Chapter 583: Young Master, does it look good?

"Did you mint this money yourself?" Li Li Banfeng picked up a silver dollar and examined it closely for a long time. From the style to the pattern, it was indistinguishable from the silver dollars he was familiar with.

The Peddler put the silver dollar into his display case: "From the day Puluo Continent came into existence, all the silver dollars have been minted by me. I push my cart everywhere, not just to do business; I also need to know exactly how many silver dollars are needed across Puluo Continent."

Li Li Banfeng was even more confused: "Since you minted this money yourself, why does Xuehuapu dare to use your banner and claim they can mint money?"

The Peddler laughed: "Since Puluo Continent began, there have been at least several thousand, if not ten thousand, people operating under my banner. These people have all sorts of names: Peddler Gang, Hundred Merchants Sect, Gold and Silver Society,"

"Sundry Goods Hall—... just the factions I've wiped out number in the hundreds."

"Their goals are different, and their methods vary. Some do it for fame, others for profit."

"Some put on a convincing act, while others are clumsily inept."

"Xuehuapu is quite convincing. I've personally explained to others that Xuehuapu has nothing to do with me, yet there are still people who don't believe me. They say it's Xuehuapu's sect rule; they say I can't even mention Xuehuapu outside the port."

"At first, ordinary people thought Xuehuapu was a business I started. Later on, quite a few friends also believed Xuehuapu's nonsense. Even later, quite a few enemies didn't come to me for revenge, but went to Xuehuapu to test the waters instead."

"You tell me, what kind of situation is it when enemies don't even come to me for revenge?"

Li Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said: "I think this counts as a good thing."

The Peddler nodded repeatedly: "I also think this counts as a good thing!"

The situation was indeed as such; in this rumor incident, Xuehuapu had truly taken the bullet for the Peddler.

The Peddler grabbed a handful of silver dollars, sighed, and said: "Whether in Inner Continent or Outer Continent, quite a few people are eyeing the silver dollar business. Silver dollars, like initiation pills, are the lifeblood of Puluo Continent. These people should have targeted me, but instead, they aimed their spears at Xuehuapu. I admit, Xuehuapu did take the knife for me, but I still cannot tolerate them, because some of the things this bunch of bastards have done make me unable to endure it any longer."

"I have wiped out Xuehuapu six times, but after a while, someone would manage Xuehuapu again. Xuehuapu's signboard is just too tough. I killed everyone in Xuehuapu, and they insisted that I was just eliminating imposters. This signboard simply cannot be smashed."

"Twenty years ago, the current head of Xuehuapu, Mr. Kong Fang, came to me. He said he wanted to bet with me for twenty years. Within twenty years, if I could completely wipe out Xuehuapu, he would admit defeat and hand his life over to me."

"Within twenty years, if I couldn't wipe out Xuehuapu, I would admit defeat, and he would disband Xuehuapu himself and clarify to the world that I truly have nothing to do with Xuehuapu."

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "This is a good way to bet. Either way, you win!"

"There's no such cheap deal," the Peddler smiled bitterly, "If I lose, I must establish a sect for Mr. Kong Fang."

"What sect?"

"Deception Cultivation."

Li Li Banfeng was stunned: "Didn't you say this sect doesn't exist?"

The Peddler sighed: "If I agree to him, wouldn't this sect then exist?"

"Is Mr. Kong Fang a swindler?" Li Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, "I've met him; he is a man with real ability who can suppress Zhang Zhang Gunli."

"Who says a swindler must lack ability? Mr. Kong Fang was originally a master of a sect, but he wanted to create a sect of his own to be the founder, so he set his sights on the elusive Deception Cultivation. I told you the three keys to Deception Cultivation before, didn't I?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "I remember. First, as long as you don't make a move, your cultivation is real. Second, as long as you make a move without being seen, your cultivation is also real. Third, if you are seen but others don't understand, your cultivation is still real."

The Peddler nodded: "Xuehuapu never mints money in front of others; even the members of Xuehuapu don't know how the silver dollars are minted. Without making a move, the cultivation is real. In terms of swindling, Mr. Kong Fang is very clever."

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Is Mr. Kong Fang a Merchant Cultivator?"

The Peddler shook his head: "You saw him fight Zhang Zhang Gunli; can't you tell his sect?"

Li Li Banfeng was recalling the details of that day. The Peddler reminded him from the side: "I signed a contract with him and cannot directly expose his background. I cannot tell you his true identity directly."

"You must remember, he is one of the top figures in Puluo Continent. With your current combat strength, it is best not to have any contact with him."

