Qin Xiaopang had too much energy and blood and couldn't bear it anymore.
The principle is very simple.
Dietary repair can quickly convert food into nutrients needed by the body, and a large part of the nutrients will be converted into new blood.
If an older person practices dietary modification and his blood production slows down, there won’t be any problem.
Xiaopang has good hematopoietic function, but the food is converted too quickly, which causes problems. His blood vessels are about to burst!
Brother Zhang Liu had seen Shi Xiu die from a ruptured blood vessel before, so he should have taken precautions earlier.
But this happened more than 20 years ago, and Brother Zhang Liu didn’t think about it for the moment.
"Brother, don't eat yet!" Zhang Liuze stopped Qin Xiaopang first, then turned around and said to his men, "Go to the pond and catch some leeches."
"What are you grabbing that for?"
"Don't ask any more questions, just go!"
Zhang Liuze had just finished giving instructions to his men when he saw Xiaopang still eating buns.
"Brother, didn't I tell you not to eat anymore?" Zhang Liuze grabbed Xiaopang tightly.
Xiao Pang took a breath and said, "Sixth Brother, today in front of these people, I have to stuff these twenty kilograms of buns in even if I die."
"I can't fucking control you anymore!" Zhang Liuze pressed Xiaopang down on the chair, and people around him were talking about it.
"What's going on?"
"Food cultivation has affected the Qi and blood. You can't eat it anymore. If you eat it, you will die."
"Look at his red face. It's probably too late now. The food in his stomach has turned into blood. If he doesn't let it out, he'll be dead!"
"It's not easy to bleed, just cut it with a knife."
"Do you think he's killing someone? It's not that easy! He has a lot of blood. If the cut is too big, blood will gush out and he will die. If the cut is too small, the blood won't flow much and will clot on its own.
Who can be sure of this? If I give you the knife now, do you dare to chop him? Even a medical practitioner with a certain level of skill may not be able to do this. "
"Sixth brother is right. The only thing that can be used now is the leech."
Everyone was talking about it, and Xiaopang's face turned from red to purple.
Zhang Liuze's eyes turned red: "Where the hell did you go? I asked you to catch some leeches, but you couldn't catch any in such a long time!"
Even if we catch the leeches now, it's too late.
Xiaopang didn't even dare to move, fearing that any of his vital blood vessels might burst and he would die.
Li Banfeng walked behind Xiao Pang, took off his suit, covered his right hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother, bear with it."
After saying that, Li Banfeng took out the bloody pendulum and poked it on Qin Tianjiu's back.
The pendulum changed from bright silver to red, from red to purple, and from purple to deep black.
Li Banfeng heard the sound of the pendulum.
"Master, I can't eat anymore."
When the pendulum was pulled out, the color on Qin Xiaopang's face faded.
Qin Xiaopang's blood pressure was lowered by the blood-containing pendulum.
Li Banfeng put away the pendulum and looked at Qin Xiaopang's wound.
The wound was only two centimeters and the blood coagulated quickly, so it wasn't a big problem.
Xiaopang sat down to rest for a while, and his complexion gradually improved.
Zhang Liuze was still nervous. He didn't know what method Li Banfeng used, nor was he sure whether Qin Xiaopang was really okay.
Zhong Desong, the owner of Qingtang Teahouse, asked someone to make a pot of tea and brought it to Xiaopang: "Master Jiu, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves."
Qin Tianjiu waved his hand and said, "I won't drink the tea anymore. My stomach is not very satisfied."
Zhong Desong put the teacup aside and looked at the wound on Qin Xiaopang's back.
Li Banfeng had just used his coat to block the pendulum, but it still couldn't escape his eyes.
This action caught Li Banfeng's attention. He lowered his voice and asked Shopkeeper Feng, "Who is this?"
"You should know Zhong Desong from Qingtang Teahouse." Shopkeeper Feng smiled meaningfully at Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng remembered this person.
This person appeared on Manager Feng's list.
Zhong Desong!
