Evil Master and Disciple

"Spiritual painting?!"

When Jin He and An Nian heard Yun Shuang'er's words, they were stunned and then walked over.

An Nian was surprised and said, "No way! Ye boy is only fifteen years old, and he's already playing with this thing? No wonder there's a big bed in this room!"

Jin He gently touched the portrait of the girl with his fingers, and a faint light flowed out from his fingertips, and ripples like tiny water waves immediately appeared on the surface of the painting.

Jin He hummed, "It really is a spiritual painting. Ye Feng has been a pervert since he was a child. He also has a master who likes to mess around with women. It's not surprising that he has a spiritual painting."

An Nian reached out and took the portrait of the girl off the bamboo wall and placed it on the table.

She looked at Ling Hua and said, "Sixth Uncle likes to mess with women, but I've never heard of him messing with female ghosts! Junior Brother Ye is really better than me, he even doesn't let female ghosts go!

Others who engage in female ghost activities are always sneaky, but this guy is so good that he directly hangs the spirit painting in the most conspicuous place in the room, afraid that others will not know that he is engaging in female ghost activities! Is this proving that he is very brave?

Spiritual paintings were once synonymous with beauty.

Then it changed.

Many years ago, monks discovered that through secret methods, they could seal living but intangible creatures such as souls and elves into something.

Then spiritual painting was born.

The painting contains the human soul, which not only gives life to the painting, but also gives this soul almost infinite life.

Throughout the ages, many spiritual paintings have been passed down.

In the early days, they were all heartbroken because their lovers or relatives had passed away, so they sealed themselves in the spiritual painting so that they could continue to live and communicate together.

If the original owner of the spiritual painting dies, who will care about the soul in the painting?

Over time, some unscrupulous people began to make spiritual paintings for profit.

They specifically captured beautiful unmarried girls between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and through secret methods, absorbed the girls' souls into paintings, imprisoning them.

Men who need it spend a lot of money to buy it, sign a blood contract with the spirit painting, and use their own blood to feed the soul in the spirit painting.

Of course, the girls who are sealed in the spiritual paintings have to do some unspeakable things for their masters and become their masters' playthings.

This is not uncommon in the world.

Even in the Yunhai Sect, which is the leader of the righteous path in the world, there are many male disciples who secretly raise spiritual paintings.

Of course, female disciples also have spirit paintings. After all, spirit paintings can not only seal and imprison the souls of girls, but also the souls of men.

What the man purchased was a spiritual painting of a beautiful girl.

The woman bought a painting of a tall, handsome and strong man with an indomitable spirit.

Even within the Demonic Cult, those who play with spiritual paintings almost always do so in secret, fearing that others will find out.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, was afraid that others would not know that he was playing tricks, so he hung the spiritual painting in a conspicuous place.

Yun Shuang'er said coldly, "This kid has no self-control even before he reaches adulthood. He's messing around like that, and sooner or later he'll be drained of his yang energy by the female ghost!"

Jin He shook his head and said, "That's not the case. The soul has entered the painting through a secret method, and the Yin energy has been greatly reduced. The soul has transformed from a ghost into a spirit body, similar to an elf. Long-term intercourse with the person in the spirit painting may have some effects on the body of a mortal.

But for cultivators, this little bit of cold and yin energy entering the body is nothing at all. After intercourse, they can meditate for a while and then expel the yin energy from the body.

Therefore, these spiritual paintings have been very popular in the human world for many years. However, the production of these spiritual paintings is all done by taking the souls of humans alive, which is extremely cruel and against the way of heaven.

Thousands of years ago, all the righteous sects once joined forces to kill the monks who were producing spiritual paintings on a large scale, including many righteous monks.

Since then, spiritual paintings have disappeared from the human world. Although there are still many cultivators who take risks and secretly create spiritual paintings in order to earn spiritual crystals, it is far less crazy than it was a thousand years ago.

An Nian nodded and said, "There are quite a few people in our Yunhai Sect who enjoy spiritual painting. I heard that there is a female disciple in the Yunhai Sect who is not very good-looking. She is over a hundred years old and has not found a Taoist partner for dual cultivation. She simply gave up looking.

He spent hundreds of purple crystals to buy a spiritual painting of a macho man from the black market. It was said that the macho man was a captain in the border army, only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was not only strong and handsome, but also tall and strong.

That ugly girl enjoys sex with the hunk in her room every day, and she looks so energetic every day. It's really enviable!"

Jin He and Yun Shuang'er looked at An Nian in confusion.

Yun Shuang'er's face began to turn red again.

Jin He said, "An Nian, what nonsense are you talking about?"

An Nian laughed dryly and said, "I envy others, but I have never envied myself."

Jin He rolled his eyes at her and asked, "Who is that girl?"

An Nian shook his head and said, "I don't know. I only heard about it a few years ago. It seemed like he was an ugly monster on Xingluo Peak."

The sexual conversations between women are much more intense than those between men.

Therefore, many women, when they encounter traffic accidents, have to delete all the chat content with their best friends on their mobile phones with their last bit of consciousness.

Ye Feng didn't know that the three women were talking about things between men and women at this moment.

He knew that women were slow to change clothes.

