Evil Master and Disciple

Master Yun Yi soon arrived at the ancestral temple.

In the brightly lit ancestral hall, smoke curled up and the aroma of incense was extremely strong.

The old man guarding the temple sat cross-legged beside the altar, with a large piece of yellow paper in front of him.

Holding the brush, he slowly wrote down the four lines of Hengqu that Ye Feng had just mentioned.

He had just finished writing when Master Yun Yi came in.

The old man's handwriting is elegant and free-spirited, but there is an irrepressible sharpness at the end of each stroke.

Master Yun Yi looked at the four lines of Hengqu on the yellow paper and said, "Old Ancestor, I see that your understanding of the Way of Heaven has deepened recently. This sentence is enough to become the motto of all those who practice Taoism."

The old man looked up at Master Yun Yi and asked, "Do you think this is what I said?"

"Is not it?"

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "This is the first time I've heard these four sentences tonight."

Master Yun Yi's expression froze slightly.

I couldn't help but look outside the ancestral hall.

"Ye Feng is only fifteen or sixteen years old. He can't say something that only an old man who has experienced countless hardships can comprehend. I thought he heard it from you."

The old man continued to shake his head slowly, a hint of doubt appearing on his old, withered face covered with deep wrinkles.

The last poem Ye Feng wrote about bamboo had already amazed the old man.

This time, Hengqu's four sentences shocked the old man even more.

He couldn't understand why Ye Feng was so different from others.

It's like an outsider, out of tune with this world.

After Master Yun Yi finished offering incense to the ancestors of all generations, the old man finally spoke: "Yun Yi, didn't Yulong look for you?"

Master Yun Yi frowned and asked, "Sixth Brother? What does he want from me?"

The old man then understood that Master Yun Yi didn't know that his spiritual vein had been stolen.

At the same time, I also secretly admired the fat man Yulong, who was really able to keep his composure.

"It seems you don't know anything. I'll take you to see someone."

"Take me to see someone? Who?"

"Xu Kai."

Master Yun Yi frowned and asked, "Who is Xu Kai?"

"Your fourth junior brother's disciple."

The old man guarding the temple stood up and walked into the hall.

Master Yun Yi looked surprised and confused, not understanding why the fourth master's disciple was in the ancestral temple.

He suddenly realized that something big must have happened in Yunhai Sect during the time he was in seclusion.

While Yun Yi went to see Xu Kai, Yun Shuang'er was circling around Ye Feng. When Ye Feng looked suspicious, Yun Shuang'er stretched out her fair and soft hands, pinched Ye Feng's cheeks, and with a little force, Ye Feng's mouth opened.

Then Yun Shuang'er began to observe Ye Feng's mouth, as if she was buying an animal.

However, apart from the fish meat between the teeth, nothing else could be seen.

Ye Feng struggled to free himself, pinching his aching cheek and saying, "Shuang'er, what are you doing? Are you treating me like an animal?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity. So domineering, so elegant, where did you read that?"

Ye Feng felt a little guilty.

"Shuang'er, why do you always look down on me? I've already told you that I'm well-versed in the classics."

"Did you gain this through your own understanding?"

"Yes!" Ye Feng shamelessly took Zhang Zai's Four Sentences of Hengqu for himself.

With the experience of taking Yongzhu for himself last time, although he still felt a little guilty this time, he had made progress and was able to do it without blushing or breathing hard.

Yun Shuang'er still didn't quite believe it and said, "Then tell me what these four sentences mean?"

Ye Feng grinned and thought, this is just like a lame rabbit encountering a hunter and running into the muzzle of a gun.

He said, "Heaven and Earth regard living beings as their heart. The ancient sages participated in the transformation and nurturing of all things, allowing them to fulfill their true nature and destiny. This is the establishment of Heaven and Earth's heart. Establishing and clarifying principles and upholding social norms is the establishment of the Way for the people. Carrying forward lost knowledge, continuing the orthodoxy of the Way, inheriting the ideas and teachings of the ancestors. Promoting peace, learning from the law and benefiting all, using the sword to eliminate injustice, using strength to protect the lives of all living beings, and passing on this legacy to all eternity."

Yun Shuang'er's beautiful eyes, cold yet bright, stared at Ye Feng blankly.

After a long while, she finally uttered a single sentence: "It was Xiaofeng's mouth."

Ye Feng was shocked and thought that Yun Shuang'er was really smart.

However, Ye Feng did not deny it, and simply said: "I am Ye Feng, and I am not Ye Feng. The former Ye Feng died after the incident a few months ago. The one who survived is a brand new Ye Feng."

Yun Shuang'er fell into deep thought.

She always felt that Ye Feng in front of her was full of secrets.

According to Ye Feng, more than three months ago, he crawled out of a mass grave and lost all his memories.

Logically, Ye Feng's memory should be blank.

Then Ye Feng was imprisoned in the stone prison of the Discipline Courtyard. After only a few days, he was exiled here again.

Some time ago, Yun Shuang'er was also secretly protecting Ye Feng and observing this boy's every move.

I didn't see him reading any books.

Why do people now speak so pedantically? Their cultural level is much higher than before when they were semi-illiterate.

Yun Shuang'er couldn't understand.

But she could feel that the Ye Feng in front of her was not the naughty Ye Feng of the past.

After Ye Feng lost his memory, did he really complete a complete rebirth?

Or is it just a coincidence?

For example, he came across an ancient book that happened to contain a poem about bamboo, and it also contained these four sentences with lofty ideas.

