Li Banfeng walked around his own land and saw that Zhang Wanlong had built a village covering an area of three miles in radius, with crops growing in fields and farmhouses arranged in rows.

It was reasonable to grow so many crops, but what was the point of building so many farmhouses? Aren't there only him and Genzi living here?

Li Banfeng entered the field and walked along the country road. He saw many farmers working in the fields and chatting on the roadside.

A man was chopping wood in his yard, and a woman, who appeared to be his wife, was washing rice nearby.

Li Banfeng activated his Baiwei Linglong technique and sniffed the scent at the gate of the courtyard.

This couple exudes a spicy and sweet aroma, and is like a pair of radishes.

An old man was coming towards us, driving a ox cart. The cart was full of potatoes, emitting the unique fishy smell of soil.

As they passed each other, the old man smiled at Li Banfeng. He, his cow, and the smell of potatoes were exactly the same.

There were several women washing clothes with mallets by the river, some were wiping their sweat, some were chatting, and some were playing. Ordinary people could not tell that these women were zucchini.

There was a young man in the field, busy working with seven buckets on his back and a spoon in his hand.

What is this crop becoming?

Li Banfeng didn't dare to hear more. He immediately turned off his Baiwei Linglong skill and walked up.

"root."

Seeing Li Banfeng, Xiao Genzi was surprised and said, "Seventh Master, when did you come?"

"I just got here and was just taking a look around. You have two more buckets on you. Is this a promotion?" In the past, Genzi usually carried five buckets on his body.

Genzi nodded and said, "Seventh Master, I have reached the third level of cultivation."

"Good job!" Li Banfeng praised and gave Genzi two Xuanchidan. He looked at the farmers busy in the fields and asked, "Are these all grown by Zhang Wanlong?"

Genzi nodded: "Brother Zhang is very capable. I have learned a lot of skills from him."

“Why did you build so many houses?”

"Brother Zhang said that what he grew was a human being, and he should live like a human being!"

Li Banfeng smiled, guessing that this was Zhang Wanlong's defense method. If someone invaded the village, it would be difficult to distinguish the true identities of these villagers, and they would definitely suffer losses.

After chatting with Genzi for a while, Li Banfeng was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and asked, "Genzi, where did the bucket on you come from?"

The bucket he carried with him was not something you could find everywhere. In Li Banfeng's impression, it was only available from peddlers.

Genzi answered truthfully, "I bought it from the peddler. He came here just two days ago."

Has the peddler been here?

Li Banfeng was stunned: "He comes here to do business?"

Genzi nodded and said, "The peddler said he comes here often, and he is friends with the local god."

Li Banfeng shuddered.

Are the peddler and the mountain owner friends?

Does he know that Master Bashan is gone?

"Did the peddler ask anything else?"

Genzi thought for a moment and said, "He didn't ask me much about my affairs. He gave me some medicine, saying it was for killing insects, and asked me to pass it on to Brother Zhang."

"He knew Zhang Wanlong was here? Why didn't he hand it over to Zhang Wanlong himself?"

Genzi said, "The day before the peddler came, I don't know where Brother Zhang went to hide. He seemed not to want to see the peddler.

When he saw the powder the peddler gave him, Brother Zhang was in a good mood and said he didn’t need to hide from the peddler anymore.

Li Banfeng recognized this powder. In Haichiling, a peddler once gave this powder to villagers to get rid of insects.

It seems that the peddler has a positive attitude towards what Zhang Wanlong did.

Genzi asked, "Seventh Master, do you want to find Brother Zhang? I'll take you there. He should be at home preparing seeds at this time."

Li Banfeng arrived at Zhang Wanlong's residence, chatted with him for a while, and bought two more bags of seeds from him.

After leaving Zhang Wanlong's land, Li Banfeng went all the way to Bei Wushuang's territory. He first went to the cave and found Tianquan Huantu.

Suishenju would buy what he liked if he saw it. Li Banfeng hoped that he would buy more and build a few more stations.

After staying in the cave for a while, the gloves came out of Li Banfeng's pocket: "Boss, our old man should have taken action, but he can't take too much this time."

"Why? Is he ashamed?"

Gloves shook his finger and said, "Why should you be ashamed? That old man is not a man of shame. The key is that there is not much land left here."

"Who said there aren't many left? Aren't they everywhere?" Li Banfeng grabbed the wall of the cave and made a hole in it.

The soil around it looks intact, but in fact it is only a thin layer on the surface, and the inside is hollowed out.

