Lord of Puluo

Funeral?

Never heard of this door.

Li Banfeng wanted to take a closer look at this man's appearance, so Qiu Zhiheng immediately blocked the window panel: "Brother, if you look less, you will avoid any bad luck."

"What kind of sect is so evil? I have never heard of it."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. I have lived in Prozhou for more than forty years. Counting this time, I have seen funerals three times in total.

The practitioners of this sect usually don’t move around, they also have fixed residences.

Only when they can't find a way to survive or practice in their original place of residence will they change places. "

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand: "You mean you can't find a way to survive?"

"It's just that the people who lived there couldn't bear it anymore and fought him to the death. He would have no way to survive."

"What do you mean by not being able to find a way out for cultivation?"

"He drove all the neighbors crazy, drove them away, and even drove them to death. He should move to another place and continue to harm others."

While the two were talking, Cao Ye kept crying on the side. Madam-in-law consoled her: "Don't cry, don't cry. The old guy is mourning for himself, so you don't have to pay attention to him!"

Madam-in-law knew that this comfort did not have much effect.

Qiu Zhiheng said to Li Banfeng: "This girl has fallen into the mourning skill. Every word the old man said was like a knife, stabbing into the most painful place in the heart, which can make people lose their will. It can’t slow down the moon.”

Cao Ye cried for a long time, stared at Li Banfeng and said, "You, you are... Brother Baisha?"

She had long looked familiar to Li Banfeng, but after all, they had been separated for more than a year, and the blades of grass had never dared to recognize him.

Madam-in-law was surprised: "You two know each other?"

Li Banfeng nodded slightly and smiled.

I thought that seeing an acquaintance would make Caoye feel better, but unexpectedly, after looking at each other for a moment, Caoye cried even more painfully.

"I'm just a useless person, a useless person. Brother Baisha, you shouldn't have saved me in the first place. Let me die and you will be relieved."

Before Li Banfeng could speak, the mourning old man walked around from the door to the outside of the courtyard wall. Hearing what Cao Ye said, he specially answered:

"You said that death can be considered a relief. I think this is reasonable. What do people want to do in life? Just to be able to do something.

What can a person like you do in the city? Deliver medicinal materials from Sanpuzhuang to Ligou, and then drive the empty truck back?

Does anyone need to do this? Train your two donkeys well so that they can do better than you! What do you think you have in life? "

The sister-in-law couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Shameless old dog, let your old fart go!"

Qiu Zhiheng gave Madam-in-law a tug and signaled Madam-in-law not to be reckless.

But Madam-in-law has already scolded her, it's too late.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" There was a sound of lip smacking coming from outside the door, which was very loud.

These three lip smacking sounds are a precursor to Mang Xiu's use of techniques.

The old man spoke: "Listen, listen, listen to all the neighbors, listen to everyone who walks by.

This medicine store is open for business, but she is still cursing people. Do you hear how unpleasant the scolding she just said was? "

Madam-in-law shouted: "Why don't you tell me how ugly you are?"

"What did I say? What did I say?" From his tone to his demeanor, the old man acted very innocent. "I didn't say anything. I just said that this little girl's words were reasonable, and this woman just cursed!

You all have heard it. I came to the medicine store to buy medicine, but they closed the door when they saw me. Before I said anything, this woman from their family opened her mouth and cursed! "

What should we do now?

Do you want to continue arguing with him?

Of course not.

First of all, ordinary people can't quarrel with them.

Qiu Zhiheng understands mourning cultivators: "This is one of the techniques of mourning cultivators, called the mourning cultivator's face. In order to learn this technique, all mourning cultivators have been specially trained. No matter how noisy, the mourning cultivators can tell their stories." The more noisy they are, the more they gain the upper hand.”

If the scolding street woman was here, I don't know if she could have quarreled with this old thing.

Hou Qiu continued: "Besides, we can't gain any advantage in arguing with the mourning monk, no matter we win or lose, we can't gain any advantage.

He was just passing by and making a noise in front of our door. What he was doing was damaging our reputation and business. He had no loss at all.

And the longer we quarrel with him, the greater our losses will be. This is due to reputation and feng shui. Under the criticism of onlookers, the feng shui of our medicine shop was also damaged by him. "

Mrs. Sister-in-law sighed: "Zhiheng, this matter depends on you. If you listen more to Shopkeeper Feng, you can avoid this disaster."

Cao Ye said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Qiu, sister-in-law, that old man came for me, I just left. I will never hurt you."

"Silly girl, where can you go? If you are entangled by a mourner, someone will die." Madam-in-law pulled the blade of grass and entered the house.

The mourning old man was still yelling and cursing outside the wall.

To be honest, Li Banfeng never understood what was so great about this mourning cultivator.

Qiu Zhiheng is usually a serious person, otherwise Li Banfeng would suspect that he was telling a joke.

If you don’t understand, let’s ask. Li Banfeng said: “Brother Qiu, is this funeral cultivator good at fighting?”

What's the point of keeping such a shameless old guy?

When Li Banfeng was about to go out, Qiu Zhiheng stepped forward and stopped him: "Brother, no!"

If it was possible, Qiu Zhiheng would have gone there long ago.

