Evil Master and Disciple

Soon, Ye Feng and Master Yun Yi walked out of the bamboo forest.

As usual, Master Yun Yi did not stay in front of Ye Feng's bamboo building for long, but walked towards the ancestral temple in the south which was brightly lit.

Ye Feng cleaned up the broken bones on the bamboo table, then lay on the bamboo chair and smoked.

Tonight is August 14th, and the moon is already very big and round.

Looking at the moon which was exactly the same as the one on Earth, Ye Feng fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about what Master Yun Yi had said to him earlier.

Master Yun Yi is so smart that he should know that Lin Yi is not the real culprit behind all this. It is very likely that his senior brother Dugu Changkong is the instigator of all this.

Even if Master Yun Yi doesn't deal with it publicly, he will definitely deal with it secretly.

What will he do to the eldest brother?

Is it a direct punishment? Or is it to punish some insignificant people as a warning to the eldest brother?

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Master Yun Yi's choice to handle the matter in a low-key manner.

But Ye Feng had no choice.

On this matter, Master Yun Yi should have reached a consensus with his fat master.

Even if he wanted to kill Lin Yi and the eldest senior brother completely to prevent future troubles, he was powerless and Master Yun Yi would not listen to him.

Lin Yi is not so bad, he is just Yun Yi's sixth disciple.

Dugu Changkong is the eldest senior brother of the entire Yunhai Sect and cannot be dealt with easily.

Although Master Yun Yi said tonight that Ye Feng would no longer be involved in this matter, he asked Ye Feng to rest assured.

Of course, Ye Feng couldn't be truly at ease.

What Ye Feng can do now is to improve his cultivation as much as possible so that he can have enough self-protection ability.

After finishing one cigarette, he lit another one.

He suddenly thought of another question.

Master Yun Yi has seven disciples. Since Lin Yi is on the side of the eldest brother, does that mean Miao Xiaorou is also on the side of the eldest brother? Miao Xiaorou currently works at Tianfengyuan. Could it be that Miao Xiaorou is on Fu Jinghong's side?

Also, who are the three direct disciples of the master, Qin Han, the third one, Liu Changyuan, the fourth one, and Li Yuhai, to whom do they belong?

Thinking about it carefully, Ye Feng seemed to have never met these three senior brothers.

I always feel that the three of them are very mysterious.

Mysterious people are often scary.

Ye Feng thought that he should have less dealings with these true disciples of the master in the future, otherwise he would end up being killed by himself without knowing it.

This time, Master Yun Yi did not stay in the ancestral temple for long. Before Ye Feng finished smoking his second cigarette, he saw the head master transformed into a stream of light and flew away from the door of the ancestral temple.

Ye Feng began to calculate the time.

How long have you been punished here?

Is it seventy-five days? Or eighty days?

How long until three months?

Oh, it’s really inconvenient not to have an almanac with me.

I meditate and practice all day long. Sometimes a day goes by in the blink of an eye, and sometimes three days go by.

This is the sorrow of cultivators. When they are in a state of meditation, their bodies are still in this world, but their consciousness seems to have entered another world.

I thought only a few hours had passed, but maybe ten days or half a month had passed.

If I had known this earlier, I would have learned from Robinson Crusoe and made a scratch on the stone every day.

As a result, Ye Feng doesn’t even know how long it will take for him to be released from prison.

It wouldn't be a big deal if I spent a few days less in jail, but if I miscalculated the time and ended up spending a few more days here, that would be a huge loss. Applying for compensation for wrongful convictions is not allowed in this world.

"Forget it, let's just say today is the eightieth day. I'd rather miscalculate a hundred days than stay a day longer!"

After smoking, Ye Feng devoted himself to cultivation again.

The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This world is very strange. We speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, have Mid-Autumn Festival, Spring Festival, and the Book of Songs about Guan Jujiu on the Island in the River.

Even the sun and moon use the same ones as on Earth.

But there is no Qin Shi Huang, Han Wudi, Song, Yuan, Ming or Qing dynasties, and there is not even a Dragon Boat Festival for eating rice dumplings.

Ye Feng knew about the myths of this world, which were similar to the ancient Chinese myths and legends: Pangu created the world, Nuwa created humans, the Three Sovereigns established the country, the Five Emperors expanded the territory, Houyi shot down the sun, and Dayu controlled the flood.

But after the Five Emperors, the dynasties were completely different.

Moreover, the legends of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are from a long time ago, and they were all figures from ancient times.

In addition to the ancient times, there were also the Middle Ages, the Archaic Age, and the Prehistoric Age at this time.

Today is a holiday. After Ye Feng finished practicing sword techniques, he began to meditate to restore his true energy. When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the old man guarding the temple sweeping fallen leaves not far away.

Ye Feng shouted, "Old Senior, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm about to leave here. Prepare some delicious food tonight, and let's have a drink together."

The old man guarding the temple glanced at Ye Feng and said nothing.

Ye Feng spent the whole afternoon preparing for tonight's dinner, including cold pig ears, braised pig's trotters, braised pig's tails, spicy pig's hearts, stir-fried pig's large intestines, braised pork, stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, stir-fried pork tripe, braised pig's tongue, and braised spare ribs.

That’s right, a whole pig feast.

There was no other way. The nearly one hundred wild boars he collected in the Yellow Smoke Forest last time were all stuffed into the black silk bracelet.

After more than a month of eating, he only ate five wild boars, most of which were eaten by Sanzhier. If Ye Feng were to eat them all by himself, five wild boars would be enough for him to eat for half a year.

