Chapter 578: Lazy Dream

Ye Haolong could not be woken up no matter what, and Li Li Banfeng was about to fall asleep himself.

The Old Lao Chahu barely held on: "Little brother, why don't you leave the city first to catch your breath?"

Leaving Pillow City would indeed shake off the drowsiness, but it wouldn't solve the actual problem. If he came back to Pillow City next time, the situation would be the same, and Li Li Banfeng would still be unable to wake Ye Haolong.

"Or, go home and catch your breath, that works too—" The Old Lao Chahu fell asleep.

Returning to the Leaving Suishenju would be the same; it wouldn't solve the problem either, but Li Li Banfeng truly couldn't hold on any longer.

After sitting in the Leaving Suishenju for a while, Li Li Banfeng felt a bit clearer, and the magic treasures by his side had all woken up as well.

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

The lady put down the clay figurine in her hand, pondered for a moment, and said: "Waking up someone who is asleep is truly too difficult, but there is a way to make this person wake up on their own. One is to rely on Thought Cultivation techniques to force that person to generate the thought of waking up."

The Wine Gourd said: "Big sister, I've tried that, this trick doesn't work. The people in Pillow City sleep too deeply; they can't generate thoughts at all."

The Gourd always struck when others were unaware, but unfortunately, it hadn't worked this time.

The Pendulum was also a Thought Cultivator: "Madam, I've tried it too; it truly doesn't work."

The Phonograph was a bit angry: "I've given you so many good things to eat, raising each of you to be white and plump, but when it's time to put in the effort, you're all useless again."

"If Thought Cultivation isn't enough, we'll have to rely on Dream Cultivation. Meng De, you go try!"

Meng De walked down from the wall, transformed from a calendar into a pocket watch, and said to Li Li Banfeng: "Master, once I'm in front of that person, I will enter his dream and persuade him to wake up from it."

Li Li Banfeng took Meng De out of the Leaving Suishenju and arrived in front of Ye Haolong.

Meng De yawned: "This place really makes one sleepy—"

Before the words had even faded, Meng De had already entered the dream; she had entered Ye Haolong's dream.

Dream Cultivators aren't afraid of falling asleep here. Entering the dream, she was also clear-headed. Li Li Banfeng forced himself to stay alert, waiting for Meng De's echo. After waiting for about ten minutes, Meng De didn't come out, and Li Li Banfeng fell asleep sitting beside Ye Haolong.

He dreamed that he was holding his lady, dancing in the big ballroom of Xiaoyao Wu, with the band playing accompaniment on stage and a singer performing among them.

After dancing one song after another, Li Li Banfeng gently wiped the sweat from the horn's opening: "My dear lady, are you tired?"

"If my husband isn't tired, then this little slave isn't tired."

"My dear lady, let's dance one more cha-cha-cha!"

"Let's not dance that one; my bones ache after dancing it."

"Do they really ache? Let me rub them well for you—"

Just as Li Li Banfeng was rubbing the Phonograph's hip bone, the singer on stage suddenly shouted: "Master, you can't dance anymore, it's time to wake up."

"Don't bother me, can't you see I'm busy?" Li Li Banfeng gently rubbed the lady's hip bone.

"You really can't dance anymore. If you keep dancing, you'll fall into a deep sleep, and it won't be easy to wake up!"

"If I fall deep, so be it. I'll just sleep well with my lady!"

"Master!" Meng De gave a coquettish shout and pulled Li Li Banfeng out of the dream.

Li Li Banfeng was woken up by Meng De's anger: "Couldn't you have waited a little longer? I was just rubbing my lady comfortably..."

"Master, don't forget the main task."

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

He was still lying in his original posture, having barely moved at all.

"You didn't wake him up?" Li Li Banfeng frowned at Meng De. "He didn't wake up, why did you call me?"

"Master, I went into his dream, but I truly couldn't get close to him. He has been fighting with others; if I had rushed close, I would definitely have been severely wounded by him, and I might even have lost my life."

"In the dream, you can also be hurt by him?" Li Li Banfeng didn't know much about Dream Cultivation techniques.

Meng De explained: "Entering an ordinary person's dream, one might not necessarily be hurt, but if you enter another Dream Cultivator's dream, it's equivalent to entering their territory; every move and stance could become real."

The explanation was a bit convoluted. Li Li Banfeng asked: "Are you saying Ye Haolong is a Dream Cultivator?"

Meng De hesitated: "Cultivation base cannot be seen, but I saw that he was very clear-headed in the dream; he should be a Dream Cultivator."

