Chapter 614: Help Him Cut the Line

Cui Cui Tike sat on a large blue stone, took out a stack of paper and a fountain pen, filled it with ink, and began to settle accounts with Li Li Banfeng.

"Our friendship is unbreakable; I have never doubted this. But business matters must be made clear first, especially this business. The cost I have to pay is very high. Your friends are growing a special kind of fungus. You have received higher education and know how difficult this fungus is to deal with.

Moreover, this kind of fungus is outside my scope of knowledge. I have never seen a similar fungus species, nor do I have a way to directly formulate an effective strategy against this type of fungus.

And you hope that I can manufacture a drug to kill this type of fungus, which further increases the difficulty of treatment. Under such high costs, the fees I charge are also very considerable."

Li Li Banfeng was prepared: "Go ahead!"

Cui Cui Tike first put forward the first condition: "I have received the Peddler's order to maintain order in Zhong Desong Cliff. I have signed contracts with many Virtue Cultivator leaders here, letting them not start wars in the short term; otherwise, they will encounter serious illnesses.

But the main problem now is that it is not just Virtue Cultivators participating in the Zhong Desong Cliff war, but also many Puluo Continent sects involved. They refuse to sign any contracts with me, and I cannot kill them. According to the Peddler's constraints, I am restricted in the number of people I can kill.

So the first thing I hope you can do for me is to let these sect disciples leave Zhong Desong Cliff. If you cannot expel all the disciples, at least let most of them leave."

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "This can be done."

Cui Cui Tike put forward the second condition: "Zhong Desong Cliff has suffered very serious losses in this war. According to my inference, they will go hungry this winter."

I have been hungry, and you cannot let a hungry person maintain sanity. In the face of survival tests, they are very likely to provoke war again. Friend, I hope you can support Zhong Desong Cliff with a batch of grain. To you, this shouldn't be too big an expense."

"I agree to this too."

Cui Cui Tike had changed a lot. Li Li Banfeng couldn't see the source of the change yet. Was it the Peddler's influence on him?

"The third condition: in this war, several key figures have been quite restless. I originally wanted to kill them to end it, but their prestige in Zhong Desong Cliff is extremely high. Killing them is very likely to bring about even more serious contradictions. I hope you can help me exert some deterrence on these people. Just deterrence will suffice."

Li Li Banfeng looked at Cui Cui Tike: "Is this really you? I didn't recognize the wrong person, did I?"

Cui Cui Tike smiled: "I am just trying to use more effective methods to solve problems. For example..." "Noodle soup, delicious!" The child brought noodle soup to Lightbulb.

Cui Cui Tike got up and hugged the child: "I told you, don't play games with him first. He has many little things on him, very dangerous little things." Lightbulb looked at the child, but he wasn't interested in the noodle soup. He didn't want to eat; he just wanted to stand straight like this.

Cui Cui Tike came to Lightbulb's side. The density of the fungus on Lightbulb made Cui Cui Tike frown: "The good news is that through you, I can obtain a large number of experimental samples. The bad news is that I might not be able to eat it all, and you might not be able to hold on."

Lightbulb looked at Cui Cui Tike, turned his head, and continued to stand straight.

Cui Cui Tike concentrated his intent and stood beside Lightbulb. After more than three minutes, Cui Cui Tike's cheeks puffed up. This was not an exaggeration; the amount of fungus was indeed more than Cui Cui Tike could eat.

He swallowed hard, and his cheeks puffed up again. It was unknown whether it was obtained from Lightbulb, or if he hadn't swallowed it just now and spat it out again. After swallowing repeatedly several times, Cui Cui Tike let out a long breath. He looked at Li Li Banfeng: "Fungus and spores, a wonderful feeling!"

Li Li Banfeng looked at Lightbulb.

That night at the Dark Star Bureau, Lightbulb had been standing the whole time. For most of the time on the train, Lightbulb was also standing. Now he was finally tired of standing and lay on the ground.

"Seventh Master, the sky in the Puluo Continent is really blue." The moment he lay down, Lightbulb shed tears. Candied Fruit and Crabapple were very excited; they also felt the sky in the Puluo Continent was very blue.

Cui Cui Tike was very excited; he not only saw the blue sky but also saw angels descending from the sky.

"Li Qi, my friend, look quickly! Angels have descended to the human world. This is a miracle!" Cui Cui Tike rushed onto the mountain road excitedly.

