Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng carried a big pot on his head and ran from the tobacco curing room to the bamboo building in one breath.

The wind and rain were so strong that the iron pot could only protect his head, and his clothes were still a little wet.

After rushing into the bamboo house, Ye Feng put the large iron pot aside and cursed, "This weather is so fucking weird. It doesn't rain for over a month, and when it does it's like the end of the world. This torrential downpour has been going on for almost an hour. This amount of rainfall can paralyze the underground drainage system of any international metropolis in the world. I guess West Lake will be hit again and used as a unit of measurement. They say that in such and such a place, the rainfall in an hour is comparable to that of hundreds of West Lakes. Now it's only flooding the subway station and two-story residential buildings. This city's flood control and drainage construction is already considered advanced, bah!"

The three women looked at each other. They could understand every word Ye Feng said, but when they put them together to form a sentence, each word seemed strange.

When Ye Feng saw the three women staring at him in confusion, he suddenly came to his senses.

He laughed dryly and said, "Why are the three senior sisters staring at me with such weird eyes? It makes me feel so embarrassed, my heart is beating so fast... Oh, why did you take down my painting? You're disgusting!"

Only then did Ye Feng see that the painting of a melancholy girl admiring lotus flowers that he had originally hung on the bamboo wall was now placed on the table.

He walked forward and prepared to hang the painting up again.

As soon as I stretched out my hand, I saw three white and warm hands pressing on the painting.

Ye Feng was shocked and asked, "Have you washed your hands? Don't dirty the beauty in the painting."

Jin He poked Ye Feng's head with his finger and said, "Hey, little brat, how old are you? You're playing with this thing? Do you believe I'll spank you?"

Jin He was not joking when he said this.

Ye Feng lived in Mozhuxuan for a few years when he was a child. As the eldest sister of Mozhuxuan, Jinhe was both a sister and a mother to Ye Feng. When Ye Feng wet the bed, Jinhe washed the sheets for him. When Ye Feng fell into the cesspool, Jinhe also cleaned his body.

When Ye Feng was a child and got into trouble, Jin He would spank him with a cane.

Although Jin He also knew that Ye Feng had lost his previous memory, she had not lost her own memory.

In Jin He's heart, Ye Feng is still Ye Feng, the bad boy who is poorly disciplined and always causing trouble.

Ye Feng was a little stunned and said, "Senior Sister Jinhe, why do your words sound so familiar to me? Ah, I remember, Senior Sister Yue said the same thing last night.

I said, why can't I play this? Although I seem a bit idle, unlearned, unwilling to strive for the top, overestimating my own abilities, and vulnerable, no... no... think of another one for me. "

An Nian said: "Neither fish nor fowl..."

"You all misunderstand me. Actually, I am a man of great learning, erudite, and talented. I have read a lot of poetry and books, and I am well-versed in both ancient and modern times. I have a brilliant literary talent.

I am a noble person who has bid farewell to vulgar tastes. I dabble in calligraphy and painting, pretend to be cultured, act like a scholar, and cultivate my already noble sentiments. What's wrong with that?

That law and sect rule stipulates that I, Ye Feng, cannot write poetry or pretend to be cultured?

Do you think that I am only fit for cheating, eating, drinking, gambling, stealing, robbing, molesting my junior sisters, and sneaking through walls and windows in the middle of the night to peek at girls bathing?

Shuang'er, tell them, am I a brilliant writer... am I a man of great talent... Don't you think the poem I wrote about bamboo last time was amazing?"

Ye Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.

He wants to speak for himself.

We must get rid of the title of bullying men and women.

He wants to be a sword immortal, a swordsman...

At worst, being a Confucian immortal is fine!

The three girls were stunned by what the boy said and couldn't react for a while.

At this time, Ye Feng had already taken the portrait of the girl away, stood on tiptoe, and hung it back on the bamboo wall.

An Nian glared and said, "I've never seen such a shameless person! He actually plays with a female ghost and talks about it so refreshingly and elegantly... Shameless! Too shameless! I can't help it! I'm going to beat him up! Where's my sword? Where's my sword?!"

Jinhe was also looking around for a stick.

Today she must beat Ye Feng's butt into pieces.

Yun Shuang'er suddenly said: "Wait..."

Jin He said, "Junior Sister, don't worry about this. I haven't taught him a lesson in a few years. It's raining and stormy tonight, and I have nothing to do anyway..."

Yun Shuang'er shook her head silently.

She felt as if the two sides were completely split.

Because Yun Shuang'er saw with her own eyes that Ye Feng composed a bamboo poem within seven steps that still shocks her today.

She wondered where Ye Feng got this poem from, and during this period she specially collected all the poems about bamboo from ancient times to the present, but she did not find the one written by Ye Feng.

Moreover, in Yun Shuang'er's opinion, the poems about bamboo written by the ancient and modern sages and scholars do not seem to be as artistic conception as the one written by Ye Feng.

This made Yun Shuang'er completely believe that Ye Feng might not be what everyone saw him to be.

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Ye Feng, don't you know the origin of this painting?"

