Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng certainly knew the reason why his skin turned dark. It was because the electric current burned the skin, causing skin pigmentation.

I squatted on the ground and rubbed it for a long time, and the skin was almost peeling off, but it didn't come off.

This made Ye Feng very depressed.

Yun Shuang'er said slowly, "Since you said that the lightning you cast earlier was just an illusion, how could it have turned your skin black?"

Ye Feng said: "True and false, real and fake, my opponents are all masters of cultivation. If I don't add some real stuff to the illusion, how can I deceive them?

Of course, you also saw that the power of lightning in the illusion can only darken my skin at best, and it won't cause any harm to my body at all."

Yun Shuang'er seemed to believe the boy's nonsense.

She took out a white porcelain bottle from her storage bag and threw it to Ye Feng, saying, "This is Tianlu Moisturizing Cream. Rub it all over your body after taking a shower. Your skin will recover soon."

Ye Feng was overjoyed and said, "You have such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier? You made me worry for a long time. I don't want to have such a handsome face that captivates everyone to be paired with the skin of an African native."

Ye Feng happily took the Tianlu Moisturizing Cream into his arms.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly thought of something.

He walked happily to Yun Shuang'er again.

Said: "Shuang'er, there is something I have been wanting to ask you these past two days."

"what's up?"

Ye Feng pondered and said, "During my time in the Bamboo Forest, I wrote a few poems. Did you spread them around?"

Yun Shuang'er was stunned and said, "No."

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "That's strange. A few days ago, those poems suddenly started to circulate in the Yunhai Sect. Who else could it be but you? The old man guarding the ancestral hall? That doesn't make sense. He was only there on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. For the other poems, you were the only one present."

Ye Feng knew Yun Shuang'er quite well. She was not a good liar, nor was she someone who liked to spread gossip.

Since Yun Shuang'er said she didn't spread it, it must not be her.

Yun Shuang'er suddenly said, "It could be my senior sisters."

"Uh? What? You told them?"

Yun Shuang'er shook her head and said, "A few days ago, my eldest and third senior sisters came into my room and saw the poems I copied. They were both very amazed and praised them highly. I told them that these poems were written by you..."

"Jin He? Nangong Yan?"

Ye Feng frowned and said, "Do you remember which day it was?"

"It seems to be the night of the first day of registration."

"What?" Ye Feng's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Why is it the night of the first day of registration?

The next morning, Liu Changyuan recited the poem to him in the square. That afternoon, in Xianling Valley, Ye Feng heard "Jianghu" from his handsome uncle Qin Luo who sold noodles. Uncle Qin Luo and Liu Changyuan both knew that the poem was written by him.

It seemed that the news had not spread at the time.

How could these two know?

Ye Feng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Seeing Ye Feng frowning and not saying anything, Yun Shuang'er asked, "What's wrong? Even if my two senior sisters spread the news, it's to make you famous. You don't seem happy?

Are you only able to write poems for Shangguan, and don't want people to know that you have also written a few poems for me?"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Shuang'er, don't think too much, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean by frowning?" Yun Shuang'er's tone was obviously unfriendly.

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "I'm a very low-key person. I don't want to be famous, especially not in a positive way. Now that the poems I wrote have started to circulate widely, some people even call me the Poet Immortal. I'm under a lot of pressure right now."

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng and said, "You... don't want a positive reputation?"

"Yes! I'm a bully! A bad guy who bullies men and women! The evil villain in every story! What I need is the notoriety of a villain, not the positive reputation of a hero. I'm destined not to have a good reputation."

Yun Shuang'er's eyes flickered as she asked, "Are you deliberately trying to gain a bad reputation?"

"It's not just me... Yaoyao, Fang Tong, Ben Lei, Yin Ling, and Liu Yinshui... Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. It's getting dark soon, so I'm going to the cold pond in the back mountain to take a bath first."

Ye Feng waved his hand slightly. He couldn't say too much to Yun Shuang'er.

This involves the future fate of himself, his master, and Ling'er.

Then Ye Feng drew out the purple-green sword and flew towards the east in the posture of Superman.

Yun Shuang'er frowned as she watched Ye Feng's dark green light fade away.

She seemed to understand a lot of things at this moment.

It was already late at night when Ye Feng returned to Fenglingju.

He took a bath in the cold pond in the back mountain, applied Tianlu moisturizing cream, ate grilled fish, and meditated for an hour. When he counted with his fingers, he found that it was already past midnight, so he quietly returned to Fenglingju.

There was no way. If Ling'er and Xiaoman saw him in his current dark appearance, they would definitely laugh at him from all angles.

I could only wait until the two little girls fell asleep before I dared to come back secretly.

Sure enough, at this time, Ling'er and Xiaoman had already gone to bed. Ye Feng tiptoed into the room without even lighting the oil lamp, and quietly climbed onto the bed.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the bed. I was startled. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be Sanzhier.

"You're such a stinker! I almost got scared to death by you!"

Ye Feng patted his chest, his face full of lingering fear.

In the darkness, Sanzhier's eyes, glowing with bright green light, stared at Ye Feng.