He didn't see a miracle; he must have been poisoned by an overdose of fungus. Li Li Banfeng had seen similar cases at the Dark Star Bureau; such incidents had occurred many times in Nanzhao Province. Seeing the direction Cui Cui Tike was running, the child was very anxious and chased after him while shouting.

"High, high!"

"There is a huge 'Virtue' character here. It seems angels also advocate virtue!" Cui Cui Tike waved his hands and jumped off the cliff. The child screamed in fright. After a while, Li Qi flew up from below the cliff carrying Cui Cui Tike.

Cui Cui Tike sang Outer Amikan's ballads while waving his hands, treating himself as an angel soaring in the sky..

Lightbulb was not completely cured. Just as Cui Cui Tike himself said, the amount of fungus was too huge for him to eat in one go.

What was difficult was that as long as it couldn't be eaten in one go, the remaining fungus would immediately multiply in large numbers. By the next morning, Lightbulb ran to the cave entrance to stand again.

"Relying solely on the control of microorganisms cannot solve this kind of tricky fungus," Cui Cui Tike also had a headache. "I have to manufacture a few friends and have a good fight with them." Although there were setbacks, Li Li Banfeng trusted Cui Cui Tike: "Control their condition first; I'll go check on the situation of those sects."

Just arriving at Zhong Desong Cliff, he was sent to Wu Decheng Mountain. Li Li Banfeng hadn't had time to go around to the various villages yet. After talking to Luo Zhengnan on the phone, he arrived at Deyuan Village first.

Cui Cui Tike and Luo Zhengnan had a deep impression of this village because the village head, Song Song Demei, was the core figure of this war. He arrived at the west entrance of the village. The memorial archways on the village road extended all the way into the depths of the village, even denser than the Memorial Archway Street in Yaowang Valley. After wandering around the village entrance for a while, Luo Zhengnan arrived. Li Li Banfeng asked: "Who set up these memorial archways?"

"They were all set up for the people of Deyuan Village. There are loyal ministers, top graduates, filial sons, and chaste women. These are all people of great virtue. There are over a hundred memorial archways here." "A village produced over a hundred people of great virtue?"

"This is not even considered many. I've been asking around for the past two days. Deyuan Village calls itself the Source of Great Virtue. Many people have been dead for many years and are still waiting for memorial archways to be set up. Although the village head has promised many people, there isn't enough land in the village."

Was this war provoked because there wasn't enough land to set up memorial archways?

Li Li Banfeng asked: "The news about the various sects has been gathered, right?"

Luo Zhengnan handled things steadily: "They have all been gathered. A total of sixteen sects, big and small, have sent people to Zhong Desong Cliff, among which the leaders of two sects have come in person." Li Li Banfeng was stunned: "Who invited them? They have such great face?"

"Basically, they were all invited by Song Song Demei. Song Song Demei mixed in the jianghu in her early years and made many friends. This time, she even spent a considerable amount of capital. The villages under her control were all scraped clean by her, and even the grain for the winter was sold by her. The money sold was all sent to these sect disciples."

Li Li Banfeng understood the situation and had a strategy to deal with it: "Inform these sects and find a place tomorrow night; we'll invite them to dinner."

Luo Zhengnan was in a difficult position: "Seventh Master, this place is not easy to choose. If we choose another village, they might not be willing to go. If we choose Deyuan Village, Song Song Demei might not be able to tolerate us."

Li Li Banfeng felt that Deyuan Village was a good place: "Just choose this Memorial Archway Street. I think this place is good. I want to see if Song Song Demei dares to stop us. If she really has this courage, things will be easy to handle."

Luo Zhengnan advised: "Seventh Master, Doctor Cui is a master at killing, but think about why he doesn't do it himself?

When I was chatting with Doctor Cui, I intentionally asked a few questions. This matter was ordered by the Peddler; he cannot kill people at will." Li Li Banfeng raised an eyebrow: "He cannot kill people, what does it have to do with me? I didn't promise the Peddler."

Cui Cui Tike's perception was not as good as Li Li Banfeng's, but he believed in Li Li Banfeng's judgment.

The two discussed it and sent invitations to all the sects. Luo Zhengnan even specially invited Song Song Demei. It was exactly as Li Qi said; Song Song Demei didn't stop Luo Zhengnan, but she claimed that the village was busy and didn't come to the banquet.

