Lord of Puluo

Sun Tiecheng pointed to the bloody thread dumpling and said to Fan Zhongfu: "The person in this dumpling is you. You used your flawless skills to put yourself into this garment."

Fan Zhongfu looked at the dumpling in his hand blankly, shook his head and said, "This can't be me."

The reason is very simple. How could he include himself in the techniques he used?

Sun Tiecheng said: "It must be you, otherwise who else could it be?"

Fan Zhongfu looked at the thread dumpling in his hand and seemed to wake up a little: "No, I just took you in."

Sun Tiecheng laughed when he heard this: "Aren't you talking nonsense? I am right in front of you, when did you take me in?"

Fan Zhongfu touched the thread dumpling in his hand. Blood was still seeping out, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to be beating.

He was afraid. The more afraid he was, the faster his heart beat. The faster his heart beat, the faster the flesh and blood in his hands beat.

"Then, even if it's not you, it's not necessarily me." Fan Zhongfu said without confidence. The only explanation now is that he just used the technique to not take in the middle-aged man in front of him, but instead took in a A person of unknown origin.

Sun Tiecheng sighed and said: "Why are you so stupid? Take a closer look first. I look so good in front of you.

This is definitely not me. "

While speaking, Sun Tiecheng pointed at Qiu Zhiheng again: "This man is as skinny as a monkey, but he still stands tall and graceful, so it's definitely not him."

Qiu Zhiheng didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what the situation was in front of him. Fan Zhongfu was invincible to Qiu Zhiheng.

However, in front of this middle-aged man, Fan Zhongfu became someone who could be manipulated at will.

It's not a metaphor, it's real.

Sun Tiecheng said to Fan Zhongfu: "There are only three of us here. It's not me and it's not him. Who else could it be? Aren't you the only one left?"

Fan Zhongfu was speechless.

After living for such a long time, he had never seen a real foolish cultivator, nor had he ever seen the technique of reversing the consequences. He didn't know what methods the middle-aged man in front of him used.

Sun Tiecheng said: "If you don't believe it, just squeeze the thread dumpling in your hand and see if it hurts?"

Fan Zhongfu's hands were trembling and he didn't dare to squeeze them.

Sun Tiecheng waved his hand, and like a magic trick, he changed the thread dumpling into his hand: "You can't bear to pinch it.

Let me help you and see if it hurts. "

He took it, he pinched it.

Sun Tiecheng put the thread dumpling in his hand and shook it gently. Fan Zhongfu's bones cracked and he fell to the ground with a thud.

It hurts, heartbreaking pain!

But after the pain subsided, Fan Zhongfu was a little confused, where did his bones come from?

He is a clothing cultivator, a clothing cultivator on the clouds. His flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs have all been turned into clothes.

This is a deception!

This is illusion!

That silk ball was not me at all, I was deceived by him!

Fan Zhongfu gritted his teeth, stood up immediately, waved his hand, threw out thousands of needles and threads, and surrounded Sun Tiecheng.

Clothing repair skills, step-by-step stitching.

These needles and threads form a special formation. People trapped in the formation cannot move easily, otherwise they will be cut by the threads.

There seem to be many gaps and holes between the intertwined threads. Don't even think about escaping from these gaps and holes. If you stick out a hand from the hole, your hand will be cut off. If you stick your head out, your head will be cut off. dropped.

There is no way to escape from the formation formed by the walking needle technique. The way to break the formation is to destroy these needles and threads.

However, these needles and threads are extremely strong. To destroy the needles and threads, you need targeted techniques or weapons.

Fan Zhongfu's tactics were very clear. If the needle and thread could trap the middle-aged man, he would kill him immediately and then deal with Qiu Zhiheng.

If the needle and thread cannot trap the middle-aged man, it can at least delay him for some time, and Fan Zhongfu still has a chance to escape.

Sun Tiecheng was trapped in the needlework array, looked at Fan Zhongfu and said, "Do you feel any pain?"

He squeezed the silk thread bag in his hand again.

