Lord of Puluo

The lady ate Hua Manchun's soul and walked around the house several times, slowly digesting it.

The other family members served the food one after another. The local Ditou Shen was of the highest quality, but it was still a bit inferior to the purebred Neizhou people. Everyone did not fight over it, so they ate in harmony.

Li Banfeng walked to his wife and kissed her on the loudspeaker: "My dear wife, what you promised before should be fulfilled today."

The record player pretended not to know: "What did I promise my husband? Will I give him a child?"

"Can it really happen?" Li Banfeng scratched at the record player.

The record player laughed so hard that he gasped: "Mr., please don't make trouble. First, let me tell you how are you doing with your technique?"

Li Banfeng straightened his chest and said: "When using the technique of hanging with shadow, I can also use the technique of riding the wind and driving the clouds. I have mastered the technique to this extent, my wife should be satisfied, right?"

Hong Ying put down her chopsticks and said, "Qilang, have you learned how to ride the wind and the clouds? Your talent is really amazing!"

"I borrowed it from Yingying," Li Banfeng motioned for Hong Ying to keep a low profile, and turned to his wife, "My dear lady, these two cloud skills can be used together. My husband has indeed laid a solid foundation." , you should also take me to the second floor."

"It's empty talk. Sir, let me use my skills and show it to my little slave."

"Easy to say!" Li Banfeng concentrated his thoughts and first used the technique of holding each other's body and shadow together.

After using it for a long time, the shadow did not come out.

The record player sighed: "My lord, is this considered a solid study?"

Li Banfeng also felt strange. The technique of hanging with shadow was specially practiced and he had used it a lot recently. He was neither nervous nor panicked in front of his wife. Why could he suddenly not be able to use it?

Did something happen to Shadow?

By the candlelight, Li Banfeng looked at his feet and found that he had no shadow.

Where did the shadow go?

Broken and still in the swamp.

Li Banfeng was shocked and rushed out of his home. He looked around and saw no trace of himself.

Where did this guy go?

Could it be that he was angry for a moment and wandered alone?

Li Banfeng repeatedly used the technique, releasing and retracting it, trying to call the shadow back.

After trying three times in succession, a group of bubbles emerged from the quagmire, and the shadow responded.

He has been in the quagmire for a long time.

Li Banfeng dug in the quagmire for a while and saw a dark arm. He pulled the arm and pulled out the mud-covered shadow and put it back at his feet.

When he returned to his home, Li Banfeng heard roars in his ears, and Shadow seemed to be going crazy, quarreling at Li Banfeng endlessly.

Li Banfeng was also a little annoyed and was about to call his shadow out for a fight. The record player quickly gave him a few words of advice: "My lord, it's your fault this time. You can't just throw your shadow around.

The shadow is connected to the soul of the husband. If it is infected with poison, disease or skill outside, it will implicate the husband after it is recovered. "

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "Then let's just not recycle it."

"But you can't say such angry words. If your husband doesn't take the shadow back, the technique of hanging shadows will no longer work. If the shadow loses its reins, it will also be a disaster for your husband in the future."

What the lady said made sense. Li Banfeng comforted Shadow. After waiting for about ten minutes, Shadow calmed down and began to cooperate with Li Banfeng to demonstrate his skills.

Li Banfeng first used the skill of holding shadows together to release his shadow, and then used the skill of riding on the wind and driving the clouds to make himself fly.

The first flight was a bit fierce, and Li Banfeng's head hit the roof of the shed. Hong Ying said from the side: "Qilang, change your mind, don't always think about flying into the sky, just think about riding on the wind.

The breeze is right under your feet, and consider that it is a breeze, not a strong wind or a whirlwind, and you can control the direction and force of the wind————"

Under Hong Ying's guidance, Li Banfeng flew more and more steadily, flying from the main room to the twelfth room and back again.

Shadow sat aside and read the newspaper, completely unaffected by Li Banfeng.

The lady praised: "My husband has really learned the technique this time. First, take half a Xuan Yun Pill to stabilize your body. After a short rest, the slave will lead your husband to the promotion."

The record player fed half of the pill into Li Banfeng's mouth, and fetched a glass of water to help Li Banfeng take the medicine.

