Chapter 250 Halfway to Win

The saint held the tea cup and shook it gently in his hand.

Li Banfeng's power came in waves, making the saint feel both surprised and familiar.

"Have you been on the battlefield?" asked the saint.

"So." Li Banfeng answered vaguely, and there was no need for him to answer too clearly.

And this is also true. Whether you have been on the battlefield or not depends on the specific definition of the battlefield.

Logically speaking, the battle between Qiu Luoye and Shui Yongquan was a serious battlefield.

The sage asked again: "How old are you this year?"

Li Banfeng thought for a while: "I can't remember, maybe it's the same as you."

This is a half-truth. Li Banfeng cannot be as old as this saint, but he does not remember his own age. He is an orphan.

The saint's domineering power was still confronting Li Banfeng's power. A disciple couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know what kind of person he was, who could be on an equal footing with his master.

He raised his eyes and looked into the room, and this small movement was noticed by the saint.

The saint waved his sleeves, and the face of the disciple who raised his eyes outside the door was distorted. The blood vessels on his head suddenly swelled, bursting in a blink of an eye, and as blood sprayed out, the disciple lost his breath.

The saint looked at Li Banfeng and asked, "Do you understand this time?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

"I asked him to kneel here, and he has to kneel properly. This is my rule.

If he doesn't kneel well and doesn't obey my rules, he should die. Do you understand this time? "

Li Banfeng glanced outside the door, pointed at a disciple and said: "He's not good at kneeling either. Look at his posture. It's sloppy and obviously not sincere. Kill another one and I'll see. I'll watch him a few more times." Maybe you’ll understand.”

The tea was shaken again. The saint was very annoyed, but he had to restrain himself.

Li Banfeng took a sip of tea. He was very nervous, but he couldn't let it show on his face.

The saint put the tea cup on the table, looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Do you know my identity?"

Li Banfeng asked, "What do you think?"

"Do you know that salesmen don't dare to come to my land easily?" The saint did not lie. Salesmen rarely come here.

Li Banfeng took the situation seriously and said, "That's why I'm here. As a senior brother, I have to find some dignity for my junior brother."

Even if it's nonsense, it still has to be serious. Although Hong Ying's power is there, if he can't frighten the opponent, Li Banfeng's situation will be in danger.

The saint suddenly smiled, and his ferocious expression softened: "Do you think you can get back this scene?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "I can't get it back. I lost half of it, but I didn't lose to you!"

Lost half.

The saint was silent for a moment and then laughed loudly. He fully recognized this statement:

"What you said makes sense. You did not lose to me.

I can agree to the conditions you put forward. Tomorrow night, at this time, you take people with you. In this village, you can take as many people as you want to follow you.

Before ten o'clock, you must set off and walk southward until you see the way out.

After you leave, this matter will be over. If you can think of a way to get the situation back in the future, I will still be waiting for you here! "

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "It's a deal."

"It's fate that we met each other. I have something for you." The saint waved his hand, and the disciple in white held a book box and walked on his knees to deliver it to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng put the book box away, looked at the young man in white and said, "You can walk on your knees. You are quite familiar with it. It seems that you have practiced it regularly.

But you just walked carelessly, and the steps on your knees were obviously uneven. I think this is caused by insufficient respect. Please walk back and forth a few more times to show your sincerity. "

As he spoke, the young man in white broke out in cold sweat. He was really afraid that his master would kill him if he believed Li Banfeng's words.

The saint did not embarrass the disciple in white, and waved his hand to let him exit the wooden house.

Li Banfeng took the book box and did not open it rashly. He pointed out the weight and estimated that there were four or five books inside.

The saint said to Li Banfeng: "This is historical data, real historical data. Don't you want to open it and take a look?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not so anxious about reading. If I don't know some words, I'll let you laugh at me again."

These historical books must not be opened in front of saints.

Li Banfeng claims to be of the same age as the saint, but if he is not familiar with historical materials and cannot even judge the authenticity of these historical books, it means that Li Banfeng must show his cowardice, and the price of showing his cowardice is obvious.

The saint smiled and said: "Even if you don't like reading, you should know the price of Puozhou historical materials. Just these few volumes are enough to buy you tens of thousands of wealth. This gift is not a small one."

Li Banfeng thanked him and put the book box aside.

The saint stood up and said: "I have given you enough sincerity. I hope you keep your promise. At ten o'clock tomorrow night, I will come to see your situation. If you lie to me, I will keep you here forever. Let's see who will regret it then."

After saying that, the saint left.

Li Banfeng asked the saint's back: "Aren't you going to leave a deed?"

The saint smiled and said: "A gentleman's agreement does not require that thing."

The domineering power struck again, and Li Banfeng forcibly restrained himself from trembling.

Is Li Banfeng really afraid of him?

Afraid!

But is there really no way to deal with him?

Not really.

He can continue to rob the road, continue to fight, turn the entire Bitch Gang upside down, and gain more benefits.

