Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng felt a little uneasy when he saw Qin Luo staring at him.

In fact, those words just now were not what he wanted to ask.

I just relayed what Master Uncle said.

He didn't expect Qin Luo's reaction to be so big.

Those eyes that had been succumbing to numbness for many years seemed to have a flame deep inside that had never been extinguished.

At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to see a ferocious tiger in Qin Luo's heart through his eyes.

But this tiger was bound by this skin filled with oil and smoke.

At this moment, the sharpness in Qin Luo's eyes instantly disappeared.

He chuckled and said, "Returning to the martial arts world? What's so good about the martial arts world? It's full of intrigue, hatred, and hatred, and is filled with bloodshed and ruthlessness.

Didn’t you write a poem?

The world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world.

……

The world is like the tide and people are like water, but I sigh that few people return.

It’s easy to enter the underworld, but it’s very difficult to leave it.”

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Has this poem spread to Xianling Valley?"

Qin Luo was stunned for a moment, a light flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled and said: "This poem expresses the helplessness and bitterness of the Jianghu people, so it will spread quickly. Okay, I won't chat with you anymore, I still have to work."

There happened to be two outer disciples at the table next to them who had finished their noodles, left the money and got up to leave.

Qin Luo began to clean up the dishes.

Watching Qin Luo bending over to work and wiping the table with linen, Ye Feng frowned slightly.

He seemed to have an illusion at the moment.

Qin Luo's waist was bent, but his spine was still straight.

"He must be hiding many unknown secrets in his heart. This trip to the Fairy Valley has yielded quite a lot!"

Ye Feng whispered to himself in his heart.

Sanzhier has now switched from foodie mode to glutton mode, and has turned on turbocharging.

Six bowls of noodles, five pounds of braised beef, and a fat roast goose. Ye Feng only ate a small part of it, and most of it went into Sanzhier's stomach.

Moreover, Sanzhier was a liquidator who ate everything cleanly, even chewing the bones of the roast goose before swallowing them.

When all the food on the table was eaten, Ye Feng picked up Sanzhier.

Watch carefully in front of your own eyes.

In less than half an hour, the little guy ate five bowls of noodles with meat, a roast goose, and five pounds of beef...but his stomach didn't seem to be much bigger.

"Oh my goodness, Sanzhier, when I said you were a glutton, I was just teasing you. I didn't expect you to be such a glutton! Is your belly a storage bag? How can I afford to feed you if you eat so much?!"

Sanzhier squeaked a few times, as if to say that he was rich and didn't need Ye Feng to support him.

Ye Feng took out a twenty-tael silver ingot from his storage bag and placed it on the table.

He said, "Uncle Qin, I'm going to go back first. The silver is on the table."

"It's too much, too much... Just two taels of silver, I'll cut the silver for you."

"No need. If you have too much, just leave it here. Yaoyao and the others often come here to buy on credit anyway..."

"Okay, I'll take it. Walk slower!"

Ye Feng did not stay in the Xianling Valley any longer. He drew out the Purple-Green Divine Sword, flew directly from the valley into the air, and flew towards Xingluo Peak.

Looking at the ray of light as Ye Feng went away.

He looked down at the heavy silver ingot in his hand.

Qin Luo's eyes were a little blurry.

He slowly clenched his palm, and the silver ingot instantly turned into a silver cake.

He stared for a long time and sighed deeply.

He threw the silver cake in his hand into the money box.

When he came to the stove, he saw that the flame at the bottom of the pot was about to go out, so he threw a few pieces of wood in, and then stared at the flame that was gradually growing bigger at the bottom of the pot.

What was he thinking?

What is he looking at?

I'm afraid no one knows except himself.

It was almost late at night when Ye Feng returned to Fengling Residence. The yard was pitch black and the lights in all the rooms were off. He didn't know whether Fat Master had returned.

Ye Feng was afraid of waking up his junior sister and Xiao Man who were already resting, so he tiptoed back to his room with Sanzhier in his arms.

The next day, early in the morning.

Ye Feng yawned and walked out of the room carrying San Zhier. The fat master was still lying on the recliner, watching Ling'er practice sword leisurely.

Huang Linger has extremely high aptitude and has made rapid progress in her cultivation. Some time ago, when she was practicing the Phantom Body Technique, she often stepped her left foot with her right foot. Now, she is holding the Burning Immortal Sword and taking the Phantom Step to practice close combat sword moves.

When Fatty Yulong saw his eldest disciple staring at him with a wicked smile, he felt a little uneasy.

He knew that Ye Feng went to Yihongyuan last night, and it was he who asked Sanzhier to find Ye Feng.

Worried that Ye Feng said something he shouldn't have.

Then he said, "Feng'er, your shop will open tomorrow...you...go and take care of the shop!"

Ye Feng stepped forward and said, "Speaking of the shop, Master... I seemed to see your tall and majestic figure in Xianling Valley last night!"

"Really? Last night, I was indeed reminiscing with two friends in Xianling Valley. Oh, now that you've seen me, why don't you come out and say hello? Otherwise, I would have introduced you to them last night!"

