Lord of Puluo

A stone the size of a fingertip hit the back of the head. Ren Wenlie's position was slightly off, but his condition was fair, and a hematoma appeared on the back of his head.

Qu Jingzhang received so many blows that his skull was cracked.

The two knew that they were being plotted. Qu Jingzhang quickly turned around and Ren Wenlie ran away.

The reason why the two responded differently has nothing to do with their cultivation. It is mainly caused by experience.

Qu Jingzhang met the traveling cultivator and knew that he could not continue to turn his back on Li Banfeng, otherwise he would be dead.

Ren Wenlie had also seen traveling cultivators and knew that he should not turn his back on Li Banfeng, but his experience focused on Qu Jingzhang. He was familiar with Qu Jingzhang's temperament and knew that Qu Jingzhang would definitely turn around and fight for his life.

Seeing Ren Wenlie running away, Qu Jingzhang panicked, turned around and wanted to run away, but did not dare to turn his back to Li Banfeng.

But in a duel with a traveling cultivator, the chance of winning is slim.

It's too late to run away now, Ren Wenlie has already run far away, and the bearded man will definitely find the person closest to him to attack.

Qu Jingzhang was in a dilemma and reluctantly agreed with the two moves, and then made a stupid decision.

He wanted to reason with Li Banfeng.

If he had simply tried to compete with his skills, he might have been able to hold on for a while longer. At this point, if he still wanted to compete with his skills, how could Li Banfeng give him a chance?

"Young man, listen to me..."

puff!

Qu Jingzhang's head fell to the ground, and Tang Dao sneered: "Take the enemy's head with your sword."

After saying that, Tang Dao flew back to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng caught up with Ren Wenlie in two steps, and was about to strike when he suddenly heard Ren Wenlie shout: "Don't chase the poor bandit!"

What's the meaning?

You want to talk to me about morality again?

Do you think Dexiu’s two slogans are omnipotent?

I was able to withstand the techniques you just used, but now you say this hastily, what can't I withstand?

Li Banfeng swung the knife and slashed again. The knife flew out, but failed to hit anyone.

Li Banfeng was shocked. He didn't know whether there was something wrong with the knife or his hand.

When I cut again, I found that there was no problem with the knife and my hand, but the problem was with my feet.

Li Banfeng's steps slowed down. Ever since he heard Ren Wenlie's words, "Don't chase after poor enemies," Li Banfeng's steps slowed down unconsciously.

This is not bound by a moral bottom line, nor is it controlled by thoughts.

This was some kind of fact, a fact that suddenly formed. Li Banfeng's speed was limited and he couldn't catch up with Ren Wenlie.

Ren Wenlie took the magic weapon to escape, and the robe on his body was rolled up in a whirlwind, and he quickly disappeared into the forest.

Li Banfeng returned to the cave and thought about the battle just now.

It is certain that these two people were sent by the saint, but their identities need to be analyzed carefully.

If they are disciples of a saint, it proves that this saint is really powerful. If you fight with him next, you must always be on guard.

If they were assassins hired by saints, things would be easier to deal with. But according to Li Banfeng's experience, moral cultivators generally do not become assassins, and the chance of two moral cultivators becoming assassins together is even less high. This Taoist sect is obviously not suitable for eating this kind of thing. Bowl of rice.

And the man who escaped just now, what technique did he use?

He said "Don't chase the enemy" and his steps automatically slowed down. This was probably not a method of moral cultivation. Li Banfeng did not feel guilty at that time.

He originally wanted to go back to his residence and ask his wife, but Xiao Yeci happened to see the fight just now, and Xiao Yeci recognized this technique.

"My dear benefactor, that person just now used Wenxiu skills - the same Wenxiu skills."

"How many levels of techniques is this?"

"The third-level technique is an extremely difficult technique for literary cultivators to practice. When a cultivator says a sentence, the opponent must understand it and understand the truth. Then the sentence becomes a law, and it becomes a law. Once restrained, it becomes a rule that both parties must abide by.”

"Third-level literary skills?" Li Banfeng was stunned for a while. The old man just now was obviously a moral cultivator, but he could still use the third-level skills of literary cultivation.

Xiao Yeci had actually heard of this type of cultivator: "My dear benefactor, the so-called literature and morality do not separate families. It is true that there are cultivators who study both literature and morality."

For practitioners of similar Taoist sects, it can be seen from the strength of Jian De Siqi's techniques that the person just now should be around the fifth level in moral cultivation and above the third level in literary cultivation. Such a person is really difficult to deal with.

Li Banfeng asked Xiao Yeci again, besides the third-level skills, what other techniques do you know about Wen Xiu?

"There is also a second-level skill, a word that comes true. This can turn a fake thing into a real thing with a real thing."

Li Banfeng shook his head repeatedly: "I don't understand."

Xiao Yeci explained carefully: "This is really hard to understand. I have only heard a few examples from my seniors. One of them was about a fight between a literary cultivator and a moral cultivator. The moral cultivator was older and asked the literary cultivator to Xiu asked him to do three moves.

Wenxiu admitted that Dexiu was old, and said an ancient poem, saying that white hair is three thousand feet long. As a result, Dexiu grew a head of long hair. Although it was not three thousand feet long, it was still more than ten meters long.

When the two of them were fighting, Dexiu, who was not small, tripped over his own hair and was beaten to death by Wenxiu.

The hair has grown three thousand feet. This is a lie, but this ancient poem did happen. Use the truth and make the lie true, and it is called a sentence becoming true. "

This time Li Banfeng understood.

He has seen this technique before.

When Tie Yang Sanjie attacked Zhengjing Village, Du Shuping, a sixth-level literary cultivator, used this technique.

