Lord of Puluo

The saint held the tea cup and shook it gently in his hand. ♕♦

Li Banfeng's power came in waves, making the saint feel both surprised and familiar.

Have you been on the battlefield? asked the saint.

So. Li Banfeng answered vaguely, and there was no need for him to answer too clearly.

And this is also true. Whether you have been on the battlefield depends on the specific definition of the battlefield.

Logically speaking, the battle between Qiu Luoye and Shui Yongquan was a serious battlefield.

The sage asked again: How old are you this year?

Li Banfeng thought for a while: I can't remember, maybe it's about the same as you.

This is a half-truth. Li Banfeng cannot be as old as this saint, but he does not remember his own age. He is an orphan.

The saint's domineering power was still confronting Li Banfeng's power. A disciple couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know what kind of person he was, who could be on an equal footing with his master.

He raised his eyes and looked into the room, and this small movement was noticed by the saint.

The saint waved his sleeves, and the face of the disciple who raised his eyes outside the door was distorted. The blood vessels on his head suddenly swelled, bursting in a blink of an eye, and as blood sprayed out, the disciple lost his breath.

The saint looked at Li Banfeng and asked, Do you understand this time?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, I don't understand.

I asked him to kneel here, and he has to kneel properly. This is my rule.

If he doesn't kneel well and doesn't obey my rules, he should die. Do you understand this time?

Li Banfeng glanced outside the door, pointed at a disciple and said: He's not good at kneeling either. Look at his posture. It's sloppy and obviously not sincere. Kill another one and I'll take a look. I'll take a look at it a few more times. Maybe you’ll understand.”

The tea was shaken again. The saint was very annoyed, but he had to restrain himself.

Li Banfeng took a sip of tea. He was very nervous, but he couldn't let it show on his face.

The saint put the tea cup on the table, looked at Li Banfeng and said, Do you know my identity?

Li Banfeng asked, What do you think?

Do you know that salesmen don't dare to come to my land easily? The saint did not lie. Salesmen rarely come here.

Li Banfeng took the situation seriously and said, That's why I'm here. As a senior brother, I have to find some dignity for my junior brother.

Even if the bullshit is nonsense, it must be serious. Although Hong Ying has the power to bless him, if he cannot frighten the opponent, Li Banfeng's situation will be in danger.

The saint suddenly smiled, and his ferocious expression softened: Do you think you can get back this scene?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: I can't get it back. I lost half of it, but I didn't lose to you!

Lost half.

The saint was silent for a moment and then laughed loudly. He fully recognized this statement:

What you said makes sense. You did not lose to me.

I can agree to the conditions you put forward. Tomorrow night, at this time, you take people with you. In this village, you can take as many people as you want to follow you.

Before ten o'clock, you must set off and walk southward until you see the way out.

After you leave, this matter will be over. If you can think of a way to get the situation back in the future, I will still be waiting for you here!

Li Banfeng nodded and said, It's a deal.

It's fate that we met each other. I have something for you. The saint waved his hand, and the disciple in white held a book box and walked on his knees to deliver it to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng put the book box away, looked at the young man in white and said, You can walk on your knees. You are quite familiar with it. It seems that you have practiced it regularly.

But you just walked carelessly, and the steps on your knees were obviously uneven. I think this is caused by insufficient respect. Please walk back and forth a few more times to show me your sincerity.

As he spoke, the young man in white broke out in cold sweat. He was really afraid that his master would kill him if he believed Li Banfeng's words.

The saint did not embarrass the disciple in white, and waved his hand to let him exit the wooden house.

Li Banfeng took the book box and did not open it rashly. He pointed out the weight and estimated that there were four or five books inside.

The saint said to Li Banfeng: This is historical data, real historical data. Don't you want to open it and take a look?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, I'm not so anxious about reading. If I don't know some words, I'll let you laugh at me again.

These historical books must not be opened in front of saints.

Li Banfeng claims to be of the same age as the saint, but if he is not familiar with historical materials and cannot even judge the authenticity of these historical books, it means that Li Banfeng must show his cowardice, and the price of showing his cowardice is obvious.

The saint smiled and said: Even if you don't like reading, you should know the price of Puozhou historical materials. Just these few volumes are enough to buy you tens of thousands of wealth. This gift is not a small one.

Li Banfeng thanked him and put the book box aside.

The saint stood up and said, I have given you enough sincerity. I hope you keep your promise. I will come to see your situation at ten o'clock tomorrow night. If you lie to me, I will keep you here forever. Let's see who will regret it then.

After saying that, the saint left.

Li Banfeng asked the saint's back: Aren't you going to leave a deed?

The saint smiled and said: A gentleman's agreement does not require that thing.

The domineering power struck again, and Li Banfeng forcibly restrained himself from trembling.

Is Li Banfeng really afraid of him?

Afraid!

But is there really no way to deal with him?

Not really.

He can continue to rob the road, continue to fight, turn the entire bitch gang upside down, and gain more benefits.

