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While washing, he was thinking one thing in his mind: killing someone is actually very easy.

Chapter 70 Sleeping Separately

Killing is actually a very simple act. Whether it is poisoning, sneak attack with weapons, or finding someone to do it for you, it is easy to do... The key is not how to kill someone, but how to cover up the fact of murder and escape the judgment of the world's laws and morals.

This time, he stood on the moral high ground.

While Ye Hong was wiping his hands, Yu'er poked him gently and asked him what he felt.

Ye Hong thought for a moment, "Life is full of suffering, and everything is unpredictable, but some people's suffering is real suffering, while my suffering is just Ye Gong's love for dragons."

She asked in confusion: "What is Ye Gong's love for dragons?"

Ye Hong explained softly that there was a man called Ye Gong who was obsessed with dragons. When the dragon in the sky found out, it descended from the sky to Ye Gong's house to find out what was going on. When Ye Gong saw that it was a real dragon, he was so scared that he fainted.

He summed it up: "It's just hypocrisy."

Yu'er nodded slightly, and then said softly: "There are no real dragons in this world anymore. Only five dragon balls are left."

Ye Hong thought that this sounded familiar, and said with a smile: "If you collect all the dragon balls, you can summon a dragon and fulfill a wish?"

Yu'er didn't even bother to look at him, "Where did you hear this story from? You must be trying to lull a child to sleep."

"Originally there were five real dragons in the world, namely the blue, red, yellow, white, and black dragons. The dragon balls are the inner elixirs they cultivated, nothing more."

As she spoke, she pointed to her delicate jaw with her little finger and added, "Look, right here, with a pearl in your mouth."

According to records in ancient books, the Azure Dragon has the strongest magical power and is called the Horned Dragon, which is the Wood Fairy; the Red Dragon is the second most powerful and is called the Hui Dragon, which is the Fire Fairy; the White Dragon is called the Shang Dragon, which is the Gold Fairy; the Black Dragon is called the Yu Dragon, which is the Water Fairy; and the Yellow Dragon is called the Gong Dragon, which is the Earth Fairy.

"Senior, how do you know so much?" Ye Hong couldn't help but ask.

Yu Er rolled her eyes at him and said, "Read more books, or it will hurt you sooner or later."

……

The two chatted for a while and then came to Ye Wanqing's bedroom. When Ye Wanqing saw that her son had finally returned, she subconsciously wanted to speak, but then she bit her red lips, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ye Hong could clearly feel that she was unhappy, so he felt guilty, but he didn't regret what he did at all. He came to his mother's side, hugged her soft and slender arms, and said coquettishly: "Mom, please pay attention to me."

As he spoke, he took her hand in his backhand and pressed it against his cheek.

So Ye Wanqing couldn't help but gently stroke her son's face and asked him, "Why did you suddenly change your name?"

Ye Hong trembled and forced a smile, "Nothing, calling me mother sounds better and is more intimate."

Ye Wanqing stared straight at his face. How could she not guess what was going on with her insightful mind? Perhaps because the girls in brothels would also call the madam "Mom", he felt that he had neglected this detail.

Seeing her son so ashamed and uneasy, she couldn't help but feel distressed. To be honest, why should she care so much about such things? It was not even an unintentional mistake.

It was just because her son cared about her too much. In his heart, she was a pure and beautiful mother, and he himself would not even defile her.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqing opened her arms and gently embraced him in her arms.

Ever since Yu'er appeared around, the frequency of hugs between mother and son began to decrease, and each hug became like a solemn ceremony.

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Holding a pair of small hands in his palms, her calm eyes were filled with endless love and tenderness, and she spoke softly to him some tiny words. After discarding all the filth and intrigues of the outside world, those soft whispers, like a breeze, gently passed through Ye Hong's heart, feeling delicate and gentle. He no longer cared what his mother said, he clearly heard her say softly, baby, mom loves you, so it's okay.

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It was getting dark outside, so she said she might as well take a shower and go to bed.