Fan Zhongfu vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground again. Under the severe pain, the formation could no longer be maintained, and the needles and threads were scattered into a ball.

What's going on?

Isn't it a cover-up?

Why does this pain feel so real?

Sun Tiecheng kicked off the needlework under his feet and came to Fan Zhongfu with a smile: "Just tell me, is this your place?" Fan Zhongfu nodded and said, "Senior, that's what you say. As long as senior lets me live, you can say whatever you want." "

"Let you go?" Sun Tiecheng squeezed the silk dumpling again, and Fan Zhongfu felt that several of his bones were broken.

I rolled my eyes in pain.

"Why should I let you go?" Sun Tiecheng squatted on the ground and looked at Fan Zhongfu, "You just lied to me and said you knew where the iron-barred bamboo was. I am an honest man and I really believed you. I didn't expect you to treat me like this." To do evil things,

Shouldn't a bird like you die? "

"Senior, I am from Seolhwapo. If you want to kill me, you have to look at Seolhwapo's face.'

Sun Tiecheng smiled: "What kind of reputation does Xuehuapu have? To judge your reputation, you have to look at the cream. The cream is a good thing to put on your face. Are you a cream?"

Fan Zhongfu still said the same thing: "What the seniors say is whatever it is. If you say it is cream, I am cream."

Sun Tiecheng stretched out his hand towards Fan Zhongfu and said, "Okay, squeeze some ointment and show it to me."

"I, I can't squeeze out."

"Shall I squeeze it for you?" Sun Tiecheng squeezed the thread dumpling.

Fan Zhongfu lamented loudly: "The junior is short-sighted and has no intention of offending the senior. The senior is arrogant. Don't argue with the junior. As long as you spare my life, I can do whatever the senior asks me to do."

Sun Tiecheng nodded and said, "Tell me first, do you know where the Tiejin Bamboo is?"

"Senior, I really don't know." Fan Zhongfu didn't lie. He really didn't know where the iron-reinforced bamboo was.

There are iron-reinforced bamboos on Kuwu Mountain. This is just a legend. Fan Zhongfu has never seen iron-reinforced bamboo in his life. There are also very few people in the whole Puozhou who have seen iron-reinforced bamboo.

"I don't know, so what are you doing here?" Sun Tiecheng pinched the silk dumpling back and forth several times.

Fan Zhongfu felt that all his bones and internal organs had been squeezed into a pulp.

He has tortured many people with his flawless technique, and until today, he really didn't know what this technique felt like.

"Senior, please allow me to say something. I know where the iron-reinforced bamboo is————·

Sun Tiecheng rubbed the thread and said, "Just tell me if you know."

This thread dumpling has become Fan Zhongfu’s nightmare. If he takes another look at it, he feels like he has been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

"Senior, I really can't remember————"

Sun Tiecheng was about to make dumplings again, and Fan Zhongfu shouted: "I'll take senior! I'll take senior there right away! I haven't been to Kuwu Mountain for many years, and I have indeed forgotten a little. When I pass through this forest, I will remember it. Senior, I can really remember it!”

Fan Zhongfu burst into tears, and Sun Tiecheng sighed and said, "You are too pitiful. Okay, you lead the way. I will trust you for once."

The two of them walked into the woods. Qiu Zhiheng stood there, not knowing what to do.

Sun Tiecheng turned around and said, "I see there is a flower in your basket. Are you here to collect blood peel seeds? There are apricots in this forest. Go quickly and pretend you have never seen us."

Qiu Zhiheng didn't dare to pick apricots, nor did he dare to go down the mountain. He stood there, wanting to wait until Sun Tiecheng was completely gone before he left.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly heard Sun Tiecheng shouting in the distance: "Why are you running? Don't run. It's good for you to follow me. If you run away now, you will definitely regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Zhiheng saw Fan Zhongfu flying down the mountain. After a few steps, he disappeared on the hillside with a pop.

The fog in Kuwu Mountain was very thick. Qiu Zhiheng didn't know why Fan Zhongfu disappeared. As he got closer, Qiu Zhiheng smelled something strange, and then heard Fan Zhongfu's struggle.

