Evil Master and Disciple

It didn't take Ye Feng much time to learn the method of activating the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art that the old man who was guarding the temple had told him.

In fact, it is very simple and there is no formula at all. It is just a method.

When activating it, use the power of the soul to stimulate several acupoints around the body to release more powerful pure yang power.

The only thing to note is that it's not the spiritual power that stimulates the acupoints, but the power of the soul. For safety, it's best to seal several acupoints around the acupoint being stimulated.

After learning this method, Ye Feng left the ancestral temple.

However, he did not return to the front mountain immediately.

Instead, he came to the bamboo forest.

In the dim bamboo forest, Ye Feng stood in front of the monument without any words on it.

The last time he was telling his fat master about his encounter with the head master uncle in the back mountain, he realized that the tomb with no words on it was most likely that it belonged to the head master uncle.

However, he did not tell his master about his guess.

I happened to stop by and take a look today.

He wanted to dig up the tomb without any words in front of him to see if the master's god of magic was buried inside.

While hesitating, Ye Feng noticed something unusual.

He squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt from the grave.

Looking at the grave again, he frowned slightly.

"Has this tomb been excavated recently?"

Ye Feng worked as a forest ranger here for three months.

He might not be familiar with other tombs, but he was very familiar with the tomb of his grandmaster, Taoist Xuanfu, and the tomb with the inscriptionless stele in front of him.

This tomb without an inscription has been there for four months and is now covered with flowers and plants.

But the flowers and plants there are now completely different from what I remember.

Someone recently dug up the tomb and, fearing it would be discovered, they dug up some grass from the ground nearby to cover it up.

Ye Feng walked around the tomb without any words on the stele for several times.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of flowers and plants, and pulled them casually, pulling them out by the roots.

Ye Feng was sure that someone had dug up this grave.

"who is it?"

He frowned and muttered to himself.

He wanted to awaken the master uncle in the sea of ​​souls to come out and analyze the matter together.

However, this place was too close to the ancestral temple, so the master uncle did not dare to show up at all. He could only remain asleep to avoid the powerful perception of the old man guarding the temple.

Ye Feng stayed in front of the inscriptionless monument for a long time, guessing various possibilities.

"Is it the headmaster uncle?"

“No, the person was buried by the head master, and he often comes here to pay homage, so there is no need for him to dig up the grave.

Digging up someone else's grave either means there's a deep hatred, like Wu Zixu did when he dug up King Ping of Chu and whipped his corpse. Or they're tomb robbers... or they're trying to determine the tomb's owner's identity."

Judging from the current situation, the tomb without an inscription was secretly dug up, and for fear of being discovered by others, some grass was transplanted on it. It was definitely not done out of hatred, or to dig up the coffin and whip the corpse.

As for tomb robbers, that is even more impossible.

This is the ancestral site of the Yunhai Sect. There is also the strongest man in the world guarding it. Who dares to come here to rob the tomb?

Besides, even if it was done by tomb robbers, it is impossible for them to just dig up a small tomb without any words on the tombstone.

"Sherlock Holmes once said, if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how incredible, must be the truth!

Someone wants to determine the identity of the person in the coffin... who could it be?"

A brainstorming session took place in Ye Feng’s mind.

The head master is excluded.

As the chief elder of the Discipline Institute, Fourth Uncle Yu Chenzi knew that the person imprisoned in the stone prison was his eldest senior brother. It was Yu Chenzi who took care of providing him with a pot of wine and a roast chicken every day.

Yu Chenzi is also excluded.

besides……

Ye Feng suddenly looked up and muttered, "No way! Master? Could it be that Fatty Master did it?"

Ye Feng only mentioned this inscriptionless stele to his fat master.

Thinking about it now, Fat Master’s behavior at that time was indeed a bit strange.

Not only did his expression differ from usual, he also kept asking himself about the inscriptionless stele.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng felt that he had always underestimated his fat master's IQ.

