Lord of Puluo

Li Banfeng had a few moves with Zhong Er and gave him some martial arts classics to help him practice well.

The second grader was very serious and started to study the classics when he got in the car. However, Li Banfeng understood one thing. The current practice of the second grader was of very limited effect.

In Puozhou, martial arts is the most common Taoist sect, and Li Banfeng has seen many low-level cultivators. The diligence of the second grader made Li Banfeng ignore one problem, the gap between fighters and real martial arts cultivators.

In the actual combat process, the fighter's first priority is to choose the appropriate weapon.

Martial arts cultivators don't need to think about this, they just use whatever they pick up.

This determines the natural gap between the two sides in their adaptability. Fighters are basically one level behind martial arts practitioners.

On the way back, Li Banfeng asked Bulb: "What is the name of oil repair in other states?"

"The Lubricator!"

"Did you also rely on the Bureau's guidance to become a dark energy user?"

Bulb shook his head and said: "The guidance agent I use is inherited from my family and was left to me by my grandfather."

"Your grandfather is an oil repairman?"

"I don't know what kind of sect he is. I have never met my grandfather. He left before I was born. My parents never told my grandpa's sect."

"Who else in our bureau has a Taoism passed down from their family?"

"That's quite a lot. Chongxiu He Bensheng's Taoist sect is inherited from his family. Sister Mihung's Taoist sect is also inherited from his family. There is also Datou's Taoist sect that is also inherited from his family. There are several others. I can't remember them at the moment."

Speaking of Big Head, Bulb paused for a long time.

Datou is still locked up in the Dark Star Bureau and has never been back home or seen his family.

Back at his residence, Li Banfeng entered the residence. Chu Zikai was no longer there. Hong Ying arranged the flesh and blood and waited for the magic weapons to be served.

The record player originally wanted Chu Zikai to stay for a while, but something unexpected happened: "My lord, Chu Zikai suddenly said something, and his body began to explode. It is very similar to An Zongding's situation."

"Which sentence?"

"He said that the so-called civilization is all fabricated."

Hong Ying said: "I was asking him about the Birch Tree Monastery at that time, and he named more than a dozen of them just for the residence of Love."

Li Banfeng looked at Hong Ying's record book: "There are more than a dozen places, but it's not easy to find."

Hong Ying said: "I was very cruel, I guess he didn't lie.'

The family was having dinner at the table, and Li Banfeng was looking through Chu Zikai's confession and secondary school information.

The Birch Tree Priory is now an urgent problem for Li Banfeng to deal with, because this organization knows Li Banfeng's identity. Li Banfeng is in the open, and they are secretly. If the delay continues, Li Banfeng may be plotted by them at any time.

The information and confessions all mentioned one place, the black market.

The Birch Tree Monastery is also short of money. In addition to using the ferry gang to make money, they also run some businesses on the black market. Zhong Er marked several stall owners. These people are all related to the Birch Tree Monastery on the black market. Past.

Chu Zikai also mentioned in his confession that Miglof had his own business in the black market.

The family was at the table for dinner, and the record player told Hong Ying: "Send some food to the fifth, seventh, and eighth rooms, and let the other rooms have a look. As long as you contribute to us, we will definitely treat you well."

Li Banfeng left his home and called Tang Changfa.

Tang Changfa quickly handed over the business to Yan Hong'er and Yan Cuier, and ran to Li Banfeng's residence. Li Banfeng asked, "Are you getting used to being in the black market?"

"Getting used to it! It's a really nice place, business is easy to do, and the people are easy to get along with."

"Where can you get the supply?" Li Banfeng never helped Tang Changfa solve this problem. When he first started running his business, Tang Changfa could only sell the inventory he had.

"Master Qi, you don't have to worry about this." Tang Changfa was really good at the black market. "There are many people who want to deliver goods to us and want me to receive them. The goods must be of high quality and the price must be appropriate. There is a lot of supply. , whatever I choose.”

Li Banfeng showed Tang Changfa the list of stall owners in the second grade: "Are you familiar with these people?"