Poof, poof!

Fan Zhongfu swam hard in a pool of golden soup, but the golden soup was too thick. Fan Zhongfu had to endure great resistance every time he took a step forward.

Why is there a golden soup pond on Kuwu Mountain?

This place should not be suitable for farming. Who would do such a big project here?

After a hard struggle, Fan Zhongfu finally swam to the edge of the pool.

He grabbed hold of the slippery pool wall and used the Yi Xiu technique - Feather Wings.

The clothes on his body were gathered behind his back, dismantled into threads, and the threads were rewoven and intertwined, turning into a pair of huge wings.

The wings had absorbed enough gold juice and were slightly heavy, but after flapping several times, Fan Zhongfu still flew up.

The Jintang Pond was very deep, and Fan Zhongfu struggled to fly up one foot.

This was not only because his wings were very heavy, but also because his body was severely corroded by the golden juice.

Since falling into the golden soup pool, he has returned to the state of clothing repair. There is no flesh and blood on his body. There are layers upon layers of clothes, but from the innermost layer to the outermost layer, every piece of clothing is riddled with corrosion.

This is equivalent to a normal person having a thousand holes burned through his body. In this state, Fan Zhongfu can still fly, which shows his advanced level of cultivation.

Flying upward inch by inch, Fan Zhongfu finally flew to the edge of the pool.

Mr. Xu stood at the edge of the pool and poured a spoonful of golden soup down.

This is the golden cultivation technique, the golden light shines everywhere.

Under the golden light, a pair of wings behind Fan Zhongfu turned into fly ash, and he fell into the pool again.

Sun Tiecheng sighed, stood on the edge of the pool, and said to Fan Zhongfu: "You think you are disobedient? I told you not to run, but you refused to listen. Do you regret it now?"

Seeing Mr. Xu coming, Qiu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Han asked: "Xiao Qiu, what are you doing here on Kuwu Mountain?"

Qiu Zhiheng took out the flowers of blood-skinned apricots from the basket and said to Xu Han: "I want to pick some blood-skinned apricots and give them to Mr. Yao."

Xu Han smiled and said: "Silly boy, tell me directly about this kind of thing from now on. Try to come to this kind of place as little as possible, and hurry up and go down the mountain."

Qiu Zhiheng turned around and walked down the hillside. Sun Tiecheng said: "Don't drive them away. They are here to pick apricots! Little brother, there are indeed apricots in the forest. Pick a few more and bring some to Lao Xu. If Lao Xu hadn't saved you today, you would have died."

Yes, it was all thanks to Mr. Xu who saved me that I saved my life.

Qiu Zhiheng looked back. He was a little worried about Mr. Xu.

Xu Han waved his spoon, signaling him to leave quickly.

Seeing Qiu Zhiheng walking away, Sun Tiecheng sighed: "Old Xu, what are you doing? They are really here to pick apricots. Aren't you delaying their serious business?"

Xu Han looked at Sun Tiecheng and said, "Don't worry about what others do. First tell me, what did you do here?"

Sun Tiecheng looked at the golden soup pool, smiled, and said nothing.

Xu Han poured another spoonful of liquid on the top of Fan Zhongfu's head. This technique is called "Golden Juice Covering the Top". The golden juice flows down from Fan Zhongfu's head at a uniform speed until his body is covered with golden color. Now Fan Zhongfu can't hear anything, and he can't see anything except the golden light in his eyes.

Sun Tiecheng saw this and said, "I came to Kuwu Mountain to get some iron bamboo to make elixirs when I go back."

Xu Han frowned and said, "Who told you that iron bamboo is used for alchemy?"

Sun Tiecheng smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. Just tell me whether you will give it to me or not?"

Xu Han shook his head, "Such a precious medicinal material, why should I give it to you?"

Sun Tiecheng shrugged his eyebrows, "Just based on our past friendship."

Xu Han still shook his head, "I don't have much friendship with you."

