Old Ye walked out of the mansion's door. The threshold was very high and he needed to jump over it. There were no guards at the door, but Old Ye knew that there were many death warriors of the Dragon Protector Clan in the dark. These people should be strong.
At least, Zhao Ba, who was beside Zhao Chuan, was not a simple person. At least, he smelled danger from him. He looked at the red wooden door and the ferocious golden beast head ring shining with golden light.
It was just like Zhao Chuan's eyes.
He knew that his first step had failed. Zhao Chuan had failed this step. He had to either give up the protection of Prince Jingyang or take out a bigger bargaining chip than the Earth Dragon Fruit.
Old Ye's thoughts were a bit complicated. Apart from the Earth Dragon Fruit, he couldn't find anything better. "Divination, divination, you can't be free!" A voice suddenly came into his ear.
Old Ye saw a middle-aged Daoist with a shabby eight trigrams flag spread on the table. His right hand was holding his toes. He looked like a charlatan.
"Teacher, let's have a divination! You can't be free. " Old Ye found that the Daoist's eyes fell on him. He told himself that he couldn't believe this charlatan.
"Teacher, are you worried about the rise and fall of your clan?" Old Ye's footsteps stopped. His figure flashed and he was already standing in front of the Daoist. His eyes were like torches, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"How do you know?" Old Ye looked at the Daoist's dodging body and asked. Not many people knew about this. How could this Daoist be so accurate?
"Heaven and your heart told me together." The Daoist pointed his right hand at the sky and then at Old Ye. He said frivolously.
"Divination." Old Ye sat down in front of the Daoist. The Daoist stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger. Old Ye was surprised. Was this the Daoist's latest divination method? How come he had never heard of it?
"Give me money!" The Daoist saw Ye Laosan's silly look and shouted loudly. Ye Laosan was angry. Just now, he was looked down upon by Zhao Chuan. Now, he was humiliated by this Daoist. If this spread out, where would his face go?
He raised his hand and a cyclone gathered in his palm. "Don't be impatient. Divination requires money. Don't worry, I'm very accurate." The Daoist Priest's right hand touched Ye Lao San's palm and his inner force dissipated. Ye Lao San withdrew his hand and sat upright.
"Master, how much is a divination?" Old Ye could only suppress his temper. The Daoist in front of him was an expert. He was about to cry in his heart. Why were all the Daoists he met so powerful? What kind of bad luck did he have?
"A fortune is worth a thousand taels of gold, but since we are fated to meet, I'll grant you a thousand taels of silver!" The Daoist scratched his toes and was somewhat dissatisfied. He took off his shoes and placed them on the table. The smell of his feet was overwhelming.
Old Ye smelled it and almost spat out the food he ate last night. He used his internal energy to seal his nose, but the price of the Daoist priest made him angry and annoyed. Did he think that one thousand taels of silver was a small amount of money?
"Daoist Master, I didn't bring that much money when I went out. Can you make an exception? Next time, I'll pay you double." Being looked down upon by the Daoist Master, Ye Lao San couldn't say anything.
Swallowing humiliation was his only choice when facing a stronger opponent.
"Empty words have no proof. This poor Daoist does not believe in the world.
Promises are like the wind. If it comes, you can feel it, but can you catch it? "The Daoist Master's expression was somewhat sad. He used his hand to grab the air a few times.
"Daoist Master's words are good! How about this, I'll write a contract. " Old Ye clenched his teeth and could only open his mouth. If he went back to the Ye family and asked them for a thousand taels of silver, he would probably be laughed at.
"Alright." After saying that, the Daoist Master took out a piece of paper and a brush from under the table. The ink was still wet. "Write!" The Daoist Master's eyes were full of expectation. Old Ye used his left hand to write the contract.
"Daoist Master, it's done." Old Ye spent a lot of effort to finish writing the contract. After putting down the brush, the Daoist Master took the paper and carefully looked at it. "Alright, if you don't go back, I will go to the Song capital's Ye family and have a good talk with you." The Daoist Master revealed his origin, which made Old Ye trust him even more.
"Daoist Master, can you give advice to my Ye family?" Old Ye's tone was somewhat pleading. "This matter is simple. Since you want that person to think highly of you, then you just need to get what they want." The Daoist Master looked at Old Ye and said.
"This …" Old Ye did not react and wanted to continue asking. "Alright, heaven's secrets cannot be revealed. I have said enough. Fellow Daoist, please leave." The Daoist Master waved his hand, indicating that he would not say anything more.
Old Ye was somewhat discouraged. He knew that the Daoist Master would not say anything more. However, after carefully thinking about the words just now, he suddenly realized that if the Earth Dragon Fruits were his alone, then the Zhao family would have to cooperate with him.
However, if he wanted to think of a way to snatch all the Earth Dragon Fruits from Zhao Chu An's hands, it would be difficult. "Daoist Master, let me ask you one more time. How can we monopolize the Earth Dragon Fruits?" Old Ye could not think of a plan and could only ask.
