Evil Master and Disciple

Bamboo forest, ancestral land.

Ye Feng returned to the place where he once lived and fought.

Counting on my fingers, it has been three whole days since we last met!

After coming to this world for a few months, Ye Feng has lived here for most of the time, which makes him feel like a wanderer returning home.

Yun Shuang'er fell directly into the western area of ​​the bamboo forest, and Ye Feng had no choice but to follow.

I was also thinking that if I passed by the ancestral temple, I would go and see the old man guarding the temple.

I haven't seen you for three days. I miss you so much.

Back then, Yun Shuang'er hadn't come to see him for ten days or half a month, but he didn't feel anything.

Ye Feng suddenly realized that his idea was very dangerous.

I am in the prime of my youth when I can urinate three feet in the wind. If I don’t think about women, how can I think about an old man?

The two landed at the western edge of the bamboo forest.

A huge crane slowly flew over the head.

It was early morning at this moment. The old man guarding the temple was standing at the door of the temple, holding a badly damaged broom, staring at the western part of the bamboo forest.

He was the real boss, so he naturally saw Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er flying into the bamboo forest from the direction of Luoxia Peak.

"You little bastard, you didn't even come to see your ancestors when you came back. You're really unfilial."

The old man guarding the temple shook his head and whispered a few words.

Of course, as a strange man who had already seen through life and death and understood reincarnation, he naturally would not be really angry with Ye Feng.

In the bamboo forest, the morning dew had not yet dissipated. The two walked on the bluestone path in the bamboo forest. The dew on the branches and leaves of flowers and plants on both sides soon wet their trouser legs and skirts.

A moment later, the two came to a tomb that looked very old.

This mausoleum doesn't look special at all; it's ancient, weathered, and covered with traces of time.

The tombstone reads: "The tomb of Bai Yunzi, the fourteenth generation disciple of the Yunhai Sect."

Below are the names of three women, who are Bai Yunzi’s three true disciples.

Ye Feng stood in front of Bai Yunzi's tombstone and looked around.

Said: "Shuang'er, who is this Baiyunzi Patriarch?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "He was the first owner of our Mozhuxuan. During the Immortal Hunting War, Bai Yunzi turned the tide and defeated the Celestial Immortals. After the battle, the Yunhai Sect was reorganized, and Bai Yunzi began to build Mozhuxuan, which has been passed down to this day."

Ye Feng only had a general understanding of the Jiazi Immortal Hunting that year, and he didn't know the specific details of the battle.

Today was the first time I heard the name of the ancestor Bai Yunzi, and it was also the first time I knew that the Mozhuxuan lineage had existed for more than two thousand years.

Ye Feng asked curiously, "Shuang'er, you said before that the girl from the heaven wanted to come and pay homage to Patriarch Bai Yunzi?"

Yun Shuang'er nodded slightly.

"Um, do they know each other?"

“Well, after I unraveled the spiritual painting yesterday, she told me that she had followed the celestial beings from the Heavenly Gate into the human world, was defeated and injured, and was captured by Patriarch Bai Yunzi and secretly brought back to Tianyun Mountain.

They became good friends, so Master Bai Yunzi named his residence Mozhuxuan after her.

Yesterday, she said she wanted to come and see Master Bai Yunzi."

"Ah, so that's how it is. Then you should quickly release this celestial fairy. I've been staring at her paintings for several days, and I really can't wait to see if she's as beautiful as the woman in the painting!"

Yun Shuang'er rolled her eyes at him, then took out the spiritual painting from her storage bag.

The blood that Yun Shuang'er used to infect Linghua yesterday was enough to nourish Fairy Mozhu for half a month.

When the spiritual painting was opened, Ye Feng saw the resentful girl leaning against the wooden railing admiring the lotus in the painting, and his mind began to spin.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, Ye Feng was still shocked when he saw the girl in the painting come to life, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Yun Shuang'er said, "Miss Mozhu, this is the resting place of Patriarch Bai Yunzi."

Mo Zhu stretched, slowly stood up, then took a step and walked out of the painting.

This scene reminded Ye Feng of the psychological trauma of his childhood, "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

He didn't feel that the young man who walked out of the painting was beautiful at all. Instead, he had a weird and cold feeling.

Fairy Mozhu looked at Bai Yunzi's tombstone in front of her with a very complicated expression.

It seems to be hatred, but also seems to be cherishment.

After a long time, she sighed and said to herself, "Bai Yunzi, I came to see you. You never thought that I would still be able to stand in front of you."

Then she turned to look at Yun Shuang'er.

But behind Yun Shuang'er there was a young man with a pale face and a frightened expression.

The next moment, he saw Sanzhier squatting on Ye Feng's shoulder.

Her expression changed instantly.

A chilling aura quickly filled the air, and a truly chilling wind suddenly blew through the bamboo forest.

At the same time, the old man who was sweeping the fallen leaves slowly raised his head, revealing his old and withered face.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and there seemed to be a flash of light in the depths of his eyes.

"interesting."

He whispered to himself.

At the same time, more than ten miles north of the bamboo forest, in Lingyao Valley.

The nine-tailed celestial fox Su Xiaoli was sitting next to the big white ape, Tongbi Lingyuan, picking lice for the big white ape.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoli seemed to sense something and slowly stood up.

The big white ape seemed to have noticed something and growled a few times.

Su Xiaoli said: "To the south... there seems to be a familiar energy fluctuation in the south. This energy is very cold and does not seem to be the true method of the Yunhai Sect.

It's strange. To the south is the Yunhai Sect's ancestral temple and tomb. With that unromantic sword god guarding the place, how could anyone dare to do anything naughty near the ancestral temple?

Dabai, do you want to go and take a look?"