One of the top figures?

"Could it be that he is about the same as you?" Li Li Banfeng had used the rattle-drum to scare Mr. Kong Fang away.

Judging by that, there was still a significant gap between the two sides.

The Peddler thought for a moment: "I think I am a bit stronger than him. If we talk strictly about combat strength, he should be about the same as a certain person surnamed Sun."

Was the Peddler talking about Sun Sun Tiecheng?

He mentioned Sun Sun Tiecheng to his face; it seems he knows I have dealings with the Foolish Cultivators.

Li Li Banfeng probed: "Is Mr. Kong Fang's cultivation also above the clouds?"

The Peddler shook his head: "Mr. Kong Fang is not above the clouds, and that friend surnamed Sun is not either. There are several other old friends who are not above the clouds. You will also face this matter in the future."

"How you walk the path depends on how you choose."

What does that mean?

Is there even a choice?

A man walked up to the two of them. He looked to be in his fifties and was dressed like a hunter from the New Land. He unbuttoned his shirt and pointed to his stomach. There was a wound over half a foot long on his stomach, which was festering, with pus oozing from the red and swollen area.

The Peddler asked: "Want to buy some ointment?"

The man nodded repeatedly. He had a wound on his throat and couldn't speak.

The Peddler asked again: "Do you have money?"

The man fished a few silver dollars out of his pocket. Worried that it wasn't enough, his hands trembled, and his eyes were full of pleading.

The Peddler took the silver dollars, brought some medicinal wine, poured it onto a cotton cloth, and first wiped the man's wound. After wiping the pus clean, the Peddler tore off two plasters and stuck them onto the wound: "Don't let it touch water for three days. Find a place to rest, and make sure not to let the wound tear open again."

The man bowed repeatedly to the Peddler and left with a look of gratitude.

The Peddler weighed the few silver dollars in his hand and sighed: "Losing or winning, we are even. This trip was a loss again."

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Knowing it's a loss, why must you do this business?"

The Peddler smiled bitterly: "There are plenty of losing businesses. I've lost quite a bit on you, too."

"But this time I earned on you; you blocked the rumors for me."

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "I can block rumors, but if it comes to the real thing, I won't be able to block it. If one day you really meet the Person from Heaven, must you fight a battle with her?"

The Peddler packed the remaining ointment into the display case and glanced at the sky: "That was the agreement back then."

"Someone asked me to bring you a message. She said for the two of you to stop fighting."

The Peddler looked at Li Li Banfeng: "Was it Did Honglian who said that?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded slightly.

The Peddler laughed: "She is overthinking it. The bond between me and the Person from Heaven is real."

Lu Lu Qianjiao bit her lip, her voice trembling as she said: "Are the bonds with others all fake?"

Li Li Banfeng was stunned. When did Lu Lu Qianjiao arrive?

The Peddler shook his head: "Lu Qianjiao, the bond between us hasn't changed a bit even if the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. How could there be any talk of real or fake!"

Lu Lu Qianjiao looked at Li Li Banfeng: "He said the same thing to that bitch from Heaven, right?"

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Li Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment: "Did he say that? I don't know either!"

The Peddler was startled: "Do you two know each other?"

Lu Lu Qianjiao nodded: "We know each other. He came to my house that day and asked if you were there."

Li Li Banfeng looked up: "Sister-in-law, you have to tell the whole story."

The Peddler looked at Li Li Banfeng: "Setting aside whether the story is whole or not, how did you know where her house is?"

"I, well, I just walked and walked and found it—" Li Li Banfeng had promised Zhao Zhao Lanmeng.

He couldn't give him away.

But if he didn't give him away, this matter would be hard to explain.

The Peddler's expression changed slightly: "Brother, this isn't your first time going to her house, is it?"

"It is my first time—"

"It definitely isn't the first time," Lu Lu Qianjiao laughed, "Brother Li is a very good person. He always comes to see me when he's free, unlike you, a heartless man who forgot me completely in the blink of an eye."

Li Li Banfeng panicked: "Sister-in-law, you two are quarreling, don't drag me into it!"

Lu Lu Qianjiao gritted her teeth: "Who is a couple? Can't I live without him? Brother Li, let's live together from now on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Lu Qianjiao picked up a mountain rock and threw it at the Peddler.

The rock shattered, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The Peddler hid behind the display case, not daring to fight back.

Li Li Banfeng didn't want to get involved in this, so he turned and left.

Thud!

