Husband Sings, Wife Follows

Is this man the lord of Iron Gate Fort Fortress?

He ordered me to lead men to attack Iron Gate Fort?

What was he thinking?

What exactly is he trying to do?

He Zhenlei was conflicted.

The knocked-out tooth is still on the bed.

When they pushed open the door, they found that all the guards were gone, neither alive nor dead.

He Zhenlei was terrified and stayed in bed all night, unable to sleep.

The next day at dawn, he led his men down the mountain and went to Iron Gate Fort.

He figured it out.

This person must have killed Little Pockmarked and taken his place as the lord of the fortress.

He and Zhou Anju probably shared the same idea: to use the power of Flying Eagle Mountain to intimidate the House Cultivator in Iron Gate Fort so that he could make a fortune from it.

However, his method was somewhat rough.

Regardless, the fact that he managed to get to Flying Eagle Mountain and act so ruthlessly shows he's a capable person. We can't afford to offend someone like that. Let's do as he says and go to Iron Gate Fort.

More than a hundred bandits, led by He Zhenlei, arrived at the gate of Iron Gate Fort, where a group of House Cultivator ready for battle.

Needless to say, the House Cultivator of Iron Gate Fort are far superior to the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain in terms of strength.

But they hadn't fought many battles, and seeing such a large-scale battle, the House Cultivator were very nervous.

The keeper, who was on lookout on the platform, kept banging gongs and drums to warn the House Cultivator. Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Yongchao, tell them to stop messing around. The people are right in front of us. What's the point of warning them?"

Tell the brothers in the boiler room to get ready. When they storm the gate, immediately release steam and scald them to death one by one!

Everyone else, grab your weapons! If the gate falls, we'll fight a street battle inside the fortress. Show your skills; it's time to get serious!

Wu Yongchao relayed the message, and all the House Cultivator were ready.

Chief He Zhenlei arrived at the gate and shouted, "Friends of Iron Gate Fort, we've been neighbors for so many years, and we've always kept to ourselves!"

But you've repeatedly caused trouble for my Flying Eagle Mountain. You were in the wrong first, so you can't blame me, He, for being unethical.

I'm giving you three days to raise ten thousand silver dollars and send it to me on the mountain. If you're short even a penny, don't blame me for being ruthless and killing you all without leaving a trace!

Withdraw!"

After saying that, He Zhenlei led his men away.

He left!

Li Banfeng was furious!

That evening, he went up Flying Eagle Mountain again.

He Zhenlei thought the matter was resolved and he could finally get a good night's sleep, but Li Banfeng entered the room, dragged him off the bed, and beat him severely on the ground.

He Zhenlei was a third-level martial arts cultivator, and in front of Li Banfeng, he really had no room to resist.

If he dared to fight, he could actually put up a couple of moves, but the key is that he really doesn't dare.

Li Banfeng wore Zhou Anju's belt, and his imposing presence was far more intimidating than Zhou Anju had been back then.

"What exactly do you want?" He Zhenlei really didn't know how to communicate with this fortress lord.

"What?" Li Banfeng punched He Zhenlei in the face. "I told you to lead the troops to attack Iron Gate Fort, and you didn't even lift a finger, just made a few idle remarks and left? You dare to mess with me? Who gave you the guts?"

"Friend, I'm doing as you said, to scare them..."

"Who are you calling a friend? Who the hell are you trying to scare?" Li Banfeng slapped He Zhenlei again. "Let me tell you, bring your troops back tomorrow and fight for real. Use all your strength you have. If you dare to mess with me again, I'll hang your head on your mountain tomorrow."

Li Banfeng left, He Zhenlei, with a bruised and swollen face, sat on the bed, just sitting there blankly all night.

The next day, he led his men to Iron Gate Fort again. This time, he didn't dare to play dumb and directly led his men to charge into the fortress.

There are three main methods of deceiving cultivators. The first method is that as long as you don't take action, the deception seems genuine.

Now He Zhenlei has made his move.

More than a hundred bandits rushed toward the gate. They had no weapons to attack the gate, nor any magical treasures or Spiritual Object to offer, so they simply led their men to charge in.

The second method of deceiving cultivators is that as long as the act is not seen, the deception is also real.

Now all the House Cultivator have seen it: the bandits rushed to the door, scalded by the steam, and cried out in agony. Even if they weren't burned to death, they couldn't do anything to the iron door.

He tricked others into practicing the third method, and although his actions were seen by others, as long as they couldn't understand it, his cultivation level remained genuine.