Tang Changfa pointed at a man named Zeng Hongfu and said: "I know this man well. He is in his fifties. He has been working in the black market for many years. He kept coming to me last night, saying he wanted to buy medicine to regenerate amputated limbs."

Rebirth of a severed limb?

"Are you trying to grow arms?"

Tang Changfa said: "I don't know whether he is missing an arm or a leg. I really didn't sell it to him in the first place.

Because this medicine is too expensive. "

"Do you really have such medicine?"

"Yes! There are two kinds. One is the paste given by the city lord. This is Jiao Xiu's treasure. It can be used to glue on some flesh and blood. It can barely be used on some arms and legs.

There is another kind that is even more powerful, it is the salesman's plaster. No matter which piece is missing on the body, as long as it is aligned correctly, it will

Then glue it on to ensure it works. "

Li Banfeng had seen both of these things, especially when the salesman gave Qiu Zhiheng his hands, Li Banfeng was really shocked.

Tang Changfa said: "Now there is still a bottle of paste, and there is only this patch of plaster. Such a precious thing,

I couldn't bear to sell it to him. He came and raised the price several times, but I ignored him. I guess he will have to come to me again tonight. "

Li Banfeng asked: "Are there no other Puozhou people in the black market? Can they buy plasters or pastes from others?"

"That's difficult," Tang Changfa shook his head and said, "Our city lord got the glue from a glue repair friend. The glue repair friend worked hard and could only make two or three bottles of glue a year. If someone else asks for it,

It's impossible for that friend to give it,

Don't even think about the plasters from the salesmen. If you have a broken limb, you can go to the salesman to buy plasters. You will be given as much plaster as you can use. You won't be allowed to take more. No matter how much you give, it won't matter.

The plaster in my hand was snatched from the salesman's car when he came to Fool's City. As you know,

The salesman usually lets us go, but if we were in another place, who would dare to snatch the salesman’s things? This plaster is a priceless treasure. "

Plasters and pastes are priceless treasures. Tang Changfa did the right thing. These things should really be cherished.

But how did Zeng Hongfu know that Tang Changfa had this precious medicine?

"Have you ever taken out these two things to show off?"

Tang Changfa shook his head and said: "I haven't shown off. When Zeng Hongfu came to ask yesterday, Yan Cuier was very carefree.

I let it slip. "

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "You have to remember to hit her in this matter. Tell Yan Cui'er that she will be hit a hundred times. When I have time, I will hit her myself."

"The shopkeeper is right, it deserves a beating, I'll mark it down for her right now!"

According to Li Banfeng's impression, Miglolov's hand fell to the ground and turned into mud. He should indeed buy medicine to regenerate a severed limb, but paste and plaster should be of no use to him, right? His hand was gone.

Seek medical attention in a hurry?

Or maybe he has other ways?

Li Banfeng said: "Let's go to the black market together later. You can sell the paste to that person at a higher price.

!

Li Qi gave the order, and Tang Changfa naturally obeyed. The two of them arrived at the black market and sat in the box.

Tonight the Palace of Culture is showing a romance movie, and the main items on sale are medicinal materials.

As Li Banfeng watched the movie, Yan Cui'er and Yan Hong'er massaged Li Banfeng's shoulders and back. Yan Cui'er, in particular, served her very hard, and would say coquettish words from time to time: "Shopkeeper, are you really willing to beat me? You want to?" Just hit it twice with your hands.

You can't copy this guy! "

Halfway through the movie, someone called the door. Li Banfeng calmly sat in the corner of the box.

Sure enough, Zeng Hongfu came again, and he doubled the price for the medicine to regenerate broken limbs. Tang Changfa deliberately hesitated for a long time, and finally sold him the paste.

Zeng Hongfu was so happy that he stopped setting up the stall and ran out of the Cultural Palace.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, Zeng Hongfu entered a residential building and entered a two-bedroom house.

There were more than a dozen people sitting around in the living room. Zeng Hongfu communicated with everyone in fluent Ravsha and entered the master bedroom under the supervision of two Ravsha people.

Migueloff was lying in the bedroom. When he saw Zeng Hongfu, he smiled: "My child, have you gained anything?"

