"Master Blade Cultivator?" Li Banfeng stared at the head of the knife seller, tears streaming down his face. "Senior, I didn't mean to kill you!"
The peddler frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Li Banfeng cried and said, "I feel sad to see this ancestor die miserably. What is the name of this ancestor?"
The peddler said, "It's called Blowing Off Hair."
"Senior Chui, have a safe journey. And what's the name of the leader of the power cultivation?"
The peddler said, "His name is Wan Kaishan."
"Senior Wan, goodbye too......"
"Stop howling!" The peddler interrupted Li Banfeng. The crying was annoying.
Li Banfeng wiped his tears and said, "You don't understand, I have to cry for this."
The peddler shook off the ashes from his cigarette and said, "Why don't you understand this? Isn't it irrefutable evidence? Aren't you just afraid that they won't be clean?"
Li Banfeng nodded and said, "If they don't die cleanly, will their souls have to go back to the furnace in Neizhou? People of their caliber will surely be resurrected, right?"
The peddler took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Their souls cannot go to the furnace. I have locked them in their skulls."
Li Banfeng was surprised and asked: "Which Taoist technique is this?"
The peddler said, "This is the technique of Suo Xiu, a Taoist sect that has become extinct. I wanted to find a disciple for Suo Xiu, but because this sect is not very effective, no one is willing to join."
"If we can't attack, we should be able to defend ourselves, right?" Li Banfeng thought for a moment, "It should be more suitable to find someone who likes to hide things and practice this."
The peddler nodded: "Yes, this sect used to like hiding things. After they have cultivated to perfection, they can lock up a piece of land."
Li Banfeng didn't understand: "What does it mean to lock up a piece of land?"
The peddler laughed and said, "I can't see it, and I can't open it."
Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Isn't this an unnameable place?"
The peddler nodded and said, "There are many unnameable places in Purozhou, all of which were locked by the Locksmiths. In the past, the ancestor of the Gongxiu made a key to deal with the Locksmiths, which could open the locks on the unnameable places. Later, the key was taken away by the Green Water Beggar, and now no one knows where it is."
After saying that, the peddler looked at Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng took a puff of his cigarette and changed the subject: "What kind of person is the founder of Gongxiu?"
The peddler recalled for a moment: "I remember that he was a very brave man, and now he has probably gone to Tufang Country to seek refuge with the saint.
Li Banfeng looked at Blade Cultivator Chuidanfa and Strength Cultivator Leader Wankaishan: "They both also defected to the Saint. I really don't understand what is so good about the Saint that is worth their lives."
The peddler sighed: "When we fought the saint, they fought very hard. After we won, I paid them. After receiving the payment, we went our separate ways. Who would have thought that after a while, they defected to Neizhou."
Li Banfeng was very curious about that feud: "What reward did you give them?"
"Money!" The peddler's answer was very simple. "Reward according to merit. Whoever has made the greatest contribution will get more money. They all thought it was very fair at first, because money can do a lot of things and can buy a lot of things.
But after a while, some of them spent all their money, and some found that some things could not be bought with money.
Then they asked me for it, but I refused, so they went to Nevada to ask for it, and Nevada gave it to them.
But what Neizhou gave was different. People like Shu Wanjuan were very popular in Neizhou, so Neizhou gave him a lot. They gave him a rich land and made him a marquis, which was only one step away from being crowned king.
People like Shan Chengjun are not very likable. Although he was made a marquis, he was made a marquis in a poor place, and his life is over.
Blowing the hair off and wrestling the mountain open were not popular. The two of them could not even keep their status as ministers in the inner state. When they were poor, they naturally wanted to change their master.
For them, the most suitable master is naturally the saint of Shang State. When the saint was still in Pro Province, they did not dare to come and seek refuge, because they left a contract with me. If they go to Neizhou, they are not allowed to return to Pro Province.
Then the Saint returned to Neizhou. They wanted to seek refuge but had no chance. The cabinet of Shang would not allow the Saint to easily contact foreign officials.
Now that the saint has fled the Shang Kingdom, these people who feel that they have not achieved their goals have another chance. They have all gone to the Tufang Kingdom and pledged their allegiance to the saint, hoping that the saint will turn things around one day so that they can all become princes. After all, there is a ready-made example here. "
Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment: "The example you are talking about should not be me, right?"
"That's you," the peddler looked at Li Banfeng and said, "You established a little emperor, so you became a prince. This is the path you pointed out to them, and they all want to follow it."
