Evil Master and Disciple

Yun Shuang'er flew back to Mozhuxuan with a gloomy face, which caused her senior sisters to talk again.

They all saw that the junior sister was in a bad mood.

It's very strange. Half an hour ago, when she left with Ye Feng, she seemed to be in a good mood.

In a short time, she came back alone and angrily. What happened during this period?

"Could it be that Ye Feng bullied my junior sister?"

Nangong Yan gave his own guess.

Qian Yufeng said: "No way, Ye Feng's cultivation is far inferior to that of Junior Sister. If anyone is going to bully someone, it should be Junior Sister who bullies him."

Sun Qingqing smiled and said, "Third Senior Sister is talking about bullying, not fighting."

Jiang He stretched her head and asked, "How dare Ye Feng take advantage of Junior Sister?"

Nangong Yan curled his lips and said, "It's hard to say. We saw with our own eyes before that Ye Feng was holding Junior Sister's hand."

Qian Yufeng said, "What does holding hands mean? Ye Feng lived in our Mozhuxuan for nearly three years when he was a child. I even took a bath with him, and my junior sister slept with him. This guy even peed on my junior sister's bed."

Nangong Yan is the most lively among this group of female disciples.

She said, "You also said that, that was in the past, when Ye Feng was a child, and now Ye Feng has grown into a big boy.

Besides, ever since Ye Feng was taken back by Master Yulong, he has lost contact with our Mozhuxuan. The experience of more than ten years ago has long been forgotten.

Oh, what a pity. I went down the mountain to train for half a year some time ago. I don’t know what happened between Junior Sister and Ye Feng during this half year.

But with my keen insight and strong logical thinking ability, I can be sure that there is definitely something going on between them."

Li Xuerong immediately covered Nangong Yan's cherry lips and said, "Third Junior Sister, please don't talk nonsense about this. What will happen if Master hears it?"

Everyone nodded immediately.

Yun Shuang'er's boudoir.

She sat in the chair, frowning and gritting her teeth.

I shouldn't have trusted that kid Ye Feng.

This guy's style of behavior is not only absurd and unruly, but also lawless.

I've heard before that this guy often steals things from his senior brothers and sisters in the middle of the night in order to get some money for gambling.

He used to just steal, but now he actually ran to the herb garden and robbed in broad daylight.

"If you want to die, stop dragging me along. You're doing this on purpose!"

This is the conclusion Yun Shuang'er came to.

She took the spiritual painting out of the storage bag.

I wanted to burn it so that Ye Feng would never get this painting.

But in the end, he still couldn't do it.

The reason why she snatched Ye Feng's spiritual painting away was because she was worried that something unspeakable would happen between Ye Feng and the female ghost in the painting.

After getting the spiritual painting, she saw that the artist's skills were extraordinary. The girl's expression, movements, and eyes were all vividly portrayed, as if a real person had jumped onto the paper. It was definitely not the work of an ordinary painter.

Yun Shuang'er liked it very much, so she hung it in her boudoir.

Yun Shuang'er felt that the deal with Ye Feng was definitely ruined. Maybe Ye Feng was being hung up and whipped with a whip dipped in pepper water by the disciples of the Discipline Academy.

She stood up and hung the painting on the wall again.

Just as she was about to turn around, Yun Shuang'er was slightly startled, then she moved closer to the spiritual painting, staring at a certain spot on the ancient painting.

There was surprise in her eyes.

Thinking he was seeing things, he blinked a few times and looked at a detail in the painting again.

"How can it be……"

She muttered to herself, her expression constantly changing.

Yun Shuang'er immediately reached out and took down the spiritual painting and spread it out on the desk.

She rummaged through the desk drawer for a moment and finally pulled out a translucent mirror.

In fact, it is just the simplest magnifying glass.

It is made of very pure crystal. When placed in front of an object, it can magnify the object and show more details.

This thing cost two dollars each in Ye Feng’s previous life, but it is a luxury item in this world.

Whether it is pure crystal or glass, the price is very expensive.

Yun Shuang'er got this crystal magnifying glass as a small toy given to her by True Man Yuying when she first became a disciple and had not yet reached the realm of flying.

Yun Shuang'er extended the crystal magnifying glass to the edge of the scroll.

The spiritual painting mainly shows a resentful girl in green, who is sitting in a pavilion in the middle of a lake with her chin propped up, looking at the blooming lotus in the lake with a sad look.

Anyone who looks at it can tell that this is a self-portrait of a young girl.

Viewers are attracted by the sad and beautiful girl in the painting, and thus ignore some small details at the edge of the scroll.

At this moment, Yun Shuang'er was carefully looking at the edge of the lake.

A winding corridor in the lake extends from there and leads to the pavilion in the center of the lake.

In order to focus on the girl in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the painter deliberately reduced and blurred the scenery around the lake.

As the crystal magnifying glass expanded, there was a stone tablet next to the corridor in the center of the lake.

A small animal with green hair, a short tail and big eyes squatted on the stone tablet.

It is almost exactly the same as the Sanzhier next to Ye Feng, but the difference is that the Sanzhier next to Ye Feng is a male.

