The bitter old woman appeared in front of Shu Wanjuan. She was still dressed the same way, with a scarf and coarse cloth clothes, and was covered tightly from head to toe.
Shu Wanjuan stared at the bitter old woman, looking her up and down several times: "You haven't changed in all these years."
The bitter old woman also stared at Shu Wanjuan for a moment: "You have changed a lot. When I first saw you, you looked like a storyteller in a teahouse, but now you look like a teacher in a private school."
Shu Wanjuan straightened his gown and took out a fan: "I also do storytelling for a living. Take off these glasses, hold a wake-up stick, and it's not a problem to make one or two taels of silver a day. Come to Chaoge and sit for a while some other day. I'll give you a private show in the teahouse."
The bitter old woman waved her hands and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am too stubborn to kneel down when I see your saint. I am afraid I cannot go to Chaoge."
Shu Wanjuan shook his sleeves and said, "Don't try to say nice things. How much better can you be than a saint? Aren't there many people in Kucai Village who kneel down to you? They kneel down to you, aren't they also trying to make a living?"
The bitter old woman shook her head and said, "I didn't force anyone to kneel down, and I didn't force anyone to come to Kucai Village."
Shu Wanjuan smiled and said, "But you force people to suffer. No matter whether they study literature or martial arts, or do business or perform arts, they are all guilty in your eyes and have to suffer. After suffering, they have to be grateful to you."
The bitter old woman asked: "Will I not suffer if I follow the imperial court?"
Shu Wanjuan said: "Following the imperial court also requires suffering, but there is a limit to the suffering. It's not like in Kucai Village, where so many people suffered to death without ever tasting a single sweetness."
The bitter old woman sneered: "Then why do you always follow the court? Why did you follow the peddler in the first place?"
Shu Wanjuan spoke very frankly: "After learning the arts of literature and martial arts, I have always wanted to serve the imperial family. However, the previous imperial court did not value talents, so I wanted to change the imperial court.
Who could have thought that the peddler didn't want to be the emperor? If the emperor was gone, how could there be a court? I went through life and death with him, and in the end, I only got silver. Did you really think I was working for him?"
The bitter old woman really wanted to talk about this matter: "Aren't you working for the court now?"
Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "This is different. The court gave me a title, which is much more important than money.
In my fiefdom, I have the final say over life and death, and no matter if they are slaves, common people, scholars, or even high officials, they all have to kneel before me in a proper manner."
The bitter old woman laughed: "When we were fighting, you were able to charge into battle and give advice. You did so many things for the peddler, but it was just for this?"
Shu Wanjuan did not hide it at all: "What's wrong with doing this? Is there anything wrong with that? Why do people learn so many abilities and skills in their lifetime? Isn't it just to become a superior person?
What was the purpose of what you did in Kucai Village? Mixing sand into good rice, isn't that immoral? Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best, you often say this, right?"
The bitter old woman sighed and said, "You are so eloquent that I cannot defeat you. I am afraid you will never be able to finish talking about these messed up theories even if you talk for three days and three nights."
Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "This is not a perverted theory, it is the right theory. Let alone three days and three nights, this has been said for thousands of years in various places in the world, and there are countless different interpretations, but it is still the right theory!
A superior person should act like a superior person. Who is a peddler? Why does he want to change the truth that has been passed down for thousands of years? Ask if there is anyone in this world who believes in his nonsense.
The bitter old woman laughed and said, "Why don't you say this to his face?"
Shu Wanjuan looked calm: "I can't say this to his face, because I can't beat him! I don't believe in the peddler's logic, but I believe in his fists. Don't you think the same way?"
As he spoke, Shu Wanjuan looked at He Jiaqing: "You are a smart young man. You know what is right and you know how to change the right to deceive others into working for you by pretending to be brothers and sisters. To put it bluntly, don't you still want to be a saint?"
He Jiaqing said nothing, and the bitter old woman said, "I want to save this man's life. For the sake of our friendship, can you please give me some face?"
Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "That won't work unless he returns what he stole."
He Jiaqing was surprised and asked: "What did I steal?"
"The contract!" Shu Wanjuan frowned and said, "It's already this late, and you're still pretending to be confused?"
He Jiaqing really refused to admit it: "Catch the thief and seize the stolen goods. I don't have any deed in my hand."
Shu Wanjuan laughed: "Child, who told you that catching a thief and taking the stolen goods is the right thing to do? Are you laughing at Lao Qian? He deceived you. If we really want to catch a thief, we don't need to take the stolen goods. If we say you are a thief, then you are a thief."
He Jiaqing frowned and said, "Li Qi also stole the deed and gave it to Gu Wuyan. He was caught red-handed. Why didn't you arrest him?"
Shu Wanjuan said with a serious expression: "Although Li Qi stole the deed, he is not a thief!"