Sanzhier was taken back by Xiao Su Daji to receive his salary yesterday evening.

It seems that this little green-haired boy worked overtime digging in the spiritual mine all night last night. He only came back in the afternoon and looked very tired.

However, when it saw Ye Feng making so many delicious dishes, its spirits immediately lifted. It squatted beside the stove, helping Ye Feng boil the pot while drooling.

After working for more than an hour, the delicious dishes were finally ready when the sun set.

In order to take care of Sanzhier, a little foodie who can hunt for treasures, Ye Feng also stewed a big pot of meat and bones for him.

Otherwise, these exquisite whole pig banquet dishes would not be enough for Sanzhier to eat alone.

"Old man! It's time to eat!"

Ye Feng yelled at the top of his lungs.

The figure of the old man guarding the temple soon appeared on the bluestone path.

The old man guarding the temple today seems to be different from usual.

Although he still looked so old, he changed his clothes.

Holding a big black-skinned watermelon in his hand.

This was the first time he visited Ye Feng's home in more than two months, and it was a major holiday, so he naturally couldn't come empty-handed. Therefore, he prepared a big watermelon as a souvenir.

Seeing the various dishes piled all over the wooden table, the old man guarding the temple smiled slightly.

He said, "Boy, you still have some conscience. You still remember to treat this old man before you leave."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Look at what you said. During this period of time, you have taught me various true methods, which are more than what my master taught me. If possible, I really want to worship you as my master!"

The old man who guarded the temple rolled his eyes and said, "You wish! Do you know how senior I am in the Yunhai Sect? If I accept you as my disciple, hehe... the current head of the Yunhai Sect will call you Grandmaster Uncle."

"That would be great! This way, I can walk around in Yunhai Sect with all my might, bully anyone I don't like, and tease anyone I think is pretty. The Discipline Institute wouldn't dare to do anything to me! Just thinking about it is so cool!"

Ye Feng took the watermelon from the old man guarding the temple with a smile.

Let the elderly sit down.

Sanzhier was already squatting under the table and eating.

After Ye Feng sat down, he handed the old man chopsticks and sighed, "It's a pity to have food but no wine."

The old man picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it into his mouth, saying with a smile: "The wine is here."

Ye Feng asked, "What?"

The old man glanced at the night sky and saw a streak of light falling rapidly.

She turned into Yun Shuang'er in white clothes.

Yun Shuang'er was slightly startled when she saw Ye Feng and the old man eating.

When Ye Feng saw Yun Shuang'er, he immediately shrank his neck.

Ever since the last time I got drunk and vomited all over Yun Shuang'er's trouser pocket, Yun Shuang'er has not come here again.

Ye Feng was scared, worried that Yun Shuang'er would beat him up again.

Yun Shuang'er was slightly startled when she saw the old man guarding the temple was also here.

She had just finished her training for the day and was returning to Xingluo Peak. When she passed by this place, she thought that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ye Feng was alone guarding the mausoleum in the back mountain, so she stopped.

The moment she fell, she had already forgotten the last time Ye Feng vomited on her, and she secretly vowed in her heart that she would never come here again.

Yun Shuang'er is not a woman who is good at dealing with people, especially strangers.

Although she had seen this old man many times, he was still a stranger to Yun Shuang'er.

She felt very relaxed when she was with Ye Feng, and could even fall asleep in front of Ye Feng.

In front of outsiders, she seemed very uncomfortable.

She glanced at the haggard old man and then at the whole pig feast on the table.

Said to Ye Feng: "I thought you would be lonely and depressed today, but I didn't expect you to be living such a comfortable life."

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "It's a holiday now, and I'm about to leave here. Senior has helped me a lot during this period, so I made some food as a thank you."

Yun Shuang'er said, "I've saved you so many times, and you've either given me grilled fish or beggar's chicken. I've never seen you cook so many dishes just to thank me."

Ye Feng said, "It's not a festival, who has the time to prepare these dishes? Shuang'er, you came just in time tonight, come and try my cooking."

Seeing that Yun Shuang'er didn't seem to mention the last time she spit in her trouser pocket, Ye Feng gradually felt relieved. He quickly got up, brought a bamboo stool for Yun Shuang'er, and added a set of bowls and chopsticks.

Yun Shuang'er hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down at Ye Feng's enthusiastic invitation.

The old man guarding the temple gave Yun Shuang'er a faint smile.

Yun Shuang'er nodded slightly.

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Shuang'er, don't you think you should have a drink? Well, it's not that I'm a drinker, but I think with so many delicious dishes and it being a big festival, it would be a shame not to have a drink! Right, old senior?"

The old man guarding the temple was gnawing on pig's trotter tendons with his thousands of old front teeth.

He nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Yun Shuang'er's face was a little cold, and she said, "Still want to drink? Do you know what you did to me last time you drank too much?"

Ye Feng was stunned and really wanted to slap himself a few times.

I am such an idiot, bringing up things that are not related to the topic.

Why do you want to drink wine?

The old man guarding the temple asked curiously, "Fairy Yun, could it be that Ye boy did something beastly to you? I will stand up for you."

Yun Shuang'er said, "He didn't do anything else but vomit all over me."

"Ah? This is your fault, kid. You were drunk, how could you do such a thing? You are worse than an animal. Look how angry you made Fairy Yun! Remember to do something else next time!"

"Ok?"

Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er turned their heads at the same time to look at the old man.