Ye Haolong had a cultivation base at the Cloud level; having Meng De deal with a Cloud-level cultivator alone was indeed a bit difficult for her.

Li Li Banfeng couldn't think of a strategy for a moment and felt drowsy again.

Seeing him yawn, Meng De came up with an idea: "Master, would you like to take a walk in his dream?"

Li Li Banfeng asked in surprise: "You have such a method?"

Meng De said: "Relying solely on my cultivation, I certainly wouldn't have such a method, but among the foreigners I ate earlier, one was a master of dream control. After eating his flesh and blood, I learned a bit of the Dream Bridge technique; perhaps we could give it a try."

Before Meng De could explain specifically what a Dream Bridge was, Li Li Banfeng felt his eyelids grow heavy and soon entered dreamland.

In the dream, Li Li Banfeng was lying on his lady's belly, listening silently.

The lady asked cautiously: "Husband, are you listening to see if it's a boy or a girl?"

Meng De snorted coldly from the side: "As if she could really give birth."

Li Li Banfeng lingered with his lady for a moment before being led by Meng De to the side of a suspension bridge.

Although Li Li Banfeng knew he was in a dream thanks to Meng De's reminder, he still felt this suspension bridge before him was strange.

Li Li Banfeng still felt it was curious.

He didn't know where this suspension bridge was hanging; he only saw dozens of ropes descending from the sky,

suspending the swaying bridge deck, yet he couldn't see where the source of these ropes was.

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

There was no Phonograph here, nor was there Hong Ying. Meng De tightly held Li Li Banfeng's arm and said softly: "Don't be afraid, with me here, Master will never have the slightest mishap."

Li Li Banfeng followed Meng De onto the bridge. The suspension bridge swayed with every step, and thick fog rose beneath it, bottomless.

After walking two steps, Li Li Banfeng moved his ankles from time to time, constantly preparing the Wind-Riding and Cloud-Driving technique; even if he fell, he could still fly.

No, his legs couldn't exert any force; it seemed he couldn't fly.

Meng De reminded him: "Master, in the dream, only Dream Cultivators can exert their full strength; cultivators of other Daoist sects are all subject to some restrictions. When you see Ye Haolong in a moment, you must not use force; you might not necessarily be able to beat him in his dream."

After walking halfway across the suspension bridge, Li Li Banfeng vaguely heard shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing; these were coming from within Ye Haolong's dream.

After crossing the suspension bridge, Li Li Banfeng first arrived at a bamboo forest. The bamboo was dense, with many knife marks, many bloodstains, and some bamboo had been cut in half at the waist; amidst the mess, there was a hint of misery.

The further they walked, the more intense the shouts of killing became. When they reached the edge of the bamboo forest, Li Li Banfeng finally saw Ye Haolong.

Ye Haolong was holding a long sword, fighting against a group of masked men. Behind him was a cargo truck, and beside the truck lay the dying Peddler.

Was this the situation when the Peddler and the Heavenly Person had their decisive battle?

This situation had actually been reproduced in the dream?

Ye Haolong was surrounded by a dozen masked men; which one of them was the Heavenly Person?

Looking at them, they all looked about the same; could they all be clones of the Heavenly Person?

Judging from the situation in the dream, after the Peddler was defeated by the Heavenly Person at the time, Ye Haolong had helped him hold out for a period of time. From this, it could be seen that Ye Haolong's cultivation and combat power were quite high; he was a top-tier figure in Puluo Prefecture.

Was it really like this?

Meng De grabbed Li Li Banfeng's hand tightly and gently reminded him: "Master,

this is a dream, you can't take it as real."

The scene in the dream differed from reality, differing greatly.

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

Ye Haolong's sword technique was very elegant. Under the siege of a dozen people, he attacked and defended freely, advancing and retreating with ease, without obvious flaws.

After thirty rounds of fighting, Ye Haolong's long sword flew, flashing a dozen sword lights, knocking the swords from the hands of the dozen black-clad men one after another.

The dozen black-clad men all had wounds on their bodies, and Ye Haolong also seemed to be kneeling due to excessive consumption.

But why did every black-clad man use a sword, and why were their sword moves all about the same?

These sword moves seemed to have been seen somewhere before; they seemed to have appeared in some movies filmed in Zhengjing Village.

That's right, they were the sword move patterns from movies.

How much truth is there, really, in this dream of Ye Haolong's?

