Black Fairy, the master is a female ghost

At this time, Lu Xunhuan had already quietly reached Tongmu Pass.

On the mountain next to the Tongmu Pass, he hid among the grass and trees, observing the surrounding terrain and the enemy's troop deployment.

It is not easy to cross here, whether from the Zhou Kingdom or the Eastern Yan Kingdom.

It can be said that one man can hold the pass against ten thousand men.

Moreover, there are many stones in the gate, so it is very easy to collect them.

If they attack by force, along the narrow and steep road, the enemy won't even need arrows, they can use stones to make it difficult for the attackers to move forward.

Moreover, the gate was closed and the soldiers of Zhou State were guarding it very strictly, closely watching every move in the direction of Dongyan.

Of course, it is impossible for the gate to accommodate 200,000 people.

Last week, the national army retreated here and left 10,000 soldiers to guard the pass according to its maximum capacity.

The rest of the soldiers went down the mountain and set up a long camp along the valley below.

The camp is so long that you can’t see the end of it at a glance.

On the hillside opposite the valley, there are several outposts, from which you can directly see the pass.

As soon as Dong Yan attacks, a signal will be sent out from the mountain.

The sentry tower will send a notification to the garrison, and the garrison will continue to send reinforcements to the pass.

After watching for a long time, Lu Xunhuan left.

At noon, he quietly returned to the county town and hid in an inn.

When Noila Mo saw him coming back, she quickly stepped forward and asked, “What happened?”

Lu Xun Huan sat down and said, "I asked you to investigate, but you just stayed in the inn to investigate?"

Noila Mo picked up the teapot and poured him tea.

"The families on the list who were suspected of having found dragon bones have already been investigated by the government and the royal family, but nothing has been found."

"Even if they did hide it, how can I get them to tell the truth?"

Lu Xun Huan took a sip of tea and said, "It's really difficult. I know Lu Chenglong's brother, and I can probably coax him."

"But how do you comfort those people you don't know?"

Noila Mo asked again, “How’s Tongmu Pass?”

Lu Xun Huan said, "That place is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we attack by force, even if a million soldiers die, we may not be able to capture it."

He put down his teacup. "I had hoped that the baggage train would arrive so I could use some of the weapons to break through the barrier, but now it seems those weapons can't get through at all."

He stood up and said, "Yanbei, give me three days to come up with a plan. There are still two and a half days left. Let's not think about seizing the pass first. Let's think about the dragon bone first."

Noila Mo didn't say anything else. She had no choice but to let Lu Xunhuan figure it out.

Once you've made up your mind, tell her and she'll do it.

Just as Lu Xunhuan was thinking hard, the voice of the captain who had previously guarded the city with Lu Xunhuan suddenly came from outside.

"Sir, he should be staying at this inn."

Then, Lu Xunhuan heard another voice asking the waiter, "Which room does the great writer Lu Chenglong live in?"

The clerk was obviously confused: "The great writer lives in our store?"

Then he denied it, saying, "Impossible. There is no name of a great writer in my registration."

The captain said, "My soldiers told me that he lives here. Could it be true? Take us there and show us room by room."

The clerk replied, "Yes, my lords."

Lu Xun Huan opened the door and walked out: "What are you making so much noise for? Come here."

What he meant was not to shout and let others hear that Lu Chenglong lived here.

Will he be able to live there when there are so many people?

Moreover, he didn't want too many people to know him, after all, he was the fake Lu Chenglong.

The captain smiled happily when he saw him.

He immediately understood and quickly pulled another person over: "My friend, go sit down first."

The two of them quickly entered the door. After it closed, the captain bowed to Lu Xunhuan and said, "Greetings, great writer."

Lu Xun Huan gestured for both of them to sit down: "Don't be so polite, sit down."

The other person was about to salute.

But judging from Lu Xunhuan's expression, he probably didn't want to make it public.

So he didn't bow and sat down quickly.

Lu Xunhuan said to Noila Mo, “Bring me a teacup.”

After giving Mo Xiaoqian instructions, he asked the captain, "Is there anything wrong?"

The captain smiled and said, "The Lord wants to see you."

The other man then bowed and said in a low voice, "Tongmu County Magistrate, I pay my respects to the great writer."

Lu Xun Huan then realized that the visitor was the magistrate of Tongmu County.

He also saluted and asked: "What instructions does the county magistrate have for you?"

The county magistrate said quickly, "I dare not, I dare not, I am here to ask for advice."

He took out a scroll of bamboo slips and pushed it to Lu Xunhuan.

"We are compiling the Tongmu County Chronicles, and you are the biggest figure in the history of our county."

"So I have come to ask the great writer to write a few words for the county annals."

When Lu Xunhuan heard this, he realized that this was the case.

He unfolded the bamboo slips, and they were empty, without a single word on them.

Obviously, the county magistrate specially brought a roll of blank bamboo slips for him to leave his calligraphy.

Lu Xunhuan rolled up the bamboo slips again.

"I haven't seen a single word about the county annals, and I don't know how to write it. Could you give me a rough idea of ​​what they contain?"

