Ye Kong didn't look down on mortals. The so-called Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was something that everyone could have their own understanding of. Everyone could discuss about it. Only when everyone had a debate would there be progress.
Ye Kong took a step forward and bowed. "Uncle, I'm a rogue cultivator, Ye Kong. May I know your name?"
The old man was very arrogant. "Ye Kong. Eh, that's a good name. But don't tell me. I won't remember it even if you tell me."
Ye Kong thought that the old man was angry. He didn't care and smiled. "You haven't told me your name."
The old man said, "Then you can call me Old Man, or Old Fellow, Old Undying, Old Wood Chopper, Old Beheader. Anything is fine."
Everyone fainted. They looked at the old man again. He was serious and didn't look like he was joking. Everyone thought, is he an old idiot?
Ye Kong waved his hand. "Uncle, how can I call you that?"
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "According to your logic and your Dao, I'm an old man to begin with. I'm not dead yet, so even if I'm an old immortal, I'm still an old man. In short, calling me that is in line with the Heavenly Dao. Why do you have to go against it?"
Everyone shook their heads. Mortals were mortals after all. How was this a Dao discussion? He was just being unreasonable.
But Ye Kong felt that the old man's words were full of hidden meanings. He asked again, "Then Uncle, according to your Dao, how should I call you? According to your Dao, everything goes against the Heavenly Dao. Then should Little Xiu call you Little Handsome, Young Man, Little Friend, or Little Trick? "
Everyone laughed.
Ye Kong was afraid that the old man would think that he was mocking him. He quickly said, "Uncle, I'm not being rude. I just want to listen to your Dao."
The old man's expression didn't change. He sized up Ye Kong and said, "Your Dao is different from ours. It's not good for you to listen too much." The old man started to chase them away. He waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and leave. Don't block me, Old Wang, from selling Happy Carefree Pills."
Everyone burst into laughter again. Huang Shishi also came up and held onto Ye Kong's arm and said, "Husband, don't talk nonsense with this old man. What Dao does he have? If he can't answer, I can only chase him away. "
However, Ye Kong felt that this old man was not so simple. He had come to Yunyao and met so many cultivators, but not a single one of them could tell that he was a martial cultivator.
The old man was able to tell that Ye Kong was a martial cultivator with just one sentence, and he was able to tell that Ye Kong was a martial cultivator with just one glance. That sentence, "Your Dao is different from ours", was an obvious hint.
"Uncle Wang …" Ye Kong wanted to say something but was interrupted by a group of people.
"Is it him?"
"That's him! It was this old liar! Damn, if I didn't see him today, I would have forgotten! "
"Everyone, please don't buy his Joyful Carefree Pill! He told me that he could not fall even after six hours of heavenly wind, but after I ate it, I was defeated after three rounds. I'm even worse than before! "
"Old liar, that day he told me his surname was Zhang, and today he told others his surname was Wang. This is the standard behavior of a liar! A mortal dares to lie to us cultivators! He's really despicable! "
Only then did everyone understand. No wonder the old man was so mysterious. It turned out that he was an old liar. They could not help but look at Ye Kong with sympathy. This kid's brain was bad, and he was almost cheated.
Those few cultivators surrounded the old man, all of them angry, and wanted the old man to pay spirit stones.
The old man begged, "Big brothers, Old Li, I have an eighty-year-old mother to support at home, and an eight-year-old child to feed …"
Those cultivators became even angrier, "This old liar never speaks the truth! One time his surname was Zhang, the next his surname was Wang, and now his surname is Li. Beat him to death! "
The old man threw down his stall, turned around, and ran, shouting, "No! I really can't remember. "
Listening to the old man's words, Ye Kong's heart suddenly moved, as if he had caught onto something. But when he tried to think again, he could not remember. In fact, when the old man's figure disappeared, he even quickly forgot about what had just happened …
"You always have so many twisted theories, uh … where were we?" Huang Shishi was also a little confused. She was stunned for a moment, then remembered what she wanted to say, and said, "Are you really going to stay here for a hundred years?"
Ye Kong asked, "Do I look like that kind of person to you?"
"But you don't seem to be anxious at all." Huang Shishi was a little confused. This kid was definitely not someone who could stay here for long. Would he really stay in the Joyful Realm for a hundred years? He might as well just kill him. But why did he not seem to care at all?
"You don't have to worry about this, I have my own ways."
Ye Kong did have an idea, and that was to go to The Black Robe to seek help. The elders of The Black Robe were each more powerful than the other, and they were all existences above the Soul Formation stage. Presumably, there would be people who could remove the restriction that Qing Liewei had set up.
Of course, he could not remove it now. After all, Qing Liewei was the Divine Lord. If he touched the restriction now, this guy would probably discover it very quickly. It would be best to wait for three days, when he ascended, to remove the restriction then, and no one could do anything to him.
He was not in a hurry to go to The Black Robe, but there was a place he had to go quickly. That was to return to the Pipa Bead space, interrogate Zhou Xinghua, and see what Qiu Guofeng and the Growing Earth Spirit had evolved into.
Qing Liewei arranged a house for Ye Kong and Huang Shishi. The house was bright and clean, and the environment was not bad. There were also people to serve them. It really seemed like he wanted to let Ye Kong stay for a hundred years.
It wasn't that Ye Kong did not think of persuading Qing Liewei not to ascend, but this guy was too superstitious about his self-created Three Thousand Women Devil Art. It was probably useless to persuade him, and he might even bring disaster to himself. As for the three thousand women … Ye Kong could only sigh. He had already taken the risk to persuade them, but they still chose to do so. The path they chose, whether it was bitter or happy, could only be borne by themselves.
After coming to the Pipa Bead space, Zhou Xinghua was already tied up like a rice dumpling. After entering the Pipa Bead space, Ye Kong imprisoned all of his spiritual power. He was just a mortal, so how could he deal with Zhu Lingfei and the other women?
"Speak, what is the secret behind you robbing and killing the women of the Shadow Clan and the caravan?" Ye Kong pulled over a wooden stool that the women had made for themselves and sat in front of Zhou Xinghua.
"Friend Ye, we were also paid by others to help them eliminate disasters." Zhou Xinghua smiled bitterly.
Ye Kong laughed. "Then tell me, whose money did you receive, and what kind of disaster did you get rid of? And that rogue cultivator Tu Chugen, who is he? What kind of background does he have? "
Zhou Xinghua was unyielding and didn't say anything. He only said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I lost unjustly, but since I was captured by you, I don't have any complaints. Just kill me. If you want to ask, I will definitely not reveal it. If I don't say, I will be the only one to die. If I say it, I will implicate my sect's disciples. "
"Actually, even if you don't say it, I can still guess. It is the Saint Devil Sect, right?"
Zhou Xinghua's expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "Friend Ye, since you guessed it, then let me give you a word of advice. Don't go against them. Their strength is not something you can imagine!"
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