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Yang Ling rubbed the place where Fatty had patted him. This damn fatty had not used his strength properly, so the place where he had been patted hurt a little.
"Your words are really unpleasant. What do you mean by fooling around? I was clearly invited in openly, okay? Do you think I'm like those people who need to pay to enter? Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"How can you tell lies when you tell the truth?”
Fatty chuckled, still looking as simple and honest as ever.
Yang Ling had nothing to say about this fatty's shamelessness. He could only say,"The truth is for our own people to hear, and lies are for outsiders to hear."”
Fatty rubbed his hands and said," Of course we're family. You have to know that I was the one who took you in back then. I brought you home from the wilderness."”
Yang Ling was speechless.
Yang Ling briefly explained what had happened, but of course, he shortened it. He did not mention anything about the Supreme Saint of Confucianism, nor did he say that he could kill people directly by writing. He did not mention the matter of the Gate of Kunlun.
In order not to let others know about Yang Ling's trump card, Fu Nian had spared no effort to pass on all of his unique skills to Yang Ling. He hoped that he could integrate all of his abilities into his swordsmanship, internal energy, and martial arts. The more mixed, the better.
After Fatty Ding heard Yang Ling's words, he put on a very serious expression and said,"So what you comprehended isn't an internal cultivation method?"”
Yang Ling shook his head and said," No, my current ability is somewhat similar to Taoist spells, but it also seems to be a little different." I don't need to cultivate inner force step by step. I can take the Qi of Heaven and Earth and the power of the five elements as I wish. What I lack now is only time to practice and constant battles. Only through battles can I grow.”
In fact, Yang Ling didn't say anything. Although he was said by the Confucians to have stepped into the threshold of the Confucian Way Supreme Saint, there was still a long way to go before he could become a Supreme Saint. Perhaps there was no such thing as a Confucian Way Supreme Saint.
Not only did he have to build a theory, gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, and establish a sect, he also had to be virtuous and obtain the recognition of the heavens.
Therefore, he didn't know if the thing he had comprehended was a good thing or a bad thing.
But now, it seemed to be a good thing, because he did not need to cultivate and accumulate internal strength step by step like them.
However, only he knew that the so-called Confucian Dao Paragon Saint was a joke. The root of all this was the Door of Elimination, the Door in his mind.
"I, Fatty Ding, did not misjudge you. Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you something.”
This was the first time Yang Ling had heard Fatty speak so seriously, so he pretended to listen attentively. "I know you don't want to get involved in our business, but our giant wants to see you."”
"Giant? Damn fatty, are you from the Mo family?”
Yang Ling had heard from Zhang Liang and the others that the Mo Family's boss was a tycoon. Now that Fatty Ding had said it, it must be true.
"Yes, the disciples of the Mo family are all over the world, and this is only a stronghold. Currently, only three people know about it, and you're the third.”
Of course, Yang Ling would not ask why they had to be so secretive, because it was meaningless. In the future, the Mohist school had almost faded out of the long river of history. There must be a reason why a sect that was once prosperous had a turn of events.
He was thinking about the deeper meaning behind Fatty Ding's words and also thinking about how he would appear when he met those people from the Mo Family in the future.
He suddenly felt as if he had been drawn into a whirlpool, and it was before the chaotic world began.
"When will you see me?"
"It's not the right time yet. Juzi is busy with other things and can't get away. He will naturally come to see you when the time comes.”
Yang Ling immediately rolled his eyes. If you don't even know when it is, then what are you saying?
The two of them chatted for a while more, and Yang Ling demonstrated a few moves of the Cow Dismembering Saber Technique to Fatty Ding on the spot.
Countless cubes fell from above, almost all of the same size. Saber light flashed as they fell.
Fatty Ding nodded in satisfaction and said," It seems that you have mastered these moves very well. Then, I will teach you the remaining three moves. You can practice them slowly." There's nothing more I can teach you. You can still come here often when you arrive at the Little Sage Manor.”
"Damned fatty, stop pretending to be a good person here. F * ck, why do I have to carry the food of so many people in the scholarly faction? If you don't explain clearly, I promise I won't beat you to death today!”
Fatty Ding saw that the situation was not right and had long shaken off his short legs to run. As he ran, he innocently said that this was Fu Nian's arrangement.
He said something about starving his body and exhausting his muscles and bones. Yang Ling gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
Life seemed to be the same as usual, but Yang Ling had too many things to learn.
A year had passed, and Yang Ling was nearing the end of what he needed to learn.
Suddenly, one day, an old Daoist dressed in a sackcloth daoist robe appeared in the Scholarly Sage Manor with a silver-haired little girl.
The old Taoist priest looked like a sage, while the seven or eight-year-old girl looked like a porcelain doll.
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