Li Banfeng went through a few tricks with Zhong Er and gave him some martial arts classics to help him practice well.

The second grader was very serious and started to study the classics when he got in the car. However, Li Banfeng understood one thing. The current practice of the second grader was of very limited effect.

In Puluozhou, martial arts is the most common Taoist sect, and Li Banfeng has seen many low-level cultivators. The diligence of the second grader made Li Banfeng ignore one problem, the gap between fighters and real martial arts cultivators.

In actual combat, the fighter's first priority is to choose the appropriate weapon.

Martial arts cultivators don't need to think about this, they just use whatever they pick up.

This determines the natural gap between the two sides in their adaptability. Fighters are basically one level behind martial arts practitioners.

On the way back, Li Banfeng asked Bulb: "What is the name of oil repair in other states?"

"The Lubricator!"

"Did you also rely on the guidance agent in the Bureau to become a dark energy user?"

Bulb shook his head and said: "The guidance agent I use is a family inheritance, left to me by my grandfather."

"Is your grandfather an oil repairman?"

"I don't know what sect he is from. I have never met my grandfather. He left before I was born. My parents never told me about my grandfather's sect."

"Who else in our bureau has a Taoist tradition passed down from their family?"

"This is quite a lot. Chongxiu He Bensheng's Taoist sect is passed down from his family. Sister Mihung's Taoist sect is also passed down from his family. There is also Datou's Taoist sect that is passed down from his family. There are several others. I can't remember them at the moment."

Speaking of the big head, the light bulb paused for a long time.

Datou is still locked up in the Dark Star Bureau and has never been back home or seen his family.

Back at his residence, Li Banfeng entered the residence. Chu Zikai was no longer there. Hong Ying arranged the flesh and blood and waited for the magic weapons to be served.

The record player originally wanted Chu Zikai to stay for a while, but something unexpected happened: "My lord, Chu Zikai suddenly said something, and his body started to explode. It's very similar to An Zongding's situation."

"Which sentence?"

"He said that the so-called civilization is all fabricated."

Hong Ying said: "At that time, I was asking him about the Birch Tree Monastery, and he named more than a dozen of them just for the residence of Love."

Li Banfeng looked at Hong Ying's record book: "There are more than a dozen places, but it's not easy to find."

Hong Ying said: "I was very cruel, I guess he didn't lie.'

The family was having dinner at the table, and Li Banfeng was flipping through Chu Zikai's confession and secondary school information.

The Birch Tree Priory is now an urgent problem for Li Banfeng to deal with, because this organization knows Li Banfeng's identity, Li Banfeng is in the open, and they are secretly hiding it. If the delay continues, Li Banfeng may be plotted by them at any time.

The information and confessions all mentioned one place, the black market.

The Birch Tree Priory is also short of money. In addition to using the ferry gang to make money, they also run some businesses on the black market. Zhong Er marked several stall owners. These people are all related to the Birch Tree Priory on the black market.

Past.

Chu Zikai also mentioned in his confession that Miglof had his own business in the black market.

The family was at the table for dinner, and the record player ordered Hong Ying: "Send some food to the fifth, seventh, and eighth rooms, and let the other rooms have a look. As long as you contribute to us, we will definitely treat you well."

Li Banfeng left his home and called Tang Changfa.

Tang Changfa quickly handed over the business to Yan Hong'er and Yan Cuier, and ran to Li Banfeng's residence. Li Banfeng asked: "Are you getting used to being in the black market?"

"Getting used to it! It's a really nice place, business is easy to do, and the people are easy to get along with."

"Where can you get the supply?" Li Banfeng never helped Tang Changfa solve this problem. When he first started running his business, Tang Changfa could only sell the little inventory he had.

"Master Qi, you don't have to worry about this." Tang Changfa is really good at the black market. "There are many people who want to deliver goods to us and want me to receive them. The goods must be of high quality and the price must be appropriate. There is a lot of supply.

, I can choose whatever you want.”

Li Banfeng showed Tang Changfa the list of stall owners in the second grade: "Are you familiar with these people?"

Tang Changfa pointed at a man named Zeng Hongfu and said: "I know this man well. He is in his fifties. He has been working in the black market for many years. He kept coming to me last night, saying he wanted to buy medicine to regenerate amputated limbs."

Rebirth of a severed limb?

"Are you trying to grow arms?"

Tang Changfa said: "I don't know whether he is missing an arm or a leg. I really didn't sell it to him in the first place.

Because this medicine is too expensive."

"Do you really have such a medicine?"

"Yes! There are two kinds. One is the paste given by the city lord. This is Jiao Xiu's treasure. It can be used to glue on some flesh and blood. It can barely be used on some arms and legs.

