Chapter 16 Ten Thousand Cultivators in the World

Farming repair, joy repair, food repair, travel repair, home repair.

Li Banfeng had never heard of these terms.

Now he needs to make a choice.

Monkey Qiu put Li Banfeng down and let him lie half-ly against the tree: "He can't move now. Give him a bowl of soul-reviving soup first."

"Give it?" The salesman shook his head, "There is no reason why I should give it for free."

Hou Qiu touched the inner pocket of his suit: "I'll give you the soup money. I didn't bring much cash today, so I owe it first."

The salesman took out a casserole from the lower level of the wooden cabinet, mixed it with herbs, mixed it with water, put on a charcoal fire and started to make soup.

"Shou Qiu, what does this kid have to do with you? Are you so nice to him?" The salesman took a fan and fanned the charcoal fire slowly.

"He gave me food." Monkey Qiu simply replied.

The salesman asked again: "Who will pay for the medicine powder to get started?"

Monkey Qiu said: "After I leave, he can choose any Taoist door."

After saying that, Monkey Qiu took out a left hand from his pocket, a half-eaten left hand.

It turned out to be him!

Li Banfeng suddenly realized that the man named Hou Qiu was the one who begged him for food on the train.

At that time, the man's voice was so low that Li Banfeng could not distinguish the timbre.

Li Banfeng gave him two boxes of instant noodles. Unexpectedly, this man actually saved Li Banfeng's life for this.

"Is there any medicine? Help me connect the hand." Hou Qiu handed his left hand to the salesman.

After looking at the condition of the left hand, the salesman didn't want to worry about it: "Isn't that miracle doctor from Yaowanggou familiar with you? Ask him to take it over. He has great skills."

Hou Qiu originally planned to find the miracle doctor to take over, but now that he met the salesman, he didn't want to owe the miracle doctor any more favors.

It's not that easy to repay the favor, but the salesman's price is real.

Monkey Qiu smiled and said, "We're all here now, so I'd better look for you."

"Your hands are like this, and you still have to come to me!" The salesman complained, while rummaging in the cabinet for plaster: "How much plaster do you need to use? Next time, tell your wife, just chew some meat and cheat your stomach. Don't I also ate the tendons..."

Li Banfeng lay half under the tree and watched the salesman take out some plasters.

Monkey Qiu took out his left hand from his trouser pocket for the first time.

To be precise, he had no left hand. What was in his trouser pocket was only a bare left wrist.

"Align it yourself first!" The salesman put the plaster on the fire to bake. Hou Qiu held his left hand in his right hand and aligned the broken wrist.

After the plaster was baked, the salesman stepped forward and wrapped several plasters on the broken part of the wrist. He wrapped it in several layers, as if the hand was glued to the wrist with tape.

Sticky?

Will this work?

Although Li Banfeng experienced many incredible scenes along the way, dealing with a severed hand in this way was still too childish in his opinion.

If you want to stick your hands on it, you have to at least put some saliva on it!

This also makes Li Banfeng worried about his condition. He can now breathe four or five times a minute, and his heart can beat more than 20 times.

Wait, Monkey Qiu's little finger seemed to move.

Am I being blinded?

Didn't look at the flowers.

Not just the little finger, all five of Monkey Qiu's fingers, including a ring finger with only bones left, were moving slightly.

Really connected!

"It's just connected, don't move in a hurry!" the salesman warned, and brought some medicine powder, applied it on Houqiu Qiu's left hand, and then wrapped his left hand tightly with gauze.

"You can't get wet for ten days, and you can't remove the plaster for a month. When we meet next month, remember to bring money and let's settle the account!"

Monkey Qiu nodded upon hearing this, got into the rickshaw, and left.

he's gone!

what should I do?

Li Banfeng looked at the salesman anxiously.

The salesman looked at the heat, picked up a rag, put it on his hand, took the casserole off the charcoal fire, and poured the soup into the bowl.

"Little brother, take the medicine." The salesman took out a funnel and stuffed it into Li Banfeng's mouth. He held the funnel with one hand and poured the medicine in with the other hand.

Warmth surged in Li Banfeng's stomach. Li Banfeng felt his eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep soon.

An hour later, Li Banfeng opened his eyes and his body could move.

The salesman was busy doing business, and a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old was buying medicinal powder.

The young man was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed about 170. His face was as round as his figure.

He squinted his small eyes and made his choice solemnly.