Li Banfeng looked at Chui Duanfa and Wan Kaishan and said, "If they want to establish a saint as emperor again, they should go to Shang State to fight. Why do they have to come to the wasteland next year?"
The peddler said: "You should understand this principle. Now where they fight is not decided by the saint at all. The saint has surrendered to the devil lord. They have to fight wherever the devil lord tells them to fight.
In Li Banfeng's impression, the Demon Lord has been attacking the sleeping place of Rafsha Kingdom and Neamikan Kingdom. Of course, this does not mean that they have no ideas about Pro State.
The peddler continued, "This time the demon lord has set his sights on the Sui Wasteland. They opened the exit from the Sui Wasteland in the early years, and at the same time they are looking for a new exit, an exit without boundaries."
Li Banfeng asked: "How can there be such an exit? Where is the exit without boundaries?"
The peddler shook his head and said, "That exit is naturally formed. Once it's over, everyone knows where the exit is. We know it, and you know it too.
But we don’t have any spiritual objects made by the Demon Lord that can detect the location of the exit. It’s not that thing.”
The peddler took out two pearls and handed them to Shan Chengjun.
A pearl is pure white and covered with a layer of grease.
The other one is pearly white with a red glow, and has no grease.
"That white bead was given to you by Mud Cultivation Grandmaster Xing Baizhao. The bead is pure white, proving that I have found the exit.
This red bead was just given to you by Blade Cultivator Master Blowing Off His Hair. The bead is red, proving that I haven’t found the exit yet.”
When did the hair that was blown off give the beads to the peddler?
Can a peddler steal repair skills?
Shan Chengjun asked: "Isn't the exit that Chuidianfa found the inn?"
The peddler nodded, and I took the pure white beads and washed off the grease underneath with wine. Slowly, a little red light emerged from the pure white beads.
Shan Chengjun shuddered, not because he wanted to avoid danger, but because he was afraid: "Where is that clay master?"
The peddler pointed inside the door and said, "I'm sleeping soundly under your cart."
Shan Chengjun looked at the truck in the door and asked: "How many of us are here in total?"
"Very rarely, we searched everywhere for a way out, almost turning the wasteland upside down, but we all found a way out, but you found us,
I found the inn, and I found the exit. You found me. If it weren't for him, I would have opened the exit very soon."
Shan Chengjun was even more frightened: "Does that exit have boundaries? Does it mean that the Demon Lord can bring out these low-level weapons?"
The peddler nodded and said, "Yes, the weapons of the Tufang Kingdom are inferior to those of the Shang Kingdom. Si Jin asked us to bring the weapons to the Sui Wasteland. The entire Wangdonglu, and even Lizhou, will fall into the hands of the Demon Lord."
Shan Chengjun asked: "Is there any boundary around the wasteland?"
The peddler nodded and said, "No, but this level of boundary can stop the Tufang Kingdom. The Tufang Kingdom doesn't have your hidden pawns. Our small army is waiting on the other side of the exit, and they almost let us retreat."
Wang Donglu glanced at the Blade Cultivator Master who was blowing off his hair: "The more you look at me, the more I hate you!"
The peddler agreed with this: "That birdman is too much of a bastard. When I first fled to Neizhou, I killed He Jiaqing. When I fled to the saint, I killed He Jiaqing again. After that, I also killed 17 local gods in Xindi. You still want to settle that account with me. Let's have a famine next year..."
"Brother, wait a minute!" Wang Donglu looked at the peddler, "Did we kill the seventeen local gods?"
The peddler said, "What does he think? We want to occupy a piece of land for the saint, so we killed those seventeen local gods. Si Jin also grabbed a few less pieces of land and connected them together. Isn't this creating another bitch post?"
Shan Chengjun thought about the whole process, and then asked the peddler seriously: "Is that true?"
The peddler looked at the head with the hair cut off and shouted angrily: "Did he kill seventeen local gods?"
Blowing off hair and gritting teeth is a language.
The peddler nodded and said, "I have spoken, but I admit it."
Shan Chengjun nodded and said, "Yes, I admit it. You saw it with your own eyes."
The peddler looked at the head of the man who had his wrist cut off and asked, "Is he the one who blew off his hair?"
The wrist opens the mountain and closes the eyes.
Wang Donglu nodded and said, "I admit that too."
The peddler asked the two heads again: "Do they want to kill all the local gods around them and then become slaves for the saint?"
Both of them spoke.
Shan Chengjun nodded and said, "We both admit it."
The peddler asked again: "He will do the next thing, right?"