Even if the saint wants to be cruel, Li Banfeng can escape to his home for a while.

But Li Banfeng decided to leave.

As he said, he didn't lose to the saint, but he had already lost half of this battle. There were some things that he couldn't change.

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He also understood one thing, why the salesman didn't come to Bitch Post easily.

After sending the saint away, Li Banfeng called Xiao Yeci: Have you decided, do you want to leave with me or stay here?

Xiao Yeci puffed up his chest and said, I want to follow my benefactor. I will not stay here.

Li Banfeng confirmed again: Just leave as soon as you say it, no ambiguity?

Xiao Yeci replied sincerely: My benefactor said to leave, so I left without any hesitation.

Lu Chunying said from the side: Let my mother change into a pair of pants later. Isn't this considered hesitation?

Li Banfeng replied seriously: Changing pants doesn't count. After you change your pants, go to the cottage and help me ask how many people want to stay and how many people want to leave. Before eight o'clock tomorrow night, You must tell me.

Naturally, Xiao Yeci did not dare to neglect Li Banfeng's instructions.

She went door to door and asked.

She knew that this group of people did not want to rob anymore, nor did they want to take risks.

But she believed that if they could leave this place, these people would definitely agree without hesitation.

But she was wrong.

She asked around, but no one immediately agreed to let her go with her benefactor, and their answers were also vague.

Sister Xiao, I injured my foot while pushing the cart. I have to rest for two days.

Mrs. Xiao, we can't leave these two days. As the saying goes, the soldiers and horses should go ahead with the food and grass before they move. If we want to leave, we have to wait until the next batch of food is harvested.

They didn't want to leave, and tried every means to hold them back.

But if you ask carefully, there are three main reasons.

One is that those who were abducted have nowhere to go even if they leave this place.

The second is those who were sent by their families. Even if they return home, they are afraid they will be sent back.

The third is those who do not believe in Li Banfeng. They believe that Li Banfeng cannot be the opponent of the saint and cannot take them out alive.

In Xiao Yeci's view, these three reasons all have some truth.

But in Li Banfeng's view, these three reasons are actually not the focus.

The point is, they can live their lives now again.

As long as life can go on, they are willing to live on.

This was expected by Li Banfeng.

This place is different. It is different from Yaowanggou, Lushui City, and Tiemenbao. The people who have stayed here for a long time are completely different from other places.

At eight o'clock in the evening the next day, Li Banfeng set off immediately without any hesitation or delay.

When they arrived at the gate of the village, Niu Guangda tied the cow aside and walked behind Li Banfeng with a package on his back: My dear, I went to herd the cows because I didn't want to attract attention. I am following you. Where are you going? I will go wherever I want, I don’t want to stay here and suffer.”

Li Banfeng smiled, this boy can still be saved.

Along the way, more than 20 people followed.

They are all young and they believe that Li Banfeng can take them out.

The remaining people who didn't leave continued to live a stable life in the village.

Unfortunately, these days were not stable. Not long after Li Banfeng left, the saint's disciples came.

He made a request that 70% of the harvest from Engong Village should be handed over to Saint Peak. Regardless of grain, livestock or silk, 70% should be handed over.

Seventy percent?

Is it too high?

The residents of the village were originally not prepared to agree, but this disciple had some cultivation skills. After killing several people one after another, the disciple patiently explained to everyone:

Your benefactor has left. No one is protecting you now. The saint's patience is running out. If you don't repent, you will really die.

The benefactor has left, and no one but him dares to challenge the saint.

Why did my benefactor leave like this? Why couldn't he stay with us?

Hand over 70%...

That’s okay.

I can barely survive with only 30% left. When I was in the village, sometimes I couldn't even keep 30% of the harvest. Now my life is much better.

Outside the cottage gate, the saint watched everything that happened in the cottage.

He saw with his own eyes that the residents in the village went from trying to resist, to being angry but not speaking out, and in the end they were even afraid to be angry.

There will soon be another village here, and this scene has happened before.

They will forget the origin of this village, they will hand over more harvests, the saint's disciples will soon come to give lectures, and before long, the saint will become the most important place in their lives.

As for that benefactor, people here will not mention him easily again.

A young man just mentioned something with a tone full of contempt: He left as soon as he said he was leaving without looking back. He didn't want to take us with him at all.

The saint looked to the south and asked the disciple in white: Do you think he will come again?

The disciple in white replied respectfully: He has already lost to Master, and he will never dare to come again.

The saint shook his head and said: I think he will come back, and he has not lost. He has won half the battle. The only one who can escape from my realm so quickly is him, except for the salesman. For this reason, he has to win.

As for the remaining half, he did lose, but not to me, but to these bitches, hopeless bitches.

The saint continued to watch every move in Engong Village. He felt that Bitch Hill was so cute.

He turned to look south again and said to the disciple in white: I have a message for your second senior brother. This person's identity must be found out.

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