Li Banfeng said: "Do they have any help behind them? Are you worried about their revenge? It's okay. I'll make things clean."

Qiu Zhiheng shook his head and said, "If it's a matter of helping others, I'm really not afraid of him. After all, I've been on the road for so many years."

The sister-in-law said: "Brother Li Qi, you don't know that there is an old saying that it is better to drink a bowl of soup from Jinxiu and leave no wounds to the mourning Xiu."

Jin Xiu a bowl of soup?

Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment: "Madam, you said Jin Xiu had a bowl of soup, could it be that one..."

"That's right, it's what's in that bucket! Drinking that bowl will make you feel uncomfortable for at least two days."

Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "Two days are not enough. This will take many days."

The sister-in-law said: "If the mourning monk is injured, we will have to suffer for the rest of our lives, and the mourning monk will keep haunting us."

"Then kill him."

"Kill him, and his soul will still haunt us."

"Then take the soul as well."

"After collecting his soul, other mourning monks will sense it and will continue to haunt us."

"Then kill them all until his sect is wiped out!" Li Banfeng became more and more angry as he listened to the yelling and cursing outside the door.

Qiu Zhiheng shook his head and said: "Sang Xiu is in bad luck. If he really fights with Sang Xiu for the rest of his life, how will he live his life? Let me think of a solution for this matter."

Li Banfeng looked outside the wall, gritted his teeth slightly and said, "If my general is here, I can feed this old man a few spoonfuls, but still see how rampant he is."

…

Ma Wu got off the train at the waistband of his trousers, and was greeted by two gorgeous women in their twenties.

"Sir, have you found a place to stay? Our hotel is the most affordable."

"One hundred and fifty for a single room, Datongpu will charge you fifty."

"You see, you don't have any discernment. From the way this gentleman is dressed, I know that he doesn't live in Datongpu. We have a room in the store. For three hundred yuan a night, we two sisters will warm your bed together."

Ma Wu politely refused the two girls. If he didn't refuse, he wouldn't be able to get down to business. There was once someone who hung around the Shidaikan station for a month and didn't go out.

After leaving the station, Ma Wu called a rickshaw, and the driver asked: "Master, do you want to find a place to rest first and come again, or do you want to find a place to rest first and then rest again?"

Ma Wu smiled and said, "Is there a place where I can come and rest at the same time?"

The driver nodded and said, "Yes, there are too many."

Ma Wu likes the atmosphere of the waistband, and he can't get enough of this place a hundred times.

"Take me to the cinema first."

The coachman was startled. It was rare for people to go to the movies right after getting off the train.

"Which theater are you going to?"

"You recommend one."

"Then do you want to lie down and watch, or sit down and watch?"

This is a unique rule for trousers. Watching a movie while lying down is lying on a big bed, in a box, with someone beside you.

Ma Wu was here to do business, so naturally he couldn't lie down and watch. He asked the driver to go around the town first, and then chose a theater where he could sit and watch.

Not long after, Ma Wu arrived at the theater, bought a ticket for "Blood Blade Detective", and sat down in his seat.

Then a girl came and sat on Ma Wu's lap.

This is a sit-down movie.

At the waistline, the attendance rate of "Blood Blade Detective" was very average. There were less than ten people in the theater, which was just convenient for the girl to perform.

On the other hand, "Blood Gun Detective" sold very well. The afternoon and evening tickets were sold out, and if you wanted to buy it again, you would have to wait until the midnight show.

Halfway through the movie, Ma Wu looked into the girl's eyes from time to time, but he didn't see the root of love.

This is different from the situation in Heishipo.

In Heishipo, as long as you enter the cinema, you will definitely have feelings in your eyes.

But as long as you leave the theater for three to five hours, the love in your eyes will slowly disappear.

In other words, the movie "Blood Blade Detective" only made money from one wave of viewers. This wave of viewers were influenced by their emotional roots and continued to watch it one after another in the theater.

But after they leave the theater, they will feel uninterested, just like A Qin and Huo Ling. They never want to go to the theater the next day.

But what is the purpose of doing this?

Just to earn two more movie tickets?

After careful calculation, it is indeed a lot of money. In Heishipo, according to the information Ma Wu has, "Blood Blade Detective" sold three times more tickets than the previous one.

According to Ma Wu's estimation, "Blood Blade Detective 6" should be the first time that they have included love in a movie.

who are they?

How risky is this?

If someone found out that they were manipulating movies, would they still be able to do this business?

Is there any way to crack it?

While Ma Wu was thinking about it, the girl on his lap wiped her lips and suddenly stood up and left.

No matter if she left, Ma Wuzheng felt a little bored, so he simply started watching the movie seriously.

After a while, another woman sat on Ma Wu's lap and said with a smile: "Wu Lang, you come to my land to have fun, but you don't even know me."

Ma Wu smiled and said, "Just to inform you, I walked around the town."

He handed the bloody handkerchief to Feng Daiku in front of him and lowered his voice: "Look, do you recognize this thing?"

Feng Dai smiled bitterly, thinking that the blood was left from the bed: "Which girl is this that you raped?"

After smelling the blood, Feng Dai's bitter smile disappeared instantly.

"Goro, this is fake love. Where did you get this?"

PS: Salad is sick, this chapter is a little short, please forgive me.