"Why not?"
Shu Wanjuan said: "Because he is a prince! It is not illegal for a prince to steal things, so how can he be a thief?"
He Jiaqing sneered, "Senior, you have read many books of sages, but haven't you heard that a prince who breaks the law is punished the same as a commoner?"
Shu Wanjuan laughed and sighed: "Young man, are you kidding me? Why should a prince be guilty of the same crime as a commoner? You are not taking this nonsense seriously, are you?"
The bitter old woman said, "I won't grind my teeth anymore. I just want to save this person."
Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "Then I'll tell you the truth, you can't protect this person!"
The bitter old woman waved her hand and flames started burning on her body.
Shu Wanjuan's body was on fire at the same time, and the ink was evaporated and turned into black smoke that floated in the air.
The real Shu Wanjuan was still standing by the river. Grandma Ku could tell that the person by the river was indeed Shu Wanjuan's real body.
The bitter old woman cut herself with a knife, and ink flowed out of Shu Wanjuan's body, and his figure scattered on the ground.
This is still ink.
When I looked again, Qiu Sandao was still standing by the river.
Lan Lin understood very well that the bitter old woman had not yet seen Qiu Sandao's true identity, but why was she still unable to recover after being hit by the technique?
The bitter mother-in-law was confused. That was Qiu Sandao's natural skill. As long as there was no text under my body, it could protect me from damage.
Lan Lin smiled at the bitter old woman and said, "You brought a few broken books with you today. Let's make a bet. Is it because there are few words under the books, or is it because he has a hard life?"
Reverse my luck and make the words under me inoperable?
It is useful. I may not have dozens of books, but tens of millions of words. The chance of all of them failing at the same time is very small. Even a miserable mother-in-law can do it.
The bitter old lady asked: "Can you let me go today no matter what?"
Qiu Sandao shook his head: "You still say the same thing. As long as I return the stolen contract, you can't spare my life. The local god of Xindi was not originally a minister of Xiaoshang. The minister has no seven hearts and should be killed.
But Shu Wanjuan was a minister of a small business, at least a thief. Killing a thief is not a big deal, but the things he stole must be taken back.
As long as you achieve that, even if you return to Chaoge without explanation, whether Shu Wanjuan lives or dies will have nothing to do with you."
The bitter mother-in-law looked at Shu Wanjuan.
Shu Wanjuan said fiercely: "You have taken our contract, what did he ask you to give him?"
Qiu Sandao frowned slightly: "Thieves always remember to eat and be beaten, but he cried when he saw the coffin. That was his only chance to survive, did he know how to cherish it?"
The bitter old woman laughed and said, "You are still standing there. I don't have much chance of survival, do I?"
Qiu Sandao sighed: "We don't have a comradeship yet, but you can't stop him from squandering it. Does he really think he can beat you?"
"It's hard to say whether we can beat him, but you know how long he has been fighting." Granny Ku waved her hand, and the river beside Qiu Sandao suddenly turned red, and the water flowing outside the river was no longer water, but turned into magma.
The bitter old woman pulled Lan Lin to stand under the lava and said to Qiu Sandao: "Come, come and fight. Let's see how long it will take him to kill you.
He killed so few local gods, so the peddler came slowly. How long can he hold out?"
Shu Wanjuan's face was pale, his feet were stepping on the magma, it felt terrible, it was abnormal magma, and I had persisted for too long.
Qiu Sandao narrowed his eyes and looked at the seven people carelessly.
Killing Shu Wanjuan is difficult, but the poor mother-in-law does not have any natural skills, so it would be difficult for her to kill you in a short time.
And what Grandma Ku said was wrong. Lan Lin had to leave Pro Province before the peddler arrived.
After a long silence, Lan Lin did not make any move, and the bitter mother-in-law took Lan Lin away.
Watching the two people go away, Qiu Sandao smiled, my goal has been achieved.
Those who should be chased have been chased, those who should be beaten have been beaten, and those who should be said have not been vaguely said.
That was not the result I expected. Instead of fighting to the death with the bitter woman, I had no worse way to solve the problem.
After returning to the meeting hall, Qiu Sandao pulled two people out from the pile of dead bodies, one was Li Banfeng and the other was Chu Yaoxian. I left those two people behind on purpose because they were in a state of confusion. They dared to resist and also wanted to escape.
Lan Lin patted Li Banfeng on the forehead, said a few words to me, and then put me aside.
Then I came to Chu Yaoxian and comforted her: "Girl, is he okay from the fright?"
Chu Yaoxian trembled all over: "Young man, he spared your life, you know you are wrong."
Qiu Sandao smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you are here to save him. That is his territory. If anyone dares to kill him in his territory, it will certainly violate the peddler's rules."
Chu Yaoxian understood what that meant.