"Regardless of friendship, let's talk about grudges."

"I don't have much grudges with you. I didn't get involved in the destruction of Fool City. "

Sun Tiecheng nodded: "You didn't get involved, which proves that you are my friend. When friends meet, they should drink and reminisce about the past. Why do they have to fight?"

Xu Han thought about it and felt that this made sense. He scooped a spoonful from the pool and brought it to Sun Tiecheng: "How about we drink a cup?"

Sun Tiecheng nodded: "Okay, let's drink together!"

Xu Han took off a wine gourd from his waist and drank the wine in the gourd clean: "I'll drink first because the toast was drunk by him, leaving only the golden soup in the iron spoon.

Sun Tiecheng sighed, smiled bitterly and said: "You old thing, why don't you understand?"

Xu Han also sighed: "I am a farmer. Whenever I follow your way, the farmer will always suffer.

Sun Tiecheng waved his hand and said: "Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about this serious matter. I want iron reinforced bamboo. Will you give it to me or not? "

Xu Han said: "You want it, but I don't want to give it to you. It's useless to keep talking like this. Let's just have a fight."

"I've told you that we are friends. Let's not use knives and guns. Let's let him judge the matter. We'll do whatever he says!" Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Zhongfu in the pool.

Xu Han used a spoon to fish Fan Zhongfu out.

Fan Zhongfu wiped the gold juice off his face and looked at Sun Tiecheng and Xu Han.

Sun Tiecheng spoke first: "There is something between us, and I want you to judge the matter. I came all the way to Kuwu Mountain to collect some medicinal herbs, but this old man refused to give them to me. What do you think we should do about this?"

Xu Han took a spoon and mixed the gold juice in the pool: "Ordinary medicinal herbs will be given, but some medicinal herbs are priceless, and they can't be taken away by just one word."

Sun Tiecheng said: "One word won't work, let's say a few more words, you name a price, and I'll buy it. "

Xu Han said: "I won't make an offer, I won't sell it to you, I won't let you take it, what can you do?"

Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Zhongfu and said: "Listen, does what he said make sense?"

Xu Han also looked at Fan Zhongfu: "Tell me, what is reason?"

Fan Zhongfu licked his lips and looked at Xu Han first.

He knew that this was the ancestor of Jin Xiu. Before coming, someone in Xuehuapu told him to avoid Xu Han, but he didn't expect Xu Han to not avoid him and met another ruthless person.

Sun Tiecheng was impatient and pinched the ball of thread in his hand: "I'm asking you a question, why don't you say it?"

Xu Han was also a little angry, holding a spoon and shaking it in front of Fan Zhongfu: "Why are you hesitating, just say it when you have made up your mind! ”

What do you mean?

Speaking in favor of Sun Tiecheng means offending Xu Han, and he will have to go to Jinchizi.

Speaking in favor of Xu Han means offending Sun Tiecheng, and he will have to cut him into pieces.

Fan Zhongfu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two men: "Two seniors, two grandfathers, please be magnanimous and spare my life."

Hearing this, both of them were unhappy.

Sun Tiecheng pinched the ball of thread: "I think you are sick, you can't speak clearly, and I have to loosen your muscles and bones."

"Don't keep loosening your muscles and bones, you have to take medicine to treat the disease," Xu Han brought the spoon to Fan Zhongfu, "Come on, young man, open your mouth. "

I have to say it today.

Fan Zhongfu never thought that he would have such a day to judge the two hermits.

After careful consideration, Fan Zhongfu spoke. He looked at Sun Tiecheng and said, "I think what this elder brother said is reasonable. We are all friends. He came from far away. He didn't steal or rob. He just picked some medicinal herbs. We should give him some convenience."

Sun Tiecheng smiled: "Old Xu, listen to what he said!"

Fan Zhongfu was not talking nonsense. He really thought it over carefully.

If he offended Sun Tiecheng, he would be dead if he pinched the thread ball a few more times.

But if he offended Xu Han, he could still save his life if he soaked in the golden pond for a while.

