Chapter 245: Same Language, Same Rules, a Word Comes True

A stone the size of a fingertip hit the back of the head. Ren Wenlie's position was slightly off, but his condition was fair. There was a hematoma on the back of his head.

Qu Jingzhang received so many blows that his skull was cracked.

The two of them knew that they were being plotted. Qu Jingzhang quickly turned around and Ren Wenlie ran away.

The reason why the two responded differently has nothing to do with their cultivation. It is mainly caused by experience.

Qu Jingzhang met the traveling cultivator and knew that he could not continue to turn his back on Li Banfeng, otherwise he would be dead.

Ren Wenlie had also seen traveling cultivators and knew that he should not turn his back on Li Banfeng, but his experience focused on Qu Jingzhang. He was familiar with Qu Jingzhang's temperament and knew that Qu Jingzhang would definitely turn around and fight for his life.

Seeing Ren Wenlie running away, Qu Jingzhang panicked, turned around and wanted to run away, but did not dare to turn his back to Li Banfeng.

But in a duel with a traveling cultivator, the chance of winning is slim.

It's too late to run away now, Ren Wenlie has already run far away, and the bearded man will definitely find the person closest to him to attack.

Qu Jingzhang was in a dilemma, and reluctantly agreed with the two moves, and then made a stupid decision.

He wanted to reason with Li Banfeng.

If he had simply tried to compete with his skills, he might have been able to hold on for a while longer. At this stage, if he still wanted to compete with his skills, how could Li Banfeng give him a chance?

"Young man, listen to me..."

puff!

Qu Jingzhang's head fell to the ground, and Tang Dao sneered: "Take the enemy's head with your sword."

After saying that, Tang Dao flew back to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng caught up with Ren Wenlie in two steps and was about to strike when he suddenly heard Ren Wenlie shout: "Don't chase the poor bandit!"

What's the meaning?

You want to talk to me about morality again?

Do you think Dexiu’s two slogans are omnipotent?

I was able to withstand your techniques just now, but now I have to say something in a hurry, what can't I do?

Li Banfeng swung the knife and slashed again. The knife flew out, but failed to hit anyone.

Li Banfeng was shocked. He didn't know whether there was something wrong with the knife or his hand.

When I cut again, I found that there was no problem with the knife and my hand, but the problem was with my feet.

Li Banfeng's steps have slowed down. Ever since he heard Ren Wenlie's words, "Don't chase after poor bandits." Li Banfeng's steps have slowed down unconsciously.

This is not bound by a moral bottom line, nor is it controlled by thoughts.

This was some kind of fact, a fact that suddenly formed. Li Banfeng's speed was limited and he couldn't catch up with Ren Wenlie.

Ren Wenlie took the magic weapon to escape, and the robe on his body was rolled up in a whirlwind, and he quickly disappeared into the forest.

Li Banfeng returned to the cave and thought about the battle just now.

It is certain that these two people were sent by the saint, but their identities need to be analyzed carefully.

If they are disciples of a saint, it proves that this saint is really powerful. If you fight with him next, you must always be on guard.

If they were assassins hired by a saint, things would be easier to deal with. However, according to Li Banfeng's experience, moral cultivators generally do not become assassins, and the chance of two moral cultivators becoming assassins together is even less high. This Taoist sect is obviously not suitable for eating this kind of thing. Bowl of rice.

And the man who escaped just now, what technique did he use?

He said "Don't chase the enemy" and his steps automatically slowed down. This was probably not a method of moral cultivation. Li Banfeng did not feel guilty at that time.

He originally wanted to go back to his residence and ask his wife, but Xiao Yeci happened to see the fight just now, and Xiao Yeci recognized this technique.

"My dear benefactor, that person just now used Wenxiu skills - the same Wenxiu skills."

"How many levels of techniques is this?"

"The third-level technique is an extremely difficult technique for literary cultivators to practice. When a cultivator says a sentence, the opponent must understand it and understand the truth. Then this sentence becomes a law, and it becomes a law. Once restrained, it becomes a rule that both parties must abide by.”

"Third-level literary skills?" Li Banfeng was stunned for a while. The old man just now was obviously a moral cultivator, but he could actually use third-level skills in literary skills.

Xiao Yeci had actually heard of this type of cultivator: "My dear benefactor, the so-called literature and morality do not separate families. It is true that there are cultivators who study both literature and morality."

For practitioners of similar Taoist sects, it can be seen from the strength of Jian De Siqi's techniques that the person's moral cultivation should be around the fifth level and his literary cultivation should be above the third level. Such a person is really difficult to deal with.

Li Banfeng asked Xiao Yeci again, besides the third-level skills, what other techniques do you know about Wenxiu?

"There is also a second-level skill, a word that comes true. This can turn false things into true things with real things."

Li Banfeng shook his head repeatedly: "I don't understand."

Xiao Yeci explained carefully: "This is really hard to understand. I have only heard a few examples from my seniors. One of them was about a fight between a literary cultivator and a moral cultivator. The moral cultivator was older and asked the literary cultivator to Xiu asked him to do three moves.

Wenxiu admitted that Dexiu was old, and said an ancient poem, saying that white hair is three thousand feet long. As a result, Dexiu grew a head of long hair. Although it was not three thousand feet long, it was still more than ten meters long.

When the two of them were fighting, Dexiu, who was not small, tripped over his own hair, and was beaten to death by Wenxiu.

The hair has grown three thousand feet. This is a lie, but this ancient poem did happen. Use the truth and make the lie true, and it is called a sentence becoming true. "

This time Li Banfeng understood.

He has seen this technique before.

When Tie Yang Sanjie attacked Zhengjing Village, Du Shuping, a sixth-level literary cultivator, used this technique.