No matter how old the other person is, they are all referred to as children here in Miglov.

Zeng Hongfu found it quite useful. He agreed and took out the paste: "This is the best medicine in Puzhou, a special product from the adhesive."

"Child, you need to explain the concept more clearly. Are you a gluer or a glue repairer?"

Zeng Hongfu immediately realized that he had worded it incorrectly: "It is a product of glue repair, which can perfectly reshape your lost limbs."

Miglof stared at the paste for a long time, nodded and said: "My child, I will keep your contribution to the monastery in mind, and your duties in the monastery will also be adjusted accordingly.

I need some arms now, and I mean some, not one. You know, to fully restore my left arm, it is not something that one arm can do. It requires a complex and detailed repair. "

Zeng Hongfu nodded repeatedly and said: "Great President, this is my sacred and glorious mission. Just leave it to me."

"The person who sold you this bottle of medicine, bring him to see me. If he refuses to come, you have to ask them about the source of this bottle of medicine. No matter whether they are willing to answer or not, their lives cannot continue to be here. world."

Zeng Hongfu said: "Don't worry, I will reply to you early tomorrow morning."

Miglof waved his hand, indicating that Zeng Hongfu could leave.

Zeng Hongfu did not dare to turn his back to Miglov, so he retreated all the way to the door, opened the door, turned sideways, and closed the door quietly, making almost no sound.

Miglolov looked at the small bottle of paste in his hand, then at his broken arm, closed his eyes, and said two prayers:

"Great God, please grant me shelter and let me continue to serve at your feet with a complete body,

Let me use my whole body to punish the blasphemous thugs, and let me use my whole body to wash away the shame in my heart. "

A tall, brown-haired man entered Miglof's room, leaned over and saluted: "President, we have found out the identity of the woman and found her residence. Her name is Jin Shunying." , on the night of the incident, he and Li Qi went to the auction site together."

"Did you catch her?"

The man shook his head and said: "The woman has not returned to her residence for the time being, and our people are still guarding her residence."

Miglof nodded and said: "I trust your ability, which is definitely much better than those stupid Huan people. Pour me a glass of wine."

The man brought vodka from the wine cabinet and poured Miglof a glass.

After taking one sip, Miglolov calmed down a lot and signaled to the man that he could leave.

The man left the room and closed the door.

Miglof frowned. At this point, the Huan people still had a sense of proportion. They were obviously more polite. He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when some noises kept coming from the living room.

Midang! Shocked!

Miglov got angry: "What on earth are you doing?"

A man pushed open the door: "Hold, Mr. President, I just went to get some arms for you."

"Arm?" Migrolov was satisfied. He left this matter to Zeng Hongfu, but regardless of his body shape or voice,

The person at the door was obviously not Zeng Hongfu.

"Who are you?"

Li Banfeng walked in with more than a dozen arms: "Here are the left hand and the right hand. They were just cut off from the living room. They match the blood, are fat and thin, and the meat is fresh. You can put it on while it's hot."

Miglof struggled to create a wall to block Li Banfeng. He got up from the bed, rushed to the window, and prepared to jump out of the window.

Because he was missing an arm and suffered from injuries all over his body, Miglof was unable to climb onto the window sill immediately.

Li Banfeng's shadow helped him, lifted him onto the window sill, and carried him into his home.

After entering the residence, Miglov took out his dagger and cut off his left leg. The left leg turned into a ball of mud and quickly formed a castle, surrounding Migloof.

According to Miglov's design, the size of this castle is large enough to burst this small room.

Allow him to establish contact with the outside world.

But there was an invisible force that suppressed the size of the castle. The height of the castle was suppressed to just over one meter, and the length was just over one and a half meters.

Miglov was half lying in the castle, concentrating his thoughts on making the castle move.

But the castle couldn't sense the power of the gods, and it always stayed in place, showing no sign of being able to move.

Miglof continued to increase the thickness of the wall to protect himself first, while also thinking about the next step.

Hong Ying looked a little puzzled: "What does this foreigner want to do? Why did he wrap himself in the mud?"

The record player said: "Yingying, have you ever eaten beggar's chicken?"

