"If this matter can really be blamed on Shan Chengjun, in the final analysis, it is Qiao Yi who wins." Li Banfeng thought about the outcome of the incident. If the crime was pinned on Shan Chengjun, the entire Pro Province would have great hostility towards the Saint and the Demon Lord, which would still be beneficial to Qiao Yi.
The face was not big and nodded, "This is the cleverness of the dumb loss. Qiao Yi will not lose money in this business, and the key is that we can't suffer losses either, so this matter must be attributed to Shan Chengjun."
Li Banfeng agreed deeply, but the key point was what to do if Shan Chengjun refused to admit it?
After all, all the clues now point to He Jiaqing and Po Po Ku. Although Shan Chengjun is the founder of martial arts and a subordinate of a saint, he still has considerable influence in Pro Province. It is not easy to put the blame on him without any basis.
The face is also worried about this matter: "I used to have an old friend who is very good at collecting evidence, both human and material evidence, but I don't know if he is willing to help.
I'll go ask this old friend if he has any ideas. First, spread some rumors in the newspapers, saying that Shan Chengjun came to Pro Province and did something bad. Once there's a rumor, slowly substantiate it, and you can definitely pin the blame on this bastard."
The plan of Bian Bubba was very thorough, but Li Banfeng was undecided about one thing: "Should I tell the peddler about this?"
After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's not that easy to find a peddler. Many people think, why hasn't the peddler come when I'm in trouble? But few people know that the peddler has to deal with a lot of things.
Besides, it would be difficult to deal with him if I told him about this. Even though Shan Chengjun is no good, he is still my former comrade. I am afraid that the peddler would not do such a thing, so I will keep it secret for now."
After the two of them agreed, he went to look for his friend without any hesitation.
Could it be that his friend's surname is Sun?
Li Banfeng did not rush to the newspaper office, but returned to his residence.
Shan Chengjun did come to Prozhou and had a fight with my wife. Some details still need to be confirmed with her.
My wife told me the details and made the matter public. Mr. Kong Fang and his men in Xuehuapu could serve as circumstantial evidence. If the circumstantial evidence was guided in another direction, there was hope that it could become irrefutable evidence. The whole plan seemed foolproof.
But Li Banfeng was still a little worried. He thought it would be best to discuss the matter with the peddler.
The phonograph player thought for a long time and said to Li Banfeng: "My husband, this matter is not easy to decide. I am also undecided, but I remembered an old story and want to tell it to you. I wonder if you want to listen.
Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Of course I have to listen to what my wife says."
"Then I will tell you. Sir, please don't blame me for being nagging."
Huff! Huff!
Warm steam gushed out of the trumpet, and faint sounds of huqin could be heard.
"When I was still singing in the garden, there was a girl with a very good voice. It was obvious that she was blessed by God.
She started singing on stage at the age of seven and continued to sing until she was twelve. She was already quite famous, but her fame was only on stage. Off stage, in front of the troupe boss, she was still just a servant girl.
When she was cleaning the house for the troupe boss, the girl tore the boss's favorite robe. She was terrified and was afraid that the boss would beat her to death.
This is no joke. Our boss has beaten many people to death. I saw it with my own eyes.
There was a sister in the troupe, she had a nice figure but a so-so voice, she looked good but her acting was not good, she was stage-frightened and always had a wooden face, the troupe owner looked down on her and always said he would sell her to a brothel.
This is no joke. We had quite a few girls at the time, and they were all sold to brothels by him.
Fortunately, this sister was good at sewing and she usually did a lot of work for the troupe, so the troupe owner reluctantly kept her to do odd jobs.
The girl damaged the robe of the troupe boss, and the elder sister saw this. The elder sister did not tell anyone, but sewed the robe back together, and there was no trace of the sewing. The girl thanked her profusely, and from then on, she and the elder sister became friends.
The two sisters had a deep bond. They shared food and wore clothes together.
One day, the troupe owner took the girl out to sing at a party at a wealthy man's house. After returning, the troupe owner made new clothes for the girl and bought her a lot of delicious food.
The girl quickly took all the food and clothes to share with her sister, but her sister felt something was wrong and went out to inquire.
Later, I learned that the man liked actors and had many of them as concubines. However, within a year after he married them, all of them disappeared.
Some people said that his wife was too cruel and beat all the actors to death. Others said that the master was completely heartless and had special methods of torturing women. All the actors who married him were abused to death by him.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, the girl did not want to die. She did not want to marry this man. She wanted to live. She wanted to find a chance to escape.