Jiang Xiang is the sage of the second helm of Yaowang Hall, and Zhong Desong is a practitioner on the second level.
Today is Xiaopang’s good day, why would he invite people from Jiang Xiangbang?
This is something Li Banfeng is unaware of.
Most of today's guests were invited by Zhang Liuze, and Zhong Desong was one of them.
Zhang Liuze knew that Qin Xiaopang and Jiang Xiangbang had a grudge against each other, but there was no grudge between Zhang Liuze and Zhong Desong, and they had a good relationship.
This is also a way to give Xiaopang a way out, so that he can try to resolve the grudges in the future and not let things get to the point of a fight to the death.
Xiao Pang sat for a while, looked at Zhang Liuze, and said after a moment of hesitation: "Sixth Brother, my stomach doesn't feel good."
"You're in a hurry to eat. Take it slow. Don't be angry if it didn't make it to the next level this time. Next time we can..." Zhang Liuze was about to comfort Qin Xiaopang, but he saw Qin Xiaopang reaching out for the bun.
"I think I'm hungry."
"Are you hungry?" Zhang Liuze was puzzled.
It's normal to be hungry.
The buns that Qin Xiaopang ate turned into blood.
The blood was sucked away by the pendulum, and the stimulation accelerated the conversion of food, so Xiaopang became really hungry.
Zhang Liuze shouted, "Who has a watch? Is the time up?"
There is an alarm clock on the shopkeeper's desk: "Sixth Master, there is still a quarter of an hour!"
Upon hearing this, Xiaopang grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
In less than ten minutes, all the buns were eaten.
Xiaopang was afraid that it was not safe, so he picked up a roasted chicken and ate it in two or three gulps.
"Sixth brother, is that enough?"
Zhang Liuze was unsure. His cultivation level was invisible, and he was not sure whether Xiaopang had reached a higher level. "Brother, what do you think?"
Qin Xiaopang moved his shoulders and neck and waited for more than ten minutes. His shoulders swelled at a visible speed.
Not only the shoulders, but also the waist, abdomen, thighs and forearms grew synchronously. Except for the height, all the visible parts of Xiaopang's body grew longer, and his figure became much rounder than before.
Zhang Liuze laughed out loud and said, "Brother, it worked. I gained a lot of weight back then, too!"
Xiaopang was happy and everyone celebrated together. At this moment, Zhang Liuze remembered the stranger who had just saved Xiaopang.
Zhang Liuze came close to Li Banfeng and asked in a low voice, "My friend, what method did you use just now?"
"It's inconvenient to reveal the medical skills passed down from my ancestors," Li Banfeng smiled and changed the subject, "Sixth brother, where did you get that Qingwei powder? I also want a dose to regulate my stomach."
Zhang Liuze couldn't help laughing when he heard that. "My friend, I'm not lying to you. I bought that Qingwei Powder from a street medicine store. It doesn't have any miraculous effects. I gave it to Xiaopang to give him courage."
Li Banfeng couldn't help laughing, it was exactly as he thought.
The drinking lasted until the early morning.
Li Banfeng left early.
When he came, no one noticed, and when he left, no one knew.
This is the strength of a second-level home cultivator. Most of the people present did not have enough cultivation and ignored the existence of Li Banfeng.
But there was one person who didn't ignore it.
Li Banfeng was walking in the alley, intending to find a secluded place to start his mobile home, when he suddenly felt that danger was approaching.
He turned around suddenly and saw a man slowly walking into the alley.
The man was about fifty years old, wearing a long gown and a flat-top round hat. He was holding a teapot in his hand and walked towards Li Banfeng with a smile.
"Qin Tianjiu calls you Brother Seven, and the guys at Yu's cloth shop have also mentioned a Master Seven. You must be that Li Qi, right?"
Li Banfeng did not answer, but asked: "Manager Zhong, do you have any advice?"
The visitor was none other than the owner of Qingtang Teahouse, the sage of the second helm of Yaowang Hall of Jiang Xiang Gang, and the second-level ascetic Zhong Desong.
