Lord of Puluo

Li Banfeng sat on a chair, the shadow of his hat covering his face. new

The man named Luo Zhengnan in front of him told part of the truth and part of the lie.

It's easy to tell lies. He said he only brought two men with him, but in fact there were more than two.

Sun Xiaoan, the second helmsman of Yaowangtang, was selling groceries in the fort, but Luo Zhengnan did not tell him.

It’s hard to tell the truth, but there are a few things that are true.

He can sneak into Iron Gate Castle, and so can others.

Zhao Xiaowan, the house spirit, is obviously a magnet for bees and butterflies. Once the news spreads, Iron Gate Fort is destined to become Blood Gate Fort.

But what should we do?

It is not difficult to get rid of Luo Zhengnan, and it is not difficult to get rid of Jiang Xianggang, but Zhao Xiaowan is so strong that even the lady may not be her opponent, and it is not something that Li Banfeng can deal with at will.

After sitting in silence for a moment, Li Banfeng said to Luo Zhengnan, "I'd like to trouble you to come back in three days. I will give you an answer then."

"I'm waiting for your news." Luo Zhengnan stood up and left.

Li Banfeng warned: "Take all your people away, not just the two vegetable sellers. If you don't leave now, I will send them away later."

Luo Zhengnan was startled, but he didn't expect Li Banfeng to find other people. He once again cupped his fists and saluted, and walked out of the house first.

He walked around the street, and the three people who followed him understood what he meant, and each left Iron Gate Castle.

This is the relationship between smart people. The matter has been revealed and no one should be pretentious.

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Late at night, the gate of Baozi was closed, and Li Banfeng asked Wu Yongchao: "Do you know who Zhao Xiaowan is?"

"I know! Flying General Zhao Xiaowan can rule the country with a spear!" Wu Yongchao was very excited when talking about Zhao Xiaowan!

"When was she from?"

"People in ancient times, if you want to ask which dynasty and which generation, there is no evidence."

"How do you know this general? Isn't it from history books?"

"this……"

This is hard to explain.

Wu Yongchao went to school, but the school he attended did not teach history.

There is no place for systematic study of history in the entire Prefecture. Most of the history books are hidden in the hands of famous families. There are occasionally one or two on the market, which are not only extremely rare, but also difficult to distinguish the authenticity.

How did Wu Yongchao know Zhao Xiaowan?

The origin is more complicated.

The legendary Zhao Xiaowan was once a famous general of a certain dynasty in Puo Prefecture. She led tens of thousands of troops and defeated the Motu people who invaded Puo Prefecture. There are many stories about her that have been handed down.

There is Zhao Xiaowan in the stories of the storyteller, and there is also Zhao Xiaowan in the plays of the big and small theaters.

The masterpieces of famous dancers in the dance hall, the sour songs of Wayao girls, the famous novels serialized in newspapers, the storybooks of street stalls, wherever there are stories, there is Zhao Xiaowan.

"Zhao Xiaowan has superb martial arts skills and is stunningly beautiful. As long as she comes to the front of the battle, she will win the battle without having to fight."

Li Banfeng was startled: "How can we win without fighting?"

Wu Yongchao slapped the table, as if a storyteller had slapped someone on the wall, and said with concentration on his face: "Half of me was fascinated to death by Miss Zhao, and half of me was scared to death by General Zhao!"

Li Banfeng didn't know how to describe it.

Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't believe it, Wu Yongchao was unhappy.

To Wu Yongchao, Zhao Xiaowan was an existence that could not be blasphemed.

"Fortmaster, this is not nonsense. I have proof."

Li Banfeng's eyes lit up: "What evidence is there?"

"You wait."

Wu Yongchao returned to the house, and not long after, he ran back carrying a wicker box:

"Fortmaster, take a look."

He carefully opened the box. Inside, there were sixteen novels and more than fifty portraits divided into categories.

Li Banfeng unfolded a portrait and said, "Is this Zhao Xiaowan?"

Wu Yongchao nodded solemnly.

Li Banfeng flipped through more than fifty portraits one by one. There were more than fifty "Zhao Xiaowan" with different appearances, different makeup, different clothes and different postures.

"Is this the same person?"

Wu Yongchao said nothing, his expression was not right.

Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions. He realized that he had said the wrong thing.