"Shi Xiu! I chose!"

"Okay!" The salesman waved his hand, opened a drawer on the upper level of the container, scooped out a small spoonful of medicinal powder with a unique little wooden spoon, placed it on a piece of brown paper, wrapped it, and handed it to the little fat man.

Xiaopang took 60,000 Huan Guo notes to the salesman, opened the powder and was about to put it into his mouth, when the salesman shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Xiaopang glared: "What are you doing! I gave you the money! Do you still want to sit on the ground and raise the price?"

The salesman looked at Xiaopang but didn't respond.

Behind the fat guy stood a well-dressed man, who was also here to buy medicinal powder. He smiled at the fat guy and said, "You really don't understand anything. This salesman is here to save you!"

The man was in his twenties, wearing a top hat, a suit, a vest on his shirt, and a tie. He was handsome and handsome. He was followed by five attendants and a coachman. His identity was unusual at first glance.

Xiaopang turned around and said, "I paid you, why don't you let me take medicine?"

The man looked at the little fat man with contempt: "Can this medicine be eaten? This is a guidance medicine prepared by generations of sages with countless efforts. The medicine is extremely powerful. If you just take it like this, you will end up with intestinal rupture and rupture?" "

The salesman packed up the container and said, "This medicine is for smearing on the body, not for eating."

Xiaopang was stunned, took the medicine bag and asked, "Where should I apply it?"

The salesman said: "As long as it touches the skin and flesh, you can apply it anywhere, it's up to you."

The well-dressed man behind him warned: "Choose a thick place, this medicine will hurt.

I once saw a sister who put medicine on the balls of a fat peach. Her peach was over a foot thick, but it was so painful that she couldn't walk! "

"I'm not afraid of pain!" The little fat man disliked the clothes, exposed his white belly, and said to the salesman, "If you put this on, you will be a first-level food cultivator!"

The salesman shook his head: "You misunderstood again. This medicinal powder can only help you get started, but cannot take you to the next level."

Xiaopang said angrily: "Isn't this a lie? Such an expensive medicine can't even reach the first floor?"

The salesman closed the drawer and didn't want to explain.

The rich man behind him became impatient: "If you don't understand anything, find someone who understands and ask, don't embarrass yourself here!

This is a medicinal powder for beginners. How can it be so easy to get to the next level? If you think about the first level, you have to pass it! "

Xiaopang looked puzzled: "What test did you pass?"

The rich man couldn't remember clearly: "Food cultivation, it seems like you need to eat more..."

The salesman said: "The food cultivator has to go to the first floor and eat twenty kilograms of food at a time."

"Twenty kilograms..." Xiaopang was a little nervous, "How long does one time last? Does eating one day count as one time?"

The salesman shook his head: "What are you thinking about? It's one hour at a time, and it won't count after an hour."

Upon hearing this, the little fat man was in trouble. How could he eat twenty kilograms of food in one hour?

Seeing that the little fat man didn't say anything for a long time, the salesman waved his hand, and the 60,000 yuan appeared in the salesman's hand again.

"If you regret it now, before it's too late, I'll refund the money to you."

Little Fatty gritted his teeth and slapped the powder on his belly.

The medicinal powder touched the skin and disappeared quickly. Xiaopang's face turned blue, he staggered to the foot of the tree and sat next to Li Banfeng.

"It hurts, it really hurts!"

"How much does it hurt?" Li Banfeng asked curiously.

"It hurts more than burning. I can't bear it anymore. I can't bear it anymore!" The flesh on the little fat face shivered in pain.

The rich man looked at the painful little fat man with a complicated expression on his face.

"Anyway, this is going to hurt, so come on!" The rich man came to the salesman, "I want Huanxiu's medicinal powder."

The salesman looked at the rich man and asked, "You don't look like you are short of money. Why do you want to take the path of Huanxiu?"

The rich man said: "This is the door that suits my needs best."

The salesman smiled and said, "Isn't it good to build a house and practice cultivation while lying at home?"

The rich man shook his head: "I can't stand it any longer. I won't say any more, I'm going to practice!"

The salesman said: "I would like to remind you that if you want to cultivate to a higher level, you have to do it ten times a day, and you must not interrupt it in one day. You must persist for two months, so that you can reach the first level."

Ten times a day?

Li Banfeng was stunned!

What is this going to do?

It's not what I thought, is it?

Two months, ten times a day!

This rich man is so fierce!