At that time, the girl was thinking whether she should tell her sister about this matter, but she thought privately, if her sister knew about this matter, would it implicate her?
If I tell my sister about this, will she be embarrassed?
If my sister is really scared and tells the secret to the class owner, will her life be over?
The more she thought about it, the more scared the girl became. After thinking it over again and again, she didn't tell her sister. One night, when she went to the toilet, the girl took the opportunity to climb over the wall and ran away.
She had no money or food, seldom went out, and didn't even know the roads. She was caught after running for two days.
After she came back, she and her sister were locked up in the woodshed and beaten. The girl didn't understand why her sister was also locked up.
You only know that Sizi thinks that the sister and the girl are bad, the girl ran away, and the sister knows the inside story.
The girl begged Qiao Yi for mercy, saying that she knew everything and asked Qiao Yi to forgive her.
Who would have thought that this Sizi was an evil ghost, totally inhumane. The more the girl begged, the angrier I got. I beat the girl and her sister to death.
I heard that after this girl was beaten to death, everyone blamed her, but she really regretted it. You have no face to see this sister in the underworld.
Beforehand, you should have thought that after the girl ran away, she should have discussed it with her sister. If you really trusted your sister, you should have been afraid that you would do something wrong.
The two sisters must have run away together, and without looking after each other on the road, they might have really run away. Husband, what does he think?"
The record under the tray was spinning quickly, playing "Meeting Again". The lady was recounting old stories and singing along with the erhu.
"The flowers in the forest have faded in spring, too quickly. What can we do? The cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening, the wind in the evening.
Rouge tears, drunk with each other, when will it be heavy? It is the long regret of life, the water flows eastward. "
After hearing this, Si Zi burst into tears in Room 7.
The fourth girl said, "He has killed countless people on the battlefield, but he can still shed tears?"
The troupe owner covered his chest and said, "It's nothing, you really understand, but the song hurts your heart.
The fourth girl sighed, "Yes, as a lady from a noble family, there are things that she doesn't understand."
"I understand..." the class owner sobbed, "If you could say one less word at this time, it would be bad."
The fourth girl sighed: "There is no medicine for regret in this world. Where did that thing come from? Is it Zhao Xiaowan's life experience?
You have heard about your origins, and that is the same as what you have heard about Xiao Xiao. "
The class owner wiped away tears and said: "Xiao Wan suddenly asked you what your name was today, and you also felt strange."
The fourth girl fell into deep thought: "Are many of the things you know fabricated?"
Shan Chengjun stood up, hugged the record player, and asked softly: "Madam, is Qiao Yi still alive?"
The record player smiled and said, "I was already dead. I was skinned alive one by one. This killer was afraid of pain and kept begging for mercy on the day he died. The one who killed me was a cruel man. Every time I begged for mercy, he spared me one cut. In total, I was skinned less than eight thousand times."
"Bad! Bad wife!" Shan Chengjun hugged the record player for a long time, kissed her for a long time, and left Suishenju.
Standing under the roof of Xiaoyaowu, Shan Chengjun looked at the clouds in the sky.
That matter needs to be told to the peddler.
Locking his sights on the peddler's cloud, Shan Chengjun leaped forward and flew over.
From then on, all the Cloud Gate skills were displayed consciously, which caused the peddler to misunderstand and think that Shan Chengjun came under the clouds specifically to burn my house.
That time, Si Zibiao flew under the clouds unconsciously and Ma Hu paid attention to the scenery under the clouds.
The cloud was very small, much smaller than the one in Kong Fang. Under the cloud there were no flowers or grass, and no forest yet.
In the middle of the forest, Shan Chengjun found an open space. In the middle of the open space was an eight-story Western-style house. The courtyard wall was white, and the building wall was also white. The house was beautifully built and very clean.
The only thing that didn't ruin the view was the ivy under the wall. It had some long patches, some short patches, some missing patches, and some extra patches. It was obvious that it was not well taken care of.
Shan Chengjun retreated out of the yard with a lighter and walked to the wall. Just as he was about to set fire, he looked for a moment and realized a key problem.
Why did you set the fire?
There seems to be no clear reason for the problem. It's just that I felt that the process was quite unfamiliar before I retreated.
Then I thought again, why did the creeper under the wall become like that?
