Evil Master and Disciple

The next day, early in the morning.

It was just dawn when Ye Feng woke up from his meditation, stretching lazily.

After half a night of continuous efforts, he finally sealed some of the luck in the imperial seal into the Shanhe Pen.

However, he didn't know that the luck he sealed into the Mountain and River Pen had not yet leaked out.

If Qiu Yuanshou and others knew about this, they would definitely stamp their feet in anger and curse Ye Feng as a super prodigal son.

After putting the imperial seal, the mountain and river brush and the inkstone into the black silk bracelet, Ye Feng took out the spiritual sound mirror from his arms to contact Monk Fayuan.

The result was a busy tone. After waiting for nearly a minute, Fa Yuan still didn't get through.

This made Ye Feng feel worried about his only friend in Buddhism.

Since Monk Fayuan's spiritual sound mirror could not be connected, Ye Feng could only contact Ling Yunzhi.

Ye Fuyou’s words of advice last night seemed to be of no use to this kid.

He still couldn't let go of these things that had nothing to do with him, making his life very tiring.

Ling Yunzhi answered the call quickly, and only three or four seconds later Ye Feng saw another self lying on the bed in the mirror.

"Young Master, you're actually sleeping!"

"Um, Old Ye, why don't I understand? It's so early in the morning, and the sun hasn't even gotten up to work yet. If I'm not sleeping, what else can I do?"

"Yesterday, the people in Jizhou were all beaten to a pulp..."

"So what? What does it have to do with me?"

Ling Yunzhi is much better than Ye Feng in this regard.

Perhaps it is because Qingyun Pavilion has access to human intelligence, Ling Yunzhi, as the young leader, has never been interested in the affairs of other sects.

Saving the people of the world, such a big thing, is something that the leaders of the major sects of good and evil should think about, and has nothing to do with a young man like him.

If Ling Yunzhi liked to meddle in other people's affairs like Ye Feng, he would have gone crazy long ago.

Because Qingyun Pavilion's intelligence network is almost everywhere in the world, and intelligence can be good or bad.

A lot of the intelligence is shocking.

However, Qingyun Pavilion would never make public any outrageous information just for the sake of its so-called sense of justice.

Only someone like Ling Yunzhi, who is indifferent to other people's affairs, is suitable for working in Qingyun Pavilion.

But someone like Ye Feng definitely won't do that.

Ye Feng said, "Young Pavilion Master, I just contacted Senior Brother Fa Yuan, but he didn't respond for quite some time. Don't you have two Qingyun Pavilion masters spying over there? What's the situation over there? Is the fighting still going on?"

"What the hell, it was all over more than two hours ago."

"How did it end? Did that ugly monk Fa Yuan survive?"

"Of course not. Buddhists are very cautious and careful. No matter what they do, they will only act when they are absolutely sure.

This time the Buddhist sect was very well prepared, and the fight was over in less than half an hour.

Most of the fifty-odd assassins died in the battle, and there were about six captives taken away by Famen, including the special envoy named Huang Hua identified by Fairy Liunian.

After the battle, Monk Fayuan and most of the other high-ranking Buddhist monks immediately left with the prisoners. They should have reached Lingtai Temple by now, with only a dozen or so elders remaining to dismantle the Nine-Aspects Formation of the Buddha they had set up beforehand.

After listening to Ling Yunzhi's story, Ye Feng felt relieved.

Although he said all day long that Fayuan was an ugly monk.

But after spending some time together, Ye Feng actually still likes Fa Yuan quite a bit.

In his heart, he already regarded Monk Fayuan as his friend.

Ye Feng would naturally be happy if his friend was safe and sound in this storm.

Just as he was about to close the Lingyin Mirror, Ling Yunzhi suddenly said mysteriously, "Old Ye, I'm going to tell you a huge secret. You must never spread it around."

"I don't listen! I don't listen!"

Ye Feng suddenly covered his ears.

It is because he knows too many secrets that his life is so tiring.

I was thinking last night that I would never pry into other people's secrets again.

I didn't expect that Ling Yunzhi would tell me a huge secret early in the morning.

If I knew this so-called big secret, I would probably worry about it all day long.

Ling Yunzhi seemed to have not expected Ye Feng's reaction to be so big.

"Hey, Old Ye, what's wrong with you today? Didn't you like to ask for secrets the most in the past?"

Ye Feng said: "The past is the past, and the present is the present. To be honest, I have not been happy at all recently. All kinds of thoughts are flying around in my mind every day. The reason for this is that I know too many secrets.

I don't want to know any secrets now, especially the biggest secrets... I want to be myself again! I want to find the happy and carefree Ye Daba of Yunhai Sect that I lost for a few months!"

Ye Feng clenched his fists and spoke righteously.

Ling Yunzhi said, "Oh, is that so? Fine then, I won't tell you this huge secret! It's dawn now, and I still need to make some preparations. I'll secretly escort your Fairy Liunian to Tianyun Mountain for you."

Seeing Ling Yunzhi about to close the Lingyin Mirror, Ye Feng suddenly said, "Wait a minute... Young Pavilion Master, wait a moment, that huge secret you just mentioned..."

"Don't you want to know? Didn't you quit?"

"I... of course I don't want to know! I'm just a little curious. You know curiosity is human instinct, so I'll just listen to what the big secret is."

"You want to hear it? It's too late! I don't want to talk anymore! Goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yunzhi decisively interrupted the video call.

Ye Feng's expression was stiff. He scratched his head and muttered to himself, "What a huge secret? What exactly is a secret? What kind of secret can be described as huge?"

This Young Pavilion Master has really turned evil, and he actually played hard to get with me..."

Ye Feng wanted to fight back again and ask Ling Yunzhi what the secret was.

Suddenly, the Lingyin Mirror made a sound. He thought it was Ling Yunzhi calling, so when he picked up the phone, he saw it was Qin Ying.

Of course it wasn’t Qin Ying, there was no way for them to contact each other.

The woman in the Lingyin mirror at this moment was Yun Shuang'er, who had disguised herself as Qin Ying.

Although he had been with Yun Shuang'er, who had disguised herself as Qin Ying, for several days, Ye Feng still felt very uncomfortable when he suddenly saw Qin Ying's face.

Ye Feng said, "Shuang'er, we live next door, separated by only a wall. If you have any questions, just come over directly. I estimate that the straight-line distance between us is less than three meters. Is it necessary to use the Spirit Sound Mirror?"

Yun Shuang'er's eyes turned and she said, "Nothing. I just finished a night of training, bathed, and was getting dressed when I suddenly thought of you. I wanted to see if you were up yet. If you are, we can set off. We're still quite a distance from here to Jiuhua Mountain, and there's only a little over a day left before I meet your sister Shangguan there. We can't afford to delay."