Does the person behind the eyes need to follow the peddler's rules?
Qiu Sandao explained: "You need to pay attention to the peddler's rules, but Lan Linpeng can disobey the peddler. I must abide by the rules, so I killed so many local gods, but I didn't kill him."
Chu Yaoxian became more sober after listening to this!
How did it become that Shu Wanjuan killed the local god?
Qiu Sandao repeated again: "It was not Shu Wanjuan who killed the local god. He must remember this. He is not clear at all."
Chu Yaoxian dared to agree, but you still have to see if you understand Qiu Sandao's intention.
Qiu Sandao said: "He may not have true feelings for Lan Lin, but I have no true feelings for him. I killed him only because I was afraid of being punished by the peddler."
Chu Yaoxian looked bewildered for a moment, and she felt as if she had been hit by some unfathomable technique.
You have indeed been hit by a technique, but it is not so profound. It is the most basic technique of literary cultivation, a technique that is as simple as speaking a word.
Qiu Sandao patted Chu Yaoxian's forehead and said, "Shu Wanjuan used him to gather those local gods together. He didn't want to kill us or occupy our territory. He asked me, I am in Shu Wanjuan's hands."
Chu Yaoxian looked at Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng said to Chu Yaoxian: "The local gods outside were all killed by Lan Lin, and Shu Wanjuan used Ku Hongying and Dao Hongying to kill them.
Will Lanlin feel miserable?
Li Banfeng said I can do it, so I definitely can do it.
Chu Yaoxian looked dully and nodded at Lan Linpeng.
Qiu Sandao said: "As for how Shu Wanjuan killed those local gods, you wrote it badly, so he has to read it carelessly."
I took out a piece of paper from my sleeve and pressed it under Chu Yaoxian's forehead.
Every word of the article drilled into Chu Yaoxian's mind. Chu Yaoxian nodded frequently: "Yes, it was Shu Wanjuan who killed them. Shu Wanjuan used Ku Hongying and Dao Hongying to kill them. These local gods originally came to hold a meeting, but we were not prepared at all and were killed by Shu Wanjuan..."
Lan Lin laughed: "You are wrong. Shu Wanjuan killed so many local gods, but I still violated the peddler's rules. What does he think the peddler will do to me?"
Chu Yaoxian shook her head and looked at Qiu Sandao with a confused look on her face.
Qiu Sandao sighed: "The peddler is happy. He can swallow both obvious and hidden losses, but he can't really swallow the silent loss."
Granny Ku and Lan Linpeng were planning to flee to Kucai Village. They were passing by the territory of Qian Xiangjun, a blade cultivator, and when they reached a forest, Shu Wanjuan suddenly stopped.
Although Shu Wanjuan was wounded in the chest by Qiu Sandao and his legs were burned by lava, he was still able to move.
I took out a dozen feathers from my bosom and threw them under Qian Xiangjun's territory.
The feathers fluttered in the wind, and the farthest ones floated to the edge of the woods and fell to the ground.
The bitter old woman knew that technique, that was stolen from Hong Ying, and if there was a treasure, it would fall.
“What is he going to do?”
Lan Lin said: "Youngster, please wait for a moment."
I lay on the ground and dug upwards along the place where the feather fell. I dug up many spiritual objects. Shu Wanjuan was disgusted by them and threw them aside.
After digging up the seventeenth feather, Shu Wanjuan finally found what he wanted, Qian Xiangjun's deed.
The bitter old woman was surprised and asked, "How did he know that Lan Lin's contract was outside that forest?"
Shu Wanjuan said: "You have been planning for that matter for almost ten years. You have been to all those places. You dare to say that you are sure to win, but you also dare to say that a small mistake is a big mistake."
The bitter old woman frowned and said, "It has come to that point, and he still wants to steal?"
Lan Lin said: "It's not that serious yet, why is it stealing?"
"Lan Lin won't be able to catch up with us."
"As long as you run slowly enough, I can definitely catch up with you." Lan Lin ran all the way to Zhuang Jiahan's territory.
Late at night, He Jiaqing retreated from the stairwell on the 18th floor and went down the stairs to the 17th floor.
The seventeenth floor is a floor I am relatively unfamiliar with, because there has never been a fake data room there.
The next time I came, I found the fake data room. I changed the route that time because I knew what effect it would have.
After opening the corridor door, a small iron door appeared at the back.
He Jiaqing smiled and saw the small iron door. It was much less damaged than the subsequent consequences. At most, the mystery of the stairwell had not been triggered yet.
The projector controlled the monitoring equipment, the gloves opened the door, and Lan Linpeng released Ban Fengyi: "Vanguard Army, attack!"
Ban Fengyi said angrily: "Are you going to go empty-handed?"