Now, even House Cultivator can understand it clearly.

More than a hundred bandits charged once, and more than thirty died. If it weren't for the chieftain's presence, they would have scattered.

Flying Eagle Mountain is only at this level; their attempt to deceive people into repairing it has backfired.

For so many years, Flying Eagle Mountain has dominated the area not because of its real abilities, but because of the contrast provided by Iron Gate Fort.

Everyone knows that Iron Gate Fort is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and its strength is considerable.

Everyone knew that Iron Gate Fort was willing to be oppressed by Flying Eagle Mountain and dared not put up any resistance.

Everyone thought that Flying Eagle Mountain was far stronger than Iron Gate Fort.

Today the lie has been completely exposed.

Seeing that the bandits from Flying Eagle Mountain dared not attack the gate again, Li Banfeng directly ordered, "Open the gate and go out to fight."

All eight large iron gates opened with a whooshing sound, and Li Banfeng led more than a hundred House Cultivator out.

On their first charge, Li Banfeng was uncertain, and House Cultivator Xiu was even more uncertain. Many of them had not left the fortress for years, and when they arrived outside the iron gate, they couldn't even tell which way was which.

Despite the disordered formation and scattered techniques, the fourth-floor House Cultivator remained relatively calm, employing the "Golden House Hides Beauty a golden house" technique to send Clay Figure, Stone Man, and paper figures charging forward.

The House Cultivator on the first and second floors relied entirely on their physical talents to fight, charging straight in.

The three-story House Cultivator, realizing that the tactics were not as planned, panicked and used the "Homesickness Like An Arrow" technique, turning around and trying to run home.

The first battle of these more than one hundred House Cultivator was not fought well; they barely managed to demonstrate less than 30% of their strength.

Even with only 30% of their strength, they easily drove back the bandits.

These bandits had combat experience, but their activities were limited to bullying uneducated civilians.

He Zhenlei led his soldiers ahead, while the bandits followed behind, crying and shouting.

The House Cultivator, their eyes bloodshot, grabbed their weapons and gave chase.

Li Banfeng pushed the windmill record player, blasting battle songs, and led House Cultivator forward.

"The flag is fluttering, the horses are neighing, guns are on our shoulders, swords are at our waists, our blood is boiling like a raging tide..."

This battle song is very effective in boosting morale, and the Wife's singing can gather the souls of the dead.

The souls of the slain bandits gathered around the record player, and Li Banfeng seized an opportunity to send them all into Portable Abode.

The Wife ate heartily, He Zhenlei fled in a miserable state, with almost all of his men perishing.

Back at Flying Eagle Mountain, after taking a headcount, including the subordinates guarding the mountain gate and the servants, there were still more than seventy people left on the mountain.

He Zhenlei sighed deeply, realizing that this business was probably impossible to continue.

After this battle, Flying Eagle Mountain's reputation was completely ruined.

What I can do now is rest on the mountain for a while, and then find another place to make a living.

But Li Banfeng didn't give him a chance to rest; he came again that very night.

"You played well today, so lead the team to continue the fight tomorrow."

"Still want to hit me?" He Zhenlei knelt down with a thud. "Lord of the Fortress, I call you Grandpa. I can't hit you anymore. Please spare my life!"

Li Banfeng slapped He Zhenlei across the face. "You're not going to hit me, are you? Don't you miss Xiao Mazi? Shall I take you to see him?"

He Zhenlei cried, "Grandpa, I'll hit you! How do you want me to hit you? How can I hit you so you'll spare my life?"

This attitude was acceptable, and Li Banfeng agreed. As long as he fought with all his might tomorrow, the matter would be settled.

He Zhenlei agreed, and Li Banfeng took out a piece of white paper and said, "Write a contract so I don't have to come looking for you again."

This matter still needs to be documented in a contract...

He Zhenlei picked up his pen, thought for a long time, and didn't know how to write.

Li Banfeng slapped him across the face. "Write it! Can't you read?"

"I, I really..." He Zhenlei cried uncontrollably.

Li Banfeng slapped him again. "Cry! Cry harder! Writing while crying shows more sincerity!"

He Zhenlei left at dawn the next day.

He didn't know what it meant to give it his all, but he knew that if he didn't go, the Lord of the Fortress would definitely not let him off the hook.

The House Cultivator saw through Flying Eagle Mountain's strength and abandoned their defenses this time, launching an attack as soon as they stepped out. The battle lasted for more than ten minutes, and Flying Eagle Mountain was completely wiped out.