Ye Hong hesitated a little, and said, "Mom, you go to sleep first."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not waiting for anything, I just don't want to go to sleep yet."

"Okay, if you don't want to sleep, then don't sleep."

There seemed to be some sorrow in the gentle words. Don’t you think you can withstand the test? Why are you unwilling to stay with me?

Ye Hong did not feel guilty, but he felt that he had been to many brothels today, smelled too much powder, and experienced too much stimulation from women, so it was not suitable for him to sleep with his mother. This was a precautionary measure.

He didn't think that he would violate her because of this, but he couldn't help having such thoughts. He had reserved all his tenderness for his mother and poured all his desires on Qingyi, but these days he was far away from her, and her beautiful image began to fade in his mind, like a three-minute heat, and the residual heat gradually disappeared, and even the image of his mother began to suffer a little from the invasion of desire...

He couldn't stop the thought of possessing her from appearing in his mind at all, because he always couldn't help wanting her to belong to him completely.

Ye Hong thought silently, Mom, you know, I can't say for sure that I don't have dirty thoughts, because I am a man, and sometimes I am driven by my lower body, and I can't guarantee that I can control myself when I am completely asleep.

So he began to imagine a scenario like this:

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This possibility is not impossible.

He looked further ahead and thought, if one day in the future I really am powerful enough to kill everyone easily, make all the rules, and even control the entire world, then at that time, will I still be able to stay sober and rational in front of my mother like I did tonight?

Therefore, I have followed the rules and insisted on being a decent person from the beginning, only to repeatedly strengthen the moral laws in my heart and prevent the evil dragon from coming out of the gorge one day in the future and eventually hurting you.

After leaving his mother's room, Ye Hong sat there all night with the Ganlu Sword in his hand.

Before killing someone today, he was still thinking about the witch in black stockings in his mind; after killing the person, he was extremely calm, as if he had never considered her as an opponent.

But even such a man was so angry and embarrassed because of the prostitute's word "Mom" that he wanted to kill her.

Chapter 71: Rise to Fame

Only when the night is quiet can Ye Hong open his heart and ask the starry sky above his head: What should I pursue more, physical pleasure or spiritual resonance?

He struggled for a while, but soon figured it out. This is just like cultivating immortals. Although one can focus on one or the other, the body and the soul cannot be separated.

The same goes for love, it must be a combination of the two. Oftentimes, the spirit and the flesh are discussed separately, but in fact, the two complement each other, or achieve each other.

Just like now, no matter how close he and his mother are spiritually, they have to be separated temporarily because of physical reasons; just like he and Qingyi, although they don’t have any emotional foundation now, they may fall in love in the future because of their close relationship.

……

While Ye Hong was unable to sleep that night, the aftermath of the sword was still rippling, and the news soon spread to every corner of the neighborhood.

The most direct impact was that an old man named Lao Shuan quickly picked up a few blood-stained pills from the ground, hurried back home, and fed them to his bedridden son Xiao Shuan, "Eat it and you'll be cured!"

The next morning, the sun came out.

Lao Shuan carried Xiao Shuan out to find something to eat. But just as they walked out, they found that the street ahead was noisy and blocked.

He quickly pulled the person aside and asked, "What happened up front? Someone killed someone again?"

A passerby glanced at him and said, "No, it's the young procuress of Ziyun Tower who offended someone she shouldn't have offended. She's kowtowed every three steps and apologized for her crime with a whip on her back. Many people came to watch the fun."

"Who has such great prestige?"

"He is the one who killed someone in the street yesterday to help his friend. He is the true disciple of Qiuye Sect, Master Ye Hongye."

After hearing this, Lao Shuan immediately said to Xiao Shuan: "You must remember, this person is our family's great benefactor!"

At the tea stall, the storyteller had also turned over another old story on his desk.

"That young master Ye was quite handsome, wearing a white robe and holding a precious sword. He was accompanied by a pretty girl of about three years old. She had a keen eye and praised my peach cakes for being sweet and delicious... In a flash, he struck with his sword, and blood spurted three feet high..."