Gloves said to Li Banfeng, "Boss, you've seen it too. Our old man was very steady when he took action. He stole almost everything, but he didn't let you see it on the surface."

You don’t even have Bei Wushuang anymore, so who are you still hiding it from?

Li Banfeng took a bag and collected all the dirt on the surface. Even if it was not enough to make the journey by train, he would take it back and eat it himself, so that he could love his wife well in the future.

After the soil on the surface was collected, the entire cave expanded several meters in all directions. There was no soil around it, only blue-black rocks, which were scraped clean.

Back at Suishenju, Li Banfeng asked directly: "How much did you take this time?"

Suishenju snorted coldly: "I didn't take anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, some dirt leaked out of the third room.

Gloves snorted coldly: "The old man is so noble."

Li Banfeng opened the third room and looked around: "Is this soil enough to build a station?"

Suishenju roughly calculated: "It's barely enough. Where do you want to build the station?"

Li Banfeng wanted to build the station on the land covered with fallen leaves in autumn, not only to take care of the current land reclamation operation, but also to prepare for future events.

He opened up a large number of plots of land in Qiu Luoye's territory. He was the landlord and all these plots of land belonged to him. In addition to Li Banfeng's own plots of land, the land of Qiu Luoye had become one of Li Banfeng's most important foundations.

Now we need to consider where to build the station.

This place must be absolutely hidden. Even if Li Banfeng is not here, ordinary people cannot get close to it easily.

Suishenju gave a hint: "Bei Wushuang's residence is very special. You can go and take a look and learn his craftsmanship."

Bei Wushuang has been dead for so long, Pan Dehai must be gone.

Li Banfeng came to the sand pit in the desert and saw that the wreckage of Bei Wushuang had disappeared, and the several sand holes that had appeared in the sand pit before had also disappeared.

Such a residence is indeed hidden and very suitable for building a station.

But the question is how can he get into Bei Wushuang's residence?

According to the battle between Bei Wushuang, Gao Shuxia and Baimuyu at that time, Bei Wushuang formed a piece of music with footsteps and howls, and then opened the entrance to the residence.

Li Banfeng obviously didn't have the ability to do so. He returned to Suishenju and said, "If I want to enter his residence, I need my wife to help me."

Suishenju refused: "I said before that this kind of thing will not happen again."

The record player said, "My husband, I'll teach you something. Try it and see if it works."

Li Banfeng shook his head: "Bei Wushuang has a high level of cultivation. The skills I have learned now will definitely not be able to open his door. If my wife doesn't go, our trip will be in vain."

After much hesitation, Suishenju finally agreed to Li Banfeng's request, but the rules remained unchanged: the record player could not take its combat power out.

Li Banfeng came to the sand pit with the record player. His wife turned the speaker and looked around.

Woo~

A low humming sounded, and the yellow sand on the ground vibrated slightly. The woman analyzed the underground structure through the feedback of the yellow sand.

Dongdong~

The drumbeats began, and she was imitating Bei Wushuang's footsteps.

Ta-la-ba-ba~

The sound of suona then rang out, and the woman was imitating Bei Wushuang's calls.

After a piece of music, the quicksand on the ground began to spin rapidly, and a sand hole slowly reappeared.

"Strange," the record player murmured, "It shouldn't be this easy. Why does this technique look so familiar?"

Li Banfeng was surprised and asked, "Isn't Bei Wushuang a sound cultivator? Aren't the techniques of sound cultivators the same? Hasn't my wife always been familiar with the techniques of sound cultivators?"

"My husband, there are some special features of the Taoism of voice cultivation. Everyone has a different voice, and the techniques will vary. I am very familiar with the technique of Bei Wushuang, but I really can't remember knowing this person before."

Bei Wushuang is already dead, and even his body was not brought back, so it is difficult to verify this matter.

"Let's go into his house and take a look. Maybe we can find some clues." Li Banfeng looked at Shayan and said, "Is this the entrance?"

The wife warned: "My husband, be careful, there are dozens of entrances in this sand pit, most of which lead to traps.

The place that the little slave opened should lead to his residence, but his residence is strange, and it is hard to say what kind of layout there is in the hall. "

Li Banfeng increased his vigilance and entered the trachoma while holding his wife in his arms. Pieces of fine sand blew in his face and almost entered his ears, mouth and nose.

Li Banfeng used the technique of cutting off the path to clear the way to force back the fine sand, and followed the sand holes all the way to the hall.

The hall was pitch black. Li Banfeng struck a match and got a rough idea of the layout of the room.