He Zhenlei was killed by Wu Yongchao. When he died, he didn't seem to be in too much pain. There seemed to be a sense of relief on his face.

Li Banfeng was very satisfied with the performance of the House Cultivator. He paid for Wu Yongchao to buy ingredients and hold a celebration banquet tonight.

Upon returning to Portable Abode, Li Banfeng was enveloped in a warm cloud of steam.

"Hey, my husband, ever since I took the Profound Essence Pill, Little Slave 've been feeling a bit weak. But now that you've bought so many crisp and refreshing ingredients, Little Slave feel much stronger. It's time for us to make love to each other."

"I'm ready." Li Banfeng smiled calmly and stuck his head into the horn.

Half an hour later, Li Banfeng, his face flushed, wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down next to the record player, listening to his Wife sing "The Four Seasons Song".

Spring arrives and greenery fills the windows.

The young woman embroiders mandarin ducks by the window.

The scenery of the Deep Mansion is beautiful.

Husband sings, wife follows; love endures!

The House Cultivator!

Li Banfeng burst into laughter.

He went to the Fifth Chamber first, and at the end of the room, he found the entrance to the sixth room.

Hiss~

The Red Lotus rustled, sending blessings to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng smiled knowingly and moved Red Lotus into the Sixth Room.

Red Lotus felt that she would never be able to become the main wife in her life.

I'm afraid even the second wife won't be able to go back.

Back in the main house, Li Banfeng asked his Wife, "The Deep Mansion Technique is to take Wife strength outside the house. I wonder what kind of strength Wife want me to take outside?"

Sizzle~

The record player played a slow melody. "My dear husband, your cultivation has just reached the fifth level, which is already quite high among all living beings."

But I'm not Little Slave, my Little Slave can't use many of my tricks yet.

Cultivation must be done step by step. Let me teach you to sing first, my Little Slave; this is Little Slave specialty.

Li Banfeng knew that his Wife had a very good singing voice. If she could learn this technique, she wouldn't have to push the windmill record player around anymore.

"Wife, let's learn that song 'Pretending to be Serious,' I like that song."

The record player taught him line by line, and Li Banfeng sang line by line.

After singing for half an hour, the Wife's breathing became a little rapid.

Whoosh~ hiss~

"My lord, please stop singing now, Little Slave heart aches."

Li Banfeng was taken aback. "Wife, do you think your husband's singing is bad?"

"My husband sings very well, it's just that the voice..." The record player replied reluctantly, "It's not my husband's fault, perhaps the song 'Pretending to be Serious' is not suitable for him."

Li Banfeng stood up and said, "Singing alone is really not suitable for me, but I can dance. I'll dance a song for my Wife..."

Seeing Li Banfeng dancing, the Wife was in a bad mood. "Husband, don't dance, husband, put down the Feather Duster first..."

Looking at her husband, Xiao Nu felt a pang of pain in her heart. "My Little Slave," she said, "We'll learn a different song another day. This song is truly unsuitable for a man."

You have mastered the five levels of skill. When you perform these skills, you must keep Little Slave singing voice in mind.

If my husband's thoughts are correct, then he will naturally sing correctly.

"If you think it right, you can sing it right..." Li Banfeng seemed to understand something, picked up Feather Duster and said, "Wife, I'll sing it again while dancing. If there's anything wrong, Wife point it out."

"Don't rush, another day, my lord, another day..."

The next day, Li Banfeng left his Portable Abode and was strolling around the fort when he suddenly noticed that the fort was unusually quiet.

Wu Yongchao approached Li Banfeng and said, "Master, none of the vendors came today, not a single one."

Li Banfeng asked, "Is it because of the fighting these past two days that they're scared?"

Wu Yongchao said, "Yesterday I went to the market to buy food and drinks to prepare for the victory celebration banquet. I told all the vendors that the matter was over, and they even agreed to come and do business with me today."

Li Banfeng stood in front of the iron gate, looking at the empty road ahead, and seemed to smell a familiar scent.

I had smelled this smell before in front of Yu Nan's cloth shop.

"Tell the people in the fort to be on high alert and not to go out easily in the next two days."

Wu Yongchao asked, "Should we close the main gate?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "We can't close the door. If we close it, it will be difficult to open it again. Let's call a few fourth-level House Cultivator over and have some fun with these bastards."

P. S.: Actually, Ban Feng's singing wasn't bad, it's just that his voice was too alluring.