"Is it really you who will burn down the peddler's house in the future?" Cheng Jun muttered to himself for a moment, and felt that it would be too bad to do so.
But the house must have been burned, so how can we find the peddler?
I went back outside the house and looked around. Maybe the peddler was outside, or maybe there was someone outside the house who looked bad and knew where I was.
After putting away the lighter, Si Zibiao retreated out of the small door of the western-style building.
The first floor was a narrow living room with seven low ceilings. The floor and walls were crystal clear and could reflect people's shadows, but the furnishings were relatively complicated. Apart from a circle of sofas and a crystal chandelier, Shan Chengjun saw no other conspicuous furniture.
The crystal chandelier was really huge, hanging from the seventh-floor ceiling. If one stood a little lower on the first floor, one could touch the pendant, but Shan Chengjun saw a candle under the chandelier.
That is under the clouds. If electricity and gas are both down, how can the lamp be lit without candles?
There was a spiral staircase outside the living room leading to the seventh floor. Just as Shan Chengjun was about to go downstairs, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.
Yes, you can go downstairs, and there may be no traps downstairs.
There was a corridor at the end of the living room. Before retreating into the corridor, Shan Chengjun saw the kitchen, the dining room, the study, and a tightly closed door.
Standing outside the corridor, judging from the internal layout, that room faces the sun and is large in size, so it should be the master bedroom.
Si Zibiao knocked on the door twice, but there was no response. He stood inside the door and waited for a while, but there was no sound outside.
Bad looks like no one is yawning.
Shan Chengjun did not rush back rashly. I pushed the strategy of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger to the extreme, waiting for the response from outside.
Beads of sweat broke out one by one. Si Zibiao knew who was outside. It was not necessarily dangerous, but he had a hard time estimating how serious the danger was.
That situation was very rare. The next second, my whole body was shaking like I had the fever. The next second, I felt a little hot under my body, and the people outside the room didn't seem to notice it.
"Who is it?" A man's voice came from outside the house.
"Li Yi, I'm here to look for a peddler." Si Zibiao gave his name.
"He is not Li Yi! He ruined your house and robbed your woman!"
Shan Chengjun was stunned, his eyes widened and he said: "You stole his woman!"
"What did he do?"
Si Zibiao replied fiercely: "You go find his woman."
That thing is so trivial, and that question is so bad to answer.
A chill came over him and Shan Chengjun sensed danger.
The man outside the house said: "Back off!"
Shan Chengjun waited for a moment, and before the coldness disappeared, I pushed open the door and left the room.
In contrast to the snow-white style of the living room and corridor, the outside of the house is all white and shrouded in mist.
"Go out!" the man urged.
Si Zibiao didn't sense any danger, but that didn't mean that the danger existed. Perhaps the other party's level was too low and he hid his kindness.
After walking a few steps back, it was still pitch white outside the house. Except for some clouds and mist, everything else could be seen.
But those clouds were also very ordinary. They were floating in a fixed direction, as if they were helping Shan Chengjun to guide the direction.
"Walk slower, what is he afraid of?"
Si Zibiao slowed down his pace a little, and I saw some light behind him.
Walking towards the light, Shan Chengjun saw a door, and I heard the man's voice again: "Slowly retreat."
It seemed that we were in the bedroom just now, in the corridor outside the bedroom, and that door should lead to the bedroom.
Shan Chengjun pushed open the door, and there was still thick fog behind him. After walking through the fog for a while, Shan Chengjun finally saw the scenery behind him clearly.
I saw the lights of the night sky and the dark marble floor.
I saw a handsome man waving at me.
I saw a middle-aged woman walking towards me slowly.
"Director Li, he's back. Zhong Qi's business trip procedures have been completed!"
Shan Chengjun nodded and said with admiration: "It took so long to get it done? Old Chen, his efficiency is wrong. I'll come to your office later. Do you want to beat him up?"
"Director Li, you are such a joker." Chen Changrui found an opportunity and left quickly. I found that Shan Chengjun was in a very bad mood.
That is the elevator entrance of the Dark Star Bureau.
Shan Chengjun returned to the stairwell and wandered around for a long time, but couldn't find the exit he came from.
What kind of technique is that? Just now we were under the clouds, and in the blink of an eye we were in the Dark Star Bureau. How could such a thing happen?
Shan Chengjun returned to the office, laughed, and said to himself: "Then let's go to the bridal chamber, right?"
