Evil Master and Disciple

Yun Shuang'er looked at the basket of purple sunflowers in front of Ye Feng, and then looked at Ye Feng's slightly unnatural expression.

Yun Shuang'er is known as the most extraordinary woman in the Yunhai Sect in the past thousand years. The word "extraordinary" is not only reflected in her fair skin, beautiful face and long legs, but also in her extraordinary wisdom.

Ye Feng's two big eyes rolled around, and it was obvious that he was feeling guilty.

Yun Shuang'er seemed to understand something and said, "Ye Feng, you want the spiritual painting, not to honor your master, right?"

Ye Feng quickly said, "Shuang'er, look, you misunderstood me again. I just turned sixteen and I'm still a young boy. What do I need a spiritual painting for?"

Yun Shuang'er said calmly, "Maybe you know the secret of the spiritual painting."

"Secret? What secret?" Ye Feng had a bad feeling in his heart.

Yun Shuang'er did not answer, but stretched out her slender, white fingers like green jade and pointed at the sky.

There was only a layer of gauze wrapped on the palm of her hand. It was the cut she made on the palm when she was bleeding yesterday.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's face changed drastically and he shouted, "You...what are you doing..."

Yun Shuang'er nodded slowly and said, "You really do know that the girl with black bamboo in the spiritual painting is from the heaven."

No matter how stupid Ye Feng was, he knew what was going on.

He stood up and shouted, "Yun Shuang'er, do you have any sense of public morality? You actually peeked into other people's secrets! I was wondering why your hand got injured after not seeing you for a day! So you used your blood to awaken the spirit painting! You... have no morals!"

The reason why Ye Feng tried every means to get the spiritual painting back was because the girl in the spiritual painting was very likely a celestial being from heaven.

Even if he doesn't sleep, he can definitely sell it for a good price that will allow him to have food and clothing for the rest of his life.

He was always worried that Yun Shuang'er would use her blood to awaken Linghua and learn the secret.

So as soon as the sky was getting light, he hurried to Mozhuxuan with Zi Luokui.

I never expected that I was still a step slow.

Yun Shuang'er had hung the spiritual painting in the room for a month or two without being awakened. Only one day had passed, and Yun Shuang'er actually attacked the girl in the painting.

If Yun Shuang'er didn't know that the spiritual painting came from heaven, Ye Feng would be sure to get it back even if he paid some price.

Now it's all over.

Yun Shuang'er is not a fool. How could she possibly exchange the priceless spiritual painting of a celestial girl for a basket of purple sunflowers that can only enlarge breasts?

Seeing Ye Feng's frustrated and frustrated look, Yun Shuang'er frowned and said, "Ye Feng, how do you know that the spiritual painting is from the heaven? Where did you get this spiritual painting?"

Ye Feng took a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart.

He waved his hand and said, "I picked up this painting. As for how I know it's a spiritual painting from heaven, it's pure guesswork."

Yun Shuang'er naturally didn't believe it.

But she was also very confused.

The spiritual painting has been in her possession for some time. During this period, she met Ye Feng several times, but Ye Feng never mentioned the spiritual painting.

Even that night, it was these three women who discovered that the painting of the girl on the wall of Ye Feng's bamboo house was a spiritual painting, which showed that Ye Feng had no idea what this thing was at all.

But why did Ye Feng suddenly come to me yesterday to ask for the spiritual painting?

This kid said that he was so filial that he wanted to use the female ghost in the painting to honor his old and lecherous master, but Yun Shuang'er was sure that he was just making it up.

It was obvious that Ye Feng suddenly learned the secret of the spiritual painting, so he went to Mozhuxuan yesterday.

Yun Shuang'er just couldn't figure out how Ye Feng got to know this secret.

Suddenly, Yun Shuang'er saw the little green-haired Sanzhier squatting on Ye Feng's shoulder.

Her heart moved slightly.

I thought of the little green-haired creature in the spiritual painting.

Although the little green-haired creature in the painting is not the one in front of you, they definitely belong to the same species.

