Cultivate by farming, cultivate by having fun, cultivate by eating, cultivate by traveling, and cultivate by staying at home.
Li Banfeng had never heard of these terms.
Now he needs to make a choice.
Monkey Qiu put Li Banfeng down and let him lean against the tree, half lying down: "He can't move now, give him a bowl of soul-restoring soup first."
"Give?" The peddler shook his head. "I don't give it away for free."
Monkey Qiu touched the inside pocket of his suit and said, "I'll pay for the soup. I didn't bring much cash today, so I'll owe you the money first."
The peddler took out a clay pot from the bottom of the wooden cabinet, added herbs and water, lit a charcoal fire and started to cook the soup.
"Monkey Qiu, what's your relationship with this kid? Why are you so nice to him?" The peddler took a fan and fanned the charcoal fire slowly.
"He gave it to me to eat." Monkey Qiu answered simply.
The peddler asked again, "Who will pay for the entry-level medicine powder?"
Monkey Qiu said: "I'm out, it doesn't matter which sect he chooses."
After saying that, Monkey Qiu took out a left hand from his pocket, a half-eaten left hand.
It turned out to be him!
Li Banfeng suddenly realized that the man named Monkey Qiu was the one who asked him for food on the train.
At that time, the man's voice was so low that Li Banfeng could not distinguish the tone.
Li Banfeng gave him two boxes of instant noodles, but he didn't expect that this man would save Li Banfeng's life.
"Do you have any medicine? Help me reconnect my hand." Monkey Qiu handed his left hand to the peddler.
After looking at the condition of the left hand, the peddler didn't want to intervene: "Isn't the miracle doctor in Yaowanggou familiar to you? Ask him to take it. He has great skills."
Monkey Qiu had originally planned to ask the miracle doctor to take over, but since he met the peddler, he didn't want to owe the miracle doctor a favor.
It’s not easy to repay favors, and the peddler’s price is fair.
Monkey Qiu smiled and said, "Since we are already here, I might as well look for you."
"Your hand is in such a state, and you still have to come to me!" The peddler complained while searching for plasters in the cabinet: "How much plaster will it take? Next time, tell your wife to just eat some meat to trick her stomach, and don't eat the tendons..."
Li Banfeng was half lying under the tree, watching the peddler take out some plasters.
Monkey Qiu took out his left hand from his trouser pocket for the first time.
To be precise, he had no left hand, and what was in his trouser pocket was only a bare left wrist.
"You align yourself first!" The peddler put the plaster on the fire to roast. Monkey Qiu held his left hand with his right hand and aligned the broken wrist with it.
After the plaster was baked, the peddler came forward and wrapped a few pieces of plaster around the broken wrist, wrapping it in several layers, just like using tape to stick his hand to his wrist.
Stuck?
Will this work?
Although Li Banfeng experienced many incredible scenes along the way, he still thought it was too trivial to deal with a severed hand in this way.
If you want to stick your hands together, you have to at least put some saliva on them!
This also made Li Banfeng worried about his condition. He could now breathe four or five times a minute, and his heart beat more than twenty times.
Wait, Monkey Qiu’s little finger seemed to move.
Am I seeing things?
I didn't see any flowers.
Not only the little finger, but all five fingers of Monkey Qiu, including the ring finger of which only bones were left, were moving slightly.
It’s really connected!
"It's just been connected, don't move it in a hurry!" The peddler reminded him, and then took some medicine powder and applied it on Monkey Qiu's left hand, and then wrapped his left hand tightly with gauze.
"Don't get wet for ten days, and don't remove the plaster for a month. When we meet next month, remember to bring money so we can settle the bill!"
Monkey Qiu nodded when he heard this, got on the rickshaw and left.
He's gone!
What should I do?
Li Banfeng looked at the peddler anxiously.
The peddler looked at the heat, picked up a rag, put it on his hands, took the casserole off the charcoal fire, and poured the medicine into the bowl.
"Little brother, take your medicine." The peddler took out a funnel and stuffed it into Li Banfeng's mouth. He held the funnel with one hand and poured the medicine into him with the other hand.
A warm current surged in Li Banfeng's stomach. Li Banfeng felt his eyelids heavy and fell asleep soon.
An hour later, Li Banfeng opened his eyes and was able to move his body again.
The peddler was busy with his business, and a young man of eighteen or nineteen was buying medicinal powder.
