Evil Master and Disciple

Ling Yunzhi really wants to take Ye Feng as his master.

Of course it’s not about learning Taoism.

But learn how to pick up girls.

In terms of appearance, Ling Yunzhi doesn't think he is worse than Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was just a sixteen-year-old boy. His skeleton had not yet fully grown, his hair had not yet fully grown, and the charm of a man had not yet been reflected in Ye Feng's body.

He has a good figure, good facial features, good height, good background, and also possesses the charm of a mature man that Ye Feng does not have.

Logically speaking, I should be more popular than Ye Feng among the opposite sex.

But most of the girls he slept with were just prostitutes from brothels. Occasionally there were a few girls from the world of cultivation, but they were all ugly and of low quality. They were far inferior to Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi.

The most important thing is that the collisions between Ling Yunzhi and those girls from the world of cultivation were simply physical, and there was no spiritual communication like that between Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er.

This made Ling Yunzhi very envious.

He really wanted to learn a few tricks from Ye Feng.

There are so many beautiful fairies in the world of cultivation. As long as I learn Ye Feng's skills in picking up girls, I can roam freely in the world of cultivation and find a few fairies with peerless looks and hot bodies to be my dual cultivation partners. Isn't that wonderful?

Facing Ling Yunzhi's burning gaze, Ye Feng was speechless.

He thought he had misheard. This little black dragon actually wanted him to teach him how to pick up girls?

If I knew how to pick up girls, would I have to be a bootlicker for so many years in my previous life?

In my previous life, I shouldn’t have been the one delivering condoms to the goddess at 1 a.m., I should have been the one waiting for condoms in the room.

Seeing Ye Feng remained silent, Ling Yunzhi became a little impatient and said, "Old Ye, we are all good brothers, don't be secretive. I always spare no effort to help you with your affairs."

Ye Feng looked at Ling Yunzhi's anxious expression, grinned, and said: "Young Pavilion Master, I have to say that asking me to teach you how to pick up girls is the most accurate thing you have done in your life.

You can see that I, Ye Feng, am surrounded by beauties!

I have thirty-six strategies for love, do you want to learn them?"

"My Thirty-Six Strategies of Love? I want to learn! I want to learn!"

Ling Yunzhi's eyes immediately lit up.

Ye Feng said: "Today's time is limited, I will teach you the first strategy first, licking and waiting for the labor..."

"Lick and wait for the labor? What does that mean?"

How could Ye Feng know anything about the Thirty-Six Strategies of Love? What he passed on to Ling Yunzhi was just his experience of licking a goddess in his previous life.

Ling Yunzhi, who had never seen the world, listened with great interest and even took out a pen and paper to write down some of the key points about "licking" that Ye Feng said.

If you ask Ye Feng to say anything else, this kid really doesn't know how to do it.

But when it comes to licking, he calls himself second, and no one dares to claim to be first.

It has been half a year since Ye Feng came to this world and he hasn't licked a girl again. He almost forgot this skill from his previous life.

At this moment in the carriage, Ye Feng spoke more and more fluently.

The familiar feeling is back.

When the old bootlicker was looking for a successor, this inconspicuous carriage arrived near Bailing Temple south of Chongningfang.

It was noon and Bailing Temple was already bustling with traffic.

Many people from the capital came to pray and fulfill their vows.

The carriage could only stop at a very far distance, so Ye Feng and Ling Yunzhi walked forward.

There were too many pilgrims, and almost all of them were mortals. No one knew the famous Thunder God Swordsman Ye Feng. The two of them easily passed through the temple in front and, led by the little monk from Bailing Temple, came to the back of Bailing Temple.

It was still the quiet courtyard that Ye Feng had visited twice.

This courtyard was obviously set up with a forbidden barrier. The chaotic and noisy worldly sounds in front of him disappeared immediately after he stepped into the courtyard.

It's like stepping into another world.

A young monk in moon-white robes knocked on the door of a meditation room, then put his hands together and said, "Brother Fayuan, Donor Ye from the Yunhai Sect has arrived."

"come in."

Fa Yuan's voice came from inside the house.

The young monk opened the door and extended his hand to Ye Feng and Ling Yunzhi, saying, "Please come in, benefactors."

In the simple Zen room, Monk Fayuan was facing a small Buddha statue placed on the table and chanting Buddhist scriptures softly. The rhythmic sound of the wooden fish echoed in the room.

Ye Feng said, "Brother Fayuan, it's already so late, why are you still doing morning prayers?"

The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped. Fa Yuan stood up and said with a smile, "Pray to the Buddha is not about time. If you set a time for yourself to pray to the Buddha, you will never become a Buddha."

Ye Feng curled his lips.

Ling Yunzhi also curled his lips.

These two scums of the secular world have no good feelings towards Buddhism, especially the Buddhist rules and regulations, which are simply the natural nemesis of people like them.

Of course, pouting has another meaning.

That is, they saw the face of Monk Fayuan, which absolutely deserved to be cut into pieces.

A monk who can't marry, can't find a partner, and can't sleep with women, why does he have such a handsome face?

In front of Monk Fayuan, both of them seemed a little less confident.

Monk Fayuan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, who is this donor?"

Ling Yunzhi clasped his fists and said, "My name is Ling Yunzhi, nice to meet Senior Brother Fayuan."

"Oh, so the donor is Young Master Ling of Qingyun Pavilion. I have heard of you for a long time."

"Hey, you know me?"

"Qingyun Pavilion is famous throughout the world. How could this humble monk not know Pavilion Master Ling? Junior Brother Ye, Pavilion Master Ling, please take a seat."

Ling Yunzhi glanced at Ye Feng beside him with some pride, raised his eyebrows, and whispered: "Old Ye, see, I am quite famous in the human world."

Ye Feng responded: "If I were the Young Master of Qingyun Pavilion, I would also be very famous."

After the three of them sat down, they exchanged some meaningless pleasantries.

This is common among righteous monks. They all say some empty and pretentious compliments. It seems that only by being polite for half an hour when meeting can they show that they are well-educated and well-mannered gentlemen.

Ye Feng hated the false courtesy shown by righteous disciples when they met each other.

After a few pleasantries, Ye Feng said, "Brother Fayuan, let's not talk about these polite words. I came to see you today for two things."

Fa Yuan nodded and said, "Junior Brother Ye, please speak."

Ye Feng said, "First of all, I heard from Senior Sister An Nian that Chu Liunian was injured that night and was later taken away by your Lingtai Temple. I have met Chu Liunian a few times, and I want to know how she was injured."

Fa Yuan glanced at Ling Yunzhi.

Ye Feng knew what he meant, so he said, "Young Pavilion Master Ling knows the whole story, and he's also my friend, so I can trust him. Brother Fayuan, just tell me what you want to say."

Fa Yuan nodded slowly and said, "Since Pavilion Master Ling and Junior Brother Ye came here together, they are one of us.

However, I will talk about the matter of Fairy Liu Nian later. What is the second thing I want to know about Brother Ye? "