A rock hit Li Li Banfeng on the back of his head.

Endure it, this is not a place to stay for long.

Thud!

Another rock hit Li Li Banfeng on the back of his head.

Endure it, there are important things to do.

Whoosh!

A third rock flew toward the back of Li Li Banfeng's head. Li Li Banfeng turned around and caught the rock.

No, I can't endure it anymore.

You two are fighting, why should I suffer?

Li Li Banfeng took the rock and threw it back at Lu Lu Qianjiao.

Lu Lu Qianjiao was venting her anger and wasn't prepared, and the rock hit her right on the forehead.

This rock completely ignited Lu Lu Qianjiao.

"Good, you dare to attack me! I knew you were sent by that bitch!" She grabbed mountain rocks and attacked Li Li Banfeng. Li Li Banfeng didn't show weakness either; while dodging with his "Carefree and Unfettered" skill, he picked up rocks to fight back.

After fighting for a while, Li Li Banfeng really couldn't beat Lu Lu Qianjiao, so he turned and ran.

Lu Lu Qianjiao wiped the bloodstains on her face and looked at Li Li Banfeng's back in surprise.

The Peddler took this opportunity to push his cart and try to run, but was pulled back by Lu Lu Qianjiao: "This person's rock throwing is very accurate; he has the talent for my sect."

The Peddler nodded: "Since he has talent, we shouldn't miss this good seedling. You talk to him first and see if he's willing to join your sect. If he doesn't agree, I'll slowly persuade him later!"

Lu Lu Qianjiao hooked the Peddler's chin: "His business isn't urgent. Let's clear up your business first. Where have you been all these days?"

Li Li Banfeng returned to the "Leaving Suishenju" (Personal Residence). There was no place to step in the main room; the family was still eating.

The room was a mess.

Li Li Banfeng had brought back too many ingredients, and everyone was burping from being stuffed.

"Why are you all crowding here? There are so many rooms, why must you eat together?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying wiped her mouth: "There's nowhere else to go. The seventh room is occupied by Zhao Xiaowan, and the other rooms are piled full by the Old Master."

"What is piled full?" Li Li Banfeng pushed open the door to the second room; the room was full of parts for rickshaws.

He pushed open the door to the third room; leather buckets, iron buckets, wooden buckets, spittoons, water vats, bathtubs—

Every utensil that could hold water was filled with viscous grease.

The fourth room was also full of oil, filled even fuller than the third room. The fifth room was filled even fuller, leaving no room to even walk.

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Old Master, why are you getting so much oil?"

"Is this a lot?" The Old Master snorted, "This is all refined by me. Otherwise, our house wouldn't be able to hold it."

No wonder Hong Lian Bu Da felt his face was dry. If the Old Master were any more ruthless, he could peel a layer of skin off his face.

He walked all the way to the seventh room. The Lady was still interrogating the Coachman there, and the room was slightly cleaner.

The impostor Coachman was still hanging on by a thread. The Gramophone asked: "Do you really not want to talk?"

The impostor Coachman shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I really don't know."

The Gramophone said to Li Li Banfeng: "Inner Continent sent a total of five spies. Now three are dead. Besides him, there is one more, whose identity is currently unknown."

Li Li Banfeng asked the impostor Coachman: "Was Inner Continent's mission for you to take advantage of the Peddler's absence and seize Huangtu Bridge?"

The impostor Coachman shook his head: "My mission was to lurk in Puluo Continent. I had been a cook at Qianyue Tower, mainly monitoring the He family's movements. A few days ago, I received a document from the imperial court ordering me to return to Inner Continent for re-smelting, and only then did I become a coachman."

"How did you know about things related to the coachman?"

"Zhang Zhang Gunli told me."

This scourge Zhang Zhang Gunli must be eliminated.

"Were those little coachmen born from you?"

"They were separated from me; both their souls and flesh. They have a connection with me."

No wonder there wasn't much fly ash falling from the sky. It turns out the souls of those coachmen were never complete to begin with; they could only be considered a part of the Coachman Leader.

"Can every Inner Continent person produce offspring like you?"

The impostor Coachman shook his head: "I didn't have this ability originally. After re-smelting, I don't know whose flesh and blood was added to my body. As long as I concentrate my intent, I can split off another coachman."

"What about their rickshaws? Were they also split from you?"

"Their carts were split from my cart. Every time I split off a new coachman, I have to find materials like rubber and iron rods for the cart. In about an hour, I can produce a new cart. Only with a new cart can the newborn coachman move."