The young man was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed about 170 pounds, with a face as round as his body.
He narrowed his eyes and made his choice solemnly.
"Food repair! I choose!"
"Okay!" The peddler waved his hand and opened a drawer on the upper layer of the container. He scooped out a small spoonful of medicine powder with a unique small wooden spoon, put it on a piece of kraft paper, wrapped it up, and handed it to Xiaopang.
Xiaopang handed over 60,000 Huan Guo notes to the peddler, opened the medicine powder and was about to put it into his mouth when the peddler shouted, "Wait!"
Xiao Pang glared at him and said, "What are you doing? I've already paid you! Do you still want to raise the price?"
The peddler looked at Xiaopang and did not respond.
Behind Xiao Pang stood a well-dressed man who was also here to buy medicine powder. He smiled at Xiao Pang and said, "You really don't know anything. The peddler is here to save you!"
The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a top hat, a suit, a vest over his shirt, and a tie. He was handsome and was followed by five followers and a coachman. It was obvious that he was an unusual person.
Xiao Pang turned around and said, "I paid, why can't you let me take the medicine?"
The man looked at the fat boy with disdain: "Can you take this medicine? This is a guiding medicine that was prepared by several generations of sages with countless efforts. The medicinal properties are extremely strong. If you take it like this, won't your intestines be ruptured?"
The peddler packed up his cabinet and said, "This medicine is for applying on the body, not for eating."
Xiao Pang was stunned, holding the medicine bag and asked, "Where should I apply it?"
The peddler said, "As long as it gets on the skin, you can rub it anywhere, it's up to you."
The well-dressed man behind him reminded him, "Choose a thick area, this medicine hurts.
I saw a sister who applied medicine on her plump peaches. Her peaches were more than a foot thick, but she still felt so painful that she couldn’t walk! "
"I'm not afraid of the pain!" Xiaopang disdained the clothes, exposing his snow-white belly, and said to the peddler, "Apply this, and it will be a layer of food repair!"
The peddler shook his head: "You misunderstood again. This medicine powder can only bring you to the entry level, not to the higher level."
Xiao Pang said angrily: "Isn't this a lie? Such expensive medicine can't even reach the first floor?"
The peddler closed the drawer and didn't want to explain.
The rich man behind him became impatient: "If you don't understand anything, just ask someone who knows, don't embarrass yourself here!
This is just the entry-level powder. It’s not that easy to get to the next level. You have to pass the first level!”
Xiaopang looked puzzled: "What level?"
The rich man couldn't remember clearly: "Shi Xiu, it seems that I need to eat more..."
The peddler said, "You need to go to the first floor to eat food. You need to eat 20 kilograms of food at a time."
"Twenty kilograms..." Xiaopang was a little nervous, "How long is one time? Eating for one day also counts as one time, right?"
The peddler shook his head: "What are you thinking? One time is only one hour. After one hour, it will not count."
Upon hearing this, Xiaopang was in trouble. How could he eat 20 kilograms of food in an hour?
Seeing that Xiaopang didn't say anything for a long time, the peddler waved his hand, and the 60,000 yuan appeared in his hand again.
"If you regret it now, it's not too late. I'll return the money to you."
Xiaopang gritted his teeth and patted the powder on his belly.
The powder quickly disappeared when it came into contact with the skin. Xiaopang's face turned blue. He staggered to the tree and sat next to Li Banfeng.
"It hurts, it really hurts!"
"How painful is it?" Li Banfeng asked curiously.
"It hurts more than being burned by fire. I can't take it anymore!" The skin on Xiaopang's face was shaking with pain.
The rich man looked at the painful little fat boy with a complicated expression on his face.
"It's going to hurt anyway, come on!" The rich man approached the peddler, "I want Huan Xiu's powder."
The peddler looked at the wealthy man and asked, "You don't look like someone who needs money, so why do you want to go through the Huanxiu Gate?"
The rich man said, "This is the path that suits my heart best."
The peddler smiled and said, "Isn't it good to build a house and cultivate yourself while lying at home?"
The rich man shook his head: "I can't stay here, I won't say any more, I'm going to practice happily!"
The peddler said, "Let me remind you that to reach the next level, you must practice ten times a day without interruption. You must persist for two months before you can reach the first level."
Ten times a day?
Li Banfeng was dumbfounded!