If he can survive, he still has a chance to escape.

Xu Han sighed. Since there was an agreement in advance, he and Sun Tiecheng could not break their promises on such matters.

"Old Sun, I really can't tell you where the iron bamboo grows. "

Sun Tiecheng folded his hands: "If you don't keep your word, you are bullying an honest man. '

Xu Han pointed at Fan Zhongfu and said: "Leave this man to me, I will get you two bamboos, what do you think?"

"Okay!" Sun Tiecheng nodded, "I don't want bamboo leaves, I don't want bamboo poles, I want bamboo shoots!"

He wants bamboo shoots!

Xu Han's face became more solemn.

Sun Tiecheng folded his hands and said: "Why, you don't want to give it to me again? Under the nose is the mouth, and the spit is a nail. Old Xu, I respect you very much, you must keep your word!"

"Okay, fine, you wait here while I get the bamboo shoots."

Not long after, Xu Han came back, holding two bamboo shoots in his hand, "Ten iron bars, you can inspect the goods yourself. If you feel something is wrong in the future, I will not return or exchange it."

Sun Tiecheng looked at the bamboo, nodded and said, "The things you brought are definitely not fake."

After saying that, Sun Tiecheng clasped his fists and left with the bamboo shoots.

Xu Han looked at Fan Zhongfu and smiled: "We are the only ones left now."

Fan Zhongfu knelt down and kowtowed, shouting repeatedly: "Senior, have mercy on me! I never wanted to offend senior. I came here to find Qiu Zhiheng. I stayed in Yaowanggou for many days and didn't dare to look for him because I was afraid of offending him." you,

When I learned that Qiu Zhiheng went to Kuwu Mountain, I followed him. You saw it just now. Qiu Zhiheng was a good man. I didn't beat him or kill him. I just scared him. Senior, you can't Because this little thing will kill me! "

"You get up first. I don't want to kill you. I ask you three things. If you answer me truthfully, I will let you go."

Fan Zhongfu nodded and said, "Senior, please speak."

"First thing, why are you looking for trouble with Xiao Qiu?'

Fan Zhongfu answered truthfully: "I am from Xuehuapu. The people above me asked me to find Qiu Zhiheng, use him to lure Li Qi out, and then use Li Qi to investigate the whereabouts of Xuansheng Honglian."

Hearing this, Xu Han asked a second question: "It is said that Xuehuapu is for salesmen. Have you ever seen a salesman in Xuehuapu?"

Fan Zhongfu said: "I have never seen a salesman in Puzi."

"The third thing is, have you ever seen a salesman outside Xuehuapu?"

Fan Zhongfu lowered his head and said, "I've definitely seen that before. When I entered Taoism, I bought the medicinal powder from a salesman."

Xu Han shook his head and said: "It's not that far away. I'm asking you, have you ever met a salesman since you joined Xuehuapu?"

"I've encountered it too. I once asked him to buy some things. Naturally, I didn't dare to be rude to him, but he and I couldn't talk too much, especially what happened in Puzi. That was absolutely not allowed to be mentioned.

There are rules in Xuehuapu. Unless you have a mission, you can't talk about what's going on in Puzi when you leave Puzi.

He also couldn't recognize the people in Puzi. Even in front of the salesman, he had to pretend to be an ordinary person so that no one could see anything special. "

After asking the three questions, Xu Han thought for a while.

He put away the spoon and said to Fan Zhongfu: "I can let you go now, but you have to be an internal agent for me when you return to Xuehuapu. You have to write me a letter every day to inform me of the situation in Xuehuapu."

Fan Zhongfu nodded repeatedly.

One letter a day, can he do it?

He couldn't do it, he wouldn't even provide internal support to Xu Han.

He just wants to get away as soon as possible. No matter what Xu Han says, he will agree.

Xu Han took out two gold nuggets, real gold nuggets, and handed them to Fan Zhongfu: "I will use this to write letters from now on. If there is paper, write on it. If there is no paper, write on the wall. If there is no wall, write on the ground. As long as If you can write the words down, I can receive them, remember?”