The fat master was able to guess that the owner of the wordless monument was his senior brother just because the head master uncle often came to worship there. This is too scary!

"Squeak..."

Sanzhier on my shoulder started crying again.

He was hungry and urged Ye Feng to go back quickly, maybe he could eat some leftovers.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Ye Feng returned to Fengling Residence in a restless mood.

Huang Ling'er and Xiao Man sat in the yard and talked about some exciting fights during the day.

As for Fatty Yulong, he was probably drinking with his expatriate seniors and hadn't come back yet.

Seeing Ye Feng push the door open and walk in, Huang Ling'er immediately complained: "Brother, didn't you say you came back to rest and recuperate? Why are you back so late?"

Ye Feng curled his lips and said, "Don't ask too much about my brother's affairs. Is there anything to eat?"

Huang Ling'er nodded and said, "Are you hungry? There's some food left for you in the kitchen."

Ye Feng didn't eat it. Instead, he threw Sanzhier to Huang Ling'er and said, "I'm not hungry. It's this green-haired beast... I've decided to change its name. From now on, I'll call it "Rice Bucket" instead of "Sanzhier"!"

In the past, Ye Feng was still feeling smug about being able to trick San Zhier, who could hunt for treasure, out from the back mountain to follow him.

I have fantasized countless times about one day inheriting Sanzhier's huge treasure trove.

Now Ye Feng feels a little regretful.

With the way Sanzhier eats, I haven't found Sanzhier's treasure trove yet. I guess I have been eaten bankrupt by this guy.

A whole cow for one meal is not enough to describe the amazing appetite of this glutton.

After throwing Sanzhier to Huang Linger, Ye Feng walked into the room angrily.

Junior Sister and Miss Xiaoman had already prepared hot water, and after taking a bath, he sat on the bed to meditate and practice.

Today Ye Feng felt that he was a little reckless in the ring.

He was testing Qin Keke's patience in the ring, but at the same time his own patience was also worn out.

Originally, he could have defeated Qin Keke in close combat with the help of the Tai Chi Mysterious Sword Technique and the Thirty-Six Deadly Swords.

In the end, he became impatient and used his heavy sword to confront Qin Keke head-on.

This is extremely unwise.

Qin Keke herself did not consume much true energy and spiritual power in the fight. The final attack was a test of true energy.

If it weren't for the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword that blocked and dissolved more than half of the recoil force, Ye Feng would not have just spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

It is very likely that he will be severely injured, and Qin Keke will take the opportunity to counterattack.

"Alas, I still have no experience!"

Ye Feng sighed slightly in his heart.

After experiencing today's battle, Ye Feng's experience in martial arts has increased rapidly. If he encounters such a situation again in the future, he will definitely not fight with his opponent head-on without consuming too much of his opponent's true energy.

Ye Feng spent two hours practicing the "Cloud Sea Technique" to restore his body to its best condition.

Then he began to practice "A Hundred Refinements of the Soul".

Although this is only a fragment and incomplete, it is of great benefit to the improvement of the soul.

Ye Feng used the hundred refinements of his soul to allow himself to move from the Sky Control Realm to the God Control Realm at the fastest speed.

As the sky gradually brightened, Ye Feng could feel that the cold and gloomy energy had weakened a lot, so he slowly stopped practicing.

The Hundred Refinements of the Soul and the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art are two opposing methods of cultivation.

The spirit and soul are yin, and the best time to cultivate the spirit and soul is at night, especially after midnight when the yin energy is the strongest.

The Red Sun Heart Thunder Art is just the opposite and can only be practiced during the day.

This made Ye Feng feel like he was back to the double-shift life in his previous life.

After finishing his training, Ye Feng's mind went into the sea of ​​souls to chat with his master.

Ye Fuyou thought that this kid was going to learn some new martial arts.

As a result, Ye Feng hesitated for a long time before saying that he found a blank stele in the ancestral land of the bamboo forest last night, which seemed to be his tomb and seemed to have been dug up by someone.

