Evil Master and Disciple

The huge brush that originally stood in front of Ye Feng like a magic needle actually seemed to have turned into a magic needle, which could be large or small, long or short, thick or thin...

As Ye Feng kept saying "Little, little, little..."

The giant pen began to shrink rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the giant brush that was dozens of feet long shrank into a brush less than two feet long.

The style of this brush looked familiar to Ye Feng.

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that in the black silk bracelet, among Miss Mozhu's relics, there were many items that Miss Mozhu and Bai Yunzi used when they were polishing mirrors.

In addition to erotic books, simulated large lychees, small whips and other items, there is also a judge's pen.

The brush in my hand now is basically the same as the judge's brush left by the big and small Mozhu fairies.

The difference is that the Judge's Pen of Fairy Mozhu is not for writing, nor is it a magic weapon. The workmanship is a bit rough, and it has obvious signs of wear and tear over the past few hundred years.

However, the pen that Yan Rijing left him is a rare treasure for Confucianism.

The pen holder is pale white, like jade but not jade, like wood but not wood, like stone but not stone. It feels a bit heavy in the hand. Ye Feng is not sure what material the pen holder is made of.

There are many exquisite and weathered lines on the pen.

Just like the cirrus patterns or taotie patterns engraved on ancient bronzes, every stroke seems to contain the vicissitudes and heaviness of history.

The hairs on the brush tip are definitely not horsetail or wolf hair. The tiny hairs look soft, but each hair is very tough and dark in color.

White pen barrel, black pen tip.

Just like the colors of this secret world, there are only two colors: black and white.

Ye Feng looked carefully and found words on the pen.

"Ding... Ding... Dinghai Magic Needle? Or Dinghai Magic Pen?"

Ye Feng only knew one word, Ding. He scratched his head and muttered to himself, "That's not right. There are three words on it..."

"This is Dingshan River..." Yan Rijing's voice sounded slowly.

"So the last two words are 'mountains and rivers'. I recognized them right away!" Ye Feng forced himself to find a way out.

"Master Ye, this item has already found a successor. My ten-thousand-year wait has finally paid off. I hope you can treat it well and not bring disgrace upon the reputation of Ding Shanhe, nor upon the reputation of Confucianism.

This secret realm will collapse without Dingshanhe, and my incarnation will disappear forever. We will never meet again! "

"Wait... you just want to give me a pen? Confucian cultivation techniques... can you spare a few hours to teach them to me?"

"Everything is in Dingshan River..."

This was the last sentence Yan Rijing said.

Then, Ye Feng saw this secret realm begin to collapse.

"Senior, Master Yan... could you give me some more tips? This is a pen, not a book... Senior, ah..."

A huge suction force carried Ye Feng's soul into a dazzling space-time channel.

It seems that every streak of light is a memory of Ye Feng.

Some are his, and some belong to the original owner.

It turns out that the original owner's memory was not lost. It was more like it was sealed by a mysterious force and hidden deep in the soul.

Ye Feng wanted to see the original owner's memory clearly, but the light flashed too fast and he couldn't see it clearly.

Suddenly, all the flowing lights in front of my eyes disappeared.

He heard someone talking.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in Sanzhier's treasure cave again.

There was a light bulb above Su Xiaoli's head. She tilted her head, stared with her big, gentle eyes, and looked at Ye Feng closely.

That distance is almost kissing.

Seeing Ye Feng open his eyes, she smiled with joy. Those two rows of white teeth were so beautiful. It seemed that there was not even the slightest flaw to be found on this woman.

San Zhier squatted on Su Xiaoli's shoulders and grinned at Ye Feng.

"Old Chan, this kid is awake!"

Su Xiaoli called out.

Dugu Chan walked over from behind Ye Feng with his hands behind his back, and Ye Fuyou's soul was floating beside him.

Ye Feng came to his senses and quickly took his fingers off the chessboard.

When he turned around, he saw the ghost of the master uncle and was shocked.

How did Master Uncle escape from his sea of ​​soul?

This is going to kill me!

Ye Fuyou said: "Boy, don't worry, the ancestor has long known that I am in your body."

"Ah? The old ancestor already knew this? Then in the eyes of the old ancestor, haven't I been just a ridiculous monkey these past few months?"

Dugu Chan said calmly, "Indeed."

Su Xiaoli leaned over and said, "Let's not talk about the dead anymore. Ye boy, your soul left your body. Where did it go?"

Ye Feng was startled and then remembered what had just happened.

"I...I seem to have entered a mysterious world."

"Nonsense! We all know your spirit has entered a secret world. Whose secret world is it? What good stuff did you get? Take it out and share it with everyone. It's not good to eat alone."

Ye Feng looked at his empty hands and shouted, "My pen! Where's my pen?"

"Pen? What pen?"

"A brush! I got a brush in the secret realm! It's over! I didn't bring my brush with me! This trip is in vain!" Ye Feng spread his hands with a regretful expression.

Su Xiaoli was dumbfounded and said, "You entered a secret world of an ancient immortal palace, didn't take anything good, and only chose a brush? And you haven't brought it out yet? Are you doing the "Zhuazhou" for me?"

