Lord of Puro

Chapter 578 Lazy Dream
Ye Haolong couldn't wake him up no matter what, and Li Banfeng was about to fall asleep.

The old teapot barely managed to hold on: "Brother, how about you go out of the city and take a break?"

Leaving Pillow City can indeed help get rid of tiredness, but this does not solve the actual problem. The next time I come to Pillow City, it will be the same situation and Li Banfeng still can't wake Ye Haolong up.

"Or, let's go home and relax..." The old teapot fell asleep.

It was the same when he returned to Suishenju, the problem was still not solved, but Li Banfeng really couldn't hold on any longer.

After sitting in Suishenju for a while, Li Banfeng became a little more sober, and the magic weapons around him also woke up.

Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead and asked the record player: "My dear, is there any way to wake someone up in Pillow City?"

The lady put down the clay figurine in her hand, thought for a moment and said, "It is too difficult to wake up a sleeping person, but there is a way to make the person wake up on his own. One is to use the mind cultivation technique to force the person to want to wake up."

Jiuhulu said, "Sister, I've tried it, but it doesn't work. The people in Pillow City are sleeping too soundly, and they can't even think of anything."

Hulu always strikes when others are unaware, but unfortunately it didn't work this time.

The pendulum also thought: "Madam, I have tried it too, and it really doesn't work."

The record player was a little angry: "I fed you all so many good things for nothing, and you all became fat and white, but now when it's time to work, you are useless.

If you can’t cultivate your mind, you have to rely on cultivating your dreams. Mengde, go and try it!”

Meng De walked down from the wall, changed from a calendar to a pocket watch, and said to Li Banfeng: "Master, when I get to that person, I will enter his dream and persuade him to wake up from the dream."

Li Banfeng brought Meng De out of the residence and came close to Ye Haolong.

Meng De yawned: "This place is really sleepy..."

Before she finished her words, Meng De had already fallen asleep. She entered Ye Haolong's dream.

Meng Xiu was not afraid of falling asleep here. Even when she entered the dream, she was awake. Li Banfeng forced himself to stay awake and waited for Meng De's reply. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Meng De did not come out. Li Banfeng fell asleep sitting next to Ye Haolong.

He dreamed that he was holding his wife and dancing in the big dance floor of Xiaoyaowu, with a band playing accompaniment on the stage and a singer singing in the band.

After skipping one song after another, Li Banfeng gently wiped the sweat on the trumpet mouth: "My dear, are you tired?"

"If my husband is not tired, I will not be tired either."

"My dear lady, let's dance another Cha Cha Cha!"

"I won't do that dance anymore. My hips hurt after I do it."

"Does it really hurt? Let me rub it for you..."

Li Banfeng was massaging the hips of the record player when the singer on the stage suddenly shouted, "Master, you can't dance anymore. It's time to wake up."

"Stop making trouble. Can't you see I'm busy?" Li Banfeng gently rubbed his wife's hips.

"I really can't jump anymore. If I jump any more I'll fall into a deep sleep and it will be hard to wake up!"

"Just let it sink, and have a good sleep with me!"

"Master!" Meng De said coquettishly and pulled Li Banfeng out of the dream.

Li Banfeng was awakened by Meng De's anger: "Can't you wait a little longer? I'm massaging my wife and she's feeling very comfortable..."

"Master, don't forget the important things."

Li Banfeng stretched and looked at Ye Haolong lying on the bed.

He was still lying in the same position, not moving much.

"You didn't wake him up?" Li Banfeng frowned and looked at Meng De, "He didn't wake up, what did you ask me to do?"

"Master, I went to his dream, but I couldn't get close to him. He was always fighting with others. If I approached him rashly, I would definitely be seriously injured by him, and I might even lose my life."

"You would also be hurt by him in the dream?" Li Banfeng didn't know much about dream cultivation techniques.

