This white-faced man is so weak and weak that he is like a sick man, not even as good as ordinary people, let alone Shi Bufan.

Really do it, Shi Bufan can crush him to death with one finger.

"Bastard, dare to hurt Lao Tzu!"

The white-faced man refused to accept it, patted his ass and got up, and was annoyed and angry with another kick, a punch, and another kick!

Shi Bufan was motionless, like a stake.

After a while, the white-faced man's hands hurt, his feet hurt, and his whole body hurts, and he obviously beats others for a long time, but it is worse than being beaten.

"Go on, I won't fight back. Shi Bufan stood with his hands in his hands, sneering.

"Your grandmother's," the white-faced man became more and more annoyed, and shouted: "Bring me a knife!

Good fellow, you're going to die!

The fat officer hurriedly grabbed the white-faced man and persuaded: "Young master, forget it, why bother to meet with an ignorant hillbilly." ”

"If you make a fuss, let's not explain it to the city lord. ”

Feng Bo didn't dare to tear his face with the people of the Bloody Clothes Family, and hurriedly dragged Shi Bufan out, "Immortal, go quickly!

Shi Bufan is very disgusted with white-faced men, according to his character, he has to teach this guy a lesson.

But I forcibly held back.

The reason is very simple, he came with Feng Bo, and offending people will affect the Dafeng tribe.

Shi Bufan can leave at any time, but the Dafeng tribe cannot, and sooner or later he will be settled.

He has been in the world for so long, how can he not understand this truth.

Leave the granary.

Fonber drove the ox cart back the way he came.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the lanterns on the street were lit one after another, and the flames were beating, some red, some green, and some yellow, colorful, decorating the bloody city more gorgeously, like a well-dressed beauty.

Shi Bufan had no intention of appreciating it, and his happy mood was all ruined by the white-faced man, "Who is that guy?"

Feng Bo sighed, "The immortal doesn't know, he is the eldest young master of the Bloody Family, named Blood Wind, and he is also a well-known loser, lewd and lustful, unlearned and unskilled, and everyone dislikes him, if it weren't for the family's support for him, even the flower on the street would not be as good as ......."

Feng Bo has long had a grudge against the blood wind, scolding and sarcasm.

"The Bloody Family has been brave and good at fighting since their ancestors, but this Bloody Young Master is an exception, he can't do anything except play with women, his father hates that iron is not steel, and he is sent to the granary to take care of errands, and he is not allowed to go out and show his face and embarrass the family. ”

"In the past, our Dafeng tribe only had ten bags of tax grain, but after he came, he added it to twenty bags for us, which is very hateful!"

......

Feng Bo chattered, and the more he talked, the more angry he became.

"Alas, there's no way, people say twenty bags, let's pay twenty bags, say one hundred bags, we have to pay one hundred bags," Feng Bo smiled bitterly, "dare not be convinced?

Shi Bufan could understand Feng Bo's helplessness and said, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do, go back and get fifteen more bags of grain and bring them them." Font Bo gritted his teeth.

With the current situation of the Dafeng tribe, I am afraid that all the grain stocks of every household will have to be collected, which is enough for fifteen bags of tax grain.

The question is, how can they live after paying taxes and grain?

Waiting to die?

Shi Bufan also felt a headache.

He wanted to help, but he couldn't conjure up fifteen sacks of grain out of thin air.

Unless you learn advanced transformation techniques, such as turning stones into gold.

"Look, immortal, there is a temple in front of us, and we will be here for one night. Fonbo searched all the way for a place to stay, and when he saw a temple, he was overjoyed.

There is no shortage of inns in Bloody Clothes City, but they all have to spend money, and Feng Bo is reluctant.

"Okay!" Shi Bufan didn't care, nodded in agreement.

He walked to the temple and found that this was a land temple with blue bricks and red tiles, with a simple layout but complete with all kinds of organs, and the smell of incense was strong.

The temple is dedicated to the statue of the local land god.

The statue of the deity faces the temple gate and is carved out of fine stone with a layer of gold lacquer.

The incense here is good, and the table is full of offerings, as well as unburned incense.

The ground in front of the statue was polished to a shiny finish, and it was evident that people often bowed down here.

"Immortal, I'll sleep first. ”

Fonber made a few sacks and spread them on the ground, and made do with it.

He was so tired that he was snoring as soon as he lay down.

Shi Bufan sat on the side, still thinking about the tax and grain in his heart.

Is there a way to get fifteen sacks of grain?

That's right, granary!

There is an inexhaustible supply of grain in the granary, not to mention fifteen bags, but ten thousand bags.

Shi Bufan was suddenly overjoyed, and immediately fell into a tangle.

Because to get the food inside, you can only rely on one word: steal!

The old fool said that stealing is a villain's act, and it is a crime.

I also said that there is no absolute good or bad in the world, and we must know how to be flexible.

Like killing.

Murder is a sin, but if killing one person can save ten thousand, it becomes a merit.

"Steal and steal!"

Shi Bufan immediately made a decision, although he was stubborn, he was not rigid.

The question is, how to steal?

The granary is heavily guarded, and a fly that flies in it will alarm the soldiers.

Stealth?

Shi Bufan shook his head, his stealth technique was not very well practiced, it was okay to sneak in, it would be difficult to carry the grain out, with his mana, it was impossible to make a bag of hundreds of catties of grain invisible at the same time.

When he was in trouble, he suddenly saw the statue of the god of the land lord, and he had an idea.

"The messenger order that Grandpa Yue gave me, I don't know if it's good or not!"

Shi Bufan wanted to try it a long time ago.

He took out the token with great anticipation, facing the idol of the land lord, and slowly injected his mana, and the inscription on it was suddenly active and shiny.

"Land, come out to me!"

Call three times in a row.

The statue of the earth lord shook slightly, and two faint rays of light shot out of his eyes.

But other than that, there was no other movement.

Shi Bufan called a few more times, but the land still did not appear.

"Is it the wrong way?"

Shi Bufan did exactly what Yue Lao said, without the slightest omission, how could it be wrong!

Something must have gone wrong.

Shi Bufan took the messenger's order and flipped through it, and studied it for a while without thinking it through.

It's really not good, he is going to go back to Kunlun Mountain and ask the old fool.

"The next immortal is coming! the next immortal is coming!"

At this time, an old voice sounded, but it came from Shi Bufan's feet.

Immediately after, a little old man with gray hair came out of the ground, about the same size as Shi Bufan's navel.

He held a nanmu cane in his hand, and a green gourd hung on the cane, with a white beard on his face and long eyebrows, which was seven or eight points similar to the statue of the god in the temple.

It is the land of the public.

"You are not a heavenly immortal!" Seeing Shi Bufan, the land lord was stunned, he thought that a certain heavenly immortal was coming.

Shi Bufan cleared his throat and said arrogantly: "My name is Shi Bufan, and I am the messenger of the old moon. ”

As he spoke, he took the messenger's order in front of him.

The land lord looked at it and smiled, "It's true! It's true!"

"Land, I just called you, why are you late?" asked Shi Bufan.

The land lord held a cane and knocked on the floor, "No, the little old man is parading on East Street, and when he sensed the divine power of the messenger order, he immediately rushed to it without delaying for a moment." ”

Shi Bufan scratched his head, he forgot that not every earth immortal has an old and confused teleportation spell, but he blamed others.