Shan Chengjun nodded: "Since the two juniors have not yet confessed their guilt, the matter is confirmed."
The peddler was very impressed with Shan Chengjun's attitude: "Now that everything is confirmed, let's clean it up quickly. Leave his soul to his wife, his body to Honglian, and his head as evidence. The two of us will personally avenge these seventeen local gods. The scene will be small enough, and the matter will be clear."
Shan Chengjun lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still care about the real murderer?"
"Of course!" The peddler was more cautious than anyone else. "Li Banfeng, you old dog, you are trying to lure me out. Before you lure me out, chop me up and say that I also surrendered to the saint and was the mastermind of that incident.
Qiao Yi has lost a top fighter, and he has to find a way to clear himself of suspicion. Since I have supported the new king, I must draw a clear line between myself and the saint. You can make me suffer in silence when the time comes."
Shan Chengjun was silent for a moment, then asked, "Brother, how could he come up with such a brilliant idea?"
The peddler replied fiercely: "Because you are good."
Shan Chengjun seemed to have no idea.
The peddler said: "The Saint is good, the Demon Lord is good, Qiao Yi is good, Lizhou is good, and most of our old friends are good people. If you were good, how could you have been dealing with us until today?
Brother, he made great contributions in that battle, so I have something to give him."
The peddler waved his hand and the truck left the inn.
The peddler opened the container, dragged out the corpse of the mud master Xing Baizhao, and handed it to Shan Chengjun: "Give his soul to his wife, the body to Honglian, and keep the head as well."
Shan Chengjun said: "Honglian has the same idea as you, always wanting to deduct Xu Shao's money when refining the elixir.
"You will suffer a loss if I let you deduct it." The peddler took out another 17 pairs of deeds. "Those 17 pairs of deeds were recovered from the man who blew off his hair. He can take them and do with them."
Wang Donglu took the contract and asked loudly: "Are those seventeen pairs of contracts in the hands of Shu Wanjuan?"
The peddler said, "Your original plan was to assume that Wang Donglu had surrendered to the Saint. I went to Shang State to steal the contract in order to exchange the land for the Saint. The Saint's subordinates and I teamed up to kill seventeen local gods. When they dealt with Li Banfeng, they also dealt with me. The whole thing went smoothly.
The bitter woman will protect Shu Wanjuan again, because you are the accomplice who can protect the saint. Otherwise, Wang Donglu will have no one to stand up to you, and you will have to bear the loss by yourself.
Wang Donglu is from Sijin. I came to you with seventeen pairs of deeds to plead guilty. Those seventeen pairs of deeds saved my life, so you let me go for now. Now you hand the deeds to him. What is he going to do with them?"
Shan Chengjun took the deed and said: "Find seventeen suitable people to be the local gods."
The peddler asked, "Does he intend to connect those plots of land together and turn them into a legitimate plot? He has only eight men under his command, and it is difficult for him to open up wasteland. With such a small plot of land, there is not much he can do."
Shan Chengjun shook his head and said, "He Jiaqing needs an emperor."
The peddler opened the cabinet and took out eight deeds: "Shu Wanjuan gave you the remaining eight deeds. Now give them to him."
Shan Chengjun took the contract and looked up at the peddler: "Can I trust you?"
The peddler nodded: "I can trust it."
Wang Donglu thought for a moment and asked, "The local gods are definitely not convinced yet. What should we do with them?"
The peddler shook his head and said, "It's a matter of disposal. I'll push it all under you."
There was a sound of horse hooves from inside the door, and the Suihuang cavalry arrived.
The peddler whistled, and Shan Chengjun felt a chill. The sound of horse hooves inside quickly faded away, and we were all scared away by the whistle.
Shan Chengjun asked: "What is his method?"
The peddler was stunned: "He even knows that? That's a sound cultivation technique, the sound of the wind, isn't his wife a sound cultivator? Has he ever borrowed that technique to use the deep house and small courtyard?"
Shan Chengjun shook his head: "I can often borrow some sound repair methods, but I haven't borrowed a few techniques yet."
The peddler was helpless: "He is promoted too slowly, and his skills are too smooth. I must polish them up before I can."
Shan Chengjun listened for a moment and realized that only the cavalry had run away. All the residents around the inn had run away, and there was no one left around.
Qiansi Earrings Ma Hu tracked the whereabouts of these cavalrymen, and the result made Wang Donglu very speechless: "A whistle scared us so much that we ran away for eight miles. The Suihuang Iron Cavalry was too good. How can we defend Suihuang Plain with our own strength?"
