he could not write. He had encountered this kind of situation when he was taking notes before.

Shu Wanjuan was unable to write, so he just said, "Greasy and dirty, how shameful, when..."

Zhong Er couldn't hear clearly what Shu Wanjuan said. The grease in the room was rolling and vibrating, making it impossible for Shu Wanjuan's voice to be transmitted normally.

But the voice of the small-faced man was very clear. He was talking to Zhong Er: "Remember, although it is good to have the first move, you can't grab too much, especially when facing an opponent like Shu Wanjuan. Grab seven points and keep three points. The chances of winning are greater."

Although Bian Bu had made sufficient preparations beforehand, he just sat on the bed without moving, leaving the three-pointer to Shu Wanjuan.

When fighting with Shu Wanjuan, he was not shy and did not forget to teach Zhong Er a lesson. This was obviously a provocation.

But Shu Wanjuan was not annoyed at all. His writing was not working, his speaking was not working, and the ready-made books were not working, but he had a backup plan.

He took out a scroll of bamboo slips from his arms.

Bamboo slips will not become transparent because of being stained with oil, and the writing on the bamboo slips will not become blurred because of being stained with oil.

The words fell off the bamboo slips one by one and walked towards the face.

He would not act rashly, but if he did, he would succeed. Shu Wanjuan was confident that he could subdue the tough guy with this scroll of bamboo slips.

The face was not big and he shouted at the middle school student, "Get away!"

Zhong Er immediately stepped back, and with a straight face, he did something that Shu Wanjuan couldn't understand in any way.

He pushed over the oil lamp beside the bed.

The room was full of oil, which caught fire and caught fire immediately.

The fire followed the path of the oil and burned towards Shu Wanjuan's bamboo slips. Shu Wanjuan was unable to dodge and the bamboo slips were burned to ashes on the spot.

"What kind of fighting method is this?" Shu Wanjuan shook his head. "If you injure 800 enemies, you will lose 10,000 of your own. If the oil is burned out, what else can you use to fight?"

This is true. The reason why Lian Bu was able to hold out against Shu Wanjuan until now was because of his oil. It is obviously not cost-effective to use up all the oil for a roll of bamboo slips.

Shu Wanjuan just had to wait until the oil in his face dried up, and then he would be sure of victory!

His face was not big and he was not worried. He was still sitting on the bed with a quilt on his head: "I have plenty of oil, let's burn it and watch."

Shu Wanjuan didn't quite understand. Who was he showing this to?
……

The peddler stood on the clouds, looking at the fire under the clouds.

"I caught it!" The peddler pushed the truck with a smile on his face, and jumped off the clouds.

The fire was meant for the peddler to see. If the peddler could see it, he would come down and take Shu Wanjuan away. If the peddler couldn't see it, he would fight with Shu Wanjuan to the end.

The peddler landed in a deep alley, one street away from the small house. The bottle of vanishing cream on his cart suddenly overturned, and the white vanishing cream spilled all over the container.

He didn't rush to help because this situation was very abnormal.

Using the peeping skill to take a closer look, he found that a foxtail grass had grown under the bottle of vanishing cream.

How come grass grows on a truck?
An old friend is coming.

The peddler's eyes trembled slightly, he wanted to know why these old friends came by such a coincidence!

"Lian Baizi, when did you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance?" The peddler didn't touch the grass and looked deep into the alley.

The foxtail grass on the truck grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it grew from tender buds to ears and then to full of grass seeds.

The grass seeds broke away from the grass ears and flew towards the peddler.

The peddler dodged with a quick step and avoided the grass seeds.

The weeds on both sides of the road stretched out their roots to trip over the peddler's ankles.

The grass seeds were thrown very fast and could not hit the peddler. After going around half a circle, he could continue to chase him.

The roots on the ground were wrapped around the peddler's ankles very accurately. If the peddler was a little slower, he would be tripped and fall to the ground.

These weeds are chasing so closely, it seems that it is not the work of Lian Baizi alone, so who else could it be?
call!
A gust of night wind blew, the old poplar trees in the alley rustled, and a large number of leaves flew over.

The leaves surrounded the peddler and flew back and forth. A few leaves passed through his body, but he avoided them with his free and easy skills.

A branch flew towards the peddler's face. The peddler wanted to catch it with his hand to check the quality of the branch, but someone got there first and caught it.

"Brother, you have to be careful. This branch is very fierce. If it hits you, you will be fatal." The person who caught the branch was a woman in her early thirties, with a round face, big eyes, and thick lips. She looked like a good wife and mother.

The branch was really fierce, and it pierced the woman's palm. The woman said coquettishly, "Brother, I blocked it for you, you have to appreciate it."

The peddler looked at the woman and said, "Xianyao, I really don't want to accept your kindness."

Song Xianyao said with a wronged look on his face: "Brother, she got hurt for you, don't you feel sorry for her?"

One has to feel sorry for it even if he doesn't want to. This woman has invested a lot of money, and she has already mastered the Feng Xiu technique.

The peddler nodded and said, "I find it strange too. How could a branch hurt you? It turns out Shan Chengjun is here too."

Shan Chengjun squatted on the poplar tree and smiled at the peddler: "I didn't come here for you. The emperor asked me to do something else, but I felt that as long as you were alive, nothing I could do would go smoothly, so I came to see you."

The peddler was not happy: "Just stopping by to take a look? You are not using the right etiquette."

"How can I be unceremonious with you!" Shan Chengjun pulled a handful of leaves and gently scattered them. "A lot of people came today, all of them came to see you."

PS: I had a wisdom tooth pulled out, had my gums cut, had a piece of jawbone cut, and had several stitches. I am shivering with pain right now. I wanted to take a day off today, but I felt sorry for all my readers. I revised this chapter over and over again, and the quality is absolutely perfect. It is a little short, so please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)