Chuanshu Shizun is a big villain

Chapter 338 Spiritual Daoist Friend

Chunyu Xiuzhu and his companions arrived at Lingqu City, and after meeting up with Wu Tiedan, they began their investigation.

They asked a lot of people, and all the older people believed that the city lord was a very good person.

On the contrary, those who are slightly younger, especially teenagers, have a more average sense of the city lord.

It should be natural for them to live in such a peaceful and harmonious city.

I live a good life, isn't it as I should?

People can't be born just to suffer.

Liu Feng nodded and said, "Of course he is a good person, a very good person."

Wang Li looked at the young people who were playing happily, "I think not everyone thinks that the current city lord is a good person."

Liu Feng looked at the gentle and round Wang Li, and an indescribable sense of intimacy arose spontaneously.

Recovering his mind, Liu Feng looked at the children playing and laughing, and instantly understood what Wang Li meant. He nodded and said, "Some people have never experienced hardship, so they don't know how hard it is to have peace and harmony today."

After a pause, Liu Feng continued, "The City Lord is wise and brave, and his heart is bigger than the sky. He will definitely not care about the slightest disrespect from these juniors."

Wang Li looked at the young men with big smiles on their faces and said in a gentle voice, "Maybe."

As if he had thought of something, Liu Feng suddenly said, "I see that you are dressed elegantly and have extraordinary demeanor. I guess you are not from Lingqu City."

Wang Li nodded, confirming Liu Feng's guess.

A familiar smile appeared on Liu Feng's old face. "Then I'll tell you a secret."

"Secret?" "What secret?"

Liu Feng looked around and made sure no one was looking at him, then he said, "Our great Lord of Lingqu City is... an immortal!"

"Fairy?"

"Yes, it's an immortal." "Someone has seen the city lord. In the past few decades, his appearance has not aged and is still young."

"Are there still immortals in this world?" Wang Li asked in disbelief.

Liu Feng was very pleased and said with a smile: "Our great city lord is an immortal."

"Can you just say something like this?"

"There's nothing bad to say."

"Our city lord is great and open-minded. There is nothing that cannot be said, and..." After a pause, Liu Feng looked at Wang Li and others, as if waiting for Wang Li and others to respond.

Chunyu Xiuzhu was speechless and had no intention of responding.

Wu Tiedan didn't mind and asked first: "And what?"

"And this is not a secret. Almost everyone in Lingqu City knows about it."

What Liu Feng said was a matter of course.

Wang Li and Chunyu Xiuzhu looked at each other, took out a few copper coins from their arms, handed them to Liu Feng, and said, "I want a bamboo basket."

Li Feng showed a brilliant smile on his face and handed Wang Li a bamboo basket.

He has been engaged in bamboo basket weaving for many years.

When I first learned this craft, it was very popular.

Li Feng is a very honest person with good skills. He makes a lot of money by making bamboo baskets and bamboo weaving.

People, it's impossible for everything to go smoothly.

Some people can't stand seeing others get rich.

Li Feng's money was robbed several times.

Later, Li Feng restrained himself, became more careful, learned his lesson, and became stable.

The stable Li Feng started to make money again by relying on his bamboo weaving skills, and he got married and had children, and his life was relatively happy.

The entire Lingqu City is this big. The bamboo weaving craftsmanship, which has been famous for decades, attracts many people to buy. It is difficult to make a lot of money, but you can only say that you can make a living.

After decades of business, and with the bamboo weaving being of very good quality and having lasted for more than ten or twenty years, Li Feng's business was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes, good quality will only starve the people who produce it.

Colleagues looked at Li Feng as if he were a fool.

Are you stupid?

Li Feng, you don't think that our bamboo basket making and bamboo weaving skills are much worse than yours. Have you ever thought about why our bamboo weavings break after three or four years, while your bamboo weavings last for more than ten or twenty years?
Are we really the only ones who are bad?

No.

We just know that if we want to survive and thrive in the long run, we need to create things that break down regularly.

otherwise.

Where does the benefit come from?

What are you rolling here?
What is sincerity?
Would it be better to destroy our industry?

When he was young, Li Feng would fight back against the insults from his peers, but as he grew older, he no longer had the heart to fight back.

People always have a heart.

It is hard to say whether this heart is good or bad.

Li Feng knows that life is not easy.

I also know that it is rare for them to have such a life.

If you lose money, you can earn it again, but if you lose your conscience, it is really gone.

Ok.

seemingly.

Without a conscience, you can make more money.

Li Feng carried the bamboo weaving he had woven and walked towards the busy street while shouting.

The streets were crowded with people.

The sounds of selling came and went.

There are smiles on their faces, which reflects their beautiful pursuit of life.

They know that through their hard work, they can exchange for a better life.

Wu Tiedan looked at the bustling streets and said, "It seems that this city lord is not a bad person."

"Yes." Chunyu Xiuzhu nodded and said, "Compared with the people here, the people a hundred miles away are like one living in dire straits and the other living in heaven."

A flash of red light flashed in Qingyin's eyes, and he said in a voice transmission: "What should we do now?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Chunyu Xiuzhu.

Chunyu Xiuzhu's mouth twitched slightly, and he said unhappily: "No, what are you all looking at me for?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you to make a decision." Wang Li said as a matter of course.

Wu Tiedan said: "You know, I don't like to think."

Qingyin said: "I am just a rabbit. You can't let a rabbit make decisions."

Chunyu Xiuzhu: "..."

After a brief thought, Chunyu Xiuzhu said, "Let's go meet the city lord."

Four streams of light rose from the ground and rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

at the same time.

In the simple and unpretentious building, there is the metaphysics of Feng Shui.

Two middle-aged men with wisps of black air around their bodies stood in the hall, confronting a man opposite them.

These two people, one fat and one thin.

The thin middle-aged man had a pair of hooked noses and his eyes were full of obscure light. His voice was cold and gloomy, with a hint of chill spreading from his voice, "Fellow Daoist Ling, your cultivation is too slow."

The obese middle-aged man also nodded and said, "Yes, fellow Taoist Ling, your attainments in the way of incense and fire are far higher than mine, but now your attainments in the way of incense and fire are lagging behind mine."

"I think this must be because Brother Lingdao's way of practicing the incense and fire way is wrong."

As he spoke, a powerful pressure emanated from the obese middle-aged man.

The thin middle-aged man also exudes a powerful aura.

Under the sweep of the pressure, the entire City Lord's Mansion was shaking.

If this continues, it won’t be long before the entire City Lord’s Mansion collapses.

The strongest point and target of the two men's pressure was not the City Lord's Mansion, but the figure standing in front of them.