Lord of Puluo

Chapter 338 Donkey

"What is the origin of false love?"

Feng Daiku explained: “The root of true love is transformed by emotion, nurtured in the heart and rooted in the eyes.

This false root of love is transformed into an illusion. It is born in the eyes, stays in the eyes, and is transformed into the eyes. It is both true and false, virtual and real. It is a means of forgery through illusion.

The two of them were talking like this in the cinema, but they weren't afraid of others hearing them?

Really not afraid.

The people around him didn't see Feng Daiku, let alone hear the conversation between the two.

The technique of using illusions to fake love cultivation made Feng Daiku a little angry: "Wu Lang, where did this handkerchief come from?"

"It was left behind by a confidant in Heishipo when uprooting the roots of false love."

Feng Daiku murmured: "Heishi Po has false feelings, but I haven't seen the waistband of his trouser belt. What's the reason?"

Ma Wudao: "The other party is not a reckless person. If he forges love cultivation methods in your realm, isn't he waiting for you to punish him?"

Feng Daiku shook his head slightly: "That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about why the same movie can't leave a trace of false love in my place.

If it has been left, I have to deal with it early. If it has not been left, what are the changes? "

Ma Wu understood what Feng Daiku meant. The movies shown in Heishipo may be different from those shown in the trousers.

What's the difference?

Ma Wu was really prepared for this matter: "My men will be at the waistband tomorrow, and they will bring Heishipo's shadow."

Feng Daiku looked at the screen, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you just bringing this one movie? This "Blood Blade Detective" is a bit too dull."

Ma Wu hugged Feng Dai and said bitterly: "There are many good movies. Let's appreciate them one by one."

…

The next day, Feng Daiku was in the hotel and watched Hei Shipo's "Blood Blade Detective" with Ma Wu. Feng Daiku was careful and after watching it for about ten minutes, he found the key point.

"Goro, rewind this scene a little bit."

Ma Wu reversed the film and rewind it for about five minutes.

Xiao Xiufei, the female lead, was taking a bath under the showerhead. Suddenly, she shed a tear in a sad place.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, onto his cheeks, onto his neck, and then onto his conscience.

The male lead, Chu Ningsheng, suddenly walked into the bathroom and sucked the tears into his mouth.

I have to say that this series of shots was used very well. Analyzing it purely from an artistic point of view, Ma Wu is very convinced. There is no such long shot in "Blood Gun Detective".

The detail that Feng Daiku noticed was the scene when the hero swallowed the teardrop.

That swallow seemed to swallow up all the sentimentality and melancholy of the heroine.

"Goro, in this picture, there shouldn't be any shadows on the waistband of your pants."

"No?" Ma Wu was stunned for a moment. In his impression, he seemed to have seen this scene in the cinema yesterday.

Feng Daiku shook his head and said: "Wulang, I really don't have this picture. This picture is very delicately shot and makes people miss you deeply.

The reason why Wulang didn't notice it was because Wulang had too much experience in this area. There are also some people who are not naturally interested in such things and will not fall for tricks.

But there are very few such people. When ordinary people see this scene, their hearts must be touched. This is how the root of false love is planted.

Goro, look carefully, first look at the teardrop, and then look at this woman's conscience. There are illusion techniques here. "

Ma Wu took a closer look and found that it was indeed different.

He had slept with Xiao Xiufei, and Xiao Xiufei's conscience was very light in color, but the color and texture here became very dark.

This is where illusion begins.

In order to sell more movie tickets, so much thought was wasted.

Ma Wu shook his head and sighed: "After Ling Miaoying died, I don't know who is running this film company. This is a bit bad."

Feng Daiku frowned slightly and said: "Wu Lang, I can't bear this. No matter what their purpose is, they used this trick to forge the means of my Taoist sect. I absolutely can't bear this!"

Ma Wudao: "How do you want to deal with it?"

"Goro, is there any way to lure them to the waistband?"

Ma Wu thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "These people usually stay in Green Water City. It is too difficult to lure them out."

When he heard about Green Water City, Feng Dai sighed bitterly: "If the matter happened somewhere else, it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to go find them, but if it's Green Water City..."

Green Water City is the land of Lu Huazi. I wonder which land god dares to say that he is not afraid of Lu Huazi.

Ma Wu comforted Feng Daiku twice, and Feng Daiku's mood improved slightly.

"Goro, do you also want to learn their method and earn more movie tickets?"

"Who am I?" Ma Wu shook his head and said, "No matter what business you are doing, you must not lose your basic duty. When I go back, I will expose this matter immediately and I will not let others be fooled again."

Feng Daiku touched Ma Wu's cheek and said, "I'll teach Wu Lang some illusion techniques. If we encounter similar things in the future, Wu Lang will be able to see through them at a glance."

Ma Wu was very happy. It was such a rare opportunity to be able to practice magic with Ditou.

Feng Daiku poked Ma Wu's forehead: "It would be too easy for you to always learn your skills from me."

Ma Wu hugged Feng Daiku tightly and said, "How can I make you suffer, I will just pay the tuition!"

…

Early in the morning, Qiu Ji's Medicine Store was not open, and the mournful old man was sitting at the door early with a cigarette bag and a pot.

With his dejected look, the medicine shop can't hope to have any business for a day.