Seeing Yun Shuang'er staring at him, Ye Feng quickly raised his wine bowl and said, "Shuang'er, we cultivators shouldn't dwell on these empty things. We cultivators should live freely. Come on, come on, drink."

Yun Shuang'er naturally realized that Ye Feng was trying to change the subject.

It's just that some of the sounds that were transferred gave people a very awkward and abrupt feeling.

But this kid seems unaware of it.

Yun Shuang'er became more and more suspicious.

Her eyes turned and suddenly a faint smile appeared on her face.

Yun Shuang'er had a stern face all day long, but this faint smile was like ice and snow melting, and even Ye Feng's heart melted.

She nodded and said, "That's right, let's drink. Let's not go home until we are drunk tonight."

Yun Shuang'er took out another jar of unused five-grain liquor.

Who said this girl doesn't understand the world?

At this moment, she not only used the beauty trap, but also used the legendary drunken sex trick... Bah, it should be the drunken truth-telling trick.

She planned to get Ye Feng drunk and then find out the boy's background.

Ye Feng, this little bootlicker, actually has very weak self-control. After being fooled by Yun Shuang'er with just a few words, he immediately became dizzy and lost his way.

Yun Shuang'er, who used to be stingy, was particularly generous today, and soon Ye Feng drank three bowls of five-grain liquor.

About two kilograms.

His face is as red as his buttocks and his steps are unsteady.

"No, no... I can't do that anymore, Mr. Yun... I'm drunk... I have to go to work tomorrow... I'll take a taxi back first!"

When Yun Shuang'er heard Ye Feng start talking nonsense, she knew the time was almost right.

"Ye Feng, let's not drink anymore. Can I ask you a few questions? You must answer truthfully!"

Ye Feng grabbed Yun Shuang'er's hand and said incoherently: "No problem... whatever you want to ask... brother will tell you."

Yun Shuang'er frowned slightly and watched Ye Feng rubbing his little hands constantly.

In order to get the truth, she had to endure it.

"Did you write those poems yourself? Or did you read them from a book?"

"Boss Yun, you like...you like poetry."

"Yes."

"Brother, you know three hundred Tang poems by heart. Even if you can't write, you can still recite them... In the past, Li Bai would drink a hundred cups of wine and write a hundred poems. Today, I... Ye Feng... can not only recite poems after drinking a cup of wine, but also dance with a sword... I'll show you..."

Ye Feng drew out the purple-green sword.

He had said before that he was drunk, but then he picked up the wine bowl on the table and walked to the open space with his steps floating.

He held the sword in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, and took two gulps.

He swayed a few times and burped.

He chanted, "The world is full of ups and downs... My generation was born, and once we entered the martial arts world, time will pass by..."

After saying this, he threw the wine bowl into the sky and danced with his sword quickly.

Amidst the dazzling sword light, his voice slowly rang out.

"Talking about the imperial plan and hegemony... laughing, unable to defeat others... living a drunken life!"

"I lifted my sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away."

"The world is like a tide, and people are like water. I can only sigh... the rivers and lakes... I can only sigh that few people return to the rivers and lakes... good wine... good wine..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wine bowl fell from the sky and was caught by the blade of the Purple and Green Sword.

He turned the magic sword, and not a drop of the half bowl of wine in the wine bowl spilled out.

He used his sword as an arm and brought the wine bowl to his mouth, ready to drink up the wine in the bowl.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly fell backwards and half a bowl of wine spilled on his clothes.

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Her pretty face was a little confused, but more of it was shock.

She knew very well that this guy had composed another masterpiece while drunk.

Yun Shuang'er walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to push Ye Feng's body.

"I really... really can't drink anymore..."

Yun Shuang'er was stunned for a while, then picked up Ye Feng, walked up to the bamboo building, and put him on the bamboo bed.

Just as he was about to leave, the drunk Ye Feng instinctively grabbed Yun Shuang'er's hand.

He grabbed her so tightly, as if he wanted to merge Yun Shuang'er's palm into his body, as if he would lose the most important person in his life if he let go.

Yun Shuang'er looked over, and in the dim moonlight coming through the window, she saw Ye Feng's face.

Young and handsome, yet seemingly filled with fear, he curled up like a frightened deer, murmuring softly, "Jing'er, Jing'er... don't go... it's been six years... If you don't like me, don't give me hope... Every time you give me hope, you leave me despair... I'm so sad, so sad... don't go..."

Who is Jing'er?

Yun Shuang'er frowned.

She sat on the edge of the bed and let Ye Feng hold her hand.

She gently stroked Ye Feng's forehead, just like that stormy night ten years ago, when young Ye Feng was terrified by the thunder, and his little hand tightly grasped Yun Shuang'er's palm.

Even so, Ye Feng still urinated on Yun Shuang'er's bed that night.

Yun Shuang'er said softly, "Xiao Feng, I won't leave."

As if he had gained a sense of security, the expression of pain, sadness and fear on Ye Feng's face gradually disappeared.

He placed Yun Shuang'er's hand under his face and fell asleep.

Just as Yun Shuang'er was lamenting the passing of time, the little brat had grown into a big boy in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng, who was sleeping, suddenly moved.

Before Yun Shuang'er could react, the boy sat up from the bed.

"vomit……"

All of it was spit out on Yun Shuang'er's snow-white skirt.

"You little bastard! I just changed into new clothes! Go to hell!"

Yun Shuang'er's expression was extremely ferocious, and she gave Ye Feng a big slap on the face with her backhand.