Meng De explained: "If you enter an ordinary person's dream, you may not be hurt, but if you enter another dream cultivator's dream, it is equivalent to entering his territory, and every move may become real."

The words were a bit confusing, so Li Banfeng asked, "Are you saying that Ye Haolong is a dream cultivator?"

Meng De was a little hesitant: "The cultivation level cannot be seen, but I saw that he was very lucid in his dream, so he should be a dream cultivator."

Ye Haolong has the cultivation level of the cloud, so it is indeed a bit difficult for Meng De to deal with a cloud cultivator alone.

Li Banfeng couldn't think of a solution for a moment and felt sleepy.

Seeing him yawn, Meng De suggested: "Master, would you like to walk into his dream for once?"

Li Banfeng was surprised and asked, "Do you have such a method?"

Meng De said: "With my current level of cultivation, I definitely don't have such a method, but among the foreigners I ate before, there was a master of dream control. I ate his flesh and blood. I learned some techniques of the Dream Bridge, so maybe I can give it a try."

Before Mengde could explain in detail what the Dream Bridge was, Li Banfeng felt his eyelids heavy and soon fell asleep.

While dreaming, Li Banfeng was lying on his wife's belly, listening silently.

The wife asked cautiously, "My husband, do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

Meng De snorted coldly beside him: "As if she can really give birth."

Li Banfeng and his wife lingered for a while, and were led by Mengde to a suspension bridge.

Although Li Banfeng knew that he was in a dream after Mengde's reminder, he still found the suspension bridge in front of him strange.

He didn't know where the suspension bridge was hung. He only saw dozens of ropes hanging from the sky, hanging the shaky bridge deck, but he couldn't see where the source of these ropes was.

Li Banfeng looked at Meng De and said, "If we fall off this suspension bridge, will we really die?"

There is no record player or Hong Ying here. Meng De tightly holds Li Banfeng's arm and says softly, "Don't be afraid. With me here, the master will never make any mistakes."

Li Banfeng followed Mengde onto the bridge. The suspension bridge swayed with every step. Fog rose from under the bridge and it was bottomless.

After taking two steps, Li Banfeng moved his ankles from time to time. He was always ready to use his skills to ride the wind and clouds. Even if he fell, he could still fly up.

No, I can’t generate any strength in my legs and I can’t seem to fly.

Meng De reminded him, "Master, in dreams, only dream cultivators can exert their full strength. Other Taoist practitioners are subject to some restrictions. When you meet Ye Haolong later, you can't use force. You may not be able to beat him in his dream."

Halfway across the suspension bridge, Li Banfeng vaguely heard shouts and the sound of weapons clashing. This came from Ye Haolong's dream.

After crossing the suspension bridge, Li Banfeng first came to a bamboo forest. The bamboos were densely packed with many knife marks and bloodstains. Some bamboos were cut in half. The forest looked a bit miserable in the mess.

The further they went, the more intense the shouting and screaming became. When they reached the edge of the bamboo forest, Li Banfeng finally saw Ye Haolong.

Ye Haolong was holding a long sword and fighting with a group of masked men. Behind him was a truck, and next to the truck lay a dying peddler.

Is this what happened during the final battle between the peddler and the man in heaven?
This situation actually happened again in a dream?

There are more than a dozen masked men surrounding Ye Haolong. Which masked man is the person from heaven?
They all look similar, could they be incarnations of the people in heaven?

Judging from the situation in the dream, after the peddler was defeated by the heavenly man, Ye Haolong helped him resist for a while. This shows that Ye Haolong's cultivation and combat power are quite high, and he is a top figure in Prozhou.

Is that true?
Mengde held Li Banfeng's hand tightly and gently reminded him, "Master, this is a dream. Don't take it seriously."

There is a difference between the scenes in dreams and reality, a huge difference.

Even so, Li Banfeng did not dare to be careless. He took Meng De and hid in the bamboo forest, watching the fight between the two sides silently.

