Lord of Puluo

Li Banfeng laughed angrily at Pan Dehai: "Old Pan, if I give you the prescription today, can you guarantee that the insect plague will be controlled?"

Pan Dehai sighed and said: "How to use this prescription and where to use it need to be carefully considered."

"No!" Li Banfeng knew that this old guy was still messy. "We don't have time to make long-term plans. We can find medicinal materials, prepare medicines, and kill insects as quickly as possible."

"Nowadays, there are many disputes in Toudao Ridge. There may be inconvenience in the allocation of medicinal materials. We must wait until the disturbance in Toudao Ridge subsides before making any plans."

Toudaoling is the transportation hub of Haichiling. Under normal circumstances, medicinal materials must be distributed through Toudaoling.

But Pan Dehai had special means, why didn't he use them?

"Why don't you allocate medicinal materials to the new land? The local gods everywhere should help."

Pan Dehai shook his head and said: "This is a matter within Haichiling and we should not bother others."

What is this nonsense?

"Didn't you just say that we share the same enemy? Didn't you want to lead the insect plague to other places before? Why don't you want to trouble others now?"

Pan Dehai still shook his head: "It was a helpless move to get all the places to work together. Now that we have countermeasures, we should take a long-term approach."

In fact, Pan Dehai's thinking is very clear and not contradictory at all.

He was very willing to do this to disperse the insect infestation and get everyone into the water together.

He was unwilling to let other local gods intervene in Haichiling.

The insect plague needs to be cured, but the prerequisite is that his position in Haichi Ridge cannot be shaken.

Li Banfeng understood what he was thinking: "If you cherish yourself so much, I won't be able to give you the prescription."

Pan Dehai's face sank: "Hunter, I didn't hear what you just said."

Li Banfeng repeated again: "I won't give you this prescription."

"If you don't give me a prescription, how will you provide relief?"

"I'll go find the salesman. The salesman must have a way to transport the medicinal materials. If you don't want to deal with the insect infestation, I'll find someone to help you deal with it."

Pan Dehai stared at Li Banfeng and said slowly: "Believe it or not, I will prevent you from leaving Haichiling. Believe it or not, I will leave you in Pancake Village!"

Li Banfeng said expressionlessly: "I believe it, you come."

"You are so arrogant." Pan Dehai was angry.

Jiu Gourd was also very nervous.

Why is this little brother crazy?

Why do you keep provoking the Earth God?

She kept rubbing against Li Banfeng, but Li Banfeng ignored her completely.

He is indeed crazy.

Opposite is the strongest being in Haichi Ridge, even if Li Banfeng says a soft word...

If he really spoke softly, he would be dead.

Pan Dehai is best at taking advantage of others' humility, guilt and cowardice.

Jiu Gourd suddenly thought of this and stopped rubbing against Li Banfeng.

This is the correct way to negotiate with Pan Dehai.

This little guy is crazy and he did nothing wrong.

Pan Dehai also slowly calmed down.

Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind.

The cultivation level was invisible, and he really didn't know what level the young man in front of him was.

He could test it. In fact, he could make Li Banfeng lose consciousness with just one look, but he didn't do that.

This man was sent by Lao Yao, and he had a good relationship with the salesman based on his tone.

For him, it's not worth offending Lao Yao, and it's even less worth offending the salesman.

After thinking again and again, Pan Dehai nodded and said: "Okay, I will transport the medicinal materials from a new place and start treating the insects immediately."

"You make a written statement." Li Banfeng took out a pen and paper.

Lao Pan glanced at the white paper on the table, couldn't help but feel angry, and shouted: "This is the deed paper!"

"It's a deed," Li Banfeng nodded, "Why do you still want to regret it?"

This is a deed paper made from Liu Liangyi's contract. Although it is said to be from Honglian, it may not be of sufficient quality.

Whether it’s enough or not, we’ll talk after you use it.

Pan Dehai was speechless. He made a contract, pressed his fingerprints, and then asked Li Banfeng: "It's not easy for you to come here. I plan to give you a magic weapon as a reward."

Li Banfeng didn't want the magic weapon, but before he could speak, Pan Dehai took out the magic weapon first.