From this impostor Coachman, it can be seen that Inner Continent's technology has advanced quite a bit.

"Before coming to Puluo Continent, what was your name? What did you look like?"

The impostor Coachman thought for a long time and shook his head: "I can't remember, I can't remember at all..."

Before he finished speaking, the Coachman's body trembled, and his shoulders and chest suddenly widened.

The Coachman had already had a similar situation in the Personal Residence. The Gramophone reminded Li Li Banfeng: "Young Master, stay further away, don't get blood on yourself!"

Rip~

The impostor Coachman's clothes tore, and his right shoulder burst out of the clothes. The shoulder kept expanding, becoming about as big as a human head, with green veins bulging one by one under the skin.

Rip~

The skin on the shoulder tore like a rag, and blood splattered everywhere.

A head with hair emerged from the shoulder, the blood-stained face dull and lifeless.

The Coachman Leader's skin and flesh cracked inch by inch until a complete body detached from his body.

Li Li Banfeng looked at the newly split coachman; he was actually wearing clothes.

To be precise, the clothes on his body were part of his skin.

The tattered clothes on the Coachman Leader wriggled and wrapped around the wounds on the body, greedily sucking the Coachman's blood and flesh.

Until the bloodstains slowly faded, the clothes also became as good as new, and the original tears left no trace.

The Coachman Leader's collapsed right shoulder slowly recovered, and the whole person, like his clothes, recovered together.

He looked at the coachman who had just split from the ground and whispered: "Give him a cart,"

"and he lives, and he can fight. They are becoming more and more numerous, and I am forgetting more and more things."

"Actually, they are me, but the things I can't remember, they can't remember either. In a few more days, I might be just like them, remembering nothing, only knowing how to fight."

"I might have been just like them originally, falling off someone's body. No wonder I can't remember anything..."

The Gramophone looked at Li Li Banfeng: "Young Master, everything that should be asked has been asked, and he has said everything he knows."

Li Li Banfeng nodded, and the Gramophone swallowed the Coachman Leader's soul.

There was too much flesh and blood, and the family couldn't eat it anymore. Li Li Banfeng held Did Honglian and went to the main room,

cleaning up the leftovers: "The message you asked me to bring to the Peddler, I brought it."

Did Honglian opened her flower leaves: "Did he have a reply?"

"Yes! He said you were overthinking it, and that the bond between him and the Person from Heaven is real."

Did Honglian cleaned up the blood and flesh on the ground and said to the Gramophone: "We had an agreement. The message was delivered, so I will make you a body."

The Gramophone snorted coldly: "Just a puppet, who cares?"

"Whether you care or not, just wait and see my ability." Did Honglian was very confident.

Xiang Xiang Hongying rolled her eyes at Did Honglian: "Zhao Xiaowan, why bother with her? It would be better to let Seventh Brother get some good seeds and grow a body."

The Gramophone laughed: "Why grow that? Like a puppet, it's all fake. What's the use of fake things?"

"Looking forward to it—"

"Who?" The Gramophone looked down and saw the projector's lens flickering, "What did you just say?"

"Madam, you are looking forward to your body. On your body, there is a red color that carries expectation." While speaking, the projector ran behind Li Li Banfeng; he was afraid of being beaten.

"Are you possessed?" The Gramophone raised the stylus, really having the urge to beat him.

Li Li Banfeng held the projector: "Expectation, why is it red? Is it the color of blood?"

"Seventh Guide, the color of expectation is not that bright. It's like a flame, and it's a newly ignited flame, looking fragile, but not so easy to extinguish."

Li Li Banfeng stared at his wife for a moment, then turned and asked the projector: "What color is the Tang Dao?"

The projector turned its direction and aimed its lens at the Tang Dao: "He has a satisfied yellow on him,"

"a yellow like the sunset. He is about to fall asleep in the sunset."

"You are wrong," Li Li Banfeng stared at the Tang Dao for a while, "He is already asleep."

"Take a look at the gloves again."

The gloves wanted to avoid the projector's lens: "Why look at me? Master, I'm not photogenic,"

"better look at Sister Gourd."

The lens was still aimed at the gloves. The projector said: "He has green on him. What does green mean? Are you afraid?"

The gloves were speechless for a long time, then gave the projector a thumbs up: "You've become a spirit. I just borrowed a spoonful of cold cream from the Peddler, thinking of letting Master study it well,"

"but then I thought, with my little skill, I definitely couldn't escape the Peddler's eyes. I was afraid the Peddler would have a misunderstanding about our Master, so I was debating whether to tell Master."