The concept of time in a dream is very blurry, but fortunately, Dream-De has a precise timing function; after half an hour, this tedious battle finally ended, and from start to finish, neither side used any techniques, just comparing swords here.

With a slight advantage, Ye Haolong repelled a group of men in black, then stumbled toward the peddler.

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

The peddler looked at Ye Haolong, gasping with difficulty: "Brother Ye, you are a good man."

Ye Haolong said with tears in his eyes: "It is I who came late."

"Puluo Continent, from now on, I entrust it to you!"

"Don't say that, Senior, rest a while longer; I have medicine for wounds here, as long as you take it, you will surely get better."

The peddler shook his head and said: "To hold Puluo Continent, one cannot suffer the bullying of the Inner and Outer Continents; this heavy responsibility is handed over to you."

After saying this, the peddler tilted his head, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

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

The ground slowly subsided, a pit appeared, and the peddler's body automatically entered the pit.

The peddler was buried just like that; obviously, this process was not very important to Ye Haolong, just as unimportant as the appearance of a villain.

After burying the peddler, Ye Haolong pushed the cart, preparing to embark on a new journey; Li Li Banfeng walked to Ye Haolong's side and said with a chuckle: "Are you the Lord of Puluo?"

Ye Haolong puffed out his chest, his expression indifferent as he said: "Do not call me that, I only wish to do my utmost to guard Puluo Continent; this is the Senior's entrustment, this is my mission."

"The Senior you spoke of, is it the peddler?"

Ye Haolong nodded.

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

"He dueled with the People from Above and was mortally wounded." Speaking of this, Ye Haolong's eyes shimmered with glistening tears.

Li Li Banfeng asked: "What do the People from Above look like? I want to avenge the peddler."

Ye Haolong looked at Li Li Banfeng, shook his head and sighed: "Young man, your intentions are commendable, but the combat power of the People from Above is far beyond your reach."

"You only need to tell me what he looks like; even if I cannot kill him today, in the future, when I return after completing my studies, I will still avenge the peddler!"

Ye Haolong shook his head and sighed: "You are still young; this deep blood feud is not something you should bear; you must cultivate well and contribute your strength to the great cause of Puluo Continent!"

Li Li Banfeng looked at Ye Haolong and said: "Have you not seen the People from Above at all?"

Ye Haolong was displeased: "Young man, how can you speak like that? The duel between the People from Above and the peddler is something I saw with my own eyes."

"Then why can't you describe the appearance of the person from above?"

"It's not that I can't describe it, it's that I cannot tell you; I am doing this for your own good!"

"If you have seen the person from above, you can describe his appearance; if you don't say it, naturally it means you haven't seen him; such a simple truth, what else is there to argue about." Li Li Banfeng stared fixedly at Ye Haolong; he was not sure if the Foolish Cultivation technique was useful in a dream.

"I, I have seen him—" Ye Haolong stammered, his thoughts falling into a bit of chaos.

"If you've seen him, then say it!"

He looked at Li Li Banfeng, raised the long sword in his hand and said: "Who are you? Why are you pestering me like this?"

Dream-De reminded: "Master, he is a Dream Cultivator from Above; do not fight him in his dream."

Having asked to this point, how could Li Li Banfeng give up.

His feet could not exert strength, his Traveling Cultivation technique was restricted, he could not enter the dream with the Portable Residence, and his Residential Cultivation technique was also restricted; Li Li Banfeng touched the weapons and magic treasures on his body; the only thing that seemed able to be brought into the dream was Dream-De.

"I will try my best to stall for time, you force him to tell the truth."

After instructing Dream-De, Li Li Banfeng looked angrily at Ye Haolong: "You hypocrite, you never saw that duel at all, why are you lying?"

Ye Haolong's hands trembled slightly: "I have seen it, this is something I saw with my own eyes!"

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

If he didn't lie, does that mean it's true?

Li Li Banfeng said: "You should describe the battle properly; what techniques and methods did both sides use? Don't you dare tell me the peddler and the person from above were just waving swords in front of you!"

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

"If you saw them, then describe them!"

"Why, why should I tell you—" Ye Haolong raised the long sword in his hand, his whole body trembling.

Dream-De found it strange; why was this person so angry.

Seeing Ye Haolong so furious, this fierce battle was surely unavoidable; Dream-De hurriedly prepared an escape route for Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng also knew that a fight was inevitable; he forcibly exerted strength under his feet, preparing to use 'Trample Wan Chuan'.

To catch the opponent off guard first.