The county magistrate said: "It mainly concerns the historical development, human geography, climate and products of our county."

"Great writer, everyone has already written you into the county annals."

Lu Xun Huan said, "According to the results of the provincial examination, I only passed the imperial examination. I can't be considered the greatest figure in the history of Tongmu County, right?"

The county magistrate stroked his beard and said, "According to your current official position, you are certainly not the highest."

"But great writer, your literary talent is unrivaled in ancient and modern times, and can be said to be the best in the history of Dongyan."

"Besides, you defeated the enemy and made great contributions. The Second Prince saw it with his own eyes and will definitely take you to Longzhou City."

"Perhaps, he will become a general or a prime minister in the future. That will be the glory of our entire Tongmu County."

Lu Xunhuan waited for him to finish his long conversation before turning the conversation back to the dragon bones.

He said, "It is said that forty years ago, flames shot up from the sky and countless fireballs fell into our county. Is this recorded in the county annals?"

The county magistrate said quickly, "It's written, it's written. It's a sign of good fortune sent down from heaven. It took years for this sign to germinate, and only then did Tongmu County produce a great writer who is famous throughout the country."

Lu Xunhuan nodded in pretended satisfaction.

"Let me think about what to write for the county annals first. Let's chat first and tell you something about our county that I don't know about."

He added: "For example, many dragon bones fell that year. Did anyone pick them up? Did anyone get rich?"

The county magistrate said, "A lot of dragon bones did fall down at that time. The royal family confiscated most of them, but the people may still have a small part hidden."

"Whether others have become successful or not is not very obvious. The most obvious thing is that a great writer has emerged."

Lu Xun Huan asked, "The dragon bones bring down auspicious energy. For such a significant event, doesn't our county have anything to preserve?"

The magistrate said, "Yes, an object was dug out, but it wasn't a dragon bone."

"Our county collected it and examined it for a long time, but no one knows what it is. It is still stored in the county government warehouse."

Lu Xun Huan touched it and asked, "Could it be a piece of stick?"

The county magistrate shook his head: "No, it's golden and looks more like a headband."

"But... the dragon bones have landed, so it might be the arrival of a divine dragon..."

"A headband... could it be that it was used to imprison a dragon?"

When Lu Xunhuan heard that there was a headband, he was secretly surprised.

He unfolded the scroll again and said, "There's also a headband. I've never heard of it before. Take me to see what it is later."

The county magistrate nodded and said, "Okay, when is the great writer free?"

Lu Xun Huan said, "Why not go now?"

The magistrate stood up and said, "Okay, go now, or you'll be busy in a couple of days and won't have time."

Lu Xunhuan stood up and said to Noila Mo, "You take a rest first. The county magistrate and I will go to the warehouse to check it out."

Several people left the room and passed by the counter.

The man asked, "Sir, have you found the great writer?"

Lu Xun Huan said: "Shouldn't I take them to look for him? How can the whereabouts of the great writer be exposed? Don't ask questions if you shouldn't."

After leaving the inn and walking onto the street, Lu Xunhuan said to the county magistrate, "My fellow villagers live in Tongmu County. You should work hard to ensure that they live a good life. I will make a name for myself in Longzhou City in the future..."

He only spoke half of the sentence.

But the county magistrate certainly understood what he meant.

If the county magistrate does a good job, he will be promoted when Lu Chenglong becomes a high-ranking official in Longzhou City in the future.

The county magistrate was overjoyed: "I will do my best."

Beside Lu Xunhuan, the captain whispered, "Great writer, what about me?"

Lu Xun Huan turned and looked at him. "I would like to recommend the position of Sima of Nanjun City to the Second Prince."

The captain smiled happily: "In that case, thank you very much."

After a while, the three of them arrived at the county government warehouse.

The county magistrate brought the two men to the golden headband and said, "Great writer, look."

Lu Xunhuan picked up the golden hoop. Although he showed no emotion on the surface, he was ecstatic in his heart.

He pretended to look at it for a while and said, "It's really a bit weird. Can you allow me to study it carefully?"

The county magistrate immediately agreed: "Leave it here. None of us can understand it. You can take it, great writer."

Lu Xun Huan nodded and put the golden hoop on his body: "I suddenly thought of what to write for the county annals."

The county magistrate said hurriedly, "Let's go, let's get some writing materials."

The three of them hurried to the county government office.

The county magistrate quickly found pen and ink and spread the bamboo slips in front of Lu Xunhuan.

Lu Xunhuan said, "Tongmu Pass has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes and witnessed countless battles. How many heroes have emerged, and how many heroes have been buried in the dust."

He wrote with a flourish.

"The rolling Yan River flows eastward, its waves wash away all heroes, success and failure are all in vain, the green mountains remain, the sunsets turn red again and again."

He only wrote these few sentences.

Beside him, the county magistrate and the captain were both stunned.

He is truly a great writer, and his works are extraordinary.

Just a few sentences are written casually, and the majestic and historical vicissitudes are vividly expressed.

They couldn't come up with it even if they racked their brains.