After listening to this, Ye Fuyou fell into a long silence.

"Master, who do you think dug it up?"

Ye Fuyou said slowly: "It should be Lao Liu."

"Sixth Brother...ah, you mean my master?"

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat. He actually had the same suspicion.

Ye Feng said, "Master, why do you suspect my master did it? My master seems honest and decent. He wouldn't do something like digging graves in the middle of the night."

"Hey, the last time you talked to Lao Liu about the wordless stele, there was something wrong in Lao Liu's eyes.

Only a few of us brothers and sisters could be buried near Master's mausoleum, so Lao Liu was suspicious at the time."

"No way, my master is so smart?"

"You don't know your master at all. He's not very good-looking, so why did the master make an exception and accept him as a disciple? And the youngest disciple at that? It was because of Lao Liu's intelligence.

Oh, forget it, my body is dead, and my soul will soon be gone, I don't care about these things anymore."

Ye Feng didn't expect that Master Uncle was so open-minded.

He could sense that after the master learned that the inscriptionless stele was most likely his tomb, his mentality had undergone some subtle changes.

This old man, who had been imprisoned and tortured for more than two hundred years, seemed to have really let go of the past.

Ye Feng said: "Since you don't care about it, Master, I won't ask about it.

By the way, Master, can you tell me about our Third Master, Master Yulin?

Hong Jiu's words today made Ye Feng feel a little uneasy. He wanted to know more about his third uncle.

Ye Fuyou didn't say much about the issue of his third junior brother.

If it can be said that Ye Fuyou only owes something to those who followed him back then.

Then, he felt deeply guilty and self-blamed towards his third junior brother Yulin and his junior sister Yumian.

He still doesn't have the courage to face these two people.

I don't even dare to recall the memories of the two of them.

Ye Fuyou simply said, "Ye Feng, just remember that your Third Uncle is a martial arts fanatic who has fascinated the world."

Ye Feng thought, since his Third Uncle was known as the Burning Heaven God of War, the simple word "martial arts fanatic" might not be enough to describe him.

He could see that the master uncle didn't want to talk about the past, so after chatting for a few words, Ye Feng withdrew his mind from the sea of ​​​​soul.

Hearing voices outside, Ye Feng put on his clothes and walked out.

Fatty Yulong came back very late last night, but early in the morning, he was still sitting on the recliner in the yard.

Sanzhier squatted on his body, eating and drinking from him.

Seeing Ye Feng, Fatty Yulong narrowed his eyes.

Said: "Feng'er, you performed well yesterday and deserve praise."

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "As your disciple, I must bring honor to you. Master, yesterday I defeated Qin Keke, which made you shine in front of those seniors!"

Fatty Yulong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Feng said, "Aren't you praising me for winning the competition yesterday?"

"Qin Keke is just a woman. What's there to be proud of after you beat her? I was right. It was you who rolled up your sleeves and jumped off the stage without hesitation after the duel, challenging dozens of disciples single-handedly."

Ye Feng's face was filled with black lines.

Just as he was about to go wash up, Fatty Yulong said again, "Don't go, kid. You even know Tai Chi Xuan Dao. How much skills did our ancestors teach you? Tell me about it."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing special. Cloud Sea Art, Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art, Hundred Soul Refinements, Tai Chi Sword Art, Thirty-Six Deadly Swords and Phantom Body Technique. Master, do you still want to learn?"

Fatty Yulong shook his head and said, "Except for the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art, I know several other magical skills. However, I can no longer practice the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art.

Today, your master intends to teach you the rest of the Yunhai Jue. Since your ancestor has already taught you, I will not teach you again.

If you encounter any difficult questions during your cultivation, please consult Master. Master will help you answer them.

Of course, you can also go to the ancestral hall in the back mountain every now and then. The old ancestor has countless unique skills, but he only passed on a few to you. He is really stingy.

I think he likes you very much. You can dig... holes... and learn some unique skills from him."