Li Banfeng and Xiao Lian were sitting and drinking tea.

He said with a straight face: "Tell me first, what did the salesman do in the wasteland last year?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "Tell me first, why is my brother's leg so good?"

He looked unconvinced and said, "I'm just asking about superficial things. You just ask about the more important things. If you do this, I'll be at a disadvantage."

Li Banfeng refused to bargain: "This is not superficial. The salesman and I had many experiences in the wasteland, all related to the hidden secrets from back then!"

When he mentioned the hidden secrets of that year, he expressed a slight expression of interest and said, "What secrets have been told, good brother, can you reveal a little bit? You tell me a little first, and I will tell you later. I will definitely not default on the debt."

Li Banfeng nodded: "We went to the wasteland this time for the exit of Neizhou."

Qing Qing, who had a small face and widened her eyes: "The exit of Sui Wasteland has opened again?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "Okay, I met Chuang Duanfa, Whishan Kaishan and Xingbaizuma there. The salesman met more, and they are planning to attack Suihuangyuan together."

The facial features of his small face twitched, and Li Banfeng's words made him sad.

"Actually, we were all friends before. I always called Shan Chengjun a bastard. I was also friends with him.

He and Shu Wanjuan, these two bastards, deceived me, otherwise I wouldn’t have suffered so much, and I wouldn’t have been trapped even though I had a pretty face.”

When he said this, he looked very sad and his temperament was hard to fathom.

Sometimes Li Banfeng felt that he was scheming and could see through the schemes of people like Qiao Yi.

But sometimes he has a childlike temperament, and whenever he encounters something sad, he can never hide it on his face.

Li Banfeng took advantage of the situation and asked, "Did these two people trick you into going to Neizhou?"

He nodded with a stern face: "We and the salesman fought away the saint, and we lived a good life in Puozhou. The salesman ran around, and I opened a factory with Lao Chuan."

Li Banfeng followed the conversation and said, "You must have made a lot of money when you opened the factory, right?"

He put a piece of charcoal into the tea stove with a little face and said with a little sadness: "I made a lot of money, but I also suffered a lot of grievances."

"What grievance have you suffered?"

"Old Train can make steam engines. In the entire Prozhou, his steam engines are the best. Some people say,

His steam engine is better than Nevada's,

He makes all the steam engines in the factory, so I can be a lubricant, but he still looks down on me. He never lets me interfere in important processes, and always asks me to talk less and do more.

I was very angry. Later, several people from other states came to Prozhou. They had the technology of internal combustion engines.

I found this thing very useful, so I learned from them.

But there is no way to store oil here in Prozhou. Lao Chuan told me not to waste my efforts and asked me to find a way to make better lubricants!

I am a grand master of the art, should I be a lubricant for the rest of my life? I made up my mind, I must research the internal combustion engine."

Li Banfeng asked: "Have you researched it?"

He had a small face and was a little disappointed: "It's a little off, the oil is really hard to store. In order to get more oil, I changed one thing."

"What was changed?"

His face was small, his eyebrows twitched, and there was a little bit of excitement, a little bit of pride, and a little bit of fear on his face:

"I changed myself."

Li Banfeng asked: "How did you change it?"

"I turned myself into an oil field. The oil I produce can be stored for a long time.

Li Banfeng thought for a long time, but couldn't understand what kind of process this was: "When you talk about the oil field, is it a big face but not a big one?"

Faceless nodded and explained: "I divided myself into two halves, and one half became Big Face and Little Face. He only needs to do two things. One thing is to get bigger and keep getting bigger. The other thing is

Oil comes out, oil keeps coming out."

Li Banfeng stared, opened his mouth, and asked vaguely: "What about other things?"

"I'll do other things by myself. I still have half of it left, so I become a little face without a big face. That's me!"

After staying in Puozhou for a long time, Li Banfeng felt that there were many things he could accept, but the self-transformation process of being shameless was not so easy to accept.

"What happened next? Did you develop the internal combustion engine?"

Hearing this, his face became even more depressed: "It was a little bit worse, and then I was harmed by Shan Chengjun.

I was caught by Neizhou, and you know what happened next. I was trapped and suffered a lot."

Li Banfeng taught me the logic behind it.

You hadn't even made an internal combustion engine at that time, and Neizhou caught you just because you had the means to make fuel?"