Zhong Desong held the teapot, looked at Li Banfeng, and smiled slightly, "It's not about giving me advice, I just want to invite you to have a cup of tea. Do you want to go to my teahouse, or should we just have a drink here?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "It's so late, I won't drink tea. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. Thank you for your kindness."
Zhong Desong still held the teapot in his palm, gently stroking the lid and spout. The originally quiet pot of tea slowly began to boil:
"Seventh Master, you are so cruel and merciless. You burned down the Geng family's medicine store, but now you dare not even drink a cup of tea from me?"
Li Banfeng put his hands in his pockets and confirmed the location of each weapon. "Manager Zhong, I don't know where you heard this news from. The Geng family and I have no dealings, and the burning of their medicine store has nothing to do with me."
Zhong Desong sneered, "A real man should be upright and stand tall. Why not take responsibility for what he did? Geng Zhiwei deserved to die. I don't plan to ask about this matter.
As for the Fairy Dance Theatre, it is our gang's property. I suspect you were responsible for this, but the gang doesn't allow me to ask about it, so I won't ask either.
But I have something to ask you, did you kill Mrs. Han and her two sons in Changliu Village?"
Changliu Village?
What about the old lady and her family?
Is that old lady’s surname Han?
I almost forgot that she is also a member of Jiang Xiang Gang.
Is Zhong Desong here to avenge her?
"You've got the wrong person. I've never been to Changliu Village. If nothing else, I'm leaving first." Li Banfeng turned around and was about to leave.
Zhong Desong threw the teapot, and the tea in the pot flowed onto the ground, and the boiling hot tea gushed out from the ground.
What kind of spell is this?
Li Banfeng leaped onto the wall to avoid the hot water under his feet.
He wanted to jump into the yard of a private house to get rid of Zhong Desong.
But Li Banfeng couldn't jump in. An invisible wall blocked the yard, blocked the entrance to the alley, and covered the sky, turning the entire alley into an enclosed space.
The hot water was still gushing out, the water level was getting higher and higher, the temperature had already exceeded the range of boiling water, and was even hotter than molten iron.
Li Banfeng stood on the top of the wall with his back against the invisible wall and could fall into the hot water at any time.
He tilted his ear and listened carefully, and vaguely heard an old voice speaking.
"Come on, come up here and warm yourself up, both of you!"
It is the teapot in Zhong Desong's hand, and the teapot is speaking.
The hot water under his feet did not come from Zhong Desong's magic, but from this teapot. Li Banfeng recognized the spiritual sound of the teapot and knew it was a magic weapon.
What a powerful magic weapon! Can a second-level cultivator control it?
However, this magic weapon seemed to have flaws. Li Banfeng saw Zhong Desong also jumped to the top of the wall, leaning against the invisible wall, avoiding the hot water under his feet.
The teapot attacks indiscriminately, whether it is hot water or the wall, the attack on Li Banfeng and Zhong Desong is the same.
But the effectiveness of the attacks varies greatly.
The hot steam rolled back and forth in the enclosed space, and Li Banfeng began to sweat.
Zhong Desong did not sweat and remained calm. He could endure pain that was unimaginable for ordinary people.
This is a magic weapon specially made for ascetic practice.
This magic weapon can create a harsh environment, which has a great impact on other Taoist sects, but has little effect on ascetic practices.
Li Banfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Manager Zhong, why are you doing this? Do you want to die with me?"
Zhong Desong shook his head and smiled, "We won't die together. I can bear this pain, but you can't. You are a home repairman, right?"
Li Banfeng's heart tightened, as many people could tell that he was a Lv Xiu, because his characteristics were quite obvious.
But Zhong Desong did not realize that Li Banfeng was a traveling cultivator, but instead realized that he was a home cultivator.
How did he figure that out?
Zhong Desong stroked the teapot in his hand and smiled softly, "Old Lady Han has a treasure at home, that is the clock. Others cannot see that it is a treasure, but I know the secret inside. In fact, it is the spirit of Old Lady Han.
The pendulum in your hand is the one on the clock. I recognize it.