If he could injure the opponent, he would take the opportunity to continue pressing for answers; if he couldn't move the opponent, he would think of other ways to deal with him.

Ye Haolong stood in place, his body still trembling, seemingly prepared to go head-to-head with Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng charged forward first; just as he was about to execute his technique, he tripped over a wing-super, almost falling to the ground.

Was this Ye Haolong's doing?

Did he change the terrain conditions to make me trip?

Li Li Banfeng scanned the ground, not seeing any changes in the terrain.

The ground full of weeds suddenly loosened, scaring Li Li Banfeng into taking two steps back; Ye Haolong was also a bit nervous.

Poof!

A hand crawled out from the ground.

What is this? Ye Haolong's clone?

Dream-De also didn't know the origin of this hand; only seeing the mud constantly cracking, this arm stretched longer and longer, the fingers constantly crawling and feeling on the ground, bringing the whole body out of the mud.

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

He wore a gray cloth long gown, not thick, nor thin, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter,

it could be worn in any season.

The clothes were covered in mud, but he just patted them once, and they were as clean as new; one didn't know what fabric these clothes were made of.

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

Ye Haolong held the long sword, pointing at Li Li Banfeng and said: "Are you an accomplice of the People from Above? You came to find me, are you trying to kill me to silence me? Are you trying to cut off the roots of Puluo Continent?"

The man who crawled out of the dirt looked at Ye Haolong, was silent for more than a minute, and just said one word: "Scram!"

Ye Haolong was furious upon hearing this, put down the long sword, trembled with anger, and then left.

He just left like that?

This is his dream, and he didn't even dare to say another word?

The man looked at Li Li Banfeng, and after another minute, asked: "Want to kill?"

What does this mean?

Is he saying Li Li Banfeng wants to kill Ye Haolong?

In a fight, life and death are on the line, so one certainly wouldn't show mercy.

Wait, this question cannot be answered like that.

Li Li Banfeng remembered the old teapot's instructions: when sleeping in Pillow City, one cannot enter the city to kill, otherwise one will be punished by the local deity.

Is this man the local deity?

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

This statement was not false; Li Li Banfeng indeed didn't want to kill Ye Haolong.

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

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

This basically confirmed it; this person is the local deity.

The old teapot said that the local deity of Pillow City is a Lazy Cultivator; just looking at his attitude of being too lazy to say even one extra word, he was almost exactly the same as the Judge's Brush.

Li Li Banfeng explained patiently: "This is Ye Haolong's dream, I am restricted in every way, Ye Haolong has the advantage in every way; one move of 'Trample Wan Chuan' could not possibly kill Ye Haolong."

The man shook his head: "Not necessarily."

Li Li Banfeng smiled helplessly: "I really didn't want to kill him; a Dream Cultivator from Above wouldn't be that easy to kill; I just wanted to ask him some things."

"Ask!" The man's meaning was that he could ask him, and he could answer.

Li Li Banfeng said: "I want to ask if Ye Haolong has ever seen the peddler."

"Yes!" The man thought about how to describe it, but he was too lazy to think, and even lazier to speak; he thought of a good way.

In an open space ahead, the scene changed, turning into a small alley; a boy of about ten years old stood at the entrance of the alley, wearing a long gown, a small skullcap, and came before the peddler, raised his head, and said earnestly: "I want Wu Xiu medicine powder."

"Wu Xiu?" The peddler smiled, "Your physique is not suitable for Wu Xiu."

The boy said again: "Then I choose Literary Cultivation."

"Do you love reading?"

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

The peddler squatted down and looked at the boy: "Since you live in Pillow City, choose Dream Cultivation; sleep three seasons a year, all three seasons are good for cultivation."

The boy agreed; the peddler gave him a handful of medicine powder, carefully helping him apply it to his belly; the boy cried in pain, crying for a long time.

Li Li Banfeng said: "Is this the scene when he entered the Dao Sect?"

The man nodded: "Seen the peddler!"

Yes, he must have seen the peddler when entering the Dao Sect; this Lazy Cultivator local deity used the dream to present Ye Haolong's memory; this way, there was no need to speak or explain, and the scene was very intuitive.

He can use Dream Cultivation techniques, which proves that he likely has the cultivation base of a Dream Cultivator.

Li Li Banfeng sighed: "I estimate that he has only seen the peddler once in his life."

"No!" The Lazy Cultivator local deity waved his hand, and another dream scene appeared.

