Deep Mountain Old House

## Deep Mountain Old House

Li Banfeng knocked on the door. The person who opened it was a man, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, not tall but quite sturdy. He wore a vest and long pants, and his clothes were covered in patches.

His face was dark, his eyebrows thick and long, and his lips full. His whole appearance exuded simplicity and honesty.

Little Fatty had once told Li Banfeng that in Medicine King Gully, once you left the Inner Valley, restaurants would become very scarce. If you were hungry on the road and wanted to find a place to eat, you could ask for a meal at someone's house. Three to five yuan for the meal would suffice, and most families wouldn't refuse.

Li Banfeng explained his purpose, and the man warmly welcomed him into his home.

The host's clothes were simple, but the courtyard was not small. Just looking at the size of the front courtyard, it was about as big as a basketball court.

In the courtyard, there were three tiled houses and a storage room. The houses were a bit old but were kept very clean.

The reason it was called the front courtyard was based on the walls and layout of the houses, suggesting there should be a sizable backyard as well.

As a Shut-in Cultivator, seeing such a spacious and tidy courtyard, Li Banfeng felt a bit envious.

"There's still some rice left at home, but not much in the way of dishes. Please make do," the man lit an oil lamp in the courtyard. A woman brought out a bowl of rice and a small plate of pickled cucumbers.

The woman wore a cloth blouse with a diagonal opening, and her clothes were also full of patches. By her age, she should be the man's wife. Li Banfeng didn't look too much, nor should he.

After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, the woman hurried back into the house.

Li Banfeng first took out thirty yuan in cash and put it in the man's hand. The man repeatedly waved his hand, saying, "That's too much."

Li Banfeng waved his hand, "Take it. I'm bothering you so late, I feel bad about it."

The rice was coarse, with many husks, but Li Banfeng didn't mind. He was truly hungry and ate the rice in large mouthfuls with the pickled cucumbers.

The man clutched the money, his expression full of guilt, as if he owed Li Banfeng something.

He quietly returned to the house. Before long, an old woman with white hair came out of the house.

The old woman held a wine jar in her hand and came before Li Banfeng, smiling, "Young man, try our homemade sorghum wine."

Li Banfeng shook his head, "Elder, I don't drink."

It wasn't just politeness; Li Banfeng really couldn't get used to the wine here.

For such poor families, a jar of wine was very precious. The old woman was even disturbed. Since Li Banfeng didn't like it, he shouldn't waste their good stuff.

But the old woman still insisted on pouring Li Banfeng a bowl, "Young man, have a bowl. It's not good wine, don't mind it. My son took your money, and he feels really bad about it."

Since the old woman had personally poured it, Li Banfeng couldn't refuse anymore. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

He had to admit, the wine was mellow and tasted better than the wine at the Steamed Bun Shop.

The bowl of rice was finished, the pickled cucumbers were finished, and the wine bowl was empty. Li Banfeng let out a burp.

The old woman smiled, "Young man, have you found a place to stay? If not, stay at my house."

"I have a place to stay. I'll be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality."

After eating, he should leave quickly. Li Banfeng was being pursued by the Jiang Xiang Gang and couldn't implicate this honest family.

As soon as he stood up, Li Banfeng suddenly felt dizzy. The figures of the mother and son floated up and down before his eyes.

Was he drunk?

No!

This is poisoning!

The old woman looked at Li Banfeng with a smile, "Young man, don't run around. I think you should stay."

What's going on?

Li Banfeng turned and ran towards the door, only to see the man's wife blocking the way.

The woman raised her head and punched Li Banfeng in the jaw.

Li Banfeng wanted to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey, so he couldn't avoid it and took the punch squarely.

This woman has great strength!

Li Banfeng stumbled back two steps and fell to the ground.

He looked closely at the woman's face.

Under the candlelight, this time he saw clearly that there was a circle of dark stubble around the person's lips.

This is a man.

This is a black inn!

Impossible, I didn't sense any danger just now!

Li Banfeng held his forehead, rubbed his eyes, wiped the blood from his mouth and nose with his hand, slumped to the ground, and slowly closed his eyes.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn't unconscious. His mind was still clear, and he could hear the conversations of the people around him perfectly.

The eldest son, who had a simple and honest face, looked at the old woman and said, "Mother, to deal with such a White Lamb, did you really need to waste a jar of my good wine? That plate of pickled cucumbers would have been enough."

So there was poison in the pickled cucumbers too!

Li Banfeng was furious. He had survived Bitter Mist Mountain, but here, in this ditch, he had actually capsized!

Strange, I can sense malice. At the station, I could sense Chu Yunlong's malice. Why couldn't I sense the malice of this family at all when I was eating?

Could it be that the cultivation of this family is unusually high?

With such high cultivation, they still use such despicable methods?

The old woman smiled and said, "Silly boy, look carefully. This is not a White Lamb. His walking posture is strange. This is a Travel Cultivator, and a high-level one at that."

"Travel Cultivator?" The eldest son scratched his scalp. "I've really never seen one."

The old woman said, "If you haven't seen one, then learn something today. Travel Cultivators are fast on their feet. This person has the ability to create wind on flat ground, which proves he's reached a certain level.

It's just that he's only recently reached that level and hasn't learned to control it freely yet. If I hadn't poisoned him with the wine, he would have been gone in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, Travel Cultivators are aware of danger. If I hadn't made a move, he would have Woken Up as soon as he entered the door."

Wake Up, a slang term meaning that the person who was being deceived has realized it.

So it was this old woman who made a move in advance, preventing me from sensing their malice.

What level of cultivator is this old woman?

what level of ability she used.

Hearing this, the eldest son was a little smug: "Mother, isn't my wine getting better and better?"

The old woman snorted: "You only went up one level the year before last. It's been a year and a half now. If you can't even take down someone with comparable cultivation, what face do you have to eat this meal?"

From the old woman's words, Li Banfeng heard that this man was a Poison Cultivator, and his cultivation was comparable to his, both at the first level.

Li Banfeng wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. He tried several times but couldn't open them.

The second son, who was disguised as a woman, said: "Mother, since he's not a White Lamb, why don't we just Pick the Gourd while he's down?"

The second son had never seen a Travel Cultivator either, but he felt that it was better to kill a hostage with cultivation.

Hearing this, Li Banfeng's heart tightened.

In his current state, he didn't have many means of resistance.

But even with few means, he had to fight back. He couldn't just die here!

The old woman poked Li Banfeng with her walking stick. Seeing that he had no reaction, the old woman instructed her two sons: "Clean out everything on him, lock his hands and feet, send him to the Hostage Room, and wait until Zi Time to make a move."

The second son didn't understand: "Mother, why do we have to wait until Zi Time?"

Yes, why did they have to wait until Zi Time? Li Banfeng didn't quite understand either. He had already prepared for a desperate struggle.

Could it be that they want to strike when I'm relaxed?

She was thinking too much. I can't relax.

"I told you to wait until Zi Time, so just wait obediently. First, clean out everything on him!" The old woman scolded. The two sons stepped forward and searched Li Banfeng, taking his sickle, shovel, and wallet. Even the spicy strips Li Banfeng had hidden in the lining of his clothes were taken.

But there was one thing they didn't take.

When Li Banfeng wiped his mouth and nose just now, he hid the key in his mouth.

He had originally wanted to immediately open the Portable Abode and escape, but under the gaze of the three people, Li Banfeng wasn't confident he could hide the key, or even smoothly turn the key.

The old woman really didn't want to kill Li Banfeng right now.

She said to wait until Zi Time, but what was it for?

Why, even now, could he still not sense the danger here?

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