You were able to kill Old Lady Han in her house and take away her house spirit. I guess only a house repairman can have such ability. "
It turns out that he didn't figure it out by observation, but rather inferred it.
Zhong Desong walked along the wall, stroking the teapot, and slowly walked towards Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, you were able to kill Mrs. Han's family, which proves that your cultivation is not low, but considering your age, you are at most a second-level cultivator.
If you had just come out of the house, I wouldn't have dared to fight you, but I've calculated that it's been three hours since you entered the bun shop.
Your house should be nearby. Once you enter the house, I will be no match for you. But in this land, you will not survive tonight.
Do you feel hot? Do you feel like you are about to be steamed? You are used to the comfort of your house and cannot stand the hardship. In this place of suffering, you are simply unable to fight. "
Zhong Desong knew Zhaixiu very well, and he knew that Zhaixiu was not suitable for fighting in harsh environments.
He wanted to kill Li Banfeng, and he was fully prepared for this battle.
The top of the wall was very narrow, wet and slippery, and on the other side was an invisible wall. It was difficult for a normal person to walk, let alone stand still.
But Zhong Desong took every step very steadily, and his smiling face gradually became ferocious:
"Tell me, how did you kill Old Lady Han, and how did you kill your two sons?"
Li Banfeng was surprised and asked, "Why do you care so much about Old Lady Han? She is your wife?"
"It would be great if it were true." Zhong Desong did not deny that he had real feelings for Old Lady Han, but unfortunately Old Lady Han never gave him a chance.
"What do you like about that old lady?"
"She is good in every way. She is a good person!"
Is that old lady a good person?
What is this old man thinking?
This is true emotion!
Seeing him getting closer, Li Banfeng took a step back, as if he wanted to retreat.
Zhong Desong laughed twice: "Don't move, don't move, this wall is very slippery, if you are not careful you will fall into the water, once you fall, not even a bone will be left.
In this pool of tea, I have killed six second-level cultivators, two third-level cultivators, and seriously injured a fourth-level cultivator. Do you think you can escape?
I can walk on the wall, but you can't. I can walk on any difficult road. I can fight here, but you can't. Because I can endure any hardship.
If you don't believe me, you can try walking forward a few steps. If you want to be scalded to death, I won't stop you. If you want to die quickly, just answer my questions honestly. How did you kill Mrs. Han's family? How did you..."
Bang!
Li Banfeng ran all the way, rushed forward, and kicked Zhong Desong.
Zhong Desong staggered and almost fell.
When he was stunned, Li Banfeng twisted his wrist and snatched the teapot away.
Zhong Desong was shocked and wanted to pull Li Banfeng into the hot water together.
He could stay in the hot water for a while, but Li Banfeng couldn't last a moment.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t hold on, Li Banfeng didn’t want to go into the water.
Li Banfeng dodged and kicked Zhong Desong again.
Zhong Desong failed to stand firmly and fell into the boiling water alone.
Feeling severe pain, Zhong Desong struggled hard.
How is that possible?
How can he stand still?
How could he possibly come here?
He didn't fall off the wall?
Under the fumigation of steam, the wall became very slippery.
Under normal circumstances, a home repairman standing on the top of the wall with his back against the invisible wall, his body cannot control his balance, and his feet are so slippery that he cannot take a single step.
Zhong Desong can endure harsh environments and has strong adaptability, so he can take every step firmly.
But if he wanted to compete with a travel cultivator in footwork, he was really overthinking it.
For Lv Xiu, this slippery wall is not much different from the flat ground. Li Banfeng can run on the wall.
Zhong Desong, who was boiled in hot water, stuck his head out with difficulty. He wanted to transfer his pain to Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng stood firmly on the wall with one foot, and stretched out the other foot, stepped on Zhong Desong's head, and pushed him into the hot water.
"You can endure hardship, right? Don't be polite, you can endure as much as you want!"
Zhong Desong stuck his head out again and was kicked down by Li Banfeng again.
"If you like Old Lady Han, I'll send you to reunite with her!"
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