The peddler sighed: "The people of the desert don't have ordinary fighting methods. Our fighting power is very weak. Unfortunately, we have become brave and have forgotten the fighting methods. Instead, we have learned the trick of cannibalism.
You will find someone to help us regain our bloodiness. This person will definitely do it. When the time comes, he will come to the wilderness and force our bloodiness out.
I'm sure he has a way to take away those who should be taken away and leave those who should be taken away. You will let Cuitik come over. You doubt that I can defend the wasteland."
The peddler stood up, packed up the truck, took out a wrench from outside, and handed it to Shan Chengjun: "It seems that something has happened to the big train. That's the wrench of the chief engineer. Take it and use it."
Wang Donglu looked at the peddler's truck and asked, "Is the chief engineer here too?"
The peddler nodded: "Yes, we are not old friends there."
Wang Donglu was very curious, what kind of battle did the peddler go through?
"He's slow to pack up the things, you have to lock the place later." The peddler pushed the cart to the door of the inn.
Seeing my slightly staggering steps, Shan Chengjun asked: "Is the blood under him his or ours?"
"Nothing." The peddler said nervously, but he still had no difficulty pushing the truck that was unfamiliar to me.
The lady was outside, looking at the eight corpses, stunned for a long time.
"Blowing hair off, splitting mountains with wrists, walking through hundreds of swamps," Hong Ying also knew those eight people, "Is that a clay or dough figure from Yilang? How did he make it look so real?"
Shan Chengjun said a lot, put the corpse down and left in a hurry.
Afterwards, Shan Chengjun brought back a bunch of tables and chairs, and the record player had time to ask, and that time he quickly stopped Shan Chengjun: "Husband, what happened? Look, he's injured."
"They eat first, the heads of those who blow off their hair and split the mountains with their wrists are going to move, you are useless,
Madam, before he finishes his meal, he will study the wrench. When you come back, you can tell him in detail." Wang Donglu put down the wrench and took out a silver dollar. "I don't have that yet. I'll keep it for you first."
After Shan Chengjun left, Hong Ying checked the bodies and said to the record player: "There really are eight of us. Wan Kaishan's head was twisted up, and you can see from the broken bones that the bones and flesh have been twisted and displaced.
The fourth girl was watching from the side, very surprised: "You remember that Wan Kaishan hates controlling other people's heads the most, who can twist my head up without so little strength?"
Hong Ying looked at the body with the hair cut off: "My head was chopped off by a knife, and the cut is very neat."
The fourth girl looked at Xing Baizhao's body. It was too difficult to judge the cause of that man's death. Was there any wound under my body?
Hong Ying was experienced. She opened the mouth of the corpse and saw a small piece of mud.
The fourth girl said, "He must not say that he was drowned in mud. Am I a mud master?"
Hong Ying was very speechless. Those bad guys all died at the hands of the method she was best at.
The record player walked closer and said, "It's just a blind guess. The peddler and the husband must have worked together to kill those people."
Hong Ying pursed her lips, wondering if she had said less.
The fourth girl sighed heavily: "Sister Xiaowan, please tell me the truth. He may not like to hear it. With Ah Yi's fighting power, it will not be difficult for him to fight those people."
"What does he know?" The record player sneered and put the silver dollar in front of the two men. "That was given to you by the peddler. Do they know the value of the silver?"
The fourth girl examined the silver dollar for a while and exclaimed, "That's the real thing!"
Wang Dong was willing: "Why is it that the top home repairman is the leader? Ichiro's travel repairman is also inferior!"
The record player smiled proudly: "Zhaixiu is Ichiro's true sect, and my methods are just auxiliary."
Hong Ying was angry: "What do you mean by a legitimate Taoist sect? Ichiro opened two businesses, which one is the legitimate one?
That little foreign coin is not worth much, and you don't have any either, so give yours to Ichiro!"
The record player sneered: "What's the use of him? Will anyone recognize it?"
The more Hong Ying thought about it, the angrier she got. The fourth girl advised her, "Sister Yingying, if he gives you this silver dollar, you will be the leader of the group, and you will have to take responsibility!"
"Bah!" Wang Dong spat at the fourth girl, "He doesn't deserve it!"
The record player looked at the eight corpses and wondered why those eight people gathered together.
"My husband said I had reached the desert. Could it be that this exit has been opened again?"
After packing up his things, Shan Chengjun walked out of the inn. The peddler was waiting by the truck. After checking and making sure there were people around, the peddler used his lock repair skills.