Yun Shuang'er is well-read and knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, but she is very unfamiliar with San Zhi'er.

Thinking of the top-grade amethyst spirit stone that Sanzhier had once given her.

Yun Shuang'er had a bold and absurd guess in her mind.

She said slowly, "Actually, even if you don't tell me, I know that the spiritual painting was given to you by Sanzhier."

"Ah! How did you know!" Ye Feng was shocked and screamed.

Ye Feng was unwilling to reveal the origin of the spiritual painting because he was worried about exposing that he had a storage bracelet from heaven.

Even if I can't get the spiritual painting back today, I don't want to lose the storage bracelet and the many heavenly things in it that are of great value in the human world.

I don’t want to reveal that Sanzhier can find treasure.

If this secret were to be leaked out, the Sect Leader might take both the black silk bracelet and Sanzhier as the Sect's property, and then generously reward himself with five hundred coins and wear a big red flower while walking around the mountain to show himself off to others.

In his previous life, Ye Feng had seen too many things like this...

Ye Feng didn't expect that Yun Shuang'er actually knew that the spiritual painting was given to him by San Zhi'er. He was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.

He still has no experience.

I also forgot all the movies, TV shows and novels I watched in my previous life.

Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu had said long ago that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. This sentence is just like how much a cup of Palace Jade Liquid costs. Every Chinese person knows it, but he had forgotten it.

If it was the old fox Fatty Yulong, he would definitely not be tricked out by Yun Shuang'er in just a few words.

Ye Feng still lacked experience, and Yun Shuang'er tricked him into revealing the truth with just one sentence.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Yun Shuang'er's mouth twitched slightly.

I couldn't help but look at the ugly little green-haired creature a few more times.

She was secretly surprised.

It seems that this little green-haired creature that was fooled by Ye Feng and his beggar chickens is not an ordinary spirit beast.

Ye Feng didn't know that he was deceived by the beauty.

He said, "Shuang'er, now that we've spoken, I won't hide it anymore. This spiritual painting of a celestial girl is very valuable. No, it's very, very valuable... Let's find a wealthy old pervert and sell it to him. We'll split the proceeds 20/80, you get 20/80... After all, the spiritual painting was originally given to me by Sanzhi'er."

Yun Shuang'er's gaze moved from San Zhi'er to Ye Feng's cheek.

He tilted his head slightly, seeming a little shocked.

She never expected that the reason Ye Feng wanted this spiritual painting was that he planned to act as a middleman and sell it!

This is a spiritual painting from heaven. At least Yun Shuang'er has never heard that in the battle to hunt immortals, the spoils obtained by the human world included spiritual paintings of beautiful girls from heaven.

Moreover, the black bamboo girl in this spiritual painting has very powerful power.

It seems that the human world never captured any prisoners back then. The soul of the black bamboo girl can allow the human world to understand the structure of the heaven in more detail, practice martial arts, and so on.

From this perspective, this spiritual painting can be said to be priceless.

And Ye Feng only wanted to make money by reselling?!

Ye Feng saw Yun Shuang'er tilting her head and looking at him with a strange expression.

He scratched his head. "Twenty-eight is a bit unfair to you. Thirty-seven, you get three, I get seven, and I'll give you ten. After all, we're friends! I, Ye Feng, am so generous to my friends!"

Yun Shuang'er still didn't say anything, but just watched Ye Feng's performance quietly.

Ye Feng said tentatively, "You're not thinking of 40% or 60%? You're too greedy... Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The painting was given to me by Sanzhier. I'll find a way to sell it. You don't have to do anything. You're just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of your labor. You want to take 40%? Unless you kill me, chop me into a paste and wrap it into big human meat buns..."

Ye Feng was furious and even kicked a small stone away, like a violent little dinosaur.

Yun Shuang'er still didn't speak.

After pointing to the sky and shouting for a while, Ye Feng came to Yun Shuang'er, dejected and looking like a bereaved family member. He held out his hand and said, "46 is 46, I accept it. Give me the painting and I'll go sell it."