The big white ape scratched its head with its white-haired arm and then shook its head.

It doesn't like humans, and it doesn't want to get involved in the grudges, right and wrong among humans.

It is precisely because it is not very curious that this gibbon has survived to this day.

Su Xiaoli smiled charmingly and said, "If you don't want to go, forget it. I'll go there myself."

As he spoke, Su Xiaoli's body turned into a soft white light and instantly disappeared into the Spirit Demon Valley.

In the bamboo forest, Ye Feng felt like he was going to freeze to death.

The celestial girl in front of him looked like a real person, her eyes were as red as blood, and her eyes were almost murderous.

The temperature dropped rapidly in just half a minute, and the dew on the branches and leaves of the surrounding flowers and plants quickly froze in a short period of time, and the scope of the freezing continued to expand.

Ye Feng felt a terrible cold aura emanating from the girl in front of him.

The purple-green sword on his back seemed to sense that its master was threatened. The sword trembled slightly, and a dull thud came from the hollow guard.

Tiny arcs of electricity continuously moved across the surface of the divine sword.

Fairy Mozhu's pretty face changed, and she murmured, "Purple Lightning..."

Then the chilling aura that captivated her instantly dissipated.

Zi Dian Qing Shuang also quickly regained his composure.

Fairy Mozhu stared at Ye Feng deeply and asked, "Who are you?"

Ye Feng tried to remain calm.

He knew that the immortals in heaven were in hostility with the human world.

Facing the enemy, he naturally cannot be cowardly, otherwise wouldn't it be a disgrace to the monks in the world?

He held his head high and chest puffed out, looking at the Mozhu Fairy with his nose turned up, extremely arrogant.

He said in a clear voice, "I am Ye Feng, the eldest disciple of Master Yulong of the Yunhai Sect. I heard that you are the Mozhu Fairy from the heavens? You are a celestial immortal, nothing special."

"Ye Feng? It's true that heroes emerge from youth. I never thought that at your young age, you could be recognized by this divine sword."

Ye Feng was shocked, thinking that this girl from heaven was really something, with great vision. She seemed to have recognized the magic sword behind him as the legendary Purple Lightning and Blue Frost.

"I don't understand a single word you said. Miss Mozhu, I heard Shuang'er say that more than two thousand years ago, you followed the celestial beings down to the mortal world.

You say, a pretty girl, why doesn't she plant flowers and grass in heaven, do some housework, find a good husband, and have more children while she is young, instead of coming to the human world to join in the fun?

Now it’s okay. After being sealed in the painting for more than two thousand years, he is no longer like a human or a ghost. It’s so pitiful.

To be honest, the painting you are possessed in has now fallen into my hands, and I plan to sell you for a high price.

Don’t you know Patriarch Bai Yunzi? Hurry up and pay your respects, you won’t have this opportunity again.”

Ye Feng grinned, looking like a little devil.

The black bamboo girl was not afraid that she would be sold to the old pervert by this little devil.

She looked at Sanzhier on Ye Feng's shoulder, and then at the black storage bracelet on Ye Feng's wrist.

Suddenly he asked, "Little guy, where is your mother?"

Ye Feng was stunned and said, "My mother? I'm an orphan, how would I know my mother? Are you trying to scare me? Are you mocking me for not having a mother? Believe it or not, I'll stab you right now!"

Fairy Mozhu said, "I didn't ask you."

"Now there are only me and Sanzhier in front of you. If you don't ask me, who else can you ask? I..."

Having said this, Ye Feng paused.

I immediately understood that the young man Mozhu was talking about Sanzhier.

Sure enough, Fairy Mozhu's eyes were fixed on Sanzhier.

Sanzhier looked confused.

He looked around, and finally raised his little paw and pointed at his nose, with a look of confusion and cuteness on his face.

Ye Feng asked, "Do you know it?"

Fairy Mozhu said, "It's not him I know. It should be his mother, a spirit pet I raised. She came to the human world from the heaven with me and later came to Tianyun Mountain."

"I see."

An old voice came slowly.

Ye Feng turned his head and saw that the old man guarding the temple had appeared on the bluestone path at some point.

The old man guarding the temple narrowed his eyes and said, "The treasure-hunting spirit badgers have been extinct in the human world for many years. As early as four thousand years ago, it was confirmed that the spirit badger clan had become extinct.

However, two thousand years ago, traces of spirit badgers suddenly appeared in the Tianyun Mountains. There were seven of them in total, one old and six young.

Now there is only this one left.

It turns out that the pack of spirit badgers that appeared in the Tianyun Mountains that year were from the heavens."

As the old man walked forward step by step, the flowers and plants that were originally frozen around him quickly returned to their original state, and even the dewdrops on the branches and leaves did not change at all.

It seems that the previous freezing was just an illusion.

A hint of unconcealable fear flashed across Fairy Mozhu's eyes.

"What a powerful domain! There is such a strong person like you in the world now. Who are you?"

The old man didn't say anything, but just turned his head to look to the north.

On the path to the north, a woman in white, with an extraordinary beauty and long hair reaching her ankles, walked out.

It was Su Xiaoli.

Su Xiaoli's eyes were seductive and charming.

He smiled and said, "I was wondering why that power just now seemed so familiar. It turned out to be Fairy Mozhu.

This old man is an old virgin who doesn't understand romance, is old-fashioned, doesn't understand women's hearts, and has never tasted a woman. I have seduced him for more than a thousand years, and he managed to hold himself back. Isn't that infuriating?"

"Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox...Su Xiaoli?!"

Su Xiaoli smiled charmingly and said, "You still remember me? I thought you'd forgotten me after you got together with Bai Yunzi. How about the Eighteen Xuannv Styles that I gave you back then? Are they okay?"