For a homesteader like Wu Yongchao, there are some things that cannot be doubted.

Li Banfeng looked through them carefully for a long time, and finally found a common point in these paintings.

No matter in the boudoir or on the battlefield, no matter in military uniform or in beautiful clothes, all "Zhao Xiaowan" has a red-tasseled spear beside her.

"This is Xiaowan's weapon," Wu Yongchao introduced carefully. "The spear is one foot and two feet long, and the tip is seven inches and seven. The red tassel blows in the wind. Who can compete with the flying general?

Flying generals are here, Hongying is there, Hongying is there, thieves and bandits are frightened by the news, Zhao Xiaowan and Hongying Qiang never leave. "

"Good eloquence!" Li Banfeng praised. It was rare to see Wu Yongchao show off his eloquence.

Zhao Xiaowan and Hongying Gun never left each other.

Is this why she turned into a red tassel gun after her death?

Needless to say, among the more than fifty paintings, only this spear is painted with similar features.

The function of the picture scroll is limited to this. It is too difficult to judge Zhao Xiaowan's appearance through the picture scroll.

Li Banfeng looked at the dozen novels: "Can you lend me these books to read for two days?"

Wu Yongchao was a little embarrassed: "The owner of the castle is borrowing it. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be vague. I'm just afraid that the owner won't cherish it..."

"Don't worry, if the corners are broken or the pages are damaged, I'll give you a new one."

Wu Yongchao lowered his head and said: "These books are not easy to buy. The castle master should be more careful."

The book stayed and Wu Yongchao left.

Li Banfeng opened more than a dozen volumes of novels and read them one by one.

It must be said that the writing skills of these writers are quite good. He sat in the room and read for several hours without getting tired of them.

But the key information he was looking for was not mentioned in these books.

Li Banfeng could not find the dynasty that Zhao Xiaowan lived in, but only knew that she fought for Puozhou.

There was an emperor in Puzhou at that time, but he was only briefly mentioned in the novel.

The enemy she faced was called Moturen, and this was the part that Li Banfeng was most concerned about.

If Zhao Xiaowan was the madam's mortal enemy during her lifetime, then the madam was probably a demon.

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But after seeing the description of the Motu people in the book, it was difficult for Li Banfeng to associate his wife with them.

"The body is ten feet long, the waist is ten circumferences wide, the beard and hair are thick, and there is no distinction between male and female..."

Could it be that……

Li Banfeng shook off the shadow in his mind and continued to look for Zhao Xiaowan's ending in the book.

Among these sixteen novels, Zhao Xiaowan has three endings.

One ending is the most common. After Zhao Xiaowan defeated the demons, she was adopted by the emperor as an adopted daughter, became a princess, found a consort, and lived a happy life.

Nine novels have this ending, more than half of them.

The second ending is that the Motu people temporarily retreated, and Zhao Xiaowan stayed at the border and fought with the Motu people for a lifetime.

There are a total of six books using this ending. According to Li Banfeng's speculation, this is Wu Yongchao's favorite ending. The basis of the speculation is that these six books have been turned into pieces. The reason why Wu Yongchao likes it so much is probably because There is no consort in this ending.

The third ending is miserable. There are many watermarks on the paper, which should be the tears shed by Wu Yongchao.

Only one book uses this ending. It tells the story of Zhao Xiaowan, who after repelling the Motu people, shocked the emperor due to his outstanding achievements, was jealous of the court, was framed by Luo Zhi, and was even imprisoned and suffered humiliation and torture.

Then the Motu people fought again, and the emperor shamelessly asked Zhao Xiaowan to fight again. Zhao Xiaowan put her family and country first, went to fight again, and eventually died on the battlefield.

This ending is not a happy ending, and Li Banfeng believes that this may be closest to Zhao Xiaowan's real situation.

After putting away the novel, Li Banfeng returned to his home.

In the final analysis, the person who knows Zhao Xiaowan’s identity best is the lady.

There are some things that my wife doesn’t want to say, but there are things that I must ask my wife for confirmation.

Li Banfeng entered the residence, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Madam, have you ever heard of the name Zhao Xiaowan?"

Chichi~

The record player was silent for a moment and asked: "Mr. sir, why do you suddenly ask about this person?"