The people from the major sects didn't reject Li Qi's face. When the time came, everyone arrived. But they had already discussed it beforehand: they could eat the meal and drink the wine, but the sect disciples absolutely could not withdraw.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the banquet started on time. The people from the major sects looked around, but no one saw Li Qi.

Luo Tongkui, the Silver Badge of the Sanying Sect, asked: "Old Luo, what is the meaning of this? We brothers are giving Seventh Master face, but Seventh Master doesn't look at us. He invited us to dinner, but he didn't show up. How do you explain this?"

Luo Tongkui had a large head, his skull was shiny, not a single hair, and he had injured his right eye in his early years, wearing an eyepatch on his face. This appearance was a bit scary.

Luo Zhengnan smiled: "Master Kui, don't get angry. Seventh Master has already arrived. This is my own claim; I'm drinking two glasses with everyone here first to reminisce about old times and clear the air."

"What air are you clearing with me? If Li Qi doesn't want to see us, why did we come? Are we missing this meal of yours?" Luo Tongkui got up to leave, suddenly feeling a numbness. His body trembled for a moment, and he sat back down in the chair.

If it were an Outer States person, they would definitely know they had been electrocuted, but Puluo Continent people didn't see much electricity. Luo Tongkui had seen electricity, but he hadn't seen anyone get electrocuted, so he reacted for a long time. Luo Tongkui pointed at Luo Zhengnan and cursed: "Good you little rabbit, you dare to move your hands against me!"

Hearing Luo Tongkui cursing, several guards rushed to the front and protected Luo Zhengnan.

Luo Tongkui was unconvinced and called his brothers over: "How about this, let's compare notes here. Our Sanying Sect doesn't eat this set of yours!"

Luo Zhengnan asked the guards to retreat and invited Luo Tongkui to sit down first: "Master Kui, don't be so angry. I'm doing this for your own good. A few bumps and quarrels between us don't count for anything. When Seventh Master arrives, if you still talk like this, things will get big."

"I talk like this everywhere. I want to see how big things can get. If Li Qi doesn't want to see me, then let him see our Great Golden Seal. If he has anything to say, tell it to the Great Golden Seal; don't talk to me!" Luo Tongkui got up and left.

Luo Zhengnan didn't stop him, turned his face, and asked others: "Gentlemen, do you all mean the same thing?"

Jiang Jingqi, the Hall Master of the White Crane Sect, spoke up: "Brother Luo, Seventh Master has taken good care of our sects, and the friendship between us is quite good. But we all know the rules of the jianghu. If we promise to settle things for others, there is no reason to stop halfway.

I think Master Kui is right. Since Seventh Master doesn't want to see us, he shouldn't have invited us. If he has anything to say, tell our Sect Master."

Sha Sha Jianfeng, the Alliance Master of the Sand Sha Sha She Meng, took a puff of his cigarette and sneered: "Seventh Master looks down on the brothers of the various halls. I won't say anything, but I, Big Phoenix, am the leader of the Sand Sha Sha She Meng. Can't Seventh Master lower himself to see me? This is too disrespectful to us!

We believe Seventh Master has the ability to flip clouds and rain in the Puluo Continent, but we are not convinced. I won't speak for others, but our Sand Sha Sha She Meng is not convinced by this breath. Our Sand Sha Sha She Meng brothers are not cowards who fear death!"

"We are not convinced, and our brothers are not afraid of death either!"

Everyone stood up one after another, all wanting to leave the banquet. Luo Zhengnan shouted: "Don't rush, the dishes are being served."

Sha Sha Jianfeng twisted her waist. This tight-fitting brocade cheongsam was tightly attached to her body, and her waist was round and large, which was particularly pleasing to the eye: "Keep it for yourself to eat. We won't sponge a meal at your place. We haven't reached that point yet!"

Luo Zhengnan sighed in admiration. The Sand Sha Sha She Meng was a medium-sized sect. Not to mention other skills, Big Phoenix's appearance and figure were truly impeccable. "Little sister, since you're here, you have to eat a bite of this first dish before leaving. Waiter, open the pot!"

Luo Zhengnan ordered the pot to be opened. A young man brought up a pot. When the lid was opened, the fragrance drifted out with the steam. Everyone looked into the pot and saw a large bald head stewing in the pot, with an eyepatch still on the right eye.

This head was exactly that of Luo Tongkui, the Silver Badge of the Sanying Sect.