Hong Ying understood the meaning of the record player, quickly collected firewood and started to light a fire.

Miglof was still unable to move the castle and became increasingly impatient.

The temperature in the castle continued to rise, making Miglov breathless.

Li Qi, what on earth are you going to do to me?

You know my origins, why do you dare to attack me?

You offended the Birch Priory, and you dared to attack me without thinking about protecting yourself?

Are you crazy?

What is this house?

What are the origins of the monsters in this house!

The record player warned Hong Ying: "Pay attention to the heat, don't really kill him."

"Don't worry," Hong Ying picked up the wine gourd and poured some wine on the fire. "After a while, he can't hold it anymore and he will come out on his own."

Li Banfeng took the corpses in the living room to his home and searched the two-bedroom apartment.

"Master, the sofa has a hidden compartment." Gloves went under the sofa and soon brought out an iron box.

I opened the box and looked at it. There was a stack of photos inside, and each photo showed the blockbuster formula on the blackboard.

Gloves searched the house again and found hundreds of thousands in cash, a blueprint, and a ledger.

The drawing seems to be a design drawing of a certain building. The drawing is a bit rough, and many parts have no marked dimensions.

The account book recorded recent income and expenditure. Because it was recorded in Ravsha language, Li Banfeng could not understand the details. All the cash was given to the gloves. Li Banfeng dragged the bodies of more than a dozen Miglov's men into his pocket. residence,

Gloves used his skills to clean up the traces of the scene, took away the bottle of paste, and made sure there were no omissions. He followed Li Banfeng and left the scene, going to the black market together.

Palace of Culture, second floor of the cinema.

Zeng Hongfu took five people into Tang Changfa's box.

The theater box was very small. As soon as these people came in, the room was almost full.

Tang Changfa asked: "Brother Zeng, what do these mean?"

Zeng Hongfu smiled and said: "It's not interesting. I came to ask you something. Where did you get that bottle of paste?"

Tang Changfa shook his head and said: "You shouldn't ask this. The black market has black market rules. If you want to say that the goods are wrong, you can ask the snack seller to testify. If you want to ask something else, I don't have anything to say."

"Don't tell me!" Zeng Hongfu stopped smiling, "Then you will have to suffer a little."

Tang Changfa frowned and said, "What are you going to do? Are you trying to do something dirty in this place?"

"Are you afraid?" Zeng Hongfu took out an Emei thorn from his sleeve, "If you are afraid, tell the truth as soon as possible, and I can still let you live!"

"You were the one who used the weapon first!" Tang Changfa pointed to the door and said, "If the snack seller sees this -"

"He can't see you," Zeng Hongfu shook his head slightly. "He won't be able to see you anymore."

Tang Changfa sighed: "What should we do?"

"What should we do? Tell the truth!" Zeng Hongfu aimed the Emei thorn at the center of Tang Changfa's eyebrows.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried that the shopkeeper can't explain it. He didn't allow us to kill people here." After saying that, Tang Changfa grabbed the Emei thorn and stabbed it into his head.

Zeng Hongfu was stunned, and the five people behind him were also stunned.

But seeing Tang Changfa's brain flowing out along the wound, he still acted as if nothing was wrong, and then he and Yan Hong'er,

Yan Cuier spoke.

Zeng Hongfu and his men were so frightened that they could not move.

If you are stupid, please challenge me.

Zeng Hongfu and others had never seen this before. Seeing the Emei thorn in Tang Changfa's forehead vibrating up and down, they were so frightened that they didn't even have the consciousness to run away.

Yan Cuier came up with an idea: "Instead of killing them, let's cut off most of their flesh to ensure that they can't run around and die.

We accept the flesh and blood, leaving no traces, and getting benefits at the same time. Isn’t this the best of both worlds? "

Yan Hong'er pinched Yan Cui'er: "You came up with a blind idea. I'm telling you, if you're still there, remember to beat the shopkeeper. A hundred times. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll see if the shopkeeper doesn't beat you to death!"

Yan Cui'er stuck out her tongue and stopped making any sound. Yan Hong'er came up with an idea and said: "Use Mizi to overturn their medicine.