Ye Haolong's swordsmanship was very graceful. Even when surrounded by more than a dozen people, he was able to attack and defend freely, advance and retreat calmly, without any obvious flaws.

After fighting for more than thirty rounds, Ye Haolong's sword flew around, and dozens of sword lights flashed, knocking the swords out of the hands of more than a dozen men in black.

More than a dozen men in black had scars on their bodies, and Ye Haolong seemed to be staggering due to excessive exhaustion.

But why does every man in black use a sword, and their sword moves are similar?

I seem to have seen these sword moves somewhere, as if they have appeared in some movies shot in Zhengjing Village.

That’s right, it’s the sword moves in the movie.

How real is Ye Haolong’s dream?
The concept of time in the dream is very vague, but fortunately Mengde has the function of precise timing. After half an hour, this boring battle finally ended. From beginning to end, both sides did not use any techniques, they just fought with swords.

Ye Haolong fought off a group of men in black with a slight advantage, and then stumbled towards the peddler.

"Senior, how are you?" Ye Haolong picked up the peddler.

The peddler looked at Ye Haolong and panted hard, "Brother Ye, you are great."

Ye Haolong said with tears in his eyes: "I am late."

"Prozhou, I'll leave it to you from now on!"

"Don't say that, Senior. You should rest for a while. I have some medicine here. As long as you take it, you will definitely get better."

The peddler shook his head and said, "We must defend Pro Province and not be bullied by the inner and outer states. This important task is entrusted to you."

After saying this, the peddler tilted his head, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Ye Haolong sat next to the peddler and cried for a long time.

The ground slowly sank, and a pit appeared. The peddler's body automatically fell into the pit.

The peddler was buried just like that. Obviously, this process was not very important to Ye Haolong, just like the appearance of the villain.

After burying the peddler, Ye Haolong pushed the truck and prepared to embark on a new journey. Li Banfeng walked up to Ye Haolong and asked with a smile: "Are you the Lord of Pro?"

Ye Haolong straightened his chest and said calmly: "Don't call me that. I just want to do my best to protect Purozhou. This is the instruction of my predecessors, and this is my mission."

"Is the senior you are talking about a peddler?"

Ye Haolong nodded.

Li Banfeng asked: "What happened to the peddler?"

"He dueled with the man in heaven and was seriously injured and died." When he said this, tears flashed in Ye Haolong's eyes.

Li Banfeng asked, "What does the person in heaven look like? I want to avenge the peddler."

Ye Haolong looked at Li Banfeng, shook his head and sighed: "Young man, your thoughts are commendable, but the fighting power of the people in heaven is far beyond your reach."

"Just tell me what he looks like. Even if I can't kill him today, I will avenge the peddler when I return after completing my studies!"

Ye Haolong shook his head and sighed: "You are still young. This blood feud is not something you should bear. You must practice well and contribute to the great cause of Pro Province!"

Li Banfeng looked at Ye Haolong and asked, "Have you never seen anyone in heaven?"

Ye Haolong was unhappy: "Young man, how can you talk like that? I saw the battle between the man in heaven and the peddler with my own eyes."

"Then why can't you describe the appearance of the heavenly being?"

"It's not that I can't tell you, it's that I can't tell you. I'm doing this for your own good!"

"If you have seen the person in heaven, you can tell what he looks like. If you can't tell, then you have naturally never seen him. It's such a simple truth, what is there to argue about?" Li Banfeng stared at Ye Haolong. He was not sure whether the foolish cultivation technique would be useful in dreams.

"I, I have seen it..." Ye Haolong spoke with a slight stutter, his thoughts a little confused.

"Just tell me if you've seen me!"

He looked at Li Banfeng, raised the long sword in his hand and asked: "Who are you? Why are you so entangled?"

Meng De reminded: "Master, he is Yunshang Mengxiu, don't fight him in his dream."

Now that the question has come to this, how could Li Banfeng give up?