Looking at the details, the little green-haired girl in the painting is a female, with a slightly bulging belly, which looks very discordant and gives people the feeling that she is pregnant.

What shocked Yun Shuang'er was not why a spirit beast like Sanzhi'er appeared in the painting.

But it was the words on the stone tablet where the little green-haired boy was standing in the painting.

Because the stone tablet is by the lake, the text on it is very small and almost indistinguishable with the naked eye.

But under the crystal magnifying glass, the words on the stone tablet became clear.

"Ninth Heaven... Yaochi Realm..."

Yun Shuang'er softly recited these six words.

She put down the crystal magnifying glass and slowly stood up.

At this moment, Yun Shuang'er's expression changed rapidly, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Nine Heavens? Yaochi Realm? Is that the heavenly realm?"

After a moment, Yun Shuang'er continued to use the crystal magnifying glass, looking for details in the painting bit by bit.

Soon she discovered another unusual thing.

It was the magic sword leaning against the girl.

As the crystal magnifying glass continued to magnify, Yun Shuang'er discovered a very special mark on the scabbard.

Twin golden lotus flowers.

"Twin Golden Lotuses? This seems to be the legendary symbol of the Yaochi Palace in Heaven. Could this painting really be related to the heavens?"

Yun Shuang'er's eyes kept flashing.

In the past, the heaven existed only in human imagination. The immortal hunting war 2,400 years ago allowed human to obtain a lot of information about the heaven.

The Nine Heavens, the Yaochi Realm, are obviously related to the legendary Yaochi Palace in heaven.

The symbol of Yaochi Palace is the twin golden lotus flowers.

Yun Shuang'er guessed that this spiritual painting was most likely from heaven.

It was also very easy to confirm whether she was wrong.

The spiritual painting did not lose its effect, it was just sealed.

As long as the seal is opened, the girl in the painting will come out.

The only way to open the seal is with blood.

The spirit in the painting is sleeping, and only blood can awaken it.

Yun Shuang'er is not a lustful person, nor does she have any lesbian tendencies. Although the painting has been in her hands for a long time, she has never used blood to awaken the girl in the painting.

Yun Shuang'er was full of doubts at this moment. She frowned for a long time and finally made a decision.

First, he opened the soundproof barrier in the bamboo house, and then took out a sharp dagger.

She was a ruthless person and without hesitation she slashed the palm of her left hand with the dagger.

The bright red blood quickly dyed her white palms red.

Her left hand was clenched into a fist, hovering above the spiritual painting.

Drops of blood dripped slowly.

The blood fell on the spiritual painting like mercury leaking on the ground, gathering and dispersing invisibly, and did not stain the spiritual painting red.

This is because the spiritual painting itself has a mysterious barrier restriction.

After Yun Shuang'er dripped seventeen or eighteen drops of blood, the blood beads on the spiritual painting finally reacted.

All the blood beads gathered at the eyes of the girl in the spiritual painting.

Seeing this scene, Yun Shuang'er retracted her arm and took a few steps back.

His eyes were fixed on the spiritual painting.

After about five or six breaths, Yun Shuang'er found that the blood that had gathered together began to decrease rapidly.

In a moment, all the blood disappeared.

Looking at the spiritual painting again, the girl's pupils had turned blood red, as if all the blood had been absorbed into her pupils.

The doors and windows of the bamboo house were closed, but a cool and gloomy breeze suddenly blew out of nowhere.

The spiritual painting on the table slowly rose into the air.

The girl in green who was leaning against the wooden railing with her chin supported on her body in the painting actually stood up in the painting and stretched gently.

His pupils were still red, but there was a hint of confusion in the depths of his eyes.

"What is this place?"

A clear and pleasant female voice, tinged with doubt, slowly rang out in the room, like someone speaking in a cave, with a faint echo.

Yun Shuang'er held the Han Xi Immortal Sword. As long as there was anything wrong with this female ghost, she would immediately beat her to death.

Yun Shuang'er said slowly: "This is Tianyun Mountain, Yunhai Sect."

"Tianyun Mountain? Yunhai Sect? So I'm still here."

The spiritual painting was suspended in front of Yun Shuang'er. Yun Shuang'er could clearly see that the girl in green in the painting had a somewhat lost look on her face.

"Little girl, what's your name? Which generation of Yunhai Sect disciples are you from?"

"Yun Shuang'er, the 27th generation disciple of the Yunhai Sect."

"Twenty-seven generations? It's been so long."

The girl in the painting looked a little gloomy.

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Who are you?"

The girl in the painting said calmly, "My name is Mozhu."

"What? Your name is Mozhu?" Yun Shuang'er frowned.

"Is there anything wrong with my name being Mozhu?" the girl said with a little doubt.

Yun Shuang'er shook her head and said, "There's nothing wrong. Are you from the heavenly realm?"

The girl in the painting named Mozhu was slightly startled, and then the spiritual painting shook.

As a faint soft green light appeared, Mo Zhu slowly walked out of the painting.

He was holding a sword in his hand!

Mo Zhu walked out of the spiritual painting, her black hair fluttering slowly, her facial features delicate, just like a real person. She didn't look like a soul at all, giving people the feeling of a human girl with flesh and blood.