He said that there would be no place to go after wearing iron shoes, and he directly said that Zuo Wugang's shoes were broken.

Xiao Yeci continued: "Although the skill of making a word come true is only a second-level skill, it is as difficult to learn as the third-level skill, or even more difficult.

Moreover, the use of second- and third-level skills requires cultivation. The difference in cultivation is too big. No matter how many tricks you say, the skills are useless. "

Cultivation skills are not easy to learn, but once you learn them, they are really amazing!

How many masters like this does the saint have under his command?

If all of them are used to make pills...

Thinking of making pills, Li Banfeng took out a Jinyuan Pill and ate it with a Lanye Pill.

A Jinyuan Pill is equivalent to a hundred days of cultivation. Li Banfeng calculated the pills he had taken during these days, plus the time he had accumulated from running around, and his travel cultivation might reach the fifth level.

But Li Banfeng still doesn't know what the fifth-level skills are.

Who knows the fifth-level skills of travel cultivation?

It seems that The person is not too far away.

When the travel cultivation is upgraded to the fifth level, together with the home cultivation, it will be the tenth level. Can the tenth level of cultivation defeat the saint?

The saint's disciple cultivates both literature and virtue. He himself is probably also a double cultivator. If he adds up his cultivation, it is likely that he is above me.

Since he has such strong strength, why doesn't he attack me?

Don't want to bully the weak?

This is nonsense. Bullying the weak is the most important survival rule for big people.

Restricted by some rules, can't attack ordinary people?

Just like the characters like Chong Kui, who attacked the people of Haichiling at the beginning, he was directly picked up by the peddler.

There is a possibility in this regard, but the nature of these two things is different.

Chong Kui killed tens of thousands of people in Haichiling at that time, so the peddler naturally would not forgive him.

But if this saint only accepted Li Banfeng, the peddler would probably not care, and he couldn't handle such a thing.

In addition, what other reasons could there be?

Li Banfeng didn't think clearly for the time being, and took Qu Jingzhang's body back to make elixirs.

…

Ren Wenlie returned to Shengxian Peak to report and described the battle that took place in Engong Village from beginning to end.

What he said was basically the truth, but he exaggerated some of the situations. After all, Qu Jingzhang lost his life, and only he ran back. If there were no unexpected factors here, it would only prove that they were not dedicated.

The saint still lived in the inner room, and the panting in the room continued in waves.

After calming down a little, the saint asked: "You said you didn't know he was a travel cultivator, so you suffered from him? Now that you know he is a travel cultivator, it shouldn't be difficult to take care of him, right? "

"There are still some difficulties..." Ren Wenlie sweated, he didn't want to face this senior brother of the peddler again.

The saint sneered: "After saying so much, it's still because your methods are not as good as his. I know that this man's origin is not that simple."

Ren Wenlie wiped the sweat off his face and said: "Then let the other senior brothers..."

What he meant was that he was useless and suggested that the master change someone else.

The saint also agreed with his idea: "Let your senior brother go, Shixiang is old, you have to accompany him."

"Senior brother..."

"Haha," the saint laughed, "What, do you dislike your senior brother? He raised you kids little by little, this kindness, have you all forgotten? "

Ren Wenlie felt guilty and didn't dare to say anything more. He ran to the top of Shengxian Peak to invite the eldest brother.

The eldest brother lived alone and had no servants. Ren Wenlie knocked on the door for a long time, but heard no response, so he just pushed the door open and went in.

There was no one in the front yard, so Ren Wenlie went into the main yard.

There was no one in the main yard, and there was no one in the back yard either. Ren Wenlie finally found the eldest brother Cong Shixiang in the east wing.

Cong Shixiang, who was bloated, was catching insects in the sun.

He took a knife and cut a hole on his arm.

Pull aside a layer of Cong Shixiang felt around for a while in the fat deep inside the skin and pulled out a maggot the size of a little finger.

The maggot had a long rat tail and a layer of dark yellow grease on its body.

Cong Shixiang threw the maggot into the fire in front of him. The maggot struggled for a while and white smoke rose from the grease on its body.

Cong Shixiang suddenly felt itchy again and reached behind his ear with a short knife.

Ren Wenlie stepped forward and said, "Brother, I'll help you catch the maggot. Give me the knife first, and don't cut off your ear. "

"Hmm, hmm..." Cong Shixiang squeezed out two responses from his throat, and then handed the knife in his hand to Ren Wenlie.

The iron smell of the knife, the smell of fat, and the unique smell of maggots mixed together to create a unique smell.

Ren Wenlie endured the smell, cut open Cong Shixiang's flesh one by one, and dug out the maggots one by one.

You can't dig too many, otherwise Cong Shixiang will have too many wounds on his body, which will affect his combat effectiveness.

When the maggots in the fire were roasted to about 50% done, Cong Shixiang took out one and handed it to Ren Wenlie.

Ren Wenlie waved his hand and said, "Brother, you eat it. "

Cong Shixiang stuffed the fat worm into his mouth. He had no teeth in his mouth, so he held it in his mouth, sipped it for a long time, and when he had had enough of the taste, he stretched his neck and swallowed it.

There was a hole under his throat, and Ren Wenlie clearly saw the worm sliding down.

Cong Shixiang was very satisfied with the meal, and he liked the taste.

After eating all the worms, Cong Shixiang stood up from the fire, staring at Ren Wenlie with a pair of dry eyes.

Ren Wenlie took two steps back and tried to keep a distance from Cong Shixiang: "Brother, let's go down the mountain, Master has an errand for us to do."

"Hehe, hehe..." Cong Shixiang laughed twice and followed Ren Wenlie out of the mansion.

PS: How did this old man become like this?