He had no strength in his legs, his travel training skills were limited, he could not enter the dream world with his companions, and his home training skills were also limited. Li Banfeng touched the weapons and magic weapons on his body, and it seemed that only Mengde could be brought into the dream world.

"I'll try to delay the time while you force him to tell the truth."

After instructing Meng De, Li Banfeng looked at Ye Haolong angrily: "You are a liar who has deceived the world and stolen the reputation. You have never seen the decisive battle. Why are you lying?"

Ye Haolong's hands were shaking a little: "I have seen it, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Meng De whispered: "I didn't hear him lying."

Does not lying mean it is true?

Li Banfeng said, "Just tell me about the battle, what techniques and methods both sides used. Don't tell me that the peddler and the man in the sky played swords in front of you!"

Ye Haolong stammered, "I saw all their techniques!"

"Tell me if you see it!"

"Why, why should I tell you that..." Ye Haolong raised the sword in his hand, his whole body shaking.

Mengde felt strange and wondered why this man was so angry.

Seeing that Ye Haolong was so angry, a fierce battle was inevitable, so Meng De quickly prepared a retreat for Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng also knew that he had to fight, so he exerted force with his feet, preparing to use the "Treading Through All Rivers" technique to catch the opponent off guard.

If you can injure the other person, take the opportunity to continue questioning him. If you can't hurt him, then find another way to deal with him.

Ye Haolong stood in place, his body still trembling, as if he was ready to confront Li Banfeng head-on.

Li Banfeng rushed forward first, and just as he was about to perform his skills, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Is this Ye Haolong’s method?

He changed the terrain conditions and made me fall?
Li Banfeng glanced at the ground and didn't see any changes in the terrain.

The ground covered with weeds suddenly became loose, scaring Li Banfeng so much that he took two steps back. Ye Haolong also became a little nervous.

puff!
A hand emerged from the ground.

What is this? Is it Ye Haolong's clone?
Mengde didn't know where this hand came from. He only saw the soil constantly cracking, and the arm stretched longer and longer, with its fingers constantly crawling on the ground, and then it crawled out of the soil with its entire body.

The person who crawled out was a man, his face covered with hair and beard, making it impossible to tell how old he was.

He was wearing a long gray cloth gown, which was neither thick nor thin, and could be worn in any season, spring, summer, autumn or winter.

The clothes were covered in dirt, but he just patted them once and they were as clean as new. I don't know what kind of fabric the clothes were made of.

He raised his head and looked at Li Banfeng, then turned to look at Ye Haolong.

Ye Haolong raised his sword and pointed at Li Banfeng, saying, "Are you an accomplice of the man in heaven? Do you come to me to kill me and silence me? Do you want to wipe out the roots of Prozhou?"

The man who crawled out of the soil looked at Ye Haolong, was silent for more than a minute, and then said one word: "Get out!" Ye Haolong was furious when he heard this, put down his sword, trembled with anger, and then left.

He just left?

This was his dream, and he didn't dare to say a word?
The man looked at Li Banfeng, and after more than a minute, he asked, "Want to kill someone?"

What does this mean?
Is he saying that Li Banfeng wanted to kill Ye Haolong?

When fighting with the enemy, life and death are at stake, so you must show no mercy.

Wait, that’s not the right answer.

Li Banfeng remembered the old teapot's advice that when the Pillow City was sleeping, he could not enter the city to kill people, otherwise he would be punished by the local god.

Is this man the local god?

Li Banfeng replied: "I didn't want to kill him."

This is true, Li Banfeng really didn't want to kill Ye Haolong.

The man looked at Li Banfeng's feet: "Killing skills!"

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He wanted to say that Li Banfeng used a killing technique.

Now it is basically confirmed that this person is the local god.

The old teapot once said that the local god of Pillow City is a lazy cultivator. Just look at his attitude of not wanting to say a single word, his pen is almost exactly the same as the judge's.