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng and suddenly found it very funny.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she had forgotten that just an incense stick ago, Ye Feng was holding her legs and spanking her buttocks.

She said, "Do you think I will agree?"

Ye Feng was stunned and said, "You want a 50-50 split? Hey, hey, hey, Shuang'er, you're crossing the line! 40-60 is already my bottom line! I can't give in anymore!"

Yun Shuang'er said seriously, "I think your bottom line can be lowered a little bit, what do you think?"

Ye Feng shouted, "I absolutely cannot give in this time! My dear Shuang'er, don't be so greedy! Do you know how much this painting can be sold for? I can tell you responsibly that it is conservatively worth at least one...three million taels! You don't have to do anything, and you get one million and two hundred thousand taels for free, what else do you want!"

Yun Shuang'er stared at Ye Feng in a daze. Her face flushed again and she snorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who is your dear? If you dare to say that again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"Okay, okay, even if you're not my dear, it's okay for me to be your dear!"

"You're still talking nonsense..."

Ye Feng was speechless, almost going crazy, and said, "Shuang'er, why is your focus different from others? Right now, we should not focus on who is whose beloved, but on the fact that the spiritual painting is very valuable. We have to sell it. Do you agree with this?"

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng and said, "Okay, but I have a condition. It's a 50-50 split, and the basket of purple sunflowers will also be mine."

"Deal!" Ye Feng immediately nodded in agreement.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that business is all about fairness and justice. Only when both parties get the same amount can the business continue.

Just now, he was scratching his head, kicking rocks, and doing things like that. These were all his self-satisfied performances, imitating his idol Fu Dalong.

Unfortunately, the imitation is not very similar, it can be said to be terrible.

He thought Yun Shuang'er was intimidated by his Oscar-level acting skills. In fact, in Yun Shuang'er's eyes, his performance, which he thought was as Oscar-level as Fu Dalong, was just a big monkey in clothes.

Yun Shuang'er just thought Ye Feng was very interesting, so she followed Ye Feng's wishes and took the basket of sunflowers for herself.

Ye Daba, not realizing he was being tricked, said happily, "Shuang'er, give me the spiritual painting first, and I'll find a way to take action."

Yun Shuang'er said, "No, what if you don't give me a share of the money after selling it?"

Ye Feng was stunned and asked, "Do I, Ye Feng, look like that kind of person?"

"Check your own conscience. Do you think this is a guilty thing to say?"

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "My reputation did seem to be not very good before. Well, since you agree to sell it, I will keep the spiritual painting with you first. When I find a suitable buyer, I will bring him over to see the goods.

What is that…”

Ye Feng suddenly rubbed his hands and said with a lewd look on his face: "Shuang'er, I haven't seen the fairies in heaven yet. Can you release that celestial girl first? I want to see what this legendary celestial girl has in common with mortal girls. Is her vagina really inlaid with gold?"

Yun Shuang'er glared with her bright eyes.

Ye Feng immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

He murmured, "Why did you say what was in your heart?"

Then he immediately explained: "Shuang'er, don't misunderstand me. I just want to understand the situation in the heavens. I have no intention of doing anything bad."

Yun Shuang'er naturally didn't believe the nonsense of this little pervert.

She said, "If you want to see the goddess, then come with me."

Ye Feng asked, "Where are we going?"

"The ancestral land of the bamboo forest."

"Ah, what are you going there for?"

"Worship the ancestor Bai Yunzi."

"We just had the Mid-Autumn Festival, why are you thinking of going to worship now?" Ye Feng asked doubtfully.

Yun Shuang'er said calmly, "It's the goddess in the painting who wants to go and pay homage."

Then she put away the purple sunflower, and instead of riding the crane or flying the sword, she flew in the air with her body towards the bamboo forest in the east.

Ye Feng does not have the ability to fly in the air with his physical body. He can fly more than ten feet, but he cannot keep flying in the air.

He had no choice but to draw out the Purple-Green Sword and follow him.