Shan Chengjun noticed that the peddler didn't make any normal moves, and the peddler also said clearly: "The lock repair technique is very concealed."
The technique is concealed, but the effect is also concealed.
In the blink of an eye, the entire inn disappeared, leaving only a piece of barren land with no grass.
Shan Chengjun asked: "This is the exit with a boundary. Is it still there?"
The peddler nodded and said, "It's still there, but the lock you put on it is so difficult to open."
Wang Donglu asked again: "What if no one takes this key that can open the lock?"
The peddler looked at Wang Donglu and said, "So, you must let someone else get this key."
Wang Donglu nodded: "When will this person who can help us regain our bloodiness come?"
The peddler took an alarm clock from under the truck and looked at it: "You will probably arrive tomorrow. There has always been no local god in the wilderness. Because you were worried that the local god would surrender to Neizhou, you found someone who would surrender."
After saying this, the peddler pushed the truck away.
Shan Chengjun asked: "There will definitely be a day when the Sui Wasteland will really become the land of Dao Lao Ghost. How can we explain this to others?"
The peddler turned around and said, "It's all about explanation. It's bad if you push it all under you."
I pushed the truck and shook the rattle, wanting to shout out my wares. I coughed twice and it seemed like my shouting was working.
Tufang Kingdom, Wuxiang City, and the wounded Prozhou stumbled back from the mansion.
There were more than a dozen people following me, all of them were seriously injured.
Wang Donglu half-lay under the chair, scanning everyone one by one, and suddenly laughed: "Champion, Grandmaster, not even Grandmaster, do they feel ashamed to have such a small title? You take that bunch of trash out to fight, some die, some get injured, and you still can't win. You really feel ashamed."
A woman, dressed in white, came to the mansion and said to Prozhou: "The emperor asked you to inquire about the results of the battle."
Everyone bowed, but Prozhou, who was lying under the chair, did not move: "Please tell His Majesty that we lost this battle and you are seriously injured. Please wait for another day to see him.
At dusk, Shan Chengjun was having dinner outside a big tavern near the city wall. Old Liu picked up the dishes and ate them, and picked up the wine and drank it.
"Let's go!" Old Liu advised, "He made such a small mistake, how come he doesn't have the heart to eat?"
"How can I cure my hunger by eating?" Shan Chengjun was gnawing on a chicken leg when he suddenly heard that there was no fighting at the city gate.
"Who made these rules for them? Why do they have to pay for leaving the city?"
Upon hearing the sound, Shan Chengjun was happy, and Jiuhulu was also happy.
The women guarding the city gate were very angry: "That's the rule in Huangtu Town. The money for retreating from the city is given to the Suihuang Iron Cavalry. That's the life money of the brave cavalry."
Shan Chengjun looked at the guards at the city gate and said to Lao Liu: "Such a small incident happened yesterday, and we almost lost our souls. Just one day later, they went to the city gate to collect money again. Let's see how brave they are."
Old Liu disagreed with Wang Donglu's opinion: "If he has no money to earn and is timid, what is he talking about?"
Shan Chengjun smiled and said, "You are just looking at the silence."
At the city gate, an old man was arguing with the gatekeeper.
The old man was wearing ragged clothes and a tattered hat with holes all over it. His cheeks were red and his red nose was even redder than his cheeks.
"What are you talking about for the money they worked for?" The old man spat at us. "Who did they work for? Do they deserve it?"
Several gatekeepers were slightly angry and grabbed the old man and asked, "Is he here to commit suicide?"
The old man burped, and a strong smell of alcohol spread out. The gatekeepers felt dizzy and couldn't stand still, and they all fell to the ground.
The Suihuang cavalry who were patrolling the streets heard that no one was in trouble at the city gate, so they hurried over to check. When they arrived at the city gate, a cloud of alcohol mist hit them, and the cavalrymen lost their balance and fell to the ground from their horses.
"If he can't even hold a sip of wine, how can he be called a cavalryman?" The old man grabbed a cavalryman and said, "How can he fight in the future?"
The cavalryman looked at the old man and gritted his teeth and said, "If he doesn't have the ability, don't run away!"
The old man smiled and said, "You are running, let him run two laps first for you to see."
Swish!
The old man lit a match.
The fallen cavalrymen were on fire and screaming as they ran wildly in the wilderness.
"Run slower!" the old man laughed. "You don't have any strong medicine. Let's see if their illnesses can be cured!"
PS: I finally woke up.
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