Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng hadn't walked far when he suddenly heard a familiar squeaking sound.

When he looked back, he saw a green light rushing over and leaping onto his shoulder.

It’s Sanzhier!

Ye Feng asked in surprise, "Sanzhi'er, why are you the only one here? Where is the master?"

Sanzhier stretched out his short claws, pointed at the second floor of Yihongyuan, and squeaked.

Ye Feng didn't understand, so he said, "Master is fighting with two naked girls on the bed. Is that right?"

Sanzhier nodded immediately.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, thankful that he didn't kick the door.

Otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

However, Ye Feng couldn't help but admire his master. At such an old age, he could still learn two foreign languages ​​at the same time. It was true that he was still strong even after aging.

Ye Feng did not return to Xingluo Peak immediately. It was not long after dark and Xianling Valley was at its busiest time of the day. The valley was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Those disciples with good brains have already set up stalls in Xianling Valley and started small businesses.

Looking at the scene that looked like the Lantern Festival temple fair, Ye Feng felt emotional.

Having not eaten for a day, Ye Feng was really a little hungry.

Seeing Uncle Qin’s noodle stall in front of him, he walked over with Sanzhier.

There happened to be an empty table, so Ye Feng sat down.

"Uncle Qin, give me a bowl of big meat noodles, more meat, less noodles! No credit!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Sanzhier cried.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I forgot about you, Uncle Qin. Bring me six bowls of noodles, five pounds of beef, and a roast goose."

"Ye Feng, why are you alone? Where are the other three?"

The handsome elder Qin asked.

Ye Feng said: "Yaoyao and the others are busy, I'm the only one here."

"You alone? Can you finish it?"

"Don't worry, with this food bucket in my arms, I can finish all the food!"

Elder Qin glanced at Sanzhier, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Okay, wait a moment."

Ye Feng sat at a street stall, looking at the Yunhai Sect disciples with all kinds of faces.

Behind every pretty female disciple, there is at least one little bootlicker.

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

It seems that the men in this world are no different from those in my previous world.

The waiting time was a bit boring, so Ye Feng immersed his mind into the sea of ​​soul.

"Master, when you were managing Xianling Valley, was it as prosperous as it is today?"

After a while, Ye Fuyou's voice finally rang out in the Soul Sea: "Of course! During the decades when I was managing Xianling Valley, it was much more lively than it is now."

Ye Feng curled his lips and naturally didn't believe it.

"Master, stop flattering yourself. I heard that two or three hundred years ago, there were only a few dozen shops in Xianling Valley, far less prosperous and bustling than today."

"We cultivators are not mortals. Why do we need so many shops? When I was in charge, each type of goods could only be sold in one shop. There was a silk shop, a spiritual treasure shop, a rouge shop, a grocery store, a jewelry shop... and there were no brothels.

Humph, Yun Yi actually opened a brothel in Xianling Valley, it's simply a disgrace to our family!"

Ye Feng could tell that although the master's words were fierce, there seemed to be a hint of sourness in them.

That’s right, the old man is jealous!

If you can't find any other problems, just talk about the brothels that all men like.

Even if Ye Fuyou had become the Sect Leader back then, he might not have been able to develop the Yunhai Sect to such a prosperous state.

Two hundred years ago, there were only more than 20,000 disciples in the Yunhai Sect.

Now it’s more than 40,000.

This shows Master Yun Yi's leadership ability.

After chatting with Ye Fuyou for a while in the Sea of ​​Souls, Uncle Qin brought out beef and roast goose.

"Ye Feng, eat first, the noodles will be ready soon."

"Thank you, Uncle Qin."

Ye Feng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a big goose leg and threw it to Sanzhier, who was already drooling.

Looking at Uncle Qin's back, Ye Feng asked in his heart, "Uncle Master, have you known Uncle Qin before?"

"I know him, hey..."

Ye Fuyou suddenly let out a long sigh.

Ye Feng asked, "Master, why are you sighing?"

"do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

"His name is Qin Luo. Yun Yu is the most beautiful woman in Yunhai Sect. He was hailed as the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect at that time. Qin Luo's appearance at his peak was so stunning that even I felt a little pressured."

"Forehead?"

Why does Ye Feng feel that there is something else behind Master Uncle's words?

This doesn't seem to be praising Uncle Qin, but rather praising myself in disguise.

"shameless……"

Ye Feng gave a very appropriate evaluation in his heart.

Then, Ye Feng looked at Uncle Qin who was busy at the stove.

"So he is Qin Luo, the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect in the past. Time is really a butcher's knife... He is actually quite handsome now."

A few months ago, when Ye Feng first came here to eat noodles, he saw Uncle Qin and thought that he was good-looking.

He looked to be in his forties, unkempt, with messy hair.

At that time, Ye Feng thought that this Uncle Qin must have been a handsome man when he was young.

I didn't expect that my vision was still too small.

When he was young, he was not only a handsome man, but also the most handsome man.

