The purpose of Ye Xiaochuan asking Wang Keke to come to the Holy Mountain was to let him find out accurate information about Zuo Qiu so that he could formulate the next rescue plan based on the information.
As a result, Wang Keke didn't get any useful information from Liu Jiao and Duan Xiaoxiao, and they didn't know Zuo Qiu's current situation.
This is not possible.
So Wang Keke pinched his sparse beard, tilted his head, and looked at the magnificent Sanqing Hall opposite the sacred mountain monument.
He thought for a while and said: "Little Tail, do you think your uncle and I will be kicked out by the people of Xuantian Sect if I enter this Sanqing Hall again?"
Liu Jiao said: "Uncle, you are overthinking. The last time you peed in public in the Sanqing Hall was three hundred years ago.
Now there are representatives from all the righteous factions gathered in the hall, and you are Li Xuanyin’s senior. With your status, not only will you not be kicked out, but you will also be treated with courtesy by the Xuantian Sect."
Wang Keke nodded and said: "Yes, I think so too, who doesn't have frivolous moments when they are young?
Who didn't do one or two ridiculous things when they were young?
Those things that happened when I was a child are just small episodes in the growth of life. You can't always live in the past."
Liu Jiao whispered: "You were over a hundred years old when you peed in Sanqing Hall..." "Bang!"
Sure enough, he was slapped on the back of the head by Wang Keke again.
You can't find any useful information in Shenshan Square, you have to go into Sanqing Hall.
He asked Duan Xiaoxiao to tidy up his clothes and hair, then took a deep breath and walked towards the brightly lit Sanqing Hall.
That is the place where Wang Keke’s inner demons reside.
Now for Ye Xiaochuan, he risked his life and faced the demon he feared most in his heart.
At the entrance of Sanqing Hall, many young people gathered, all of them elite disciples of various sects, as well as some knowledgeable guests of Xuantian Sect.
Wang Keke has always had a carefree look. When he was young, he was even more funny and shameless than Ye Xiaochuan when he was young.
Now that I'm so old, I'm still not in shape.
As he walked, he wobbled three times with each step, a devilish pace that no one would recognize.
Liu Jie, Jie Se, Qin Fanzhen and Ye Rou were outside the main hall.
Because they knew that only at the entrance of the main hall could they hear the news about Ye Xiaochuan inside for the first time.
These people are all survivors of the Great Snow Mountain Battle. That battle was very tragic. Those who survived, whether they were disciples of the righteous way or disciples of the Demon Cult, had very good personal relationships with each other.
Seeing Wang Keke coming, several survivors from the Snowy Mountains immediately stepped forward to salute.
Wang Keke nodded and said, "Are you all here?
Yes, yes, I haven’t seen you in a few years, and your cultivation has improved a lot. I’m very pleased.”
Liujie said: "Master Uncle Wang..." Wang Keke sighed and said: "What Master Wang?
As before, I call him Brother Wang.
I'm still very young now, and if you call me uncle, you'll call me old!"
It's okay for these survivors to call themselves Wang Keke and Brother Wang in private. There are so many people around, so seniority can't be messed up.
In the end, Liu Jie had to call him "Laowang".
Said: "Old Wang, I heard from Liu Jiao and Xiao Xiaoxiao that you have been a dragon in recent years, as if you are doing something big.
Our brothers are all ready to do big things and have good investment projects, so don’t forget about us."
Wang Keke stretched out his hand and said: "If you lend me sixty taels of silver, I will buy shares. When this project of mine goes public, you will be the original shareholder."
Liujie drooped his fat face and said: "Everyone in the world knows that I am a poor monk, sixty taels of silver?
With so much money, why should I be a monk?"
Wang Keke spat on his face.
“Who doesn’t know that you lent out a huge financial empire by issuing IOUs and not paying them back?
You old bastard, get up and stay away from me!"
Seeing Liu Jie being kicked by Wang Keke, several people smiled.
Qin Fanzhen said: "Old Wang, why did you come to the sacred mountain?"
Wang Keke said: "Such a big thing has happened in the world. As the world's martial arts supreme, I naturally have to come and take charge personally.
Come on, let’s not talk nonsense with you little guys. Whoever has a loud voice should shout loudly and tell the Xuantian Sect’s intellectuals in front of the door that I, Wang Keke, is here.”
Jie Se immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "The Supreme Martial Arts Whip King Ke Ke has come to pay homage to the mountain. Please ask Li Xuanyin, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, to come out of the palace to greet him!"
Outside the Sanqing Hall, the elite disciples from various sects all looked this way when they heard these words.
Wang Keke's face is like pork liver.
Cursing in a low voice: "Fat boy! Who told you to shout like that?
I just asked you to inform the guests of the Xuantian Sect in front of the door, and I didn’t ask you to shout for Li Xuanyin to come out of the palace to greet you! Also, I am the self-proclaimed martial arts supreme, and I am addicted to being an official! I am not a real martial artist.
Supreme!" Jiese looked innocent and said: "Old Wang, it's not my fault. You said you would find someone with a loud voice to shout for you. I thought you were going to make a domineering appearance! Although you are not the Supreme in the martial arts world, you are the most powerful person in the martial arts world.
With fame and status, the young Li Xuanyin can afford to come out of the palace to greet her!"
These young disciples have a good relationship with Ye Xiaochuan, but they don't have much respect for the people of Xuantian Sect, especially Li Xuanyin.
Wang Keke was delighted, patted Jiese on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Haha, Fatty, I love hearing this! With our reputation, no matter where we go, we are the protagonists.
I heard that you were seriously injured in Jinling a few years ago, but your cultivation foundation was not damaged..." There is something special about being an intellectual.
Under normal circumstances, the intellectuals of each sect are young disciples.
But when something big happens, the diners will be replaced by knowledgeable elders.
Because when big things happen, masters from various sects will come to visit. These masters often live hundreds of years, and there are even some hermit masters who are too lazy to go down the mountain once in a hundred years.
If an expert comes to visit and a young disciple calls him by the wrong name or does not recognize him, that is a rude thing.
Only senior elders can recognize these people.
Therefore, whenever various sects hold important events such as the main hall, they arrange for several well-connected Zhangs to serve as guests and be responsible for singing and welcoming the guests.
The three white-haired Xuantian Sect elders in front of the door also looked this way when they heard Jese's voice.
When they saw the lean little old man, the faces of the three Xuantian Sect elders sank, and a bad thought came to their minds.
Everyone was muttering something secretly in their hearts.
"Why is this old naughty boy who has killed a thousand swords come here?"
Young disciples in the human world today do not know and do not understand Wang Keke very well.
These old seniors naturally know Wang Keke's methods.
At the beginning of the Human World Alliance, the immoral Taoist repeatedly gave orders not to allow Wang Keke to go to Cangyun Mountain to join in the fun, because he was afraid that Wang Keke would disrupt the Human World Alliance.
Now that Wang Keke appears in Shenshan, something must be up to him.
If he acts like a drunkard again and soaks the boy's urine that has been held for more than four hundred years in the sacred and solemn Sanqing Hall, the Xuantian Sect will be completely disgraced.