Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng was very confused about the fat master's reaction.

Wasn't it just a casual chat with Second Uncle-in-Chief? How could such a sharp and ugly man like Master be so dazed for so long?

Is it because of that monument without words?

"Master, you don't know the senior in the wordless monument, do you?"

"Those who were buried in the bamboo forest were all famous elders of the Yunhai Sect. Of course I know them, but a stele without words is rare. Feng'er, did your master-master tell you anything else about that stele without words? Don't miss a single word."

Ye Feng scratched his head and fell into memories.

Then he said, “I remember when I first met the head master, he was standing in front of the tomb with no words on it.

My uncle first asked me to kowtow three times in front of the tomb.

I asked the head master whose tomb this was.

The head master said that he was a senior brother who had been very kind to you, Master.

I asked the head master uncle again, since it is the tomb of the Yunhai master uncle, why there is no inscription on the stone tablet.

The head master said that the master was once the most outstanding disciple of Yunhai Sect, but unfortunately he went astray, made many mistakes, and violated the sect rules. He passed away some time ago and was not qualified to be buried in the bamboo forest. Considering his contributions to Yunhai Sect, they made an exception and buried him here without inscription on the tombstone..."

The more Ye Feng spoke, the more he felt something was wrong.

A brainstorm went on in my head.

If it were before, he would definitely not have any doubts.

However, he just learned a few days ago that the deadbeat in his sea of ​​soul was the spirit of his master uncle.

That is to say, Master Uncle is not dead, and has been secretly imprisoned in a stone prison behind the Discipline Courtyard for more than two hundred years.

The master uncle told him clearly that his physical body was dead, so his soul could follow him out.

And that inscriptionless monument was just erected before he was punished in the bamboo forest.

"Etc., etc……"

Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but pinch his aching head.

I thought to myself, "Master Uncle, Master Uncle, you're not asleep, are you?"

"Kid, what's wrong?"

"Master, is it possible that the tomb with the inscriptionless tombstone in the bamboo forest that the Sect Master often visits is your burial place?"

"Forehead……"

Ye Feng continued, "The timing is right, the tomb is so close to Grand Master, and the experiences of the people in the tomb also match yours.

Apart from you, I really can't think of any other uncle who could be buried there without erecting a tombstone, and the second uncle who is the head of the sect would often go there to pay tribute late at night.

Second uncle went to see you and stayed there for several hours because the person buried inside was his eldest senior brother!

It’s right, everything is right! I’m such a genius! Don’t call me Ye Feng from now on, please call me Holmes Feng! Or Agatha Christie Feng! "

"Forehead……"

Ye Fuyou fell into silence.

He was actually very curious as to why Master Yun Yi would erect a tombstone without any words on it in front of his master's grave.

Because the grudge between him and Yun Yi was too deep, he never thought that Master Yun Yi would be so kind as to bury his Dharma body in the ancestral land of the bamboo forest.

Now, after being reminded by Ye Feng's words, Ye Fuyou felt that this possibility was really great.

"How is it possible... He and I have an irreconcilable feud. How could he possibly bury my body in front of Master?"

"If not you, who else could it be? Besides you, Grandmaster, is there any other senior who is qualified to enter the Bamboo Forest but can't erect a monument? And he's so close to Grandmaster!

Besides, you have an irreconcilable hatred for him, but he has no irreconcilable hatred for you!"

"What's the difference?"

"There's a huge difference. In the former case, you hold a grudge against him, but in the latter, he doesn't hold a grudge against you.

Master, I know that you and Senior Xiaoli didn't tell the truth last time. You haven't let go of your hatred for Master, nor have you let go of the past.

You have always hated the head master in your heart.

I don't know what you meant when you told me about the revenge for the murder of my wife and children, and I don't know what exactly happened.

But in my opinion, it's been so long, and you grew up together as brothers. He didn't kill you all those years ago, and after you died, he buried you in the bamboo forest. Even if there's no monument, it's still a rare achievement.

Think about it, over the past few thousand years, among those predecessors who failed in the fight for the throne, which one was buried in the bamboo forest and enjoyed the incense and worship of the disciples of the Yunhai Sect?

You are dead, and when you are dead, your debts are settled. What else is there to let go of?"

"Boy..."

Ye Fuyou's hoarse voice slowly rang out, "You haven't experienced the pain I've suffered. Yes, he didn't kill me, but he chopped off both of my legs and one of my arms, cut out my tongue, dug out my eyes, pierced my ears, sealed my main meridians and Dantian, and pierced my scapula!"

Thrown me into that dark dungeon for over two hundred years..."

Hearing Ye Fuyou's vicious words, Ye Feng's face suddenly changed and his eyes were full of fear.

This... is too scary.

Ye Feng murmured, "The headmaster looks quite kind, not like a cruel and ruthless person. Is there... some misunderstanding?"

Fatty Yulong didn't notice the rapid change in Ye Feng's expression at this moment.

He fell into a daze.

What Ye Feng said before was like a bolt from the blue, hitting his heart.

A person who once made great contributions to the Yunhai Sect but later made mistakes.