Even if there were people who came to buy medicine, they would not dare to enter Qiuji Medicine Store in order to avoid this mourning monk.

Does the mourning monk have nowhere else to go?

He had also been to other places, and after repeated comparisons, he felt that this place was the most suitable.

The main reason is that the level of this mourning cultivator is not low and ordinary people cannot handle him.

Qiu Zhiheng asked someone to find out. His name was Yu Heshun, a sixth-floor mourner who had turned eighteen villages into deserted villages in his life.

The villagers couldn't stand his interference, so they died or walked away.

The village was abandoned and he could no longer practice cultivation. He had no choice but to move around. Now that he was older, he really didn't want to move, so he wanted to find a suitable family and stayed with him for more than two years.

Not many families can withstand mourning on the sixth floor, just like the bun shop in Ligou. Yu Heshun has been there before, but the bun shop owner is an honest man.

Honest people do honest business and can't bear too much trouble. After being disgusted by Yu Heshun for a few days, the bun shop almost closed down. If he was disgusted for a few more days, the bun shop owner would probably commit suicide.

Qiu Zhiheng is obviously not an ordinary person. From Yu Heshun's point of view, such a person may not die even if he works for ten or eight years. This job must be preserved.

Of course, if he had heard of Qiu Zhiheng's name, he would not dare to continue to pester him like this.

He tolerated him for a while because he didn't want to get into trouble, but that didn't mean Qiu Zhiheng would always tolerate him.

"Lao Qi, the business of the Lu family newspaper office has been handed over to you. The people at the Yaowanggou newspaper office should be familiar with it, right?"

Li Banfeng said: "I'm not familiar with him, but I recognize him."

"Just recognize them and ask them to come over later."

"Brother Qiu? You don't want the newspaper to expose this old thing, do you? He doesn't know how shabby he is, so it's probably useless."

Qiu Zhiheng shook his head and said: "He knows how miserable he is. It depends on what the matter is. Wife, follow this recipe and make a good medicinal meal and send it to Yu Heshun."

Mrs. Sister-in-law looked at the prescription and said with a blushing face: "Is this possible? He is so old..."

Qiu Zhiheng replied seriously: "I'm getting older, so I have to recuperate. Grass blades, stop crying and lend me your two donkeys that pull the cart."

…

At noon, Mrs. Sister-in-law brought a bowl of lean meat porridge to the door and handed it to Yu Heshun: "This is for you, eat it."

Yu Heshun took the porridge, looked at it, and said sadly, "Did you poison the porridge?"

Madam-in-law frowned and said, "Why are you talking?"

"What did I say? What did I say? I just asked you if you were poisonous? What are you angry about? Do you have a guilty conscience?" Yu Heshun opened his mouth like a barrage and couldn't stop.

Mrs. Sister-in-law turned around and left. Yu Heshun picked up the porridge and ate and drank. While eating, he muttered: "This porridge is too thin, full of water, too much and too little. At first glance, you are not a generous family!"

Can your business still be run like this? If you don't even put some real ingredients into a bowl of porridge, you deserve to be poor for the rest of your life! "

While eating the porridge, Yu Heshun kept tasting the ingredients in the porridge, and he was also afraid that someone would poison him.

But Mrs. Sister-in-law did not poison her. She is a high-level food cultivator and her cooking skills are very good. She also made this bowl of porridge with great care. Yu Heshun ate it cleanly and smashed the bowl into pieces:

"If you don't give me enough to eat, you will feel ill at ease when I see you!" Yu Heshun also spat.

A passerby asked: "You didn't give anyone money, but they gave you something to stutter. Why are you still cursing?"

"What did I scold him for? What did I scold him for?" Yu Heshun shouted loudly, "I wasn't full to begin with. Did I say something wrong?"

Don't argue with him. If you argue more, you will suffer a loss.

The clerk from the medicine shop came out to dump out the dirt and brought two donkeys to Yu Heshun.

Yu Heshun said with a sad face: "What are you doing? Are you blind? You didn't see anyone here, why did you bring the animals here?"

The clerk ignored him and turned back to the medicine shop.

Yu Heshun didn't leave either, and just sat next to the donkey.

You want to drive me away with two donkeys?

What are you thinking about?

Qiu Zhiheng came behind Yu Heshun and patted him gently. Yu Heshun turned around and cursed: "I'm telling you, don't touch me! If you touch me again, your whole family will die!"

This is called mourning, one of the techniques of mourning. If Qiu Zhiheng touches him again, his family may not die, but they will definitely encounter bad luck.

Qiu Zhiheng raised his hands, shook his head and said, "I won't touch you. I just want to give you some money and let you stay somewhere else."

"No, I'm not going anywhere! I'm just happy to stay here, what can you do?"

Qiu Zhiheng nodded, this was the last chance he gave Yu Heshun.

There is indeed no poison in Madam-in-law's porridge, only tonics.

But if combined with Qiu Zhiheng's techniques, it's a different story.

Yu Heshun was sitting at the door, smoking another bag of dry cigarettes, when he suddenly heard a donkey braying in his ears.

Uh-huh!

Strange, why does this donkey bray so beautifully?

Yu Heshun raised his head and glanced at the donkey, then lowered his head.

Uh-huh!

The donkey brayed again.

Yu Heshun's face turned a little red.