There is another kind that is even more powerful, it is a salesman's plaster. No matter which part of the body is missing, as long as it is aligned correctly, it will

Then glue it on to ensure it works."

Li Banfeng had seen both of these things, especially when the salesman gave Qiu Zhiheng his hands, Li Banfeng was really shocked.

Tang Changfa said: "Now there is still a bottle of paste, and there is only this patch of plaster. Such a precious thing,

I couldn't bear to sell it to him. He came and raised the price several times, but I ignored him. I guess he will have to come to me again tonight."

Li Banfeng asked: "Are there no other Puzhou people in the black market? Can they buy plasters or pastes from others?"

"That's difficult," Tang Changfa shook his head and said, "Our city lord got the glue from a glue repair friend. The glue repair friend worked hard and could only make two or three bottles of glue a year.

I left it to someone else to ask for it,

It's impossible for that friend to give it,

Don't even think about the plasters from the salesmen. If you have a broken arm or leg, you can go to the salesman to buy plasters. You can apply as much plaster as you need, and you won't be allowed to take more. No matter how much you give, it won't matter.

The plaster in my hand was snatched from the salesman's car when he came to Fool's City. As you know,

The salesman usually lets us go, but if we move to another place, who would dare to snatch the salesman’s things? This plaster is a priceless treasure.”

Plasters and pastes are priceless treasures. Tang Changfa did the right thing. These things should really be cherished.

But how did Zeng Hongfu know that Tang Changfa had this precious medicine?

"Have you ever taken out these two things to show off?"

Tang Changfa shook his head and said: "I didn't show off. When Zeng Hongfu came to ask yesterday, Yan Cuier was very carefree.

You let it slip."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "You have to remember to hit her in this matter. Tell Yan Cui'er that she will be hit a hundred times. When I have time, I will hit her myself."

"The shopkeeper is right, she deserves a beating. I'll mark it down for her right now!"

According to Li Banfeng's impression, Miglolov's hand fell to the ground and turned into mud. He should indeed buy medicine to regenerate a severed limb, but paste and plaster should be of no use to him, right? His hand is gone

.

Seek medical attention in a hurry?

Or maybe he has other ways?

Li Banfeng said: "Let's go to the black market together later. You can sell the paste to that person, and the price will be higher.

!

Li Qi gave the order, and Tang Changfa naturally obeyed. The two of them arrived at the black market and sat in the box.

Tonight the Palace of Culture is showing a romance movie, and the main items on sale are medicinal materials.

As Li Banfeng watched the movie, Yan Cui'er and Yan Hong'er rubbed Li Banfeng's shoulders and back. Yan Cui'er, in particular, served her very hard, and from time to time she even said something coquettish: "Shopkeeper, are you really willing to beat me? You want to?"

Just hit it twice with your hands.

You can’t copy this guy!”

Halfway through the movie, someone suddenly called the door. Li Banfeng calmly sat down in the corner of the box.

Sure enough, Zeng Hongfu came again, and he doubled the price for the medicine to regenerate broken limbs. Tang Changfa deliberately hesitated for a long time, and finally sold him the paste.

Zeng Hongfu was so happy that he stopped setting up the stall and ran out of the Cultural Palace.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, Zeng Hongfu entered a residential building and entered a two-bedroom house.

There were more than a dozen people sitting around in the living room. Zeng Hongfu communicated with everyone in fluent Ravsha and entered the master bedroom under the supervision of two Ravsha people.

Migueloff was lying in the bedroom. When he saw Zeng Hongfu, he smiled: "My child, have you gained anything?"

No matter how old the other person is, they are all referred to as children here in Miglov.

Zeng Hongfu found it quite useful. He agreed and took out the paste: "This is the best medicine in Puzhou, a special product from the adhesive."

"Son, you need to explain the concept more clearly. Are you a gluer or a glue repairer?"

Zeng Hongfu immediately realized that his wording was inappropriate: "It is a product of glue repair, which can perfectly reshape your lost limbs."

Miglof stared at the paste for a long time, nodded and said: "My child, I will keep your contribution to the monastery in mind, and your duties in the monastery will also be adjusted accordingly.

I need some arms now, and I mean some, not one. You know, if I want to completely restore my left arm, this is not something that one arm can do. It requires complex and meticulous repairs."

Zeng Hongfu nodded repeatedly and said, "Great President, this is my sacred and glorious mission. Just leave it to me."

"The person who sold you this bottle of medicine, bring him to see me. If he refuses to come, you have to ask them about the source of this bottle of medicine. No matter whether they are willing to answer or not, their lives cannot continue to be here.
To be continued...