Ye Haolong, with white hair, stood at the entrance of the alley, seeing the peddler again.

The peddler's appearance hadn't changed; he looked at Ye Haolong and smiled: "Eighty years old?"

"Yes!" Ye Haolong nodded.

The peddler sighed: "Cultivating for seventy years, finally reached the ninth layer; it can be considered a successful completion of merit."

Under normal cultivation conditions, one layer of cultivation base is gained every ten years; Ye Haolong entered the Dao at ten, cultivated for seventy years, grew from the first layer to the ninth layer, promoted eight times; gaining one extra promotion in seventy years of time, this was the achievement of his life.

The peddler asked him: "Still want to promote?"

Ye Haolong nodded repeatedly.

"Want to go to the Inner Continent to be a servant?"

Ye Haolong shook his head.

"I'll point you a path; I have a friend named Zhao Zhao Lanmeng; I'll ask him to give you a piece of land, let you take the Clouds Above by force; you do some odd jobs for him, earn some popularity from him; do you think that's okay?"

Ye Haolong thanked him repeatedly.

So his cultivation base Above the Clouds was obtained with the peddler's help.

"Who is Zhao Zhao Lanmeng?"

The man raised his head with effort: "Me!"

With a name like that, could it be that he's even too lazy to dream?

Ye Haolong was able to rise from the ninth layer of the ground to the first layer Above the Clouds, relying on the peddler's recommendation and Zhao Zhao Lanmeng's help.

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "With Ye Haolong's strength, it seems impossible for him to have seen the duel between the peddler and the person from above."

"You mean this?" Zhao Zhao Lanmeng squatted on the ground; he was searching for Ye Haolong's memories in the layers of dreams.

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

It was still the same open space; the scene changed again; a person woke up from a dream in shock and rushed to the street.

This street looked familiar; it was the main street of Pillow City.

Li Li Banfeng saw the peddler pushing the cart, rushing from the street into the sky.

A strong light erupted above the sky; a blurry figure met the peddler in the strong light; after the strong light dissipated, the blurry figure was still there, the peddler had disappeared, and the peddler's cart was scattered all over the ground.

This is the duel? The duel between the peddler and the person from above?

The strong light rose again; the scene shook; it should be the perspective of Ye Haolong when he was fleeing.

There really is this memory!

Li Li Banfeng said in a daze: "He really saw it?"

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

Li Li Banfeng was worried he had fallen asleep and hurriedly asked: "If it wasn't something he saw with his own eyes, then where did this memory come from?"

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

"What compensation?"

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

At fifteen, Ye Haolong was bullied by several young people; he was a first-layer Dream Cultivator, wanted to use a technique,

because he was trembling with anger, the technique didn't work, and he was beaten up.

At twenty-two, Ye Haolong dueled with a Food Cultivator; according to the dream description, Ye Haolong at that time was a second-layer Dream Cultivator, and the Food Cultivator opposite had just reached the first layer.

Ye Haolong wanted to strike first, pulling the opponent into a dream; the opponent did indeed enter the dream, but Ye Haolong couldn't control the dream, and the opponent woke up again.

After waking up, the Food Cultivator ate two catties of dry rations and beat Ye Haolong up.

Dream-De whispered: "A second-layer Dream Cultivator can't control a dream; this person's talent is too mediocre."

At thirty-seven, Ye Haolong met mountain bandits on the road, wanted to act chivalrously, but his actions were too panicked,

was beaten by the mountain bandits, and barely saved his life.

At forty-six, Ye Haolong was at the fifth layer, dueled with a third-layer Martial Cultivator; the Martial Cultivator struck too fast, Ye Haolong couldn't respond in time, and was defeated again.

After promoting Above the Clouds, he encountered a sixth-layer Traveling Cultivator; because the opponent provoked him with words, Ye Haolong performed poorly and was severely injured by continuous 'Trample Wan Chuan'.

Being severely injured by a sixth-layer ground cultivator while Above the Clouds, this matter inevitably became a laughingstock.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng looked back at Li Li Banfeng: "Just now, were you going to kill him?"

Li Li Banfeng waved his hands repeatedly: "I really didn't have that intention."

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng's suspicion was well-founded; looking at Ye Haolong's past combat record, although it was in his dream just now, with his trembling-with-anger state, if Li Li Banfeng had sent out a 'Trample Wan Chuan', he really might have killed him.

Li Li Banfeng continued to look at Ye Haolong's combat record and gradually understood Zhao Zhao Lanmeng's meaning.