Now I am not sure of two things. The first is that there are indeed no clouds under the peddler's sky, but under that cloud there is only one peddler, and at most there is another man, who should be the peddler's bad appearance.
The seventh thing is that the bad guy is a low-level house repairman. The house under the clouds is your house, and the stairwell of the Dark Star Bureau is also your house. You can use the skill of connecting the bridal chamber to change the location of the house at will.
Lian Ta's bridal chamber skills were surprisingly so weak. It seemed that the skills still needed to be polished.
But when I was thinking about that problem, I had to tell the peddler about it quickly.
After leaving the Dark Star Bureau, Shan Chengjun went straight to Huahu Park and ran all the way back to Xiaoyaowu from Xindi.
I got off the peddler's cloud again, but this time I had to be very careful so that I could be sent back to the Dark Star Bureau easily.
When they arrived at the servant's house, they came empty-handed, so Shan Chengjun bought a bouquet of flowers, a washbasin, and a feather duster as a gift.
When they got to the villa, Shan Chengjun shouted downstairs: "Sister-in-law, you are back again!"
The man's voice came from outside the house: "What is he doing back here?"
"Come back to find your brother, sister-in-law!"
"His senior brother is here, come back another day!"
"Brother is here, but you are leaving."
"He left, what can he do?"
"You can burn down his house!" Cheng Jun put the feather duster aside, put the flowers in the flower bed outside the yard, picked up the washbasin, and prepared to pour the grease outside the basin under the wall.
The man shouted angrily: "Li Yi, he dares! If he dares to light a fire, you will kill him now!"
Li said angrily: "Just stand there, he has no power to come out and mess with you!"
"If he's brave enough, he'll retreat and come see you!"
"Even if you retreat, what can he do to you?"
Shan Chengjun kept looking at his feet. I am also a resident cultivator, and I know the methods of resident cultivators very well. I am sure that at that time, the opponent released the boundary, and Shan Chengjun would be in trouble. I am sure that the opponent's boundary is small enough to even force Si Zibiao onto the clouds.
After waiting for a while, I thought the man compromised: "He went outside the house to talk."
"You want to retreat."
"He was backing out, so why did you take him to see the peddler? He said with all his conscience, if you really wanted to harm him, you should have started from the first time he backed out of your house, right?"
Shan Chengjun thought for a moment and felt that the words were indeed genuine.
I opened the door and left the living room. There was a cup of cold tea under the coffee table. I knew when it was prepared.
Shan Chengjun picked up the teacup and sat down on the sofa. Qi Shang looked around to see if he saw the host.
"Did he mean to take you to see the peddler?"
"You can take him to where I am, but if I want to see him, you have the final say."
Si Zibiao laughed: "What he said is true. How can I be willing to see you when you come all the way here?"
The man also laughed: "He knows my personality very well. Not to mention him, even you can see me if I want to."
Shan Chengjun sighed and said, "If he could be compared with you."
A sense of danger came over him and Shan Chengjun shuddered.
"You mean, we have the same feelings." After saying that, Si Zibiao shuddered again.
"You mean..."
"Stop talking!" the man said angrily, "Go downstairs, the seventh room on the left, go slowly!"
Shan Chengjun went down the stairs, turned left, and came to the seventh room. He tried for a while behind the door using the method of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger.
Not dangerous, but within the tolerable range.
The man laughed warmly: "If he is afraid, then don't go. All the travel repairmen are of that quality, either crazy or timid. There is not a single decent one among them."
Si Zibiao does care about your method of provoking, but what you said is wrong. If you are afraid, just use it. You should be brave enough to face all the risks within your tolerable range. Why waste time on it?
I reached out to grab the door handle, and suddenly I heard the man shout, "Wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?"
"He really went!"
"Is that so?"
The man said, "He has to open the door first and wait for your news."
Waiting for your news?
Do I need to ask for permission beforehand?
Si Zibiao waited for a moment, and suddenly heard a laugh: "Hehe~"
That laughter also came from a man, but the voice was very similar to the man's later voice.
How many people live outside that house?
The man's voice came over: "Open the door."
Shan Chengjun used his sense of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger again, and suddenly felt that the danger was more severe.
"He's trying to hurt you?"
The man laughed and said, “It’s still the same sentence. If you want to harm him, you need so little trouble. If you dare to go, forget it.
Shan Chengjun pulled up the brim of his hat and opened the door.