Li Banfeng told the truth: "I suspect that the fierce house spirit in the auxiliary building is Zhao Xiaowan."

Da da da, phew~

The lady played an adagio and sang slowly: "Hey, my husband, what do you want to do with that house spirit?"

Li Banfeng said: "I want to take that house spirit away."

"Accept it? How can my husband accept her?"

"I want to call her by name in person," Li Banfeng told his plan, "I am a house repairer. If I say her name in person, as long as she doesn't resist, it will be equivalent to reaching a contract with me. As long as the house repairs... If I don’t object, he will become my house spirit.”

Chichi~

The lady smiled and said: "My husband, does he dislike me? Do you want to recognize her as the spirit of the house?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "I recognized her as the spirit of the house and brought her back to the house. We, husband and wife, can definitely kill her if we work together."

"Why did my husband want to kill her?"

Li Banfeng said: "Because she is my wife's enemy, this revenge must be avenged. While I am still in Iron Gate Castle, I can help my lady fulfill her wish."

Chichi~

The fire was blazing and the steam was swirling. The record player turned its horn and stared at Li Banfeng.

She was observing whether Li Banfeng told the truth.

Li Banfeng was indeed telling the truth.

He wanted to take Zhao Xiaowan in. On the one hand, he didn't want this house spirit to cause trouble, and on the other hand, he really wanted to avenge his wife.

No matter how relieved the lady appears, the murder must be avenged.

The lady was silent for a long time, the loudspeaker swaying left and right.

The needle was placed on the record, and a tender song of "Honey Beloved" slowly played.

The lady sang and said (she had two trays):

"My dear husband, I am very grateful to you for having such kindness. I entrust this life to you and will serve you willingly for the rest of my life.

But now is not the time to take revenge. The spirit is blind and deaf. Even if her husband reads her name, how can she hear it?

Moreover, it was a consensual process for the house spirit to recognize her master. The house spirit was very resentful. If she was not careful and offended her, the husband would not be able to escape unscathed. "

Li Banfeng said: "The owner of the house spirit has just died. I went to take her in while her heart was empty. Wouldn't it be the right time?"

Chichi~

The record player laughed: "My husband said this, but it made the slave jealous. Even if the bitch is willing to agree, my husband and the auxiliary building have not yet agreed, so he may not be able to bring the bitch out.

My husband, you are Xiaonu’s sweetheart. If you make any mistake, Xiaonu will not want to live alone in the world. Let’s put this matter aside for now. "

The lady wants to let it go, but can Jiang Xiangbang let it go?

Li Banfeng sighed and left his home.

"Hahahahaha!" A burst of hearty laughter suddenly came from the sixth room.

"Bitch, what are you laughing at?" the record player yelled angrily.

Guren laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, and her whole body was covered with dew.

…

Jiang Xianggang couldn't let it go, but Luo Zhengnan could.

He is not as stubborn as Xiao Zhenggong.

His idea was that if the fort owner was willing to sell Zhao Xiaowan, he would pay for it. If the fort owner was unwilling to sell, the matter would be over and he would just treat his visit as a waste.

He is an open-minded person, he just tries his best, but he is determined not to go to extreme lengths.

But He Jiaqing is not so open-minded.

The fortune teller sent him news that Luo Zhengnan had sneaked into Iron Gate Fort.

"No, Luo Zhengnan is someone who can get things done!" He Jiaqing immediately became nervous, "We can't wait any longer, Lao Wan, go to Donggang Village and find a man named Han Juncheng.

He is a sixth-grade house cultivator. You should find a way to bring him into Iron Gate Fort and bring Zhao Xiaowan out. "

The fortune teller was a little worried: "Zhao Xiaowan is not an ordinary person. It is probably not safe enough to build a six-story house alone."

He Jiaqing said: "I know it's not safe, so I haven't asked him to take action, but now the situation is urgent and I can't take care of so much.

Han Juncheng has an arrogant nature, his words are annoying, and he has little experience in doing things. You should be accommodating to him.

He is the secret child I have hidden for many years, and he will be of great use in the future. Don't argue with him about small things, and take care of him when it comes to big things. After the matter is completed, take your things and leave Puozhou immediately. He will still stay in Iron Gate Fort. "

PS: Why is Guren laughing?