The three women in the room were not people he could afford to offend, so he didn't dare to peek at them.

After changing his clothes, Ye Feng sat in the tobacco curing room, smoking a cigarette and playing with a magic sword in his hand.

This was the magic sword of the masked killer. After Ye Feng took it from the other party's hand, he casually stuck it into the ground.

Fatty Yulong only took the masked killer away and forgot to take the sword. When leaving the bamboo forest, Ye Feng casually threw the sword into his black silk bracelet.

If the old man guarding the temple had not told him about the map and the spiritual vein last night, Ye Feng would have immediately torn off the black cloth on the other person's face in the bamboo forest.

The situation is different now.

Although he really wanted to know who the killer was, he knew that if he tore off the killer's veil in the bamboo forest, his three senior sisters Yun Shuang'er, Jin He, and An Nian would also be able to see the killer's appearance.

Worried that this matter would implicate the three of them, Master Yulong stopped Ye Feng immediately.

The more Ye Feng looked at the sword, the more familiar it seemed.

The magic sword was originally stuck in the ground and was covered with a lot of mud.

Ye Feng grabbed the wet clothes he had just taken off and slowly wiped the sword.

This is a white fairy sword. The grade is neither high nor low. It is a treasure grade. There is no text engraved on the sword.

Come to think of it, generally only magic weapons of the immortal grade or above will be given appropriate names by weapon refiners based on their properties when refining them.

These immortal swords, which are not of very high grade, are all nameless, and the names are given by the people who get them.

However, Ye Feng was very sure that he must have seen this sword before.

"I must have seen this sword before, but where exactly have I seen it? I've only seen a few immortal swords up close recently: Fang Tong's Xuanfeng, Ben Lei's Ziling, Qi Yao's Luhai, Junior Sister's Fenji, Shuang'er's Hanxi, Shangguan Lan's Wangyou, and Miss Xiaoman's rubbish-broken sword...

Besides these people, who else have I come into contact with? And who else could I see his magic sword..."

"Could it be that I accidentally glimpsed it in the mountaintop square more than a month ago?"

"That's not right. If I had seen it in the square at that time, I wouldn't have had such a deep impression.

This is a treasure, it can’t be the one I saw last time at the Sword Tomb…”

Where the hell have I seen this sword before..."

Ye Feng threw the last of his cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

Just when he was feeling depressed, a mysterious thunder tore through the sky, and the lightning seemed to explode in Ye Feng's mind.

Ye Feng suddenly looked up and slowly stood up.

He remembered where he had seen this sword before.

"It's Xu Kai's sword... Yes! That's right!"

Ye Feng was deeply impressed by Xu Kai's magic sword.

He had just arrived in this world and was flying on a sword for the first time, soaring across the sky. That was when he was tied up and escorted by Xu Kai from the medicine garden back to the Discipline Academy.

Ye Feng was very envious of others flying with swords, so at that time Ye Feng carefully observed the magic sword under his feet.

"How is that possible! It was Xu Kai who wanted to kill me? This doesn't make sense... It doesn't make sense at all! If he wanted to kill me, he would have had a great opportunity in the stone prison of the Discipline Academy... Wait, the stone prison of the Discipline Academy..."

Thinking of the month he spent in the stone prison of the Discipline Court, Ye Feng's face slowly darkened.

Every time Xu Kai came to deliver food, he would only say: "Junior Brother Ye, have you remembered anything?"

I didn’t think much of it before, but now that I think about it, Xu Kai’s behavior during that period was indeed very strange.

Yu Chenzi and Master Yulong are close brothers, and their disciples are also very close.

But Xu Kai was extremely indifferent to Ye Feng.

"It really lives up to the saying, 'It's hard to paint a tiger's bones,' and 'You can only know a person's face but not his heart! Damn it! I treated him as my senior brother, and he actually wanted to trick me! It seems I was naive before. I can never trust anyone again!"

Ye Feng thought about the past and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

At the same time, I was also very scared.

Because during the time he was imprisoned in the Discipline Institute, Xu Kai had countless ways to kill himself.

But he walked out of the stone prison alive.

It's nothing but luck!

Ye Feng came to the bamboo door of the tobacco curing room, opened it, and looked to the south.

In the wind and rain, the candlelight in the ancestral temple seemed very dim and unclear.

Ye Feng couldn't help but feel worried at this moment.

If it is true as he guessed, the killer is Xu Kai, then the time to test his master has come.

Will Master show mercy because of the brotherhood he has with Fourth Uncle?

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the direction of the bamboo building in the north: "Junior Brother Ye, are you crazy? Even if you wanted to peek at the three of us changing clothes, you should have looked to the north. What do you mean by lying in front of the door and looking furtively to the south? In your eyes, the three of us beauties changing clothes are less attractive than this storm? Get up here!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng looked up and saw that the window on the south side of the bamboo building was open and An Nian was standing in front of the window.

Ye Feng immediately collected his thoughts and called out, "Have you all changed your clothes? Then I'll come up!"

Seeing the bamboo window closed, Ye Feng took a few deep breaths, threw Xu Kai's magic sword into the black silk bracelet, then rummaged through the black silk bracelet, and finally found a big pot, put it on his head, and rushed out of the tobacco curing room.