Fan Zhongfu accepted the gold nugget, nodded and said: "I remember it.'

"Come down the mountain if you remember. With your cultivation, you can leave Kuwu Mountain within an hour. Then you first find a place to stay, and then write me your first letter. Do you remember?"

"Remember!"

"I'm telling you again, you must write to me within an hour. Do you remember?"

"Remember!" Fan Zhongfu held the gold nugget and ran down the mountain.

Leave Kuwu Mountain in an hour?

He underestimates me too!

Fan Zhongfu once again used the skill of making wings out of feathers, and two wings grew out of his back. He took out his needle and thread and mended the wounds on his body while flying.

He flew very slowly at first. After five minutes, the golden juice on his wings dried up and he sewed up some of the wounds on his body. In less than ten minutes, Fan Zhongfu flew out of the Bitter Mist Mountain.

After coming down the mountain, he didn't go to town or find a place to live. He went directly to Xindi, just wanting to leave Yaowanggou as soon as possible.

After flying for more than three hours, Fan Zhongfu found that the scenery below him was a bit familiar. After the village was the wilderness, and after the wilderness was the village. The cycle went on and on, but he never saw the new land.

Lost?

Fan Zhongfu firmly believed that he could not get lost, and he realized that he should have fallen into Xu Han's backhand.

Careless.

It was time to write him a letter. If I didn't write this first letter, I would definitely not be able to get out of Yaowanggou.

Fan Zhongfu fell to the ground and found a stone in a forest. He was about to write a letter when he suddenly saw Xu Han standing in front of him.

"Senior--" Fan Zhongfu trembled, "I was about to write to you, but I couldn't find a suitable place.

I'll write to you right away. I've almost got my gold nuggets out. ’

Xu Han sighed: "Why do you want to break the promise I made with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene changed.

The surrounding woods disappeared, replaced by a thick fog.

He is still on Bitter Mist Mountain.

Fan Zhongfu shouted: "Senior, I was wrong. I really wanted to write you a letter, but I just forgot the time!"

Xu Han shook his head and said: "You are sick and you need to be cured!"

"Senior, former——"

Xu Han pinched Fan Zhongfu's mouth, held up a spoon, and served the golden medicinal soup: "Here, take the medicine."

The warm medicinal soup slid down the esophagus and into the stomach.

Fan Zhongfu had tears in his eyes and his body was shaking.

"Sun was walking outside the city and thinking to himself, remembering how tragic things were back then. I am like a bird in a cage that cannot spread its wings. I am like a tiger that has left the mountain and is lonely. I am like a wild goose that comes from the south and is separated from its flock. I am like a dragon trapped in shallow water. On the beach————.”

Sun Tiecheng himself modified a version of "Silang Visits His Mother", walked and sang all the way back to the City of Fools, and entered his yard triumphantly.

Gui Jianchou was still squatting at the door, never moving.

Sun Tiecheng frowned and said, "You're really just squatting here. Get up quickly and don't block the way here!"

Gui Jianchou stood up straight and said with a smile: "City Master Sun, is the matter done?"

Sun Tiecheng snorted coldly: "Then you still need to ask? Today I want you to see what the bamboo shoots of Iron-Reinforced Bamboo are!"

Gui Jianchou really wanted to see it. He had never seen the bamboo shoots of iron-reinforced bamboo: "I heard that iron-reinforced bamboo has ten iron bars. I don't know if they can be seen on the bamboo shoots."

"Yes! Why not?" Sun Tiecheng was very proud, "I was afraid that Lao Xu would lie to me, so he counted them one by one in front of me, ten in total, not a few!"

While talking, Sun Tiecheng took out the bamboo shoots, and Gui Jianchou counted them carefully beside him.

The green bamboo shoot shells are covered with iron bars with a metallic luster. Each iron bar extends from the tip of the bamboo shoot to the root of the bamboo shoot, a total of ten iron bars.

Gui Jianchou praised: "There are really only a lot of them."