Wait until the shopkeeper comes to deal with it. "

Tang Changfa turned around and locked the door of the box: "Yan Hong'er, you should remember to hit me, what did the shopkeeper tell us? We are doing serious business, don't keep playing tricks!

I was dizzy for several days after eating the rice noodles. You made people feel so uncomfortable. You just picked out the tendons of your hands and hamstrings. Wouldn’t that be the end of it? It's not dizzy at all. "

Not long after, Li Banfeng entered the box and frowned: "How did this happen? What did you do to pick someone's hamstring?"

Yan Cuier held her tongue and said: "This is all what Tang Changfa asked us to do——"

Li Banfeng looked at Tang Changfa and said, "I have taught you all this time for nothing. We are serious business people, and you just picked someone's hamstring like this? Can it still be reconnected?"

Tang Changfa whispered: "I'm afraid that he will get dizzy after eating the rice noodles——"

Li Banfeng said: "What can I do if I faint for a while? At least the hamstring is still there, and it can still be used when it is connected to you. Now that you have broken it, how can it be used?"

You can't just twitch your hamstring beforehand and stick it on your body. If you break it now, isn't it just a waste? "

Yan Cuier said: "They didn't listen to me. That's what I thought from the beginning."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "In the future, you all have to listen to Yan Cui'er about this kind of thing."

Yan Hong'er snorted and said, "Shopkeeper, did you forget that she was beaten? We all remembered it a hundred times!"

Li Banfeng waved his hand: "We'll talk about that later."

Yan Cui'er glared at Yan Hong'er: "The shopkeeper loves me, and he loves me even if he hits me. I'm so angry, you bitch!"

"Bitch, I'm so pissing you off!"

Li Banfeng had just entered his home and saw Hong Ying being pushed down on a stool by a record player and being beaten.

This is no joke, the record player is a real hit.

Li Banfeng asked: "What's going on?"

The record player said: "I asked her to use fire to force the foreign devil out. She didn't know the depth of it herself, and she really cooked the foreign devil, and she didn't even have time to ask about many things!"

Hong Ying gritted her teeth and said, "Look at how he can build such a big house. He must have Yun Shang's cultivation skills. Who knew he could not help but burn it!"

Suiju said: "Xiao Wan, don't make things difficult for Hong Ying. You can burn him to death. If you want to suppress his house,

It's not easy. "

The record player played Hong Ying. Hong Ying stood up and said with an aggrieved face: "It's not easy even for the old man. Shouldn't this person be put on the cloud? He died in less than half an hour after being burned. Who would have thought!"

Miglof let Hong Ying be burned to death, and he was still muddy in the mud before he died.

This is what Chu Zikai said about his indescribable combat power. The castle built by Miglov made everyone fearful, but Hong Ying just set a fire and burned Migloof to death.

"Madam, is there any way to interrogate the soul?"

The record player said: "There is a way, but it is a bit risky. After the soul of this foreign devil leaves the body, he will forget most things. If you want him to remember these things, you need to slowly cultivate him and develop him into a resentful soul.

But I don’t know how long it will take, and I don’t know what he can do during this period. To be on the safe side,

Xiaonu still ate him. "

This is not because the record player is greedy. There is really no shortage of food for the record player recently.

She was indeed right. It was hard to say what kind of consequences it would have if she kept such a bitter and resentful spirit in her home.

"Just die, let's have a party if you die!" Li Banfeng was open-minded. Miglo's death was nothing more than the loss of a confession. The authenticity of a confession needs to be verified, and it has no value. So big.

The physical evidence in his hand is of considerable value.

"Madam, look at these photos."

The record player took the photo and looked at it carefully: "These are some algorithms. There is no beginning or end, but there is no clue. There are some words here, but the words are not easy to understand."

There are text on some of the photos, but they are not in Huan Guo. They are very similar to the text on the ledger.

"This should be Ravshaven. No one in the family seems to understand Ravshaven," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I will take these things to the Dark Star Bureau and show them to the translator and ask her to make a translation."

Tang Dao felt it was not appropriate: "Lord, we just killed the leader of the Birch Tree Monastery, and now we are going to show their belongings to the Dark Star Bureau.