"No, no, no! Those two friends of yours must be very powerful seniors. I'm just a junior disciple, so it's best for me to stay away from them."

Fatty Yulong grinned and said, "They're not some senior masters, but they're certainly quite powerful."

Ye Feng was speechless.

After all, I am his good disciple. I can't really say to my junior sister: "Your father went to a prostitute last night, and he was a dragon playing with two phoenixes."

As a disciple, I still have to cover up for my master in this matter.

Ye Feng walked up to Fatty Yulong, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Master, I'll keep what happened last night a secret. But as your eldest disciple, I want to remind you a few things. I have a little junior sister, and that's enough. You, old man, must not cause any more trouble, especially with a mixed-blood!"

"Got it, stop nagging! Go away, don't disturb your junior sister's sword practice!"

Ye Feng was about to go to the kitchen to wash his face and then go find Sanba.

Suddenly he stopped and said, "Master, are you familiar with Uncle Qin Luo?"

"Qin Luo?"

Fatty Yulong was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat up from the recliner with a very strange expression.

"Why are you asking about him..."

"Nothing, just asking casually. I heard that Uncle Qin Luo was once the most handsome man in our Yunhai Sect..."

"The most handsome man?"

Huang Ling'er, who was practicing sword, immediately stopped practicing, holding her Fen Ji, and walked over with a curious look on her face.

Fatty Yulong said unhappily, "Ling'er, how old are you? You're not old enough to be interested in handsome men yet. Go back to practicing swordsmanship."

Huang Ling'er curled her lips and said, "I'm just curious."

"What's there to be curious about? It happened over two hundred years ago. Besides, Qin Luo, that pretty boy, is not much more handsome than your father.

It's just that his skin is whiter than mine, he's taller than me, has a better figure than me, has longer legs, bigger eyes, a straighter nose, thicker eyebrows, a lower hairline, more abdominal muscles, better literary talent, speaks more elegantly, has a prettier face, and has one more eyelid...

Besides these points, how else is that pretty boy better than me? Now he's setting up a stall in Xianling Valley, it's hilarious!

This pretty boy is your father's lifelong rival... Don't mention his name in front of me anymore! This includes Jade Face, White Face, and Slashing Scales! "

Seeing Fatty Yulong's angry look, Ye Feng and Huang Ling'er looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ye Feng said: "Lifelong rivals? Master, you fell in love with the same woman?"

Fatty Yulong said, "Yes, we all like Junior Sister Yunyu."

Ye Feng asked curiously, "Neither of you succeeded in catching up with Junior Sister Yunyu, did you?"

"So he and I are on the same level! We're on par! I don't know if those guys were blind before, praising him as the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect and me as the second most handsome man... Humph!"

"The second most handsome man?"

"You little brat, why are you looking at me with such suspicion? Don't you believe me?"

"I don't believe it..." Ye Feng shook his head.

Fatty Yulong seemed very angry and stood up to kick Ye Feng.

Ye Feng ran out without even washing his face.

He was a little depressed and wanted to ask his master some things about Uncle Qin Luo.

Last night, he always felt that Qin Luo's last look at him had a deeper meaning.

The master uncle had been imprisoned in the dungeon for more than two hundred years and knew nothing about what happened to Qin Luo later, so he could only ask the fat master.

I didn’t expect that Qin Luo would be the fat master’s love rival!

The two people are so different in appearance, yet they can become rivals in love...

Ye Feng really couldn't imagine how terrifying the scene was when they pursued Uncle Yunyu together!

After escaping Fenglingju, he entered the sea of ​​souls and asked, "Master, my master hates Uncle Qin Luo. Is it really because they were once rivals in love?"

"Of course not. Qin Luo was the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect back then, and Lao Liu... he was known as the ugliest man in Yunhai Sect... This is the root of the grudge between them."

"Ah? My master had this nickname back then? The ugliest man? Just now, my master said he was the second most handsome man... I knew there was something fishy about my master's words, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated!"

Ye Feng now finally understood why his fat master was the last one laughing in the struggle for the throne back then.

Qin Luo is the most handsome man, and pursuing Fairy Yunyu is a match made in heaven.

You are the ugliest guy, why are you joining in the fun?

Just because of the fat master's shamelessness in not fearing worldly opinions, how could his career not be successful?

Ye Feng admired his master's shamelessness, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and soon arrived at Yaoyao's residence.

It’s not far from Fenglingju.

Yaoyao does not live with her parents, but lives with her grandmother Xuanchi Zhenren in a quiet and elegant small courtyard.

The yard is not big, even smaller than Fenglingju.

The wooden door is made of pear wood. It is old and full of cracks, and the short courtyard wall is covered with moss.

Ye Feng leaned against the courtyard wall and called softly, "Yaoyao! Yaoyao! Are you home?"

Qi Yao was not called out, but a woman with a youthful face and white hair walked out of the room.

His hair has turned snow-white, but there are not many wrinkles on his face.

It turned out to be the chief elder of the current Transmission Institute, Master Yun Yi, the uncle of Fatty Yulong, and Master Xuan Chi!