"Never won." Zhao Zhao Lanmeng sighed softly.

Cultivators Above the Clouds are all dragons and phoenixes among men, one-in-a-million talents.

But among talents, there are also mediocre ones; Ye Haolong is one of them.

In his lifetime of combat, one can hardly find a decent victory.

Li Li Banfeng said: "How did such a person rise Above the Clouds?"

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

This is the secret to Ye Haolong's success; he cultivated diligently all his life and never slacked off.

His physical fitness is not too good, but he is very durable; at the advanced age of eighty, he still maintains a good condition; relying on these two precious qualities, he finally made it Above the Clouds.

He longs for battle and conquest, longs to look down upon the heroes; as a cultivator Above the Clouds, he longs to obtain the status and respect he deserves.

But because he is not good at fighting, his past combat records are unbearable to look at, causing extreme imbalance in his heart, thus appearing this memory used for self-compensation.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng re-called Ye Haolong's memories and made some comparisons in front of Li Li Banfeng.

Like just now, every one of Ye Haolong's combat cases was very clear; although buried deep in his memory,

these memories will not disappear in this life.

But like the peddler being besieged, Ye Haolong beating back the bandits, receiving orders in a crisis—this is a typical memory compensation, because the images are a bit blurry, and the plot in the dream is a bit artificial.

As for the scene where Ye Haolong saw the duel between the peddler and the person from above, this memory looks slightly clearer, but there is still a gap compared to real memories; it can only be said that Ye Haolong put in quite a bit of effort when creating these memories.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng gathered strength for a long time and rarely said a relatively complete sentence: "They definitely didn't fight here."

This sentence gave the final conclusion.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng is the local deity; if this fierce battle between the peddler and the person from above had really happened in Pillow City,

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng couldn't possibly be unaware.

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

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

Without this duel, it meant the peddler had not encountered life-threatening danger; Li Li Banfeng was in a great mood.

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

Li Li Banfeng said: "Although the duel matter is cleared up, I still have to find the peddler as soon as possible."

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng didn't answer Li Li Banfeng's question; he looked at Li Li Banfeng and said: "Has talent."

"Saying I have talent?" Li Li Banfeng was stunned, "Are you talking about Dream Cultivation?"

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng nodded.

Li Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "I don't have any talent in Dream Cultivation; it's all thanks to Dream-De's help."

Li Li Banfeng called Dream-De out from his pocket watch; Dream-De bowed respectfully to Zhao Zhao Lanmeng.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng looked Dream-De over, shook his head and said: "No talent, just eats well."

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After waiting so hard for a complete evaluation, I didn't expect it to be this one; Dream-De was very disappointed,

but didn't dare to say more.

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

"Too stubborn, not flexible." This was his evaluation of the projector; it wasn't saying the projector really had no talent, but that it had no talent in his two Dao Sects.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng sensed the wine gourd again: "Too many thoughts, hurts the spirit."

This was not wrong; the wine gourd does things thoroughly; looking drunk all day, careless, actually its thoughts are quite meticulous.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng sensed the teapot: "Big ambition, should suffer."

He sensed the earrings again: "Doesn't fit the eye, a life of toil."

The earrings are responsible for guarding, and almost never rest most of the time.

"Deep resentment, hard to let go." This was about the pendulum.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng looked at the Tang Dao and gave a two-word evaluation: "Martialist."

A group of magic treasures were all asleep, and no one refuted.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng couldn't sense the gloves, because before the gloves fell asleep, they hid themselves.

But he sensed a presence that surprised him; he invaded the Judge's Brush's dream.

In the dream, the Judge's Brush was wrapped in a newspaper, sleeping.

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng's eyebrows twitched, and he entered the dream-within-a-dream of the Judge's Brush.

In the dream-within-a-dream, the Judge's Brush was wrapped in two newspapers, still sleeping.

"Great talent—" Zhao Zhao Lanmeng exclaimed.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Brush didn't know if it was dreaming or awake, and gave a response.

Li Li Banfeng said: "You've been watching for a long time, shouldn't you point me a path? Where can I find the peddler?"

Zhao Zhao Lanmeng took out a note, wrote two lines slowly, handed it to Li Li Banfeng, brewed for half an hour, and squeezed out a long string of words: "Go to Jiaqi River, find the peddler's sweetheart; don't say I told you to go,

after finding the peddler, come back to me; I want to exchange two moves with the person beside you."

PS: Is the peddler at his sweetheart's house?