Although there are your friends in the Dark Star Bureau, we cannot be so honest with them. We still need to be on guard. "

Li Banfeng also knew that he had to be on guard. The only way he could think of was to take apart these sentences and find a translator to decipher them multiple times.

But the key problem is that the Dark Star Bureau seems to have only one Ravsha language translator. No matter how many times it is divided, there is still the possibility of being connected by the translator in the end.

Translate directly online?

Posting this information online is equivalent to informing the whole world.

Find an electronic dictionary and translate it offline without going online. The quality of the translation is really impressive."

Suiju came up with an idea: "There is a literary cultivator in the ninth room. He can speak many foreign languages, and I guess he can also speak Ravsha."

The old man seems to have thought of a lot of things recently.

Li Banfeng said: "You all can eat, no need to wait for me."

Hong Ying was about to peel off the mud on Miglov's body, and Suishenju said: "Don't move, I'll do it, this mud is very special, I still have a use for it."

Li Banfeng arrived at the ninth room and touched Honglian's lotus heart first: "Hua Jiuer, have you been in Xuehuapu for a while?"

Honglian pinched Li Banfeng's finger with her lotus heart: "I didn't remember such an experience at first, but when Chu Zikai mentioned it, I seemed to have a little impression. I didn't join Xuehuapu, I just did things with them, which should be considered cooperation."

"You make pills for them and sell them for money?"

"Not only that, I also help them refine I have made magic weapons and weapons, and I have given them many ideas. I have done many things for them. "

"Why do you do this?"

"For revenge."

"Who are you looking for revenge?"

"I can't remember. I was injured once in Xuehuapu. I was seriously injured and lost a lot of memories."

Li Banfeng said again: "Then why did you leave Xuehuapu later?"

"I didn't want to leave, but I was taken away by force. It was at that time that I was injured."

"Who took you away? He Jiaqing?"

"It wasn't him. He didn't have that ability, but I couldn't remember who it was."

I don't know if he really can't remember, or if he deliberately concealed it.

Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions. He placed the photos and account books in the ninth room, looked around, and said, "Friends living in the ninth room, are you willing to help?"

A woman's voice came to his ears: "Sir, is this Rafsha language?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Yes."

The woman whispered, "The text on the photo records an ancient spell, and next to the spell, there are calculations and derivation processes."

Li Banfeng was very surprised: "Use mathematics to derive the spell?"

"Yes, I also find it novel after reading it." The woman's voice was very ethereal, with a weak breath and ethereal. If you don't listen carefully, it's hard to tell what she said.

Li Banfeng asked again, "What is the result of the derivation?"

"I don't know about this. I can only translate these words to you."

After a while, the translation came out and was written on a piece of white paper.

Li Banfeng picked up the white paper and took a look. There were a few lines of text on it.

"I don't know the cruelty of war, I don't know the blood and tears of life and death. We are strangers. Let alone deep feelings. It's just an unreal dream."

Li Banfeng read it several times and asked: "Is this a translation? Can a foreign language be translated like this?"

The woman replied: "Translation requires faithfulness, expressiveness and elegance. The more elegant, the more artistic conception."

"But it doesn't look like a spell."

"This is a spell. Western spells sometimes read like poetry. If you don't believe me,

you might as well show this spell to your wife at home. She is knowledgeable and should be able to distinguish the authenticity of the spell."

Li Banfeng read it several times and found that there was a deep meaning in this text.

What kind of result will this spell lead to? Will it create a magic circle? Or will it use a certain spell? The specific situation has to be left to the wife to judge.

Taking the translation back to the main room, Li Banfeng was about to give it to the record player when he suddenly saw a newspaper on the shelf fall to the ground.

Why did the newspaper fall?

Li Banfeng looked up and saw that it was Judge Pen who kicked away the newspaper. This newspaper was originally his quilt.

"Give it to me." Judge Pen inserted the translation and put it on the candle flame, burning it directly into ashes.

Li Banfeng was shocked: "Why did you burn it?"

Judge Pen replied with four words: "Bullshit!"