It is about ten meters long and wide, with a ceiling less than two meters high. It is a fairly spacious but somewhat depressing hall.

Woohoo!

The lady uttered another low moan.

A door appeared on each of the surrounding walls.

The record player was more and more surprised: "My husband, I don't know who this Bei Wushuang learned from. His technique is really too similar to my little slave's."

"Don't be ridiculous. How can his camel-like voice be similar to my wife's?" Li Banfeng looked around and said, "Where do these four doors lead to?"

"Each of the four doors leads to a room. It's okay for you to open the door and take a look, but be careful of the traps."

Li Banfeng first opened the nearest door. Behind the door was a small room filled with gold bars and some silver dollars scattered around.

"Vulgar!" Li Banfeng sneered and moved all the things in the room into his residence.

Opening the second door, the room was very spacious. It was Bei Wushuang's bedroom. There was a very wide bed. The light yellow bedspread and bed curtains felt very delicate. The bed curtains were painted in complicated patterns, as if recording the story of a camel caravan traveling far away for business.

Li Banfeng didn't look closely at the bed curtain, he tried the touch of the bed.

This bed is so soft!

Li Banfeng put the record player on the bed: "My dear, is it comfortable to sleep on this?"

The record player snorted and said, "Are you mocking me, my lord?"

"I want to move this bed back and put my wife on it."

The record player chuckled. Li Banfeng was not joking. He really lifted the bed up.

The bed was too big to fit into the door. Seeing that Li Banfeng was serious, the rapper quickly took out his tools and dismantled the bed in a few seconds. Li Banfeng reassembled the parts and sent them back to the room together with the bedspread and bed curtains.

After pushing open the third door, there was an empty room behind it. Li Banfeng was about to walk in when he suddenly felt that danger was approaching.

He doesn't come into this room anymore.

If I'm not mistaken, this room should be where Bei Wushuang hid the contract book, and there should be many traps set up inside.

Behind the fourth door, there are many musical instruments, including huqin, pipa, guzheng, yangqin, suona, gongs and drums... and a sword.

It looks a bit out of place to put a sword among a pile of musical instruments.

Thinking about Bei Wushuang's appearance, a camel doesn't seem to be suitable for using a flexible weapon like a sword.

The lady in my arms suddenly shivered.

She understood why Bei Wushuang's techniques were similar to hers, because there were many techniques that Bei Wushuang learned from here!

Seeing his wife trembling in his arms, Li Banfeng asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"

"My dear, I like all the things in this room."

Li Banfeng ignored the fact that his wife likes musical instruments. If he had known earlier, he would have bought more for her.

He entered the room and found no trap, so he moved all the musical instruments back into the house.

The lady then said, "My husband, I like that sword very much, too."

Madam, you like swords?

As a record player, isn’t it a bit difficult to do something like sword dancing?

If my wife likes it, just take it back. Li Banfeng took the sword back to his residence.

There was a large wooden cabinet in the room. Li Banfeng opened it and smiled.

The cabinet contains the deeds.

These were not deeds to the local gods, but rather strange deeds to the land. The entire cabinet was filled with deeds.

Li Banfeng packed up the deeds and took them back to his residence. All these strange things belonged to him!

After moving the cabinet back to Suishenju, Li Banfeng asked, "Did you see his residence clearly?"

Suishenju said: "You haven't walked all over his house, but other places may not be easy to walk to."

The record player said, "It's not easy to walk. There are traps in many places."

Suishenju said to the record player: "Forget it, I have learned almost all the techniques. Even if I have missed some, you should have learned them. Take your man out first."

The record player played another piece of music, and sand holes appeared on the ceiling of the hall.

Li Banfeng jumped into the sand eye. Walking up was more difficult than walking down, but it was nothing for Lu Xiu's pace.

After crawling out of the sand hole, Li Banfeng sent his wife back to his residence, took out a stack of deeds from the cabinet, took a group of magic weapons, and went to look for the monsters in Bei Wushuang's territory.

As soon as Li Banfeng left, the record player pulled out the long sword and pointed it at Hong Ying's forehead: "Bitch, do you still recognize this sword?"

There were traces of dried blood on the blade, and one could faintly smell a fishy smell.

Hong Ying smiled: "Yes, this is my sword, the one I used to kill you!"

"Bitch!" The record player's voice was trembling. "I'm going to chop off your head right now!"

"Come on," Hong Ying stretched out the gun, "Cut me and we'll be even now!"

PS: How did this sword end up on Bei Wushuang’s back?

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