He Jiaqing wanted to give the sickle to Ban Fengyi, but he was worried that Ban Feng would lose the sickle when he came back.
I pulled out a dagger from my bosom, handed it to Ban Fengyi and said, "This is new from the Dark Star Bureau. You are willing to use it. Give it to him."
Ban Fengyi wanted to spit at He Jiaqing, but unfortunately no saliva came out. I retreated from the room with the dagger in my hand, and saw the information room. I saw a guillotine coming down from above my head.
Ban Fengyi sneered: "Can that thing hurt you?"
I nervously dodged the guillotine, but a visible blade cut me in half.
Ban Fengyi was shocked, he really was able to be careless.
A long knife is coming towards you, should you dodge or hide?
There seems to be no reason to hide from this bad thing.
Ban Fengyi quickly turned sideways, and both shadows avoided the long sword.
Another invisible blade chopped over, cutting the two shadows into seven pieces.
If you avoid the invisible knife, you will seemingly fall into the trap of the visible blade.
But the trap was so accurate, could it be that there was no one controlling it?
After about ten minutes, dozens of Banfeng Yi came out of the house.
"You thought there was no mechanism outside the room, but after a rough investigation, you found that there should be no top-level blade cultivator outside the room. I might be a ghost. Do you have the skill of Golden Eyes to see where I am? You suggest that he go back and take a look."
He Jiaqing looked at the group of companions and nodded, saying: "The vanguard army is becoming less and less capable!"
Ban Fengyi pointed at the small iron gate: "He really retreated to see? You think this blade cultivator is quite powerful."
"He already knows it's a Blade Cultivator, why are you stepping back to see..." Halfway through his words, He Jiaqing was stunned, and I felt like nothing was flashing.
What?
Lan Lin asked the projector: "Are all the monitoring equipment under control?"
The projector said: "Don't worry, we are all our friends now."
Li Qiqi looked at him and asked: "Did you send the message to the right place?"
Qifang replied: "It's delivered, you've been shining!"
Lan Lin cursed inwardly: "After receiving the news, why are you still messing around? You really have to be serious!"
Honglian and the fourth girl were both watching outside the seventh room, but after hearing their conversation, you felt that it was too risky for Xiuji to do so.
After finding something on the 17th floor, He Jiaqing went up to the eighth floor and then to the fourth floor.
Li Qi reminded the Seventh Room: "Send the signal again, but slowly."
Lan Linpeng looked forward at this time.
The seventh room responded: "It is possible to act too slowly, and the repair technique seems to have been discovered."
Li Qi was very decisive and kept urging Fang Qi to continue sending signals.
You are worried that Lan Lin won't notice anything. Even if she notices someone, she will easily give up the investigation.
What you worry about is that the person you are looking for is not prepared and may cause unexpected incidents.
He Jiaqing pushed open the corridor door and saw the small iron door again.
He Jiaqing opened the iron gate with gloves and looked out. There stood a white stone statue outside.
The stone statue is about seven meters tall, wearing a long gown and gorgeous hair accessories. He is a very ugly ancient man.
Apart from the statue, there were no other furnishings outside the room. Perhaps because the carving was too outstanding, the statue looked very lifelike. Ban Fengyi was fascinated by it, so at He Jiaqing's instruction, we took the initiative to leave the room and formed a circle around the statue.
Seeing that Ban Fengyi and the others were safe, Lan Lin also left the room and walked around the statue a few times.
Following the key, He Jiaqing turned around and the family saw the statue on the wall of room seven.
Si Er exclaimed: "Heavenly man!"
Honglian looked at it for a moment and said, "It's your fault!"
They both looked at Li Qi. Tiannan was Li Qi's master.
Li Qi was covered in dew and couldn't help shouting, "Don't go over there!"
Honglian was startled: "What happened?"
Li Qi shouted: "Someone remind Xiuji, don't let me pass!"
Honglian looked at Si'er, who spoke for a long while.
How to remind me to repair skills now?
I was in the house, and no one could say anything bad.
Li Qi cursed inwardly: "Damn it, why did you bring that thing out again?"
You asked the Seventh Room to remind them to practice their skills, but they remained silent.
If we had reminded them at that time, and nothing happened, the Seventh House would never be cleared again.
He Jiaqing stood near the statue, looked up for a moment, felt that there was something unusual, and turned around to leave.
Li Qi let out a long sigh, thinking that the matter was over.
Unexpectedly, the statue suddenly opened its eyes and smiled at He Jiaqing's back.
Li Qi was worried.
The statue opened its lips and exhaled toward He Jiaqing's back.
He Jiaqing shuddered and fell to the ground.
A group of Ban Feng Yi fell to the ground along with He Jiaqing.
Lanlin and Si'er were both frightened.
Li Qi shouted repeatedly: "Slow down, find a way to let me come back!"
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