He had just gone out, and in less time than it takes to smoke a cigarette, his head was already stewing here. Sha Sha Jianfeng twisted her waist again, turned around, and sat back in her chair.

The others also sat down one after another, lowering their heads, none of them speaking.

Luo Zhengnan lit a cigarette and sighed softly: "It seems this dish is not to your taste."

"It doesn't matter if it's not to your taste," Li Qi pulled up a chair and sat beside Luo Zhengnan, "Pack it up and send it to Shen Shen Jinzhong." Everyone shuddered. They didn't know who this person was, nor did they know when he arrived. Luo Zhengnan smiled: "Didn't you all want to see Seventh Master? Now you've seen him!"

Everyone's face was gray, not daring to lift their heads, nor daring to speak. No one dared to look at Li Qi more than once.

Li Li Banfeng scanned the crowd and said: "Don't be restrained. Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink. This dish is not to your taste; I'll change another one for you!" Except for Li Qi and Luo Zhengnan, everyone present shuddered in unison.

Li Qi continued: "After eating this meal, it's time for you all to hit the road."

Everyone shuddered again. Li Li Banfeng smiled: "Gentlemen, don't misunderstand. I mean you should all go back to your own homes. You are all people with courage, and your brothers are not afraid of death, but this doesn't mean you are not afraid of death. Is that the logic?"

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. What Li Qi said was indeed logical.

Li Li Banfeng specially asked Sha Sha Jianfeng: "Alliance Master Sha, are you going back tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Sha Sha Jianfeng nodded repeatedly, "No need for tomorrow; I'll go back tonight."

Li Qi praised: "Alliance Master Sha is a smart person. Old Luo always praises you, saying that among so many leaders in the Puluo Continent, he admires you the most."

Luo Zhengnan's cheeks flushed slightly. Sha Sha Jianfeng hurriedly said: "Brother Luo and I have a deep friendship. How about this, I won't leave tonight. I'll drink two more glasses with Brother Luo to reminisce about old times."

That evening, the various sects hurriedly gathered their men, packed their things, and prepared to go home.

Sha Sha Jianfeng ordered these things to her subordinates and really ran to Old Luo's place to reminisce that night: "Brother Luo, little sister has a quick temper and speaks without measure. Don't take it to heart." As she spoke, Sha Sha Jianfeng twisted her waist and sat on Luo Zhengnan's lap.

Luo Zhengnan sighed softly: "I don't take it to heart, but you are really drilling into my heart!"

Early the next morning, the major sects gathered their men and luggage, all walking toward the west entrance of the village, passing through the Memorial Archway Road, and directly onto the main road. In less than half a day, they could walk to the train station. Song Song Demei stood under her father's memorial archway and cupped her hands at the crowd: "Brothers, I, your old sister, haven't treated you badly, have I? Are you really going to throw me aside and ignore me?" Ma Ma Songquan, the leader of the Tang Porridge Alliance, put his towel on his shoulder, cupped his hands, and bowed: "Old sister, we have encountered something..."

"No need to say it," Song Song Demei sighed, "Little Ma, back then when you were selling porridge on the street in Haichi Ridge, your stall was overturned by people from Yaojia Village, and you were beaten half to death. Who was it that pleaded for you and saved you? You haven't forgotten this matter, have you?"

Hearing this, Ma Ma Songquan remembered the past, his nose felt sour, and he wiped his tears with the towel on his shoulder.

He had stayed in the Sanying Sect in his early years and had second-layer cultivation. He didn't want to live his life with his head tied to his belt, so he withdrew from the Sanying Sect and set up a stall at Toudao Ridge in Haichi Ridge. Selling some noodle soup and porridge, going out early and returning late, earning a few pennies every day, he could also support his family.

That day, Song Song Demei went to visit Pan Pan Dehai and stopped by to see the local sect of Haichi Ridge, Yaojia Village. It happened that Ma Ma Songquan was unlucky. When Song Song Demei was leaving, she wanted to eat a bowl of porridge and happened to arrive at Ma Ma Songquan's stall.

Virtue Cultivators eating porridge must eat out some virtue. Song Song Demei first said the rice didn't taste right, then said the water didn't taste right, and then said the heat wasn't right. In short, she wasn't satisfied with the porridge. Ma Ma Songquan had also climbed out of the jianghu and still had some temper, so he argued with Song Song Demei for two sentences.

