Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1161 580: Lazy Dream_5

Zhao Lanmeng brought out Ye Haolong's memories once more and made some comparisons in front of Li Banfeng.

Just like before, each battle memory of Ye Haolong was very clear. Although buried deep in his memory, these memories would not disappear in this lifetime.

But the memory of the peddler being ambushed, Ye Haolong repelling the bandits, and receiving orders in crisis... was a typical memory compensation. Because the scenes are a bit blurry, and the events in the dream seem somewhat contrived.

As for the memory of Ye Haolong witnessing the decisive battle between the peddler and the heavenly people, this segment looked slightly clearer, yet compared to a genuine memory, there's still a gap. It can only be said that Ye Haolong put considerable effort into creating these memories.

Zhao Lanmeng, having accumulated strength for a long time, finally said a comparatively complete sentence: "They definitely didn't fight here."

This sentence offered the final conclusion.

Zhao Lanmeng is a local deity, and if the fierce battle between the peddler and heavenly people truly happened in Pillow City, it would be impossible for Zhao Lanmeng to be unaware.

This was equivalent to informing Li Banfeng that the so-called fierce battle didn't exist.

Thanks to Zhao Lanmeng's guidance, otherwise, no matter how much Li Banfeng questioned, Ye Haolong would still believe that this self-fabricated memory was real.

Without this decisive battle, it meant the peddler was not faced with mortal danger, and Li Banfeng felt very happy.

"Let's go." Zhao Lanmeng led Li Banfeng out of the dream, returning to Ye Haolong's bedroom.

Li Banfeng said, "Although we've clarified the matter of the decisive battle, I still must quickly find the peddler."

Zhao Lanmeng didn't answer Li Banfeng's question, but he looked at Li Banfeng and said, "You have talent."

"Are you saying I have talent?" Li Banfeng was taken aback, "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. It's all thanks to Meng De's assistance."

Li Banfeng summoned Meng De from the pocket watch, and Meng De respectfully saluted Zhao Lanmeng.

Zhao Lanmeng sized up Meng De and shook his head, saying, "Not much talent, just eats well."

Having waited so long for a full evaluation, unexpectedly it was this sentence, Meng De felt disappointed but dared not say more.

Zhao Lanmeng glanced at Li Banfeng's pocket, sensing the projector, and he saw the projector's dream realm.

"Too stubborn, not adaptable." That was his evaluation of the projector, not that the projector truly lacked talent, but it lacked talent within its two Taoist sects.

Zhao Lanmeng then sensed the wine gourd: "Too many thoughts, exhausts the mind."

This statement wasn't wrong, as the wine gourd was thorough in its affairs, appearing perpetually drunk and carefree, but actually, its mind is rather meticulous.

Zhao Lanmeng sensed the teapot: "Ambitious, deserves hardship."

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

The earrings were responsible for vigilance, hardly resting during most times.

"Deep resentment, hard to let go." This referred to the clock pendulum.

Zhao Lanmeng looked at the Tang Sword and gave a two-word evaluation: "Martial Artist."

The group of magical treasures was all asleep; no one refuted.

Zhao Lanmeng couldn't sense the gloves because the gloves hid themselves before falling asleep.

But he sensed an existence that surprised him, as he invaded the Judge's Pen's dream realm.

In sleep, the Judge's Pen was wrapped in newspaper, sleeping.

Zhao Lanmeng's brows twitched as he entered the Judge's Pen's dream within a dream.

In the dream within a dream, the Judge's Pen wrapped in two newspapers, still asleep.

"Great talent..." Zhao Lanmeng exclaimed in awe.

"Humph!" Judge's Pen responded with a huff, unknown if it was dreaming or awake.

Li Banfeng said, "You've been watching for quite a while; shouldn't you show me a path to find the peddler?"

Zhao Lanmeng took out a note, slowly wrote two lines, handed it to Li Banfeng, and after pondering for a large part of an hour, he squeezed out a long string of words: "Go to Jiaoqi River, find the peddler's lover, don't say I sent you,

once you find the peddler, come to me again, I want to exchange moves with the person by your side."

PS: Is the peddler perhaps at the lover's house?