A familiar tea drinker was teasing him with some humor: "Old tea master, why don't you tell us the story of how he broke into Ziyun Tower and fought the courtesan alone? How much blood did the courtesan shed?"

"What's there to talk about? He came out in less than an incense stick of time."

"Children are useless, it's the men who have to do it!"

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. This is what fame is like. Some say it is good, some say it is bad. The fragmented truth is like pieces that are pieced together to form a wonderful story. Everyone sees what they want to see in it and laughs wantonly. As for whether it is true or false, what does it matter?

When monks are in the market, they speak vulgar language.

……

To be honest, Ye Hong looked a little funny holding the three-foot sword, because his height was only between four and five feet, which was more than half a person's height.

That's why Yu'er laughed at him rudely that night, just like a monkey swinging a stick around, and taught him to practice the art of flying sword instead.

The errand disciple from Xuanhuo Sect who came to report the news, as well as the female disciples from Hua Sect who gathered after hearing the news, saw that he was wearing a white jade crown, a red and white robe, and only leaning on a long sword. They couldn't tell what was so funny about it, but they could still make people laugh.

A senior sister in green put her hands on her waist and frowned slightly, "Little Junior Brother, your trouble has come."

After spending these few days together, we have gotten to know each other and have played chess and mahjong together.

"That's right." Another senior sister echoed, "Why not offend anyone else? Why offend those bitches from the Yanyue Sect? Even if you are right, you will get into trouble now."

His tone did not conceal his dislike for the Yanyue Sect at all.

This is because the Hua Sect has always been on good terms with the Mingyue Palace, while the Mingyue Palace and the Yanyue Sect are naturally incompatible. One dislikes the other for being weird, and the other dislikes the other for being pretentious and noble, but actually nothing. The two sides have been experiencing constant frictions of all sizes, and the Yanyue Sect has temporarily gained the upper hand.

In a nutshell, the enemy of my friend is my enemy.

Upon hearing this, Ye Hong stood up, put away the Ganlu Sword, and bowed to the several senior sisters who were traveling with him. After figuring out what was going on, he expressed his gratitude to them, and his expression remained calm from beginning to end.

He thought to himself, what is the purpose of this? Are they planning to help me become famous and then flatter me to death?

It's quite interesting.

Reputation is indeed very important to a person, especially to a woman. If a person's reputation is too bad, people with a little status will disdain to associate with him.

Therefore, most people in the world are burdened by their reputation. When doing things, they are hesitant and timid. They are entangled in all kinds of conflicts and feel torn, like a dragon trapped in water, unable to move.

But to be honest, he was already prepared to love his mother, and he did not hide his feelings when he went crazy with Qingyi. If the news of his love for his mother and teacher got out, he would become infamous in an instant. Haha, it wouldn't hurt at all.

He thought to himself, just wait and see how I deal with you.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have been the cause of trouble, and men have never been gentle.

……

The Fenyan Palace, the headquarters of the Xuanhuo Sect, is splendid and majestic, and displays the unique architectural features of the Huazhou border everywhere. The landmark "Qiankun Xuanhuo Altar" is filled with surging internal fire, and the aura of fire is spread all around, creating an amazing sight that is breathtaking.

At this moment, the purple-clothed girl who came to apologize was still kneeling on the ground. Because of the sect's order, the onlookers had already dispersed. When they saw the real culprit finally coming, they made way for him.

They looked at Ye Hong with different thoughts, and they all felt that this junior brother was really capable of "causing trouble."

But after all, he is loyal and stands up for his friends. Every time he gets angry or speaks out for injustice, he is justified.

If you want to make friends, you should make friends like him.

Ye Hong walked closer and saw clearly that the purple-clothed girl was kneeling outside the palace gate. Just as he was about to speak, the green-clothed senior sister stopped him, meaning to let them come.

To deal with women, it is best to use women.

She took a few steps forward and sneered, "She really is from the Yanyue Sect. She can't even hide her coquettish aura."