Ye Feng looked at Jin He and the other man who were busy looking for suitable weapons, with a puzzled look on his face.

He scratched his head and said, "Origin? Isn't this just a self-portrait of a young girl? Why, Shuang'er, do you know who the owner of this painting is?"

Ye Feng has always wanted to find out the identity of the girl in the painting, because he guessed that this girl who likes to use the simulated Longyang to relieve her loneliness should be the owner of the black silk bracelet.

Because the box containing the black silk bracelet contained many of her self-portraits.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in the black silk bracelet that could directly prove the girl’s identity.

Since there is no concept of time in the Qiankun storage bracelet, Ye Feng cannot infer when the little green-haired man stole the bracelet. Maybe it was a month ago, maybe a year ago, maybe a hundred years ago...

For this purpose, he even specifically asked the old man who was guarding the temple.

The old man told him that the previous owner of the bracelet must have been dead for many years, and the bracelet had become an ownerless object, so his spiritual consciousness could freely enter and exit the space inside the bracelet, allowing Ye Feng to keep it for use.

Seeing the three women's posture at this moment, Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be that the old man guessed wrong?

The bracelet's owner wasn't dead at all? Did the three women know her?

But then I thought about it, it didn't make sense. If the owner of the bracelet was not dead, wouldn't there be a mark of the owner on the bracelet? It would be impossible for my consciousness to enter and exit the bracelet space at will.

Just when Ye Feng was feeling uneasy, Yun Shuang'er shook her head and said, "How could I possibly recognize the woman in the painting? This is a spiritual painting, don't you know?"

"What? What are spiritual paintings... Wait... I think I heard Fang Tong and Ben Lei mention spiritual paintings a while ago..."

Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes fixed on the portrait of the girl hanging in front of him. He took a few steps back and hid directly behind Yun Shuang'er.

He grabbed Yun Shuang'er's arms with both hands and poked his head out from the side of Yun Shuang'er.

He said in astonishment, "Shuang'er...you mean...this is a spiritual painting? The kind that seals a female ghost?! Is the girl in the painting a female ghost?"

Yun Shuang'er nodded silently.

"Damn it! I've had this painting hanging for over half a month! I've been living in the same room with a female ghost for over half a month?

A man and a woman alone... a man and a ghost alone... a handsome man and a beautiful ghost, we've been in the same room for such a long time, and I haven't been eaten by her?! I'm so lucky! "

Seeing Ye Feng's reaction at this moment, Yun Shuang'er seemed relieved.

After An Nian and Jin He looked at each other, they understood.

This kid doesn't seem to know that this is a spiritual painting.

Jin He said, "Boy, don't you know this is a spiritual painting?"

Ye Feng shouted, "If I had known she was a female ghost, I would have burned her to death long ago! I'm terrified of ghosts! Burn this painting! It's too scary!"

An Nian said, "Boy, are you acting with us? The girl in the painting is so beautiful, and you're a young man full of vigor. It's been over half a month, and you haven't...done anything with her?"

"Senior Sister An, what do you mean by that?!"

"sleep."

"I slept with her? Can a female ghost be slept with? Stop it!"

"Of course. The female ghost in the spiritual painting was sealed by a secret method. After it was released, she was no different from a normal woman. She was very moist. All men in the world can't let go of the spiritual painting. Have you really never had sex with her?"

"What? There's such a thing? No wonder Fang Tong and Ben Lei had such obscene expressions when they talked to me about the spiritual painting last time... Wait... wait, let's burn it later..."

Ye Feng's eyes kept rolling around.

Walked out from behind Yun Shuang'er.

He wanted to slap himself a few times.

It's been hanging in front of me for half a month!

He didn't even know that this painting was a spiritual painting, let alone that the girl in the painting could come into the real world and serve a man!

Seeing this boy stroking his chin and looking at the girl in the painting with a wretched expression, not even a hint of fear, Jin He and Yun Shuang'er simultaneously looked at An Nian with unfriendly eyes.

An Nian stuck out her tongue and said, "Don't look at me. I was just giving this kid some basic knowledge about spiritual paintings and how to use the spiritual objects in them... No, this kid is a pervert who bullies men and women. He knows more about spiritual paintings than I do. How come he seems to know nothing?"

Jin He said, "More than three months ago, he was assassinated and buried in the mass grave of Luoxia Peak. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to crawl out on his own, but he has lost all his previous memories.

While his memory was as blank as a sheet of paper, I wanted to guide him back on the right path, but you, with just a few words, corrupted him again..."

An Nian's pretty face changed slightly, and she said in surprise: "What? This kid has lost his memory? And he was buried? Ye Feng... Ye kid... What the hell is going on?!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Senior Sister An, this is a long story. I'll tell you later. The most urgent thing now is, can you tell me how to release the girl in the painting? And how to control her to do anything?"

An Nian said, "Blood, the master feeds the spirit in the painting with his own blood, and the painting spirit repays with his body. He can sleep, play, and help you clean the room, wash clothes, and cook. He will never betray you..."

"An Nian! Could you please say less?" Jin He was speechless.

"He asked it himself!"