Li Banfeng patiently explained: "This is Ye Haolong's dream. I am restricted everywhere, and Ye Haolong has the upper hand everywhere. It is impossible to kill Ye Haolong with one move."

The man shook his head: "Not necessarily."

Li Banfeng smiled helplessly: "I really don't want to kill him. Yunshang Meng Xiu can't be killed that easily. I just want to ask him something."

"Ask!" The man meant that you can ask him and he can answer.

Li Banfeng said: "I want to ask Ye Haolong whether he has ever met the peddler."

"Yes!" The man thought about how to describe it, but he was too lazy to think about it, let alone speak. Then he thought of a good idea.

There was an empty space in front of them, and the scene changed to an alley. A boy about ten years old stood at the entrance of the alley, wearing a long gown and a melon-shaped hat. He came to the peddler, raised his head, and said seriously: "I want Wu Xiu's medicine powder."

"Martial arts practitioner?" The peddler laughed, "Your physique is not suitable for martial arts practice."

The young man said again: "Then I choose Wen Xiu."

"Do you like reading?"

The boy shook his head honestly: "Then what do you think I should choose?"

The peddler squatted down and looked at the boy: "Since you live in Pillow City, choose Dream Cultivation. You can sleep three seasons a year, and it is good to cultivate in all three seasons."

The boy agreed, and the peddler gave him a handful of medicine powder and carefully applied it on his belly.

The boy cried in pain and cried for a long time.

Li Banfeng asked, "Is this the scene when he entered the Dao Sect?"

The man nodded: "Hello, peddler!"

Yes, you must have seen the peddler when you entered Taoism.

This lazy local god used dreams to present Ye Haolong's memories. This way, there was no need for words or explanations, and the scene was very intuitive.

He can use dream cultivation techniques, which proves that he is likely to have the ability to cultivate dreams.

Li Banfeng sighed, "I guess he has only seen a peddler once in his life."

"No!" Lan Xiu, the local god, waved his hand and presented another dream.

Ye Haolong, with a head full of white hair, stood at the entrance of the alley and saw the peddler again.

The peddler's appearance remained unchanged. He looked at Ye Haolong and smiled, "Eighty years old?"

"Yes!" Ye Haolong nodded.

The peddler sighed, "After seventy years of practice, I have finally reached the ninth level. This is considered a complete achievement."

Under normal circumstances of practice, one's cultivation level will improve by one level every ten years. Ye Haolong entered Taoism at the age of ten and has practiced for seventy years. He has advanced from the first level to the ninth level, and has been promoted eight times. He spent seventy years to be promoted once more. This is his achievement in this life.

The peddler asked him, "Do you still want to be promoted?"

Ye Haolong nodded repeatedly.

"Do you want to go to Neizhou and serve as a servant?"

Ye Haolong shook his head.

"Let me show you a way. I have a friend named Zhao Lanmeng. I'll ask him to give you a piece of land and let you take Yunshang by force. You can do some odd jobs for him and earn some popularity from him. Do you think it's okay?"

Ye Haolong thanked him repeatedly.

It turned out that his cultivation in the clouds was acquired with the help of the peddler.

"Who is Zhao Lanmeng?"

The man raised his head vigorously: "Me!"

Who came up with this name? Could it be that you are too lazy to even dream?
Ye Haolong was able to rise from the ninth floor of the ground to the first floor of the sky thanks to the peddler's introduction and Zhao Lanmeng's help.

Li Banfeng nodded: "With Ye Haolong's strength, it seems impossible to see the duel between the peddler and the heavenly man."

"Are you talking about this?" Zhao Lanmeng squatted on the ground, searching through layers of dreams for Ye Haolong's memories.

After more than ten minutes, he seemed to have found something.

It was still the same vacant lot, but the scene changed again. A man woke up from his sleep and rushed to the street.

This street looks familiar; it is the main street of Pillow City.