Since Li Banfeng arrived at Yunshang, half a Xuanyun Pill was the largest dose Li Banfeng had ever taken.

After taking the elixir, Li Banfeng felt the cold air rolling through his bones, and his whole body shivered into a ball.

"Madam, when I took the elixir before, I felt a little warm in my body. Why is it so cold this time?"

"Because the elixir was a little too much and the heat made my husband feel cold. My husband was too eager to be promoted.

His body is far from being able to keep up with his cultivation, so the little slave can only resort to using elixirs to forcibly replenish his body. Don't be afraid, sir. With the little slave protecting you, you can survive this test. "

The hot and humid steam came, and the lady took Li Banfeng into the warm bell mouth.

The cold air gradually dissipated, and Li Banfeng vaguely heard some sounds in his ears.

"The patent leather on my body has fallen off, and I don't know how long it will take to replace it."

"There's a bunch of ash in my belly, and I can't wipe it off every time. It makes me itchy here."

"It's just such a piece of rust. It has to grow under your nose. It's okay if you can't see it. If you see it, you will feel uncomfortable."

Who is talking here?

Could it be those passengers of unknown origin living in the portable cabin?

Li Banfeng has always been wary of the passengers in each room in the house, including the girl in the fifth room, the repairman in the eighth room, the suspected spy in the seventh room, and the mysterious woman in the ninth room.

Especially the mysterious woman from the ninth house, Li Banfeng was almost tricked by her.

Why are they talking in my ear?

What does the dust in your belly and the rust under your eyelids mean?

The whispers became more and more frequent and dense, making Li Banfeng feel dizzy.

After more than an hour, the noise gradually faded away, and the lady's gentle singing made Li Banfeng gradually return to normal.

"When winter comes, it's snowy, and the husband is anxious and nervous. The treasures in the family never forget their feelings. A skill is a pillar of strength."

The last sentence is different.

In the past, it was always to add another room to the officials.

Li Banfeng pulled it out of the speaker and asked the record player: "With skills, one can become a pillar. What does this sentence mean? Didn't you add another room to your family this time?"

"Of course the house has been added, but my husband must know the importance of this technique. The technique of counting family treasures by oneself,

It is the backbone of the house repair skill, and you must not be half-hearted. "

"What is a pillar skill?"

The record player explained: "It is the most important technique in the Taoist sect. If my husband masters the technique of counting the treasures by himself, it will be like lifting up the main beam of building this sect in the house.

If you fail to learn it, or if you are not familiar with it, and fail to lift up the beam, your husband's cultivation in the house will be over. No matter how you practice in the future, your cultivation will stop at the second level, and there will be no more progress. "

Li Banfeng was surprised: "The home cultivator actually has such an important technique?"

The jukebox said: "Not only the home cultivators, but also every Taoist sect has its own pillars of skills."

"Are there any traveling cultivators too?"

Hong Ying said: "Yes, a level of skill that generates wind from a flat ground is the skill of a pillar."

Li Banfeng carefully recalled the process of learning to make wind on the flat ground. When he started, he relied on the coachman's guidance. Li Banfeng learned the rickshaw step, which gave him amazing endurance.

But the father-in-law of the train despised the train step, so he taught Li Banfeng the train step in Mengqianlou. From then on, he was able to see the flowers on horseback, traverse thousands of rivers, break paths and open roads, and walk without hindrance. All kinds of techniques have been greatly improved. This should be the impact of pillar skills on cultivation.

"Why did the traveling cultivator's pillar skills appear so early?"

The jukebox said: "Each sect has its own way. The pillars of traveling cultivators develop their skills early. The practitioners use them a lot and seem to have learned solidly. However, using them a lot and using them correctly are two different things. At the beginning of entering the Tao, the skills of the Taoist sects are different. If you don’t know much about the essentials, you are likely to go the wrong way. If you go the wrong way, no matter how hard you work, it won’t help.”

Hong Ying snorted and seemed to disagree with what the record player said.

The record player ignored Hong Ying and continued to instruct Li Banfeng: "The master of home cultivation came late, but my husband already knows a lot about the essentials of home cultivation. As long as you practice hard, you won't go astray.