Perhaps because it was too dark, it didn't notice that Ye Feng's skin was different from usual. Otherwise, with the little guy's nature, seeing Ye Feng's embarrassing appearance, it would definitely beat the ground with its claws crazily.

Lying on the bed, Ye Feng tossed and turned.

The thoughts in my mind are in a mess.

The first is the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art that he practiced today.

Facts have proved that the method taught to him by his ancestors is feasible. The method of stimulating acupoints with the soul can indeed burst out powerful power in a very short period of time, thereby activating the power of thunder and lightning inside the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

However, the power released from the acupoints is time-limited and can only last about three minutes.

If this time is exceeded, the pure yang energy in his body will rapidly weaken, and the power of the magic sword will be sealed again.

"Such a powerful force, even if it can only last three minutes, is enough to kill the opponent. It's just that the backlash is a bit embarrassing. I won't have my clothes burned to ashes every time I use it as today. That would be so embarrassing!"

Ye Feng couldn't sleep even more when he thought about how Yun Shuang'er had seen him doing the embarrassing thing to the sky this afternoon.

He cursed under his breath for a while, and then his thoughts fell on the poems he had written in his ancestral land in the bamboo forest.

This matter is very strange.

The night before, Jin He and Nangong Yan saw the poems he wrote in Yun Shuang'er's room, and Liu Changyuan knew about it the next morning.

Who told him?

There is no Internet or Tik Tok in this world.

Poetry and prose do not spread so quickly.

Ye Feng had been in Xingluo Peak for so long, but that day was the first time he met Liu Changyuan.

It can be seen that Liu Changyuan is a very low-key person who doesn't like socializing.

Why would he know?

Ye Feng slowly sat up from the darkness and gently stroked Sanzhier's hair.

He murmured, "Liu Changyuan must have heard it from Senior Sister Jinhe or Senior Sister Nangong. This is the most likely possibility.

Of course, there are other possibilities. The two senior sisters may have told this matter to other female disciples of Mozhuxuan.

However, it was impossible for the news to reach Liu Changyuan so quickly. In other words, it can be basically concluded that the source of Liu Changyuan's information was a female disciple of Mozhuxuan.

Liu Changyuan is in the Transmission Institute, he should be the eldest brother's man.

Could it be that one of Mozhuxuan's disciples was the eldest brother's man? Jin He? Or Nangong Yan?

Uncle Master Yuying adopted a policy of seclusion and imposed extremely strict restrictions on his disciples, not even allowing them to fall in love, all in order to remove Mo Zhuxuan from the struggle for the throne.

Have some of her disciples really already taken sides?

If there really is a person who is related to the senior brother among those senior sisters, then is this person also involved in the secret theft of spiritual veins?"

This is what Ye Feng least wants to see.

Those senior sisters have taken care of me since I was a child. If any of them gets involved, the situation will be bad.

"Well, Uncle Qin Luo is also not right. How could he, a noodle seller, know so quickly that I wrote the poem in Jianghu? According to the time calculation, this news should not have reached Xianling Valley.

If Uncle Qin Luo has been pretending all these years, then which side does he belong to? Is he the Big Brother? Or is he a Shamatte?

No, Uncle Qin Luo was once the most handsome man in Yunhai Sect. He should have had a bright future. It was the Second Uncle who came to power that harmed him so badly. If it were me, I would not participate in the enemy's disciple's attempt to seize the throne.

And there's something wrong with Hong Jiu. Master Yulin hasn't left Tiankui Peak for more than two hundred years. Why would he send his disciples to participate in this fight?

Hong Jiu's strength should be enough to compete for the top ten. Once he enters the top ten, he will get a ticket to the Lingshan Competition next year...

Why has Third Uncle, who has kept a low profile for over two hundred years, suddenly become so high-profile? Could it be that there is a third hidden force within the Yunhai Sect?

Ye Feng's expression gradually became serious.

As he got to know more and more about the Yunhai Sect, he became more and more confused.

It seems that there is an invisible hand that has been secretly fanning the flames.

Ye Feng thought of the original owner's death.

Only he knew that Xu Kai lied.

It was not Xu Kai who killed him.

Xu Kai was taking the blame for someone else, he was protecting that person.

Xu Kai has already betrayed Lin Yi, which shows that the person he wants to protect is definitely not Lin Yi.

Ye Feng always thought that the man was the eldest senior brother.

Now Ye Feng began to waver in his thoughts.

The key point lies in the cause of death of the original owner.

At that time, Ye Feng checked his body and found no external or internal injuries.

If we knew the cause of death, we might be able to find the murderer.

Unfortunately, too much time has passed. Even if I travel back in time and find forensic doctor Qin Ming, he probably won’t be able to determine how I died half a year ago.

However, Ye Feng had a rough guess as to the direction.

It should be poison.

He was poisoned to death.

My cultivation level was very low before, and I hadn't even reached the level of flying in the sky. It would be easy for them to kill me.

Why would the other party use poison...

Wouldn't it be more straightforward to just slit your own neck with a sword?

Could it be that the other party’s cultivation level is so low that he can’t even defeat me?

Amidst this chaotic stream of thoughts, Ye Feng endured until dawn.