What is this going to do?
It's not what I thought, is it?
Two months, ten times a day!
This rich young man is so tough!
"I know the rules!" The rich man asked his men to bring 50,000 Huanguo banknotes and handed them to the peddler. The peddler took the money, wrapped a bag of medicine powder and gave it to the rich man.
An attendant said beside him: "Master, apply it on the peach, this medicine really hurts!"
The rich man snorted and said, "Take off your pants in front of so many people, who do you think I am?"
The rich man unbuttoned his collar and patted the powder on his chest.
As soon as the powder entered his flesh, the rich man's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Several followers came forward to support him, but the rich man waved his hand and said, "No need for you, I can stand."
He stumbled to the tree and sat down next to Li Banfeng. Although he was sweating profusely, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Li Banfeng was puzzled: "My dear friends, if this medicine is so painful, why don't you wait until you get home to apply it? It would be better if someone could take care of you."
Xiaopang recovered a lot. Seeing that there were people who were more ignorant than him, he felt so superior that he couldn't help laughing:
"How come you don't know anything? This is the peddler's rule.
If you buy entry-level medicine from the peddler, you must take it in front of the peddler and leave only if there is no abnormality within half an hour. Otherwise, the peddler will not be responsible if something goes wrong."
The rich man looked at Li Banfeng's clothes and asked, enduring the severe pain: "My friend, the clothes you are wearing don't look like you are from our place, do you?"
Xiao Pang also looked at him in surprise: "Did you get off the train? I heard that those who got off that train were all people who had been to the Nine Heavens Fairyland!"
The rich man shook his head and said, "It's not the Nine Heavens Fairyland, it's someone from another state. I have never been to another state, but someone in my family has been there.
My last name is Ma, and I am the fifth child in my family. People I know call me Ma Wu. What do you two call me?"
This young master comes from a wealthy family, but he is not arrogant.
Xiao Pang clasped his fists and said, "My last name is Qin, and I am the ninth child in my family. People I know call me Qin Xiao Pang."
Qin Xiaopang?
Does this have anything to do with being the ninth child?
Li Banfeng said: "My last name is Li, and I am the seventh child in my family. People I know call me Li Qi."
"Five, seven, and nine?" Ma Wu was stunned for a moment.
Qin Xiaopang smiled and said, "The odd numbers in a row, this can also be considered a fate!"
Perhaps it was because of this fate that Ma Wu took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Brother Li, which sect did you choose?"
"Taoism?" Li Banfeng didn't quite understand.
Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, then he understood Li Banfeng's confusion: "I remember that in other states, the path of cultivation is not called Taoism, but profession. People who practice cultivation are not called cultivators, but dark energy practitioners."
Dark energy!
Li Banfeng had heard of this concept before. Those people from the Dark Star Bureau who were chasing him were all dark energy users.
That big-eyed guy is covered in oil. What is his occupation?
It should be food repair, right?
It must be because he ate a lot of oil beforehand, so his body was covered in oil.
He Jiaqing is likely to be a dark power user as well.
He can monitor remotely, what is his occupation?
It turns out that the so-called entry is to become a dark energy user.
The peddler in front of me is selling potions that can help one become a dark power user.
It seems that he not only sells medicines, he also sells daily necessities.
An old man came to him to buy candles.
A child came to him to buy rock candy.
There was also a woman who brought her own porcelain bottle to him to buy cold cream. The woman gave him a silver dollar. The peddler checked it and filled a large spoonful for the woman.
While the peddler was busy with his business, Ma Wu asked again, "Brother Li, which profession did you choose?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Ma Wu took the kettle from his attendant and took a sip. When the pain eased a little, he advised Li Banfeng:
"If you haven't made up your mind, don't act rashly. The peddler brought five kinds of medicinal powder. If you don't like any of them, just wait until next time. Once the Taoist sect has chosen you, there will be no regrets."
Li Banfeng was even more surprised: "Apart from these five Dao sects, are there any other options? "
"Yes!" Qin Xiaopang's expression was slightly excited. "Literary cultivation, martial cultivation, poison cultivation, medicine cultivation, peeping cultivation, mind cultivation, insect cultivation, grass cultivation, tobacco cultivation, wine cultivation, love cultivation, sleep cultivation... There are hundreds of ways in the world, and tens of thousands of cultivations in the world!"
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