It's just that my husband is too eager. When he was still in cultivation, he learned the techniques in a perfunctory manner. The three techniques of "Golden Qiuhao, Baiwei Linglong, and Insight into Spiritual Sound" were given to him by the slave, and he was relatively proficient in using them.

The five techniques of returning home like an arrow, being kind to the house, having a deep house and a large courtyard, closing the door and closing the door, and living and working in peace and contentment are often used by my husband, and they are not satisfactory.

The technique of hiding a girl in a golden house is ugly for my husband to use. Occasionally, he can be a cantaloupe man, and he can barely fight. The technique of keeping shadows in a shadow, my husband has just scratched the surface, but as for the technique of expanding the territory, it is not as good as it. The beauty is hidden in the golden house, but my husband has not even scratched the surface of his education.

My husband still needs to study the previous skills more, but my husband must not be able to cope with Jiazhen's self-recommended skills, otherwise the slave will really be unable to help him improve his cultivation. "

Li Banfeng did not dare to neglect and asked seriously: "How to use this technique?"

"Jia Zhen is talking about the treasures in the family. Put the treasures in the family on the top of your heart and count them one by one.

When facing an enemy, take out all your treasures and use them as your right and left hand. This is the essence of keeping your treasures in mind. "

Li Banfeng smiled: "Do you still need to learn this technique? I count our treasures every day. They are my right-hand man every time we fight!"

Gloves hugged his shoulders, wagging his index finger and said: "The head of the family treats us as brothers. When we go into battle, there is no ambiguity. We live and die together in this friendship. The main beam of this family has been chosen by our head a long time ago." Get up!"

The record player laughed and said to his glove: "You are really good at talking. No wonder my husband dotes on you so much. Jiazhen is not just talking about you. All the other items in the house are treasures.

Once upon a time, a martial arts master entered Zhai Xiu's yard and had a fight with Zhai Xiu. The martial arts cultivator's cultivation level was far superior to that of Zhai Xiu, and no matter what the martial arts cultivator got in his hands, it was a top-quality weapon.

But Wu Xiu never expected that in the courtyard of this home cultivator, all the objects would not be used as weapons in his hands, and none of the objects would contribute to this martial cultivator.

And this house cultivator relied on the debris piled up in the yard to beat the martial arts cultivator seriously. This is an example of Jiazhen's own fighting skills.

If the husband wants to learn this technique, he cannot work on magic weapons and spiritual objects at the beginning. He must first find an ordinary object at home, communicate with it, and see if there can be a reaction between each other. "

The most common object?

"What object is suitable?"

The record player reminded: "The longer an object is kept at home, the easier it is to become a family treasure. An object that your husband loves deeply can also become a family treasure."

One is that it takes a long time objectively, and the other is that I like it subjectively.

Li Banfeng looked around and saw his shovel first.

I bought the shovel and the sickle together. The sickle became spiritual and became a magic weapon. The iron shovel is still just a shovel.

Although it has no spirituality, this shovel has been with Li Banfeng for many days and has experienced many fierce battles. In the first battle on Kuwu Mountain, the shovel once made a contribution and cracked the Sangmen Formation of the Sangmen Star. The shovel also came out. Too much force.

No matter whether you are opening your brain or digging in the soil, this key has never been lost at critical moments. Count the treasures in your family.

This shovel definitely ranks high.

Li Banfeng put the shovel in front of him and began to communicate with the shovel in depth.

After communicating for an hour, Shovel received no response.

Li Banfeng touched the shovel and sighed: "Your personality is a bit introverted."

After putting away the shovel, Li Banfeng looked at the feather duster.

He has the habit of collecting feather dusters. There is one feather duster that he uses the most when he is in Lanyang Village.

Bought from a salesman.

This feather duster is made of exquisite materials. The chicken feathers are bright, soft and dense, and the wooden pole is also quite strong. It can be used as a weapon in battle. It can withstand knives and axes. It can be used for housework in daily life and can sweep away all the dust. It can be worn in social situations. Dance,

It's not degrading at all, and it's definitely right to regard it as a family treasure.

Li Banfeng stared at the feather duster for two hours, but the feather duster didn't respond.

What's the problem this time?