The gloves spat out a porcelain bottle filled with cold cream: "Master, this matter is my fault. Punish me!"

Li Li Banfeng picked up the bottle and smiled: "This little thing is nothing. A-Ji, look at me again. What color am I?"

The projector looked for a moment, and the fire behind the lens flickered constantly: "Can't look, dizzy!"

"Why dizzy?"

"Seventh Guide, to say something very sincere yet somewhat rude, you have many colors on you, as bright as the feather duster in the corner."

The whole family watched the projector's excitement, thinking he had eaten too much and was talking nonsense.

The Gramophone felt this matter was unusual: "Young Master, the projector has eaten quite a few good things recently. This kid's cultivation should have grown quite a bit."

Growing cultivation is a good thing, but the whole family, including the projector himself, didn't know what sect he belonged to.

Li Li Banfeng put the projector in his pocket and said to the Gramophone: "It's time to go to the laboratory today. I'll go get the batteries first, and also let A-Ji see what colors are outside."

Once outside, the projector's ability dropped quite a bit: "The colors around are too bright,"

"I can't see the changes in color."

Li Li Banfeng held two sets of batteries: "Can you see their joy?"

The projector observed carefully for a while: "I might not be too familiar with these two young ladies yet."

The laboratory was powered on, and Li Li Banfeng brought his wife out. Today's experiment was very complicated, and they were busy from early morning until late at night before barely having any harvest.

Li Li Banfeng sent the Gramophone back to the Personal Residence first and brought the batteries home together: "Wait a while to charge the batteries, then take my wife out for a stroll."

The Gramophone had just rested at home for a moment when she heard Xiang Xiang Hongying shouting in the ninth room: "It looks like you, this is too much like you, Zhao Xiaowan, come over and take a look!"

Did Honglian had finished the puppet.

"What's there to look at—" The Gramophone was a bit nervous. When she pushed open the ninth room, the Gramophone froze.

Did Honglian stretched her flower leaves and pushed a woman in front of the Gramophone.

"What do you think of my craftsmanship?"

The record spun on the tray, but the stylus seemed to have nowhere to rest.

A puff of steam sprayed out from the horn, and the Gramophone replied: "So-so."

Did Honglian smiled: "You should still be able to possess it for a short time. Take this body and accompany your man to stroll through the market."

Stroll through the market...

The Gramophone didn't want to speak originally, but couldn't help saying: "Alright."

She possessed the puppet, and there was only one thought in her mind.

Accompany the Young Master out for a stroll, and accompany the Young Master well.

Did Honglian stared at the puppet for a moment, vaguely seeing the smile of the young lady from the ninth room.

You have a chance to go out, but don't forget to take me with you.

Arriving at Heishipo, Li Li Banfeng returned to the Personal Residence to get the batteries and was just about to go charge them when he saw a woman walk out of the second room.

Li Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment and asked: "Young lady, who are you?"

Clang!

The Tang Dao fell to the ground: "Marshal—"

The projector crawled out of his pocket, its lens flickering constantly: "Art, this cannot be described as art; this has already transcended the ultimate of art!"

The gloves rubbed their thumb and index finger for a long time, and ended up rubbing themselves apart: "Is this still a human in the world?"

Old Tea's tea water pushed open the teapot lid: "No, can't look anymore. One more look,"

"and this old life will be gone."

The Gourd didn't dare to look much either, shaking its body: "It's a pity I'm not a man, what a pity." The Music Box circled around the woman; she kept dancing, but couldn't make a sound.

The Pendulum lowered its voice and asked Meng De: "Is this really our Madam?"

Meng De responded in a low voice: "I didn't believe it at first either. When I saw the first glance, I almost fell off the wall."

The Earrings jumped into the woman's palm: "Madam, let me stay on your ear for a while,"

"just a while."

The Judge's Pen, who was sleeping soundly, poked its head out of the newspaper and took a look.

It didn't sleep anymore; it stood quietly against the wall, not feeling tired at all.

Li Li Banfeng looked at the woman carefully and asked: "Is it my wife?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan smiled: "Young Master, does it look good?"

Li Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the Gramophone: "It looks quite good."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan sat beside Li Li Banfeng and gently held Li Li Banfeng's hand: "Young Master, this is what I originally looked like."

"It really looks quite good." Li Li Banfeng turned around and slowly hugged the Gramophone.

PS: Just how beautiful is Zhao Zhao Xiaowan?

PS: Just how beautiful is Zhao Zhao Xiaowan?