Li Banfeng saw the peddler pushing the truck and rushing up into the sky from the street.

A strong light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a blurry figure walked towards the peddler in the light.

When the strong light faded, the blurry figure was still there, the peddler disappeared, and his truck was shattered to the ground.

Is this the duel between the peddler and the man in heaven?

The strong light appeared again and the scene was shaking. It should be the perspective of Ye Haolong when he was escaping.

I really have this memory!

Li Banfeng was stunned and asked, "Did he really see it?"

"No." Zhao Lanmeng lay flat on the ground. He was tired of standing.

Li Banfeng was worried that he had fallen asleep, so he quickly asked, "If he didn't see it with his own eyes, then where did this memory come from?"

Zhao Lanmeng rested for a long time and said two words: "Compensation."

"What compensation?"

Zhao Lanmeng didn't explain. He waved his hand and read Ye Haolong's memory again.

At the age of fifteen, Ye Haolong was bullied by several young men. He was a first-level dream cultivator and wanted to use his skills, but he was so angry that he was shaking all over, so he couldn't use his skills and was beaten severely.

At the age of 22, Ye Haolong fought with a food cultivator. According to the description in the dream, Ye Haolong was a second-level dream cultivator at that time, and the food cultivator on the opposite side had just reached the first level.

Ye Haolong wanted to take the initiative and pull the other party into a dream. The other party did fall into a dream, but Ye Haolong could not control the dream and the other party woke up again.

After waking up, Shi Xiu ate two kilograms of dry food and beat Ye Haolong up.

Meng De whispered: "A second-level dream cultivator cannot control his dreams. This person's talent is too ordinary."

When he was 37 years old, Ye Haolong met bandits on the road. He wanted to be chivalrous, but he acted too hastily and was beaten by the bandits. He barely managed to escape with his life.

At the age of forty-six, Ye Haolong was at the fifth level. He challenged a martial artist at the third level. The martial artist attacked too quickly and Ye Haolong could not react in time, so he was defeated again.

After being promoted to Yunshang, he met a travel cultivator from the sixth level of the earth. Due to the other party's verbal provocation, Ye Haolong performed abnormally and was seriously injured by Tapo Wanchuan.

Yunshang was severely injured by Dipi's sixth layer, and this incident was bound to become a laughing stock.

Zhao Lanmeng turned around and looked at Li Banfeng: "Were you going to kill him just now?"

Li Banfeng waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I really don't mean that."

Zhao Lanmeng's suspicion was well-founded. Judging from Ye Haolong's past battle record, although it was just in his dream, given his trembling state, Li Banfeng could really kick him to death with one kick.

Li Banfeng then looked at Ye Haolong's battle record and gradually understood what Zhao Lanmeng meant.

"Never won." Zhao Lanmeng sighed softly.

The cultivators in the clouds are all the dragons and phoenixes in the world, heroes picked from millions.

But there are mediocre people among outstanding people, and Ye Haolong is one of them.

There is hardly any decent victory in the battles he fought throughout his life.

Li Banfeng asked, "How did such a person rise to the top?"

Zhao Lanmeng said two words: "Diligence and longevity."

This is the secret of Ye Haolong's success. He practiced hard throughout his life and never slacked off.

His physical fitness was not very good, but he was very durable. Even at the age of eighty, he was still in good condition. Relying on these two valuable qualities, he finally made it to the cloud.

He longed to fight and conquer, and longed to look down on the crowd. As a cultivator above the clouds, he longed to gain the status and respect he deserved.

But because he was not good at fighting and past battles were horrific, he felt extremely unbalanced, and thus this memory appeared to compensate for his own mistakes.

Zhao Lanmeng retrieved Ye Haolong's memory and made some comparisons in front of Li Banfeng.

Just like just now, every battle example of Ye Haolong is very clear. Although buried deep in his memory, these memories will never disappear in this life.