"The most handsome man! How handsome must he be, Master Uncle? How do you think he compares to me?"

"You? Your skeleton hasn't fully grown yet. Let's compare them when you're twenty."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "That's true. I didn't feel anything before, but recently I've been feeling a lot of pressure. Let's not talk about those brothers. Even Shuang'er and Shangguan are a little taller than me. My height is indeed a weakness. Do you think I can grow taller?"

When Ye Feng first came to this world, he was very satisfied with the facial features and figure of this body.

Because he was under sixteen at the time, Ye Feng didn't care too much about his short stature.

He had indeed grown three or four centimeters taller in the past few months, but he was still some distance away from Ye Feng's handsome seven-foot tall boy.

Just now when he faced the Four Heroes of Yunhai in Yihongyuan, he clearly felt that he was much shorter.

He also felt a lot of pressure when facing Yun Shuang'er and other girls.

Ye Feng is very worried now. What if he stops growing and remains this tall? What will he do in the future?

Ye Fuyou said, "Don't worry, you've only just turned sixteen, you can still grow for two or three years."

"That's good!"

After hearing Ye Fuyou's words, Ye Feng finally felt relieved.

While eating the braised beef in soy sauce, he asked, "Master, since Uncle Qin was the most handsome man in our Yunhai Sect in the past, he must be a famous figure in our Yunhai Sect.

Look at Fairy Yunyu, who was once the most beautiful woman. There are dozens of people in Yunyu House, and she has opened such a large industry, so she will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of her life.

Why is Uncle Qin in such a miserable state? "

"Who made him blind? He followed the wrong people and stood on the wrong side."

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Feng almost choked to death on the braised beef in his mouth.

He coughed violently a few times, then said, "Master, are you saying... are you saying that Uncle Qin was on your side back then?"

"Well, otherwise how could he have fallen to this point? This is the terrifying thing about the fight for the throne.

Look at your master, a fat man who is lazy, uneducated and only knows how to sleep with women. But just because he chose the right side, no matter how much he misbehaved, he is now a highly respected elder of the Yunhai Sect.

Qin Luo, no matter in terms of talent, understanding or character, can be regarded as the best choice, but he ended up like this.

If Xingluo Peak could accommodate him, why would he set up a stall here to sell noodles? He was once the world-famous Jade-faced Sword Immortal, who once swept across the world with his scale-slicing sword, making the demons of the Demon Cult tremble in fear..."

When Ye Fuyou finished speaking, his voice became a little excited.

He hated Yun Yi not only for taking his position as the head of the sect and killing his wife and children.

He actually hated himself more.

Who among those who followed him back then was not a person of extraordinary talent and promising future?

These people believed in him and followed him...

However, he harmed these people.

I had a chance to win back then!

Because of a single thought of kindness...

At this time, Qin Luo came over with a few bowls of noodles.

Put it on the table.

At this time, there were no customers coming to eat noodles, so Ye Feng said, "Uncle Qin, you have been busy for a long time, sit down and take a rest."

Qin Luo looked around, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Business has been good these two days, and it is indeed very tiring."

As he said that, he sat down next to Ye Feng, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a bowl of cold tea.

After Qin Luo drank it all, he saw Ye Feng staring at him with a very strange look.

He looked down and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with himself today compared to the past.

He said, "Ye Feng, what are you looking at?"

Ye Feng said, "I want to see who is more handsome, Mr. Qin Luo, the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect back then, or me."

Qin Luo's face froze, and a trace of loneliness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "What Jade-faced Sword Immortal, what Young Master Qin Luo, those were all things that happened hundreds of years ago. Haha, I haven't mentioned this title in front of me for many years. It sounds a bit unfamiliar now."

Ye Feng looked at the loneliness in Qin Luo's eyes and asked, "Uncle Qin, can I interview you?"

"Interview? What do you mean?"

"Just asking you a few questions."

"Oh, that's interesting. Go ahead and ask."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Qin, you were the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect back then, the Jade-faced Sword Immortal who bewitched the Nine Provinces. You should have been wielding a sword and laughing at the sky, but now you're accompanied by a boiler and a long spoon. Don't you feel sorry for that?"

Qin Luo's expression stiffened again.

He looked at Ye Feng deeply, and seeing that Ye Feng's expression was sincere and seemed to have no other intentions, he silently withdrew his gaze.

"There's nothing to regret. Going crazy and flying a sword through the sky is a way of life. Spending the whole day with a boiler and a long spoon is also a way of life.

The most important thing is that I am still alive. As long as I am alive, there is hope..."

"Uncle Qin, there's no need to put yourself down here. Look at your hands. The fingers are so long. They're meant to hold a sword, not a spoon. Uncle, you're in your prime. Haven't you ever thought about returning to the martial arts world? How long has it been since you unsheathed your Scale-Slashing Sword?"

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in the depths of Qin Luo's eyes.

He looked up at Ye Feng again, as if he wanted to see through Ye Feng's heart through his eyes.