Four hundred and eighty-one Ye Kong was a little confused and looked around.
Yes, it’s the same old man, the same stall, and the same location.
Why is the taste so different?
Also, why does Wang Tingshi say it’s delicious?
Ye Kong began to suspect that Wang Tingshi was telling lies, but her smile didn't look like it.
The weird thing is, why do I feel it’s not as delicious as yesterday?
However, as a treater, Ye Kong was embarrassed to say no, so he could only keep eating.
At this moment, it was dinner time.
On the street, pedestrians were bustling and shouting.
People on foot, in cars, on horseback, and those carrying burdens rushed home to enjoy the reunion after a day.
Ye Kong looked at the crowds of people, his eyes were focused, and he slowly said, "Although mortals have no magic power and low abilities, they are not pigs or ants.
They have ideas, pursuits, and creative abilities.
They can create a brilliant civilization.
A long history can be passed down , they are the soil for cultivators of immortality, and as cultivators of immortality, we should be their protectors, instead of killing them arbitrarily.
There is a saying in our hometown, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.
That refers to the relationship between the people and the rulers.
In fact, don’t mortals and immortal cultivators have the same relationship?”
I don't know if Wang Tingshi understood it, but she just smiled, nodded and said, "Brother Li Dao is kind-hearted.
It seems that I was right when I said you are a good person."
After Wang Tingshi finished speaking, she took a bite of tofu curd and asked again, "Brother Li Dao's magical power of turning spiritual power into silk to hold flowers just now is very interesting.
This is the first time I have seen it.
I don't know what kind of skill it is."
Ye Kong smiled bitterly, "To tell you the truth, when you came in to see me, I was worried about this.
In fact, that technique is an early stage technique for sword cultivation.
I just started practicing it, but there are some reasons.
I’m considering whether to continue practicing.”
Wang Tingshi also saw the shocking sword strike of Patriarch Jing Quan today and sighed, "The sword cultivator's power is indeed overbearing."
Then she encouraged, "If I were to practice it, if I don't practice such a domineering and powerful technique, why should I practice weak and useless techniques?
I just don't know what the reasons you mentioned are."
Ye Kong said, "There are two reasons.
One is that this technique is not in my hands.
In the future, it will inevitably be controlled by others.
Of course, this is not the main thing.
The main thing is the second point.
I feel that although this technique is powerful, But I was repelled by other exercises, and I encountered my inner demon twice after practicing for a while, and they actually tried to stop me from continuing to practice my original basic exercises.”
Wang Tingshi didn't care, and said, "What kind of skills you practice is not to pursue the increase of strength.
If this sword cultivation method is really powerful, it doesn't matter if other skills can be controlled without practicing.
In order to pursue strength, you have to sacrifice Everything is okay, let alone being controlled by someone.
Once you have the strength, kill this person and seize the secret, and you will be fine. " Ye Kong didn't reply, just looked into the distance and smiled.
In order to pursue power, you are willing to sacrifice everything.
Then, what if it is freedom, dignity, and human surname?
Is it true that the way of heaven is to cultivate living people into powerful clay dolls that are heartless, merciless, without love, without hatred, without sorrow or joy?
How is that different from the Bodhisattva in the temple?
Ye Kong took another mouthful of tofu curd.
But as soon as he put it into his mouth, he spat it out as if he was electrocuted.
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It was so unpalatable that it tasted like dog shit.
Ye Kong didn't know why this tofu pudding was so unpalatable, and it was getting more and more unpalatable.
Wang Tingshi looked at Ye Kong doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think today's tofu pudding is really unpalatable?
It's completely different from what I had yesterday."
Wang Tingshi shook her head, "No, I think it's delicious."
Probably hearing their conversation, the octogenarian coughed for a long time, almost to death, and then said to himself, "Oh, I saw Uncle Zhang the other day, and the wontons he made were amazing, the smell, and the business , it’s really good, I envy the old man.
I also made wontons.
Who knows, after doing it for a long time, I didn’t make the wontons, but I forgot about the skill of tofu pudding.
As people get older, they are no longer useful. .Cough, cough cough."
Wang Tingshi smiled and said, "No, I think the wontons you made are delicious.
I have never eaten such delicious wontons."
Ye Kong, on the other hand, thought for a moment, right, how could I learn other exercises before I learned one?
If I encounter other tyrannical techniques in the future, will I have to give up sword cultivation?
If this cycle continues, nothing will be accomplished.
Although it’s just a joke that bears break off sticks, many people are involved in it, but they can’t wake up.
They will always break one off and throw away the other, and there will be no one left in the end.
Although sword cultivators are tyrannical, how can they compare to my Five Elements Ascension Sutra?
I have abundant spiritual power, a domineering Five Elements Sword Formation, and endless spells.
As long as I have a firm heart to practice, there is no need to worry about not being able to ascend. , galloping around the world At this moment, his mind returned to Qiu Jing Wubo, and his Taoist heart became extremely firm, while the inner demons in his heart were like phantoms, slowly breaking into pieces and scattered in the lake of his heart without a drop of splash.
Ye Kong thought of this, stood up quickly, saluted the old man named Hong Bo, and said respectfully, "Thank you, senior, for your advice.
Senior, a bowl of extremely unpalatable tofu pudding is a thousand times better than delicious tofu pudding."
Uncle Hong ignored him, coughed twice, and said harshly, "I don't know what you're talking about.
It's a mess.
I don't know what it means to eat quickly.
Old man, I have to close the stall.
I'm still busy going home and continuing to learn how to make wontons."
Ye Kong smiled, didn't dare to talk to him anymore, put down a few coins, and left with Wang Tingshi.
People have done so much to help me, so what else do I need to do?
These masters live in seclusion and don’t want people to know.
If they are still pestering them, they don’t know how to advance or retreat.
They make the masters angry and think that they have a long life.
Well As for whether he is an expert, that is for sure.
If he can make the same tofu curd taste differently to different people, how can he be an ordinary person?
However, the old man had no spiritual power at all, and Ye Kong could not sense it at all, which made him guess that if this Uncle Hong was really an immortal cultivator, he would probably have passed the Nascent Soul stage.
Otherwise, how could he contain his spiritual power to the point of not leaking out?
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