The young leader of Yaojia Village was present and ordered people to overturn the noodle soup stall and beat Ma Ma Songquan half to death. Ma Ma Songquan had cultivation, couldn't swallow this breath, and wanted to fight to the death with the people of Yaojia Village.

Song Song Demei saw this situation and hurriedly did a favor, saying two sentences in the middle, smoothing things over, and the matter was considered over. Was this a favor?

It depends on how you look at it.

If Ma Ma Songquan had just let it pass cowardly, this matter would have been forgotten, and Song Song Demei wouldn't have remembered this favor.

But after this incident, Ma Ma Songquan didn't want to live a life of being bullied anymore. He started his business again and pulled together a sect, which is the current Tang Porridge Alliance. No matter where he went, he always carried a towel on his shoulder, looking like a porridge seller.

The sect was managed by him, and his own cultivation also rose. Ma Ma Songquan went to Yaojia Village, pressed the young leader of that year to the ground, stepped on his face with his foot, and asked Yaojia Village to pay twenty silver dollars to redeem him, otherwise, he would take his life.

Song Song Demei appeared again, said some good words for both sides, let Yaojia Village pay one hundred thousand silver dollars, and saved the young leader. After this matter, Song Song Demei left another favor in Yaojia Village.

This matter spread in the jianghu, and these two favors spread along with it.

Song Song Demei saw Ma Ma Songquan and definitely had to tell the story of that year again. Ma Ma Songquan said with tears: "Sister, today with your words, our Tang Porridge Alliance will absolutely not take a step out of this west entrance! Brothers, go back!"

A sect leader! Spitting is a nail! Ma Ma Songquan said it, and he absolutely wouldn't take a step out of the west entrance of the village. He had to do what he said! He led his men out of the east entrance of the village.

Walking on the road, Ma Ma Songquan muttered to himself: "Old sister, I sincerely make a wish for you. If this old bone is gone, I will send you a bowl of porridge at your grave next year. You can see if the heat of this bowl of porridge is right."

The people in the sect were all gone. Song Song Demei sat at the village entrance on the Memorial Archway Road thinking of countermeasures. She called her three sons over to help come up with ideas.

The eldest son felt that this matter should stop: "Mother, let's not fight for this local deity. You have your own territory outside; why bother with Zhong Desong Cliff?

Wang Wang Zhengde's contract is buried somewhere unknown, many surrounding villages are not convinced by us, the Peddler doesn't like us, sent a foreigner to harm us, and now Li Qi has stuck a hand in. If we keep fighting like this, we won't get any good, and our family foundation will soon be exhausted."

Song Song Demei didn't speak. She did call these three sons over to come up with ideas, but she didn't like to hear the eldest's idea. The second son didn't rush to speak: "Mother, this matter, I will think about it carefully again."

The third son was young and full of vigor: "What kind of thing is Li Qi? He dares to come to our door to find trouble?"

The eldest glared at the third: "I don't know who Li Qi is, but you should at least go out and ask. This person is not easy to provoke."

The third sneered: "You think I haven't heard of him? Isn't he just a new figure from Green Water City? We don't care what kind of skills he has in Green Water City; he can't be arrogant in Zhong Desong Cliff!

Those jianghu people were scared out of their wits, but we don't beg them. I'll go call the elders of the surrounding villages in a while. We'll invite Li Qi to drink tonight. If he doesn't dare to come, he's a useless person without balls. If he dares to come, we'll take him down at the dinner table."

Song Song Demei didn't speak, but a trace of a smile appeared on her face. She clearly liked to hear the third son's words.

The second son grasped Song Song Demei's thoughts and hurriedly followed her wishes: "We don't necessarily have to use knives. Virtue Cultivators pay attention to convincing people with virtue. If Li Qi listens to advice and knows the pros and cons of advancing and retreating, we can spare his life, which is fine."

After saying this, the old lady was even happier.

The eldest was really old. When people get old, they are inevitably a bit stubborn. Knowing that his mother didn't like to hear it, he still had to say it.

"Third, Li Qi killed Xiao Xiao Zhenggong at the Jiang Xiang Gang banquet. Do you know about this? How clever do you think your scheme is? Do you think Li Qi hasn't experienced this?"

The third snorted: "What kind of thing is Xiao Xiao Zhenggong? Can he compare with us?"

The eldest said: "That is the Sect Master of the Jiang Xiang Gang, and the Jiang Xiang Gang was destroyed by Li Qi just like that!" Song Song Demei's face became even worse.