Even if the saint wanted to take ruthless action, Li Banfeng could escape back to Suishenju for a while.

But Li Banfeng decided to leave.

Just as he said, he did not lose to the saint, but he had already lost half of the battle. There were some things he could not change.

He also understood one thing, why the peddler would not come to the bitch post easily.

After sending the saint away, Li Banfeng called Xiao Yeci: "Have you decided, do you want to go with me or stay here?"

Xiao Yeci puffed out his chest and said: "I want to follow my benefactor, I will not stay here."

Li Banfeng confirmed again: "You will leave as soon as you say so, without any hesitation?"

Xiao Yeci answered sincerely: "If my benefactor says to leave, I will leave without any hesitation."

Lu Chunying said beside: "Let my mother change her pants first, this does not count as hesitation, right?"

Li Banfeng answered seriously: "Changing pants does not count, after you change your pants, go to the mountain village to ask for me how many people want to stay and how many people want to leave, you must tell me before 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

Xiao Yeci naturally did not dare to neglect what Li Banfeng ordered.

She asked every household.

She knew that this group of people did not want to rob again, nor did they want to take risks again.

But she thought that if they could leave this place, these people would definitely agree without hesitation.

But she was wrong.

She asked around, but no one immediately agreed to let her go with the benefactor, and their answers were also vague.

"Sister Xiao, I injured my foot when I was pushing the cart, and I have to rest for two days."

"Madam Xiao, we can't leave these two days. As the saying goes, the food and grass must be sent before the troops move. If we want to leave, we have to wait until the next crop of food is harvested."

They didn't want to leave, and tried every means to delay it.

But after careful inquiry, there are three main reasons.

First, those who were abducted here have nowhere to go even if they leave this place.

Second, those who were sent by their families, even if they return home, they are afraid that they will be sent back.

Third, those who don't believe in Li Banfeng, they think that Li Banfeng can't be the opponent of the saint, and it is impossible for him to take them out alive.

In Xiao Yeci's view, these three reasons all make some sense.

But in Li Banfeng's view, these three reasons are actually not the point.

The point is that they can live their lives now.

As long as they can live, they are willing to live forever.

This is what Li Banfeng expected.

This place is different, different from Yaowanggou, Lushuicheng, and Tiemenbao. People who stay here for a long time are completely different from other places.

At eight o'clock the next night, Li Banfeng set off immediately without any hesitation or delay.

When he arrived at the gate of the mountain village, Niu Guangda tied the cattle aside, carried the package, and walked behind Li Banfeng: "Engong, I go to herd cattle, I don't want to attract attention, I will follow you, wherever you go, I will go, I don't want to stay here and suffer."

Li Banfeng smiled, this kid can still be saved.

After walking all the way, more than 20 people followed.

They are all very young, they believe that Li Banfeng can take them out.

The rest of those who did not leave continued to stay in the mountain village and live a stable life.

Unfortunately, this life was not stable. Not long after Li Banfeng left, the saint's disciples came.

He made a request that 70% of the harvest of the Engong Village should be handed over to the Saint Peak, whether it is grain, livestock or silk, all 70%.

70%?

Is it too high?

The residents of the mountain village didn't intend to agree, but this disciple had cultivation. After killing several people in succession, this disciple patiently explained to everyone:

"Your benefactor has left. Now there is no one to protect you. The saint's patience is almost gone. If you don't repent, you will really die."

The benefactor has left. Except for him, no one dares to challenge the saint.

Why did the benefactor leave like this? Why can't he stay with us?

Hand over 70%...

That's fine.

The remaining 30% is barely enough to survive. In the past, sometimes even 30% of the harvest could not be kept in the village. Now life is much better.

Outside the mountain village, the saint watched everything that happened in the mountain village.

He saw with his own eyes that these residents in the mountain village tried to resist, dared to be angry but not to speak, and finally did not even dare to be angry.

There will soon be another village here. Such scenes have appeared before.

They will forget the origin of this village, they will hand over more gains, and the saint's disciples will soon come to give lectures. It won't be long before the saint becomes the most important person in their lives.

As for the benefactor, people here will no longer mention him easily.

A young man just mentioned it, his tone full of contempt: "He left as soon as he said he would, without even looking back, he didn't even want to take us with him."

The saint looked to the south and asked the white-clothed disciple: "Do you think he will come again?"

The white-clothed disciple replied respectfully: "He has lost to the master, he will never dare to come again."

The saint shook his head and said: "I think he will come back, and he didn't lose, he won half, he can get out of my territory so quickly, except for the peddler, only he, just for this point, he has to be considered the winner,

As for the remaining half, he did lose, but not to me, but to these bitches, hopeless bitches."

The saint continued to watch every move in the benefactor's village, he felt that the place of bitches was so lovely.

He turned his head and looked towards the south again, and said to the white-clothed disciple: "Give your second brother a message, this person's identity must be checked clearly."

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