"Alright, let me ask you one more time. If you want to suppress someone, start with that person. "The Daoist Master finished speaking and pointed in the direction of Zhao Chu An's residence. Old Ye's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
This Daoist Master has already calculated it. Since he said so, then he'll start with Zhao Chu An. "Many thanks, Daoist Master." Old Ye stood up, respectfully bowed, turned around and left.
Seeing Old Ye leave, the Daoist Master changed his sloppy appearance. A playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he looked at Zhao Chu An's residence. "This time, I'll play with you properly."
When Zhao Chuan walked out of the mansion, the carriage outside was already prepared. Four pure-colored steeds pulled the carriage, which looked extremely luxurious. The coachman took out a three-step wooden ladder from inside the carriage for Zhao Chuan to climb up the carriage.
Zhao Chu An looked at a Daoist Master not far from the street. The Daoist Master was picking his toes and eating roasted chicken. His eyes were filled with disdain and disgust as he lightly spat out, "Unrestrained, no strength of character, unruly commoner."
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When he opened his eyes, his injuries were almost healed. Nie Li changed his clothes, put the ghost mask in his arms, picked up the Autumn Rain Saber, and hid the wooden box.
Walking out of the inn, he walked into the corridor and knocked on the door of the Heavenly Sound Valley. The one who opened the door was Wu Yaru. She looked at Nie Li with some surprise in her eyes. She directly asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm looking for Miss Wenxin." Nie Li lowered his eyes and said. "Alright, I got it." After speaking, Wu Yaru did not close the door and directly turned to leave. Immediately, a voice sounded from inside.
"Yaru, what's the matter?" A magnetic and mature female voice sounded, with a dignified tone. Wu Yaru turned to look at Nie Li and said, "Martial Aunt, someone is looking for Senior Sister Wenxin."
"Looking for Wenxin?" The woman asked doubtfully.
"It's a man." Nie Li did not know what Wu Yaru was thinking. She directly said it was a man. Although Nie Li could not see the woman's expression, he still heard her snort.
"Wenxin, someone is looking for you." The woman's cold voice sounded. After a few breaths, she said, "Got it, Martial Aunt." Wenxin's voice sounded, followed by light footsteps.
"Why are you here?" Wenxin's expression was ugly and her tone was somewhat reproachful. Nie Li's appearance made her suffer. Who didn't know that Martial Aunt hated men the most in her life?
"Don't forget what you promised me yesterday. It's time." Nie Li pretended not to see. "I got it. Wait for me outside the inn." Wen Xinya turned around and looked inside before closing the door.
"Wenxin, cultivate well." The woman's voice sounded. Her tone was somewhat oppressive, making people feel extremely uncomfortable. "Got it, Martial Aunt." Wenxin's voice was still gentle. "Xiaoyou, don't be distracted. Cultivate well." "Got it, Martial Aunt."
Nie Li went down the stairs and saw that Chen Jiang was still in the inn. At this moment, he was sitting in the hall on the first floor, eating while listening to the storyteller's performance on the stage. He also noticed that someone was looking at him. He looked up and met Nie Li's eyes.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Nie Li saw that trace of surprise. Why was he surprised that he was here? It meant that Chen Jiang was related to the matter of him being hunted down these past few days.
However, he didn't know if he was helping Wei Wuyou and Zhao Chuan or if he was someone he arranged. "You're very surprised, right?" Nie Li walked in front of Chen Jiang and sat opposite him.
"You're very lucky, but I don't know how lucky you are." Chen Jiang didn't show any anger. He casually picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Then, he drank a mouthful of wine.
"Don't worry, my life will be tougher than yours. At least you won't die." Nie Li took a deep look at Chen Jiang. This person's heart was still very afraid. His enemy was right in front of him, yet he was still so calm. Whether it was an act or it was originally like this, this person's shrewdness was deep!
"Instead of saying that, why don't you think about how to live? I'm looking forward to you being killed by me. If you accidentally die at the hands of others, then I won't feel the joy of revenge. "Chen Jiang used force to cut the fish in half.
The cut was smooth and the chopsticks were so sharp. This person's swordsmanship must be extraordinary.
"I'll wait for you. At the very least, after I kill you, I can let you accompany your father and brother. They must be feeling lonely." Nie Li coldly replied. Chen Jiang's eyes flashed with anger, but instantly regained their clarity.
Nie Li admitted that he couldn't compare to Chen Jiang in terms of composure. "Your mouth is quite powerful." After Chen Jiang finished speaking, the chopsticks were like swords, stabbing towards Nie Li's eyes. Nie Li never thought that Chen Jiang would sneak an attack on him.
"Ah!" Nie Li slapped his left hand, and a piercing pain came from his palm. Two pieces of wood had pierced through the table, piercing through the fish. The plate was also pierced through, and the chopsticks were nailed into the one inch thick wooden table.
"Your martial arts aren't bad. How I wish I could chop off your head." Chen Jiang slapped his right hand and the chopsticks flew out from the table. He grabbed the fish and used his internal force to crush it.
Nie Li didn't say anything. He knew that Chen Jiang wasn't the mastermind behind the assassination. However, he must have some connection with the other party.
As for the fish on the chopping board, no one knew if it was Nie Li, Chen Jiang, or someone else.
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