Are feather dusters also introverts?

Looking at another object, Li Banfeng looked at the iron ruler, the mandarin duck and the mandarin duck, and the fake beard he usually put on his face...

After looking at his belongings for several hours, Li Banfeng lay on the bed with bloodshot eyes.

This technique is so difficult to learn.

The record player comforted Li Banfeng and said, "Ms. sir, don't rush now. You are still far away from your next promotion and you still have a lot of time to study your skills."

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "This is not a matter of study, I haven't even touched upon the technique.

The record player gently rubbed Li Banfeng's forehead with a ball of steam: "It's my fault, little slave. It's my fault that I didn't explain the key clearly. I'll think about it carefully and see if there is any way to help my husband find the trick. "

Li Banfeng hugged the record player and said, "My lady has made it clear enough. It's because I don't have enough understanding."

"Sir, don't say such discouraging words, this technique is indeed difficult to learn."

After a few words of comfort from the lady, Li Banfeng felt emboldened again and searched around for the treasures at home.

After searching for a while, Li Banfeng seemed to have some realization.

Shovels, feather dusters, fake beards------these things are really liked by Li Banfeng, but these things are usually carried by Li Banfeng and do not stay in the portable home for a long time.

Which object always stays in your home?

Li Banfeng's gaze stopped in the corner of the main room, where there was a vase.

Back then, Li Banfeng blew up Jiang Xiangbang's Xianle Dance Hall in Yaowanggou and took this vase from the dance hall.

He didn't want to grow flowers, he only put a feather duster in the vase. Although he didn't pay much attention to it in the past many days, thinking about it carefully, this vase will be with him for a long time.

Li Banfeng stared at the vase for an hour, his eyes became bloodshot and his scalp exploded.

The record player advised: "My dear husband, please don't act too hastily. Take a rest first..."

There was a gust of wind, and the vase slowly lifted off the ground and floated in mid-air.

The record player said in surprise: "My husband is so talented, I have found a way!"

Hong Ying was also surprised. She turned back from the dressing table and said, "Have you found the door?"

Li Banfeng waved towards the vase: "Come on, girl, come and sit next to me."

"Girl?" The record player listened for a moment with the insightful sound, but did not hear the movement of the vase, and did not know why Li Banfeng called it girl.

The vase lingered in place and did not fly close to Li Banfeng. It seemed that he did not trust Li Banfeng very much.

Li Banfeng picked up the feather duster and walked over. Huaping was worried that he would be beaten, so he quickly hid aside.

"Don't be afraid. There is a cloud of dust in your stomach that makes you itchy, but you can't clean it away, right? Don't be afraid.

I'll sweep it for you. "

The vase was hesitant, and was gently taken into his arms by Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng held the vase and gently put the feather duster in. After stirring for a moment, Li Banfeng swept out a cloud of dust.

"Isn't it itchy anymore?"

The vase flew in the air, its mouth facing Li Banfeng, as if to express gratitude.

"If you still feel uncomfortable, I'll help you clean it up."

Before he finished speaking, the vase rushed towards Li Banfeng, and the mouth of the bottle was put on Li Banfeng's head.

The record player was surprised at first, and then felt kindness in the vase.

"My lord, I have completed my studies!"

"Hahaha!" Li Banfeng laughed muffledly in the vase.

Everyone in the family was happy. Gauntlet shook his index finger and said, "Our head is a strong person. No matter how difficult the technique is, if you grit your teeth, you will definitely learn it!"

The projector sighed: "This is art, art written with perseverance and perseverance!"

Tang Dao was still excited: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The Lord is ambitious, courageous, and courageous, but he has lifted this big beam!"

The family admired it for more than ten minutes, but they saw Li Banfeng holding the vase and tearing it down with all his strength.

Teapot said blankly: "What kind of technique are you practicing?"

The record player shouted: "What kind of technique is this? There is no air in it. Please help me to pull it out quickly. Don't bore me!"

Hong Ying drew out her sword and said, "I'll just chop this bottle. It won't hurt Qilang."

Li Banfeng shouted in a muffled voice: "You can't cut it! This is our treasure!"

PS: Jiazhen counts herself, her own baby will naturally be doubly loved.

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