He took out a folding fan, with red bones and white face, more than a foot long, with a faint fragrance of ink.

Pan Dehai said to Li Banfeng: "This fan has been following me for many years and is imbued with the spirit of saintliness. When I hold it in my hand, it is a good weapon for both offense and defense.

The three combinations of over-the-top moves can make the enemy subdued by the aura of holy virtue, and their combat power will be greatly reduced. "

To put it bluntly, it is the most common method used by virtue cultivators to make opponents feel guilty and hesitate to take action.

A very interesting magic weapon.

"How much is the sharp decrease?"

"It depends on the enemy's level, but also on your own cultivation level, and most importantly, on the depth of your virtue. You can't explain it in just a few words, you still need to understand it yourself."

The so-called depth of virtue depends on the height of your moral position.

"What's the price of this magic weapon?" Li Banfeng has not forgotten this matter.

"You must practice with this precious fan and meditate on holy thoughts for at least three hours every day."

meditation?

Staying in a daze with a fan for three hours every day?

The cost is not big, and it does not conflict with home repair, but Li Banfeng is a little resistant, but this is not the point.

After giving away the magic weapon, Pan Dehai said goodbye and left: "Go back and tell Lao Yao that I have accepted this love."

Li Banfeng didn't leave Haichiling, but he still couldn't trust Pan Dehai.

He went back to his home and took ten sets of insecticides.

The record player smelled a strange smell and asked: "Hey, sir, what did you bring back?"

He unfolded the folding fan and saluted the record player: "I am the fan of a sage and virtuous man. I have met Madam."

The voice was that of a young man, and the record player snorted coldly: "It seems that he understands the rules, but the voice is a bit vague."

Folding Fan was startled, cleared his throat and said, "It's been cold these past two days. I must have caught the wind chill."

"Wind-cold? It seems like it's really wind-cold. Her voice is so nasal." The lady smiled.

She was reminding Li Banfeng that the sound of this folding fan echoed.

Why is there an echo?

Because there is another mystery inside the fan bone.

As Mr. Yao said, Pan Dehai's magic weapon may have the function of recording. There are other things embedded in this folding fan. Li Banfeng can't tell them apart, but he can't escape his wife's ears.

Fan Zi was very nervous and quickly changed the subject: "The Lord's residence is a unique place."

"It's not bad," Li Banfeng said with a smile, "I'll show you somewhere else."

new

"Very good." Fan agreed quickly. He was trying to collect more information.

The record player scolded: "Mr. sir, are you taking him to look elsewhere?"

She was worried that Li Banfeng would not understand her hint.

Li Banfeng didn't seem to understand.

He went to the outer room with his fan: "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, it's wonderful, the layout is so exquisite, I don't know what the name of this mansion is."

"Don't ask for my name. I'll meet the second lady soon."

Li Banfeng brought the fan to Honglian, and Honglian slowly opened its petals.

"What level of magic weapon is this?" The folding fan was very surprised and wanted to record every detail of Honglian.

Li Banfeng smiled and said: "You will know in a moment, Alian, train him."

Have you practiced?

Before Fanzi could figure out what Li Banfeng meant, a whirlwind was blowing in Lianxin.

Refined means to go back to the furnace and recreate it.

When Fanzi woke up, it was too late: "Master, why do you treat me like this? I wholeheartedly want to serve you, why do you treat me like this!"

The fan was put into the lotus heart, and the wailing stopped suddenly.

A layer of white mist appeared on the gourd's body, but it was even more sweaty than just now.

This madman is really mad...

Chichi~

The record player smiled and said: "Sister, don't be afraid, our man has this temperament, and sometimes I can't figure it out."

Li Banfeng touched the gourd, wiped away her sweat, took the medicine powder and left the house.

He handed the medicinal powder to Niu Fuzhi, who was grateful.

"Benefactor, whatever you want, as long as we have it, just ask!"

Li Banfeng said: "I really want to ask you for help with something. You said before that there is a rice soup village that still sells wine. I want to go and have a look."

He didn't want to buy wine, he had no shortage of wine.

He wanted to see if the village could survive.

If Lao Pan refused to provide disaster relief, he would find a way to save it himself.