A senior brother who had once been very kind to him.

There is no sinner for whom a monument can never be erected.

Isn’t this referring to Senior Brother Fuyou?

Fatty Yulong's mind was racing.

I wanted to teach Ye Feng a lesson today and tell him to be a bad guy in the future.

As a result, he learned a shocking secret.

The eldest brother may not have died more than two hundred years ago!

The newly built tomb without any words on the tombstone in the bamboo forest is most likely the eldest brother's!

But now Fatty Yulong is still not sure whether it is a coincidence that the head senior brother asked Ye Feng to guard the ancestral land, or whether he has other purposes?

If it was just the melee in the yard that night, it would be fine for the head brother to punish Ye Feng casually by making him guard the ancestral land.

If there is another purpose, that would be terrible.

This means that the head master has known Ye Feng’s identity for a long time.

Knowing Ye Feng's identity is equivalent to knowing that the dead baby he brought back that year was not the son of the eldest brother and Linglong, and knowing the existence of Guo Wei.

"That's impossible! I did it perfectly... not much was leaked... but at that time in Qizhou, only Junior Sister Yuying was with me, and Yuying found it quite reasonable.

How could the second brother know this secret? Junior Sister Yuying would never lie about this matter. Last time she told me that she had never told anyone about this matter, so it must be true.

The master and the disciple each had their own thoughts, and for a while no one paid any attention to each other. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strangely quiet.

After a while, the master and disciple slowly recovered from their shock and astonishment.

Ye Feng didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, otherwise he would end up pulling out more trouble. Maybe the master's soul would be pulled out of his body, and he would be in trouble.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "Master, I feel like you've led me astray. You still haven't given me a perfect explanation! Why do you want me to be the bad guy?!"

Fatty Yulong looked at Ye Feng deeply with a deep gaze.

Then he said, "Because I don't want you to be involved in the fight for the throne between Changkong and Jinghong. No one would want to bring in a villain who has done so many evil things and is hated by everyone.

Last time in the bamboo forest, An Nian was sent by Fu Jinghong, and you were also involved in the incident of stealing spiritual veins. You can't continue to get involved.

As your master, I have experienced the struggle for the throne and know how terrifying it is. If you are not careful, you may die and lose your life.

"I, your teacher, do not want you to stand out, nor do I want you to show off. My greatest wish is that you and Ling'er can live a peaceful and happy life."

Ye Feng was stunned.

He looked at the fat master's slightly serious expression, and he knew that the fat master was not lying to him at this moment.

These are what the fat master really thinks.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Master, you overestimate me and underestimate yourself."

"Boy, what do you mean?"

"Whether I'm a bully that everyone hates is actually not important to Senior Brother Changkong and Jinghong.

No matter what I become, they will win me over, because winning me over is equivalent to winning you over, Master.

Master, your status in the Yunhai Sect is very important. Even though you have no real power now, in the future battle for the throne, whoever you favor will have a higher chance of winning by at least 10%.

At the critical moment, this 10% winning rate is enough to turn the tide.

Now the situation is very clear. The assassination attempt on me may be related to Senior Brother Changkong. We, the master and disciple, have no other choice.

If Senior Brother Changkong wins and sits on that chair, I dare say he will settle the score later. The future of Junior Sister Ling'er and I will be worrying.

In the fight for the throne, it seems that we have not taken sides, but in fact we have already stood on Fu Jinghong's side, haven't we?

However, Master, you are so important, I believe that the eldest brother will not easily give up your crucial vote, and will probably find ways to win over Ling'er and me."

Fatty Yulong looked at Ye Feng in amazement.

He never expected that Ye Feng could see this level.

Fatty Yulong was silent for a moment, then he sighed and said, "Feng'er, you have really grown up. Alas, your master knows this too, but this is a deadlock, and there is no way to break it."

Ye Feng grinned and said, "Not really."

"Oh, you have a way to break the deadlock? Tell me!"

Fatty Yulong was quite curious. He was so smart, but he had been thinking about it for many days and still couldn't think of a way to crack it. How could a little brat like Ye Feng come up with it?

Ye Feng laughed and said, "It's very simple. Their target is Master. If you die, the two brothers will no longer try to win over Ling'er and me.

Master, you just said that your greatest wish is that Ling'er and I can live a peaceful and happy life.

For the sake of Ling'er and my future happy life, could you please make some sacrifices and die first..."

"I betrayed my teacher and ancestors... I raised an ungrateful person... You little bastard! Don't run... Where's my sword?!"

Ye Feng was smart. After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran, opened the door and rushed out.

Fatty Yulong chased out, and the master and disciple chased each other in the yard.

Ling'er and Xiaoman in the kitchen were stunned by what they saw.

"Master! I'm not wrong! This is the only way to break the deadlock at the moment! Ling'er and I are only in our teens, and you're over 380! You've enjoyed what you should have enjoyed! Can't you make a little contribution to the happiness of the younger generations?" Ye Feng screamed while dodging the fat master.

"Ling'er, bring me the knife! I'm going to chop this stinky brat who betrayed his master and ancestors into pieces today..."