But like the peddler being besieged, Ye Haolong fighting off the bandits and being given a mission in times of crisis...this is a typical memory compensation, because the picture is a bit blurry and the plot in the dream is a bit contrived.

As for the scene in which Ye Haolong saw the decisive battle between the peddler and the heavenly man, this memory seems a little clearer, but there is still a gap compared to the real memory. It can only be said that Ye Haolong put a lot of effort in creating these memories.

Zhao Lanmeng had been gathering strength for a long time, and he uttered a relatively complete sentence: "They definitely didn't fight here."

This sentence gives the final conclusion.

Zhao Lanmeng is a local god. If the fierce battle between the peddler and the celestial being really took place in the Pillow City, it is impossible that Zhao Lanmeng was completely unaware of it.

This is equivalent to telling Li Banfeng that this so-called fierce battle does not exist.

Thanks to Zhao Lanmeng's guidance, otherwise no matter how Li Banfeng questioned, Ye Haolong would have believed that this self-fabricated memory was true.

Without this decisive battle, the peddler's life was not in danger, and Li Banfeng was in a good mood.

"Let's go." Zhao Lanmeng took Li Banfeng out of the dream and returned to Ye Haolong's bedroom.

Li Banfeng said: "Although the matter of the decisive battle has been clarified, I still have to find the peddler as soon as possible."

Zhao Lanmeng did not answer Li Banfeng's question. He looked at Li Banfeng and said, "He has talent."

"You said I have talent?" Li Banfeng was stunned. "Are you talking about dream cultivation?"

Zhao Lanmeng nodded.

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I don't have much talent in dream cultivation. I rely entirely on Mengde for help."

Li Banfeng called out Mengde from his pocket watch, and Mengde bowed respectfully to Zhao Lanmeng.

Zhao Lanmeng looked at Mengde and shook his head, saying, "He doesn't have any talent, he just eats well."

After waiting for a long time for a complete evaluation, Mengde didn't expect it to be this one. He was very disappointed, but didn't dare to say much.

Zhao Lanmeng looked at Li Banfeng's pocket. He sensed the projector and saw the projector's dream.

"Too stubborn and inflexible." This was his evaluation of the Projector. He didn't mean that the Projector really had no talent, but that he had no talent in his two sects.

Zhao Lanmeng sensed the wine gourd again: "Too much thinking will only hurt your mind."

This is true, Jiuhulu is thorough in his work and although he looks drunk all day and careless, he is actually quite meticulous.

Zhao Lanmeng sensed the teapot: "You are ambitious, so you deserve to suffer."

He sensed the earring again: "If you don't close your eyes, you will have a life of toil."

The earrings are on guard duty and hardly ever rest most of the time.

"Resentment is deep and hard to let go." This refers to the pendulum.

Zhao Lanmeng looked at the Tang sword and gave it a two-word evaluation: "Martial man."

All the magic weapons fell asleep, and no one objected.

Zhao Lanmeng couldn't sense the gloves because the gloves hid himself before he fell asleep.

But he sensed a surprising presence that invaded Judge Pen's dream.

In the dream, the judge's pen was wrapped in newspaper and sleeping.

Zhao Lanmeng's eyebrows trembled, and he entered the dream within the dream of the Judge's Pen.

The Judge's Pen was in a dream, wrapped in two pieces of newspaper, and still sleeping.

"What a great talent..." Zhao Lanmeng exclaimed.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Pen responded, not knowing whether he was dreaming or awake.

Li Banfeng said, "You've been looking for a long time, can you tell me where I can find the peddler?"

Zhao Lanmeng took out a piece of paper, wrote two lines slowly, and handed it to Li Banfeng. After thinking for half an hour, he squeezed out a long string of words: "Go to Jiaoqichuan and find the peddler lover. Don't say that I asked you to go.

After you find the peddler, come back to me and I'll fight with the guy next to you."

PS: Could it be that the peddler is at his lover’s home?
(End of this chapter)