He said that there would be no place to go after wearing iron shoes, and he directly said that Zuo Wugang's shoes were broken.

Xiao Yeci continued: "Although the skill of making a word come true is only a second-level skill, it is as difficult to learn as the third-level skill, or even more difficult.

Moreover, the use of second-level and third-level skills requires cultivation. The difference in cultivation is too big. No matter how many tricks you use, the techniques will be useless. "

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Literary writing techniques are difficult to learn, but once you learn them, they are really amazing!

How many masters like this do the saint have under his command?

If all this is used to make elixirs...

Thinking of alchemy, Li Banfeng took out a Jin Yuan Dan and ate it with the Blue Leaf Dan.

One Jin Yuan Dan is equivalent to a hundred days of practice. Li Banfeng calculated the pills he had taken during these days, plus the time accumulated from traveling around, he may have reached the fifth level of travel practice.

But Li Banfeng still doesn't know what the fifth level skill is. ,

Who knows the fifth-level skills of traveling cultivators?

It seems that person is not too far away.

When the traveling cultivator reaches the fifth level, he and the home cultivator together will reach the tenth level. Can the tenth-level cultivator be able to beat that saint?

That saint's disciple was a practitioner of both literature and morals, and he himself was probably a practitioner of both arts. If he also added up his cultivation levels, he would most likely be above me.

Since he is so powerful, why hasn't he taken action against me?

Don't want to bully the small?

This is nonsense. Bullying is the most important rule of survival for big people.

Are you bound by certain rules and cannot attack ordinary people?

Just like a character like Chong Kui, when he attacked the people of Haichiling, he was directly dealt with by the salesman.

It is possible, but the two things are not the same in nature.

Chongkui killed tens of thousands of people in Haichiling, so the salesman naturally refused to spare him.

But if this saint only accepts Li Banfeng, the salesman will most likely not care about it, and he will not be able to handle this kind of thing.

Other than that, what other reasons could there be?

Li Banfeng didn't think clearly for the time being and took Qu Jingzhang's body back to make elixirs.

…

Ren Wenlie returned to Saint Xian Peak and described the battle that took place in Engong Village from beginning to end.

What he told was basically the truth, but he exaggerated some situations. After all, Qu Jingzhang risked his life, and he was the only one who came back. If there were no unexpected factors here, it would only prove that they were not dedicated.

The saint still lived in the back room, and the sound of breathing in the room kept coming.

After he calmed down a little, the saint asked: "You said you didn't know he was a traveling cultivator, so you suffered from him? Now that you know he is a traveling cultivator, there shouldn't be any difficulty in dealing with him, right?"

"There are still some difficulties..." Ren Wenlie was sweating. He didn't want to face the salesman's senior brother again.

The saint sneered and said: "After all that, it's not that your methods are inferior to him, I know that this person's origin is not that simple."

Ren Wenlie wiped his sweat and said: "Then let the other senior brothers..."

What he meant was that he was useless and suggested that Master replace him with someone else.

The saint also agreed with his idea: "Let your senior brother go. Shixiang is old and I have to accompany him."

"Elder brother, he..."

"Haha," the saint smiled, "Why, do you dislike your senior brother? He pulled you little ones up little by little. Have you all forgotten this kindness?"

Ren Wenlie felt guilty for a while and did not dare to say anything more. He ran to the top of Sage Peak to ask for his senior brother.

The eldest brother lived alone with no maids around him. Ren Wenlie knocked on the door for a long time but didn't hear any reply, so he just opened the door and went in.

There was no one in the front yard, so Ren Wenlie entered the main yard.

There was no one in the main courtyard, and there was still no one in the backyard. Ren Wenlie finally found his senior brother Cong Shixiang in the Dongkua courtyard.

Cong Shixiang, who has a bloated body, is catching bugs in the sun.

He took a knife and made a cut on his arm.

Pushing aside layers of old skin, Cong Shixiang groped for a moment in the fat deep inside the skin, and pulled out a maggot the size of his little finger.

This maggot has a slender rat tail and is covered with a layer of dark yellow grease.

Cong Shixiang threw the maggot into the fire in front of him. The insect struggled for a while, and white smoke rose from the grease on its body.

Cong Shixiang suddenly felt itchy again and reached behind his ear with a short knife.

Ren Wenlie stepped forward and said, "Senior brother, I'll help you catch the insects. Give me the knife first, so don't cut off your own ears."

"Well, well..." Cong Shixiang squeezed out two responses from his throat, and then handed the knife in his hand to Ren Wenlie.

The iron smell of the knife, the smell of fat, and the unique smell of maggots mixed together to create a unique taste.

Ren Wenlie endured the smell, cut open Cong Shixiang's flesh one by one, and dug out the maggots one by one.

Don't dig too much, otherwise Cong Shixiang will have too many wounds, which will affect his combat effectiveness.

When the maggots were roasted in the fire until they were half cooked, Cong Shixiang took out one and handed it to Ren Wenlie.

Ren Wenlie waved his hand and said, "Senior brother, you can eat."

Cong Shixiang stuffed the fat worm into his mouth. There were no teeth in his mouth. He held it in his mouth, sipped it for a long time, smacked the taste, stretched his neck, and swallowed it.

There was a hole under his throat, and Ren Wenlie clearly saw the insect slipping down.

Cong Shixiang was very satisfied with the meal. He liked the taste.

After eating all the insects, Cong Shixiang stood up from the fire, staring at Ren Wenlie with a pair of dry eyes.

Ren Wenlie took two steps back and tried to keep a distance from Cong Shixiang: "Brother, let's go down the mountain. Master has an errand for us to do."

"Hehe, hehe..." Cong Shixiang laughed twice and followed Ren Wenlie out of the mansion.

PS: Why did this old man become like this?