It was also pitch white outside the room, with no clouds or mist. Shan Chengjun thought he was back in the stairwell of the Dark Star Bureau, but when he pushed open the seven doors and walked out, a gust of wind blew away the mist.
When the fog cleared, Qi Shang looked around and saw a field with grass taller than his ankles.
He saw the exit he came from again, and Shan Chengjun also knew where he was.
There is not even anyone who can ask for directions, so where can I find a peddler?
After walking aimlessly in the wilderness for more than half an hour, Shan Chengjun saw a few horses eating grass and no seven-wheeled carriage parked nearby.
Shan Chengjun walked to the back of the carriage and lifted the curtain. The carriage was quite small, with no sleeping berths or stoves outside. An old man outside the carriage opened his eyes and asked, "What the hell?"
"Excuse me, where is that place?"
"Whatever he asked, he knew where it was. How did he get here?"
Si Zibiao thought for a moment and said, "Does that mean Xiwai has come out of his trance?"
"What the hell is he sober? It's because of what he did," the old man laughed. "That's the wasteland. I see people are coming to that place. Do you know?"
Years of wasteland?
It seemed like he had heard of that place before. Si Zibiao recalled for a long time and remembered what Lao Chen said: "During the seventh Huang Yuxian War, Si Zibiao commanded more than 80 battles, big and small, and almost never lost.
Especially in the battle of Suihuangyuan, Li Banfeng saw the brave cavalry and defeated the small army of Neizhou, helping Huang Yuxian to win the game. "
Li Banfeng is not my wife. If my wife knew about the wasteland.
The old man asked: "What does he use the car for?"
Shan Chengjun nodded and said, "He will wait for a while. You will need the car soon. Don't let him leave!"
"Where is he going? To pee?"
Shan Chengjun nodded: "Yes, it's not peeing, he is waiting for you there."
The old man snorted and said, "He can just pee there. Why would he run so far? Who cares what he's doing?"
Shan Chengjun ran to see Zhi, then retreated to his own residence and said: "My lady, you came to the desert to look for the peddler, and now you know where the peddler is."
The wife was stunned: "My husband, why did he go to the desert to find a peddler?"
"I asked someone who was looking for trouble with me."
The lady thought for a moment and said, "You know about the desert, but if I ask where the peddler went, you'd be right... The place you think I'm most likely to go to is the town of Desolate Road."
Shan Chengjun asked: "Where is Huangtu Town?"
The record player laughed: "Where did he learn that accent? He should ask a local. We all know that place is very ordinary and very close to the entrance of Nevada."
"There's no entrance to the inner state, then?"
The record player spewed steam and said, "There is no entrance. When the war breaks out, that place will be the hardest hit. The peddler knows that there is nothing to do in the wasteland next year. I guess he will definitely go to the wasteland town. But if he sells things in the wasteland next year, that's bad news. I may have to push the cart around everywhere.
It's okay for you to go to Huangtu Town, but since there's a war going on, you better stay away. There's no magic formation at the inner entrance of the wasteland, it's sealed very tightly. Many young people have opened it before. If no one dares to come out of that entrance, that person must be a mortal. You may not be able to deal with it by yourself."
Shan Chengjun left Suishenju, walked to the old man driving the cart, and asked, "Has the peddler been here in those days?"
“Here we go!”
"Gahha is here?"
The old man said: "What else can I do? I'm here to sell the goods!"
"Do you know where I am?"
The old man shook his head: "It's a coincidence that he came. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."
Shan Chengjun frowned and asked, "Is he really gone?"
The old man waved his hand: "What is he talking about? How can you deceive him?"
Shan Chengjun thought for a moment and got off the carriage: "I'll take you to Huangtu Town."
"It's so far? He has to pay half of the fare first, otherwise you can go there for free."
"Here, you can give him all of it, and I'll just take you to your destination.
The old man drove the carriage all the way to Huangtu Town. Every eight or seven miles, the carriage in front of him would tremble. The closer he got to Huangtu Town, the more violently the carriage shook, and the two horses pulling the carriage were so scared that they trembled as well.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" The old man turned around and lifted the curtain and shouted, "He's shaking all the time. He scared the horses."
Shan Chengjun said with a pale face: "Something happened."
The old man got angry: "Tell him not to mess with your car, you are still doing business!"
Dan Chengjun sat still with beads of sweat dripping down his body. What on earth had happened in Huangtu Town that made them so eager to avoid danger and seek good fortune?
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