"I understand the rules!" The rich man asked his men to bring 50,000 Huan notes and handed them to the salesman. The salesman took the money, wrapped a packet of medicinal powder, and gave it to the rich man.

An attendant said beside him: "Master, please apply it on the peach. This medicine really hurts!"

The rich man snorted and said, "I take off my pants in front of all these people. Who do you think I am?"

The rich man unzipped his collar and patted the powder on his chest.

As soon as the medicinal powder entered the flesh, the rich man's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Several attendants behind him stepped forward to help him, and the rich man waved his hand: "I don't need you, I can stand."

He stumbled to the foot of the tree and sat next to Li Banfeng. Although he was sweating, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Li Banfeng was really puzzled: "Two friends, since this medicine hurts so much, why didn't you wait until you got home before applying it? It would be nice to have someone around to take care of you."

Xiaopang had recovered a lot. When he saw someone who was even more ignorant than him, his sense of superiority suddenly exploded and he couldn't help but laugh:

"How come you don't understand anything? This is a salesman's rule.

You buy some basic medicine from a salesman. You must use the medicine in front of the salesman. You can only leave if there is no abnormality within half an hour. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the salesman will not be responsible. "

The rich man looked at Li Banfeng's clothes and endured the severe pain and asked, "Friend, your clothes don't seem to be from us, right?"

Xiaopang looked strange: "Did you get off the train? I heard people say that the people who got off the train were all people who had been to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!"

The rich man shook his head and said: "It's not the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, it's people from other states. I have never been to other states, but someone in my family has been.

My surname is Ma, and I am the fifth child in my family. My acquaintances call me Ma Wu. What do you call me? "

This young master comes from a well-off family, but he has no airs.

Xiaopang cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Qin. I am the ninth oldest child in my family. All my acquaintances call me Xiaopang Qin."

Fatty Qin?

Does this have anything to do with ranking ninth?

Li Banfeng said: "My surname is Li. I am the seventh eldest child in my family. All my acquaintances call me Li Qi."

"Five seventy-nine?" Ma Wu was stunned for a moment.

Qin Xiaopang smiled: "The odd numbers in a row, this is also a fate!"

Perhaps he really saw this fate, Ma Wu took the initiative to talk: "Brother Li, I wonder which Taoist sect you chose?"

"Taoism?" Li Banfeng didn't quite understand.

Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, and then understood Li Banfeng's confusion: "I remembered that in other states, the path of cultivation is not called Taoism, it should be called a profession, and the cultivator is not called a cultivator, it should be called a dark energy person."

Dark energy person!

Li Banfeng has heard of this concept. Those who are chasing him in the Dark Star Bureau are all dark energy people.

That big-eyed man can ooze oil all over his body, what is his profession?

It should be a food cultivator, right?

He must have eaten a lot of oil beforehand, so his body can ooze oil.

He Jiaqing is probably also a dark energy person.

He can monitor remotely, what profession is he?

It turns out that the so-called entry is to become a dark energy person.

The peddler in front of him sells potions to become a dark energy person.

He seems to sell more than potions, he also sells daily necessities.

An old man came to him to buy candles.

A child came to him to buy rock sugar.

There was also a woman who brought her own porcelain bottle to him to buy cold cream. The woman gave him a silver dollar. The peddler checked it and filled a large spoonful for the woman.

While the peddler was busy with business, Ma Wu asked again: "Brother Li, which profession did you choose?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "I haven't decided yet."

Ma Wu took the kettle from the follower and drank a sip. While the pain was slightly relieved, he advised Li Banfeng:

"Since you haven't thought about it, don't act rashly. The peddler brought five kinds of medicine powder. If you don't like any of them, just wait for the next time. Once you choose a Taoist sect, you won't regret it."

Li Banfeng was even more surprised: "Farming cultivation, joy cultivation, food cultivation, travel cultivation, home cultivation, in addition to these five Taoist sects, are there any other choices?"

"Yes!" Qin Xiaopang looked a little excited, "Literary cultivation, martial arts cultivation, poison cultivation, medicine cultivation, peeping cultivation, mind cultivation, insect cultivation, grass cultivation, tobacco cultivation, wine cultivation, love cultivation, sleep cultivation... There are hundreds of sects in the world, and tens of thousands of cultivations in the world!"

PS: Thanks to Falcon Zhibai, the glory of Falcon County remains.

Three updates today, and there is another chapter at twelve o'clock.