The second son hurriedly smoothed things over: "Big brother, the Jiang Xiang Gang had no precautions and was stabbed in the back by Li Qi. We are fully prepared to deal with Li Qi. Can this be the same? Besides, what is Xiao Xiao Zhenggong's cultivation, and what is Mother's cultivation? They shouldn't be compared together in the first place!"

The eldest was still worried: "But what if that foreigner comes together?"

The second son was also a bit worried about this. If Li Qi came together with that foreigner, Song Song Demei might not be able to hold on.

The third had a strategy: "If the foreigner comes together, we will act according to the situation. If we can take them both, we will think of a way to take them. If we really can't take them, we won't do it.

We invite them to dinner, eat the meal harmoniously, and the matter will pass. This is a foolproof plan!" The eldest still felt it wasn't stable: "But the key is..."

Slap!

Song Song Demei slapped the eldest: "The ancestors of the Song family are watching from above. When you speak, watch your own bloodline." The eldest lowered his head and looked at the memorial archway above his head.

This memorial archway was indeed the Song family's great-grandfather's, but the eldest still wanted to say one thing: his own bloodline had nothing to do with the ancestors of the Song family; he didn't even have the surname Song. However, this sentence definitely couldn't be said. If it were said, it wouldn't just be a slap.

Moreover, what the third said had some truth. If Cui Cui Tike came together, invite them to dinner. There was room for advancement and retreat, so nothing big should happen. After the plan was set, the third went to invite the village elders, the second went to organize the banquet, and the eldest had the most arduous task: he had to go to Wu Decheng Mountain to deliver the invitation to Li Qi. The eldest didn't want to go, but Song Song Demei said that he had to practice his courage through this matter.

The banquet was set for the next day. The eldest returned safely at dusk, and Li Li Banfeng actually accepted it.

Seeing the eldest return safely, the third smiled: "Big brother, didn't I say it right? This is a foolproof plan. We either win or break even, but we will absolutely not lose!"

Although the plan was thought out thoroughly, there could be no flaws in the details. Song Song Demei was a careful person. She spent the whole night with her three sons preparing, thinking through everything she could think of.

What if Li Qi turned his face halfway? What if he chickened out? What if he was ambiguous and didn't express his stance?

When to speak, when to drink, when to use knives, which sentence was the key, what degree to speak to, which sentence was the code, who would make the first move—all had to be carefully prepared.

The next day at dusk, the banquet was set up. Hearing that Li Li Banfeng was going to attend the banquet alone tonight and Cui Cui Tike wasn't coming, Song Song Demei was overjoyed and prepared to get rid of Li Qi. The eldest was ready, the second was ready, but what about the third?

"Mother!" The second son ran into the room in a panic, "Something happened to the third, on the Memorial Archway Road!" Song Song Demei hurriedly went to the Memorial Archway Road, but saw the third hanging on the Song great-grandfather's memorial archway. By the time he was taken down, the third was already cold.

Song Song Demei sat paralyzed on the ground, unable to speak for a long time. The eldest didn't know what to say, only wiping tears on the side.

The second son recalled the third's previous words. The third repeatedly said that this was a foolproof plan.

The plan was indeed quite foolproof, but who could have thought that Li Qi wouldn't follow the plan at all. On Wu Decheng Mountain, Li Li Banfeng was eating the fried sauce noodles made by Cui Cui Tike.

Cui Cui Tike looked down the mountain and asked Li Li Banfeng: "Is it appropriate to do this?"

"There is nothing inappropriate," Li Li Banfeng served a bowl of noodles for Old Luo, "Old Luo told me that a bunch of people in Deyuan Village are queuing up waiting for memorial archways. I think their third son is not bad. I hung him on the memorial archway; it counts as helping him cut the line." ===== CHAPTER 615 =====

The plan was indeed quite foolproof, but who could have guessed that Li Qi would not follow the plan at all? On Mount Wu Decheng, Li Li Banfeng was eating the Zha Jiang Mian made by Cui Cui Tike.

Cui Cui Tike looked down the mountain and asked Li Li Banfeng, "Is doing this appropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it," Li Li Banfeng said, serving Old Luo a bowl of noodles. "Old Luo once told me that a bunch of people in Deyuan Village are lining up to have a memorial archway erected for them. I think their family's third son is decent, so I'll hang him on the archway; consider it helping him cut the line."