Chapter 233: Discussing with the Bad Guys

At this time, Fentian indeed only had one incarnation present.

He provided Hu Yaoyao with information, magic weapons, and venues just for the purpose of experimenting, to see whether Su Mianmian could break through or get hurt.

Now it seems that Su Mianmian really has the power to break the impasse.

Of course, Hu Yaoyao and Yang Xian are also responsible.

He used magic to move the mountain to his body, stabilized his soul, stared at Su Mianmian and asked, "How did you do it? You were able to avoid my eyes. I found that the child on the ground was not a real person, but I didn't see where you were."

Mianmian listened to the big bad guy asking her questions, and continued to exert force with her hands, and replied: "Tell me where you are now, and Mianmian will tell you where Mianmian was just now~"

Fentian chuckled: "You are really smart kid, you are trying to trick me."

"Hehehe, don't you want to trick me too?" Mianmian pouted her little mouth and stared at Fentian with her dark eyes.

Her heavenly eyes could not see anything on Fentian. In the past, she could not see the future at most, but now she could not even see the past. This person is really amazing!

"Well, let the old Taoist think about it." Fentian suddenly began to talk to himself, "The snake demon in Yide Village is dead, and the Shennong Ding he controlled must have been obtained by you. Did he teach you how to control the Shennong Ding, and you just used the Shennong Ding to hide your body? Your father married into the Xuanmen Jiang family. The Jiang family has an invisibility talisman that can hide the body and smell. It is the talisman that the Jiang family is best at. With the Shennong Ding and the invisibility talisman, it is not difficult to hide from the eyes of the old Taoist."

After Fentian finished his analysis mumbling to himself, Mianmian was already exhausted and out of breath.

Fentian was really heavy, and even if she hooked him, she couldn't pull him over.

Hi, I’m so angry!

The little kid's face was puffy.

If the soul can't be hooked, then we can only fight! Mianmian still wants to control Fentian's soul so that she can find out where he is.

The more powerful a person is, the more he will return to his original nature when fighting and will not compete in magic at all.

The little kid clenched his fist, retracted the soul-catching rope, and attacked Fentian with a "whoosh".

Fentian raised his hand and pressed the whisk against Mianmian's head, causing Mianmian to stop where she was.

"Old Taoist, I just want to chat with you, why are you fighting again?" Fentian looked at the little bald man who was waving his fists continuously, and there was a joyful smile in his low and magnetic voice.

Mianmian found that she could not break through Fentian's defense and felt it would be difficult to catch Fentian, so she gave up decisively, took a step back and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Okay, let's talk. What did Mom call this? Talk about something?"

The little guy has a bald head. Sitting cross-legged with his hands on his knees, he actually looks a bit like a little monk preparing to meditate and chant.

Fentian saw Mianmian sitting down, and he also sat down cross-legged: "This is called a discussion of the Dao, usually it's a best of three game."

Powerful gods, fearing that fighting would destroy the world's creatures and anger the Heavenly Dao, would sit on the ground and shout out their opinions. Both sides would express their views to each other. Whoever was convinced and admitted that the other party was right and could not refute it would lose. This was a relatively elegant way of competing.

It sounds elegant, but most of the time, what people discuss is not serious. No matter what they discuss, as long as both parties sit down, the competition will take place.

Whoever falls into the other party's language trap and agrees with what the other party says, forcing himself into a dead end, will lose.

However, Fentian did not take the discussion with Mianmian seriously. After all, the other party was just a child. Even if he had received advanced education from his parents, he could not live as long as him. He planned to let Mianmian give way to show his demeanor as a senior.

Tiandao agreed to discuss the Dao, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed.

Mianmian and Fentian, who were at the center, didn't feel anything, but Hu Yaoyao next to them, under unknown pressure, couldn't control herself and turned into a fox.

Yang Xian also instantly felt that the other "voice" in his body had disappeared.

His body no longer under his control, Yang Xian looked at the statue beside him.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian, he had previously learned those martial arts from this statue.

Could he really be...? Yang Xian suddenly felt that the third eye on the statue seemed to be glowing, attracting him to continue entering it.

Yang Xian stood there in a daze.

Mianmian raised her little face at this time, and as the one who initiated the discussion, she asked the first question in a baby voice: "Your voice obviously sounds very young, why do you call yourself an old Taoist?"

Fentian smiled: "A young voice does not mean a young age. Take Erlang Shen next to you for example. The moment he became a god, he would no longer look old, and his voice would always be young. However, his life experience is richer than yours, so he is also an old god."

"Oh!" Mianmian nodded vigorously. "So you think your body is young, but your inner soul is that of an experienced old man? Am I right?"

Fentian thought for a while and nodded: "Well, you are right."

Mianmian smiled and used her first move: "You said Mianmian was right, but when you used your soul to talk to Mianmian, you used the voice of a young man. This means that you are not what you say! The soul is your inner self. You say you are an old man, but you don't admit that you are an old man. This is called being two-faced! To put it more seriously, you are a hypocritical villain!"

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These words immediately blocked Fentian's way of making excuses.

Fentian was speechless.

That’s right, it was he who claimed to be an old Taoist, it was he who told Mianmian that he was old and had a superior status, it was he who admitted that his soul was that of an old man, and it was he who still spoke with the voice of a young man in his spiritual state.

He was trying to tell others that he was experienced and had a high status, and he used his youthful voice to emphasize this point.

Little did I know that with just three short sentences, I would fall into the trap of the little milk ball.

This little guy is really amazing.

Fentian sat upright and changed his voice: "You are right. Indeed, my voice should change at this moment. It is not my soul that is young, but only my body."

When Fentian admitted that Mianmian was right, his real body far away was hit by heavenly thunder.

If you fail in "discussing the Dao", you will be punished.

After Fentian endured the thunder from the sky, he opened his eyes and wanted to have another discussion with Mianmian in high spirits.

Originally, now was his turn! Fentian also wanted to use age to compare with Mianmian, so as to see who was better, so he asked: "You are a child, but you know so much, how did you do it?"

Mianmian answered honestly: "My mother taught me through illusions, so I know a lot."

Fentian continued to ask: "Illusionary teaching, does it mean that time passes?"

Mianmian nodded: "Yes, time in the illusion is very fast, but time outside is very slow."

Fentian smiled, and his changed old voice was full of confidence, as if he had already won the game: "You have much more experience than a real child, but you still confine yourself to the body of a child. Just like what you said just now, isn't this a kind of hypocrisy?"

(End of this chapter)