Sun Tiecheng frowned: "No, one is missing."

Gui Jianchou shook his head and said, "I counted ten iron bars, and there is indeed a lot of them."

Sun Tiecheng shook his head and said: "It's not an iron bar, it's a bamboo shoot missing!"

Xu Han gave Sun Tiecheng two bamboo shoots, and Sun Tiecheng brought one back.

"Where did the other bamboo shoot go?" Sun Tiecheng looked at Gui Jianchou.

Gui Jianchou shook his head and said, "I definitely don't know this."

Gui Jianchou was very nervous. In fact, Sun Tiecheng was not angry. He looked at Gui Jianchou seriously: "I want you to tell me, who stole this thing?"

Gui Jianchou thought for a moment: "The only person who can steal things from you is their ancestor, Thief Cultivator."

Sun Tiecheng thought for a while and said, "Are you talking about Thousand Hands? He should be the only one, but I remember that he was beaten to death by the salesman."

Gui Jianchou thought for a moment: "I think it's easy for the salesman to beat him, but whether he can be beaten to death is another question."

Green Water City, Yuanzhufang, deep in the alley, there is a small courtyard.

There are two tile-roofed houses in the yard. An old man is sitting in the main room, drinking tea.

This old man looks very distinctive, with a thin body and a curved back. He is sitting on a chair, his feet just touch the ground, and standing on the ground, he is barely higher than the table.

Looking at his appearance, his high cheekbones are red, his pointed chin is black, he has two thin eyebrows, a pair of thin eyes, and two sharp and thin front teeth are exposed from time to time in his thin lips.

The old man took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and shouted to the empty yard: "Come in!"

He Jiaqing appeared next to the old poplar tree in the yard, entered the main room, and bowed to the old man in a polite manner.

The old man smiled and said: "Baby, I asked you to come, and you did come!"

He Jiaqing said: "My ancestors have given orders, how dare I not come?"

"How's the ring going?"

"There's still a little bit of decoration left and it will be finished soon."

"Bring it to me and see."

He Jiaqing quickly placed the ring on the table.

The old man took a look, nodded and said: "To be honest, I really don't like your other craftsmanship. Even if this ring is made decently, don't decorate it. Leave this to me. Let's settle things." "

"Our ancestors are magnanimous!" He Jiaqing gave another salute.

The old man accepted the ring, but He Jiaqing didn't see clearly how he accepted it.

He was holding the tea cup in one hand and the cup lid in the other hand, and was fiddling with the tea when the ring on the table suddenly disappeared.

"Xiao Qingzi, I called you here today to show you something good." The old man's hands did not move, and a bamboo shoot appeared on the table, "Do you recognize this thing?"

He Jiaqing looked up and down, nodded and said, "I've seen this thing in photos. Iron-barred bamboo can cure internal injuries. It's a rare medicinal material."

"It's rare? You have such a big mouth!" the old man said with a smile, "Xiao Qingzi, do you know who I offended for this bamboo shoot?"

He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "I really don't dare to guess."

The old man asked again: "Do you know what this iron-reinforced bamboo is used for?"

He Jiaqing thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Besides treating internal injuries, what else can it be used for?"

The old man said: "It can also be used to make medicinal powder. The iron-reinforced bamboo shoots are the main ingredient for the salesman to make the entry-level medicinal powder!"

"Refining entry-level medicinal powder?" He Jiaqing was shocked, "Aren't all entry-level medicinal powders made from the corpses of cultivators?"

The old man laughed when he heard this: "What kind of skill is it to make medicine powder from corpses? Even the birdman Hua Manchun can do it.

Corpses are passed down from generation to generation, and are lost in each generation. If we rely on this method, wouldn't there be fewer and fewer cultivators in Puluozhou? "

He Jiaqing's eyes widened and he looked at the bamboo in his hand: "Can the salesman use medicinal materials to refine the basic medicinal powder?"

"What do you think?" The old man took a sip of tea, "This is the capital of the Lord of Puro."

PS: But the question is, how to make medicine with this bamboo shoot?

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