He was silent for a long time with a small face, and said in a low voice: "It's not all because of this."

"What's that for?"

The man with a small face suddenly looked at Li Banfeng, his eyes full of caution: "You just told me that the exit of Suihuang was open, and you didn't say anything else. Why did you let me say so much?"

Li Banfeng felt a sense of danger, then he smiled and said, "Brother, what do you want to ask? As long as you know something, I will tell you."

He looked straight at Li Banfeng with a small face: "Didn't you say you have secrets about the salesman? I want to hear the secrets!

"The secret is——"

Said the salesman was injured?

This is not easy to say.

Li Banfeng told Lian Bu Da that the salesman was blamed for his hair and wrist being broken.

He nodded with a stern face: "What you did was quite clever, but——"

When the conversation changed, the expression on his face turned gloomy again: "Can this be considered a secret? I will know about this kind of thing sooner or later!"

He has a small face and is very smart, so it is not easy to deceive him.

What other secrets can be revealed to him? Li Banfeng was weighing it when he suddenly heard the second grader shouting in the yard: "Master, what is the texture of this oil?"

There was a bowl of oil placed in front of Zhong Er, which he made using his oil repair technique.

Xiao Lian checked it out and said with a smile: "Good boy, you did a good job. You are more talented than Xiao Ning!"

Upon hearing this, Bulb's son was unhappy: "Master, he has just started, do you think he has talent?"

He shook his head with a stern face and said, "Don't just look at the level in front of you, Minghui, you should follow Master and learn hard.

When the salesman comes, I will get you some Huanxiu medicine powder, and learn both subjects together. In less than a year and a half, you will be able to surpass your senior brother."

Bulb's face turned red and his veins jumped.

He sneered with a faceless face: "Aren't you convinced? If you don't have the talent, you just can't do it. Work hard on your own! Don't even think about practicing for fun. If you can't learn one craft, why are you still thinking about two?"

Li Banfeng quickly smoothed things over: "Brother, you teach oil repair, why do you always think about Huanxiu?"

Hearing this with a sullen face, he became frustrated again: "I have never enjoyed such a blessing, and I just want my disciples to enjoy it."

Li Banfengyi: "What do you mean by blessing?"

He said in a low voice, "This is the blessing of cultivating."

"Don't you have a wife?" Li Banfeng heard Shaan Shao say that he had a wife, and his wife said he had a bad face.

He lowered his head with a faceless face: "It's better not to marry that wife. Forget it, let's not talk about her. Let's talk about confidential matters."

Li Banfeng followed him back to the main hall with a sullen face, and told everything he could about what happened in Suihuangyuan.

The small-faced man was not being serious this time. He was thinking about some details: "It's not enough for you to just tell Chu Shaoqiang and Gu Wuyan these things.

Chu Shaoqiang is from Neizhou, and the local gods around him may not believe everything he says, but Gu Wuyan is determined to follow you, and the people around him may not believe his words."

Li Banfeng said: "I also contacted the newspaper office, and when the matter was published in the newspaper, everyone believed it.'

He kept shaking his head with a small face: "There is little use in reading newspapers. How many local gods can read newspapers?"

"It doesn't matter if they don't see it. If the matter spreads and reaches their ears, doesn't it mean it's done?"

Even though he didn't have a big face, he still felt something was wrong: "You can't explain this in newspapers. In Puzhou, not many people know about Neizhou. No matter how carefully you explain it, they still can't understand it."

"Brother, do you have a better idea?"

He walked back and forth in the room with a small face and said to Li Banfeng: "This matter must be passed on orally, in words they can understand.

Do you know the gang members? The gang gates in Puozhou have always been the source of important information. Ask them to spread the news, and the local gods will receive it soon."

Li Banfeng thought for a while and came up with an idea.

As for why the second grader was able to leave, he didn't want to talk about it because he thought he would suffer a big loss if he did.

Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions and stood up to leave. He suddenly stopped him with a faceless face: "You're not crazy!"

Li Banfeng turned around, but his face didn't know how to call him that.

"Are you really not crazy?" He confirmed with a small face.

Li Banfeng puffed up his chest and said, "The doctor has seen it, I'm not crazy!"

He asked again with a stern face: "You are a traveling cultivator, but do you really like traveling cultivators?"
To be continued...