It would be better if Lu Dongjun was really effective. No matter who it was, this disaster must be ended as soon as possible.

…

Lu Dongjun came to Jiangyuan Leather Factory. This leather factory was originally the property of the Ma family. It accidentally closed down during the insect disaster and now belongs to Lu Dongjun.

Lu Dongjun still pretended to be a supporter and entered the manager's office of the leather factory.

The manager was sitting behind his desk, and a song "Peaceful Spring" was playing on the wind-up record player.

"The night is like day, the new moon is like a hook, and the whole world is filled with joy..."

It was a very auspicious piece of music, but there was no hint of joy on the manager's face.

The leather factory had only been open for two days when the insect infestation returned, and the manager was considering whether to suspend operations.

Seeing someone pushing open the door and walking in, the manager was very unhappy and asked: "Who is it? What do you do? Are you so unruly?"

Lu Dongjun came to the manager: "I am the person next to the second master, and the second master asked me to collect the bill."

"Collect the bill?" The manager was stunned for a long time.

Lu Dongjun was also prepared, knowing that he could not collect money with empty words, so he took out a document and handed it to the manager: "This is the warrant from our second master."

This was indeed written by Lu Dongjun himself. The manager took it, glanced at it casually, and returned the order to Lu Dongjun.

"I don't know where your warrant came from, but I don't think the second master of the Lu family would have written such a thing."

Lu Dongjun glared and said, "You say my warrant is fake?"

The manager smiled and said, "So what if it's true? This factory has already been owned by the Shen family. Why do you come here to collect money with Lu Dongjun's warrant?"

"Returned to the Shen family? Which Shen family?"

The manager frowned and said, "Is this what you should ask? You came to defraud money, and you didn't ask for the details beforehand. At least you can read more newspapers."

After speaking, the manager casually handed Lu Dongjun a newspaper.

There was a news on the second page of the newspaper that Lu Dongjun sold Jiangyuan Leather Factory to Shen Rongqing, with a photo of the two shaking hands.

Shen Rongqing is a woman in her twenties, very handsome, but Lu Dongjun has never seen him before.

Where did this photo come from?

When did I shake hands with this woman?

When did I sell the factory to her?

I gave an order to only sell shares, not the factory!

"Where's the contract? Where's your contract to buy the factory?" Lu Dongjun glared at the leather factory manager.

The manager lowered his face and said: "When you come out to make a living, you have to be a little more measured. You've already betrayed your gang, why are you still making such a fuss here? Before I call someone to come over and beat you up, get as far away from me as you can..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Dongjun stepped forward and grabbed the manager's neck: "I asked you where the contract is?"

The manager was speechless. He was an uneducated person.

Lu Dongjun tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hold back the strength in his hands and strangled the manager to death.

"Thousands of mountains compete for beauty, hundreds of rivers compete for flow, colorful candles burn high, and peaceful music plays..."

Not listening to the sound of the record player, Lu Dongjun threw the manager aside and thought about where the contract was.

The contract is not in the factory at all.

In the manager's office, there is a secret compartment, and Lu Dongjun found more than 160 oceans in the secret compartment.

This is all Lu Dongjun gained from this trip.

Lu Dongjun threw Dayang on the ground and it fell everywhere.

After a while, he lowered his head and picked it up again.

He didn't have much cash with him, and he couldn't withdraw checks from the bank. Lu Dongjun didn't expect that he would be short of money.

He accepted Dayang and left Jiangyuan Leather Store.

…

Half an hour later, He Jiaqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, received the news that the manager of Jiangyuan Leather Factory had died.

Hearing the sound of fighting at the scene, He Jiaqing determined the identity of the other party.

The nurse kept sitting beside the bed, which made He Jiaqing a little embarrassed.

Why is this aunt always staring at me today?

I almost forgot that it was time for her to wipe my body after a while. She seemed to enjoy this process.

He Jiaqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the nurse suddenly fainted.

He sat up and whispered softly: "Tell my dad that we found Lu Dongjun."

"Where are the people from other families?"

"Ignore them. The only one who really wants Lu Dongjun's life is my father."

PS: Bian Feng has this kind of temperament, and sometimes I can’t figure it out.