Ye Feng said with a frustrated look on his face, "There's nothing in that world except a brush! Oh, and there was also an external incarnation, but it disappeared with the collapse of the secret world! Damn it! How could I have lost my brush?"

Dugu Chan asked, "Just a brush? What kind of brush?"

"I don't know either. It has the words [Ding Shanhe] engraved on it. My ancestor, that brush is really powerful, just like the Ruyi Jingu Bang, it can be big or..."

Before Ye Feng finished speaking, he heard Su Xiaoli scream, "Ding Shanhe? You said that brush is Ding Shanhe?!"

Ye Feng said: "Yes."

"Yan Rijing?! Is the incarnation of Fangwai that you met called Yan Rijing?"

"Yes, Senior Xiaoli, how did you know?" Ye Feng's expression changed slightly.

Su Xiaoli's expression was so wonderful.

It seemed that she knew Yan Rijing and Ding Shanhe.

Dugu Chan asked, "Xiao Li, do you know Yan Rijing? Is he very powerful?"

Su Xiaoli gently shook her beautiful head and said, "I don't know him, but I heard my mother talk about him.

He was a Confucian monk during the Great Xia Dynasty more than 10,000 years ago. He was in the realm of Yunde and was once the Prince's Junior Tutor.

In terms of cultivation, ten Yan Rijing combined may not be able to block your sword. However, when this kid was in his sixties, he accidentally obtained the Dingshanhe Divine Brush, one of the four great divine pens of Confucianism, and then he and the Dingshanhe Divine Brush completely disappeared from this world.

I didn't expect this guy to hide here... No wonder the condition for entering the secret realm is to solve this Zhenlong chess game. My mother once said that Yan Rijing is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs... Using chess to choose the destined person is very consistent with his character."

Ye Feng murmured in his heart: "Actually, he is not that proficient..."

Dugu Chan seemed to have thought of something at this moment and said, "Setting the mountains and rivers, absorbing the sea and sky, suppressing ghosts and gods, and controlling the country. Are you talking about the four legendary Confucian magic pens?"

Su Xiaoli nodded silently and said, "It is said that ancient Confucianists practiced Taoism with ten sacred objects: a crown, two shoes, three inkstones, and four pens. Dingshanhe is one of the four pens.

The previous Dali Dynasty respected Buddhism and suppressed Confucianism, and destroyed the Confucian sage crown, the mountain and sea inkstone, and the living beings inkstone.

In the battle to hunt immortals, the only three surviving Confucian sages also participated in the war.

In that battle, all three great Confucian saints died, and the two magic pens, Nahaitian and Zhenguishen, were obtained by the immortals in heaven. Later, when heaven was defeated, the two magic pens were taken to heaven by the immortals when they retreated.

The divine brush of state is now in the imperial family, the second inkstone has been lost for thousands of years. The last of the three inkstones, the Renjie inkstone, is now in Honglu Academy.

I didn't expect that the Dingshanhe Divine Brush would fall into the hands of this kid... If this gets out, won't the Confucian scholars in the world go crazy?"

"Wait, I didn't bring the Dingshanhe Magic Brush with me! You can see I have nothing in my hands!"

Ye Feng quickly explained.

He finally understood.

Yan Rijing was not a very capable guy, but he had great luck in his career and fortune. Not only was he appointed as the Prince's Junior Tutor, he also obtained the Confucian treasure, the Magic Pen of Dingshanhe.

This guy was very smart. He knew that his ability was not enough to protect Dingshanhe, so he didn't even write a letter of resignation and ran away overnight.

I don’t know what method this guy used, but he hid in the underground world of Tianyun Mountains and found a cave with five-vein spiritual mines.

Then, in this desolate place, he hid the sacred Confucian artifact for more than 10,000 years.

What would happen if the world knew that the sacred Confucian artifact fell into his hands?

So Ye Feng quickly denied that he had obtained Dingshanhe.

But I dare not bring this trouble upon myself.

Unexpectedly, the master uncle who never paid the rent actually stabbed him in the back.

Ye Fuyou slowly spoke, "Since the secret world has collapsed and dissipated, you should have brought the Mountain and River Pen with you."

"Master! I've always treated you well! You can't say that! You just heard what Senior Xiaoli said. If those scholars knew about this, wouldn't they eat me alive? I'm warning you, we may be familiar with each other, but if you say anything nonsense again, I'll be angry!"

Ye Feng immediately defended himself, but his words seemed full of guilt.

Scholars are not afraid of their lives, and they also control the pen.

Even if I hide in Yunhai Sect for the rest of my life, those scholars will still write articles to scold me to death!

Unexpectedly, Dugu Chan nodded slowly and said, "Fuyou is right, Ye boy, you should have brought out the Mountain and River Pen, but you didn't know it. Give me your hand."

Ye Feng was stunned, his eyes rolling around.

After hesitating for a moment, he still extended his hand.

Dugu Chan held Ye Feng's hand in his wrinkled old hands.

The next moment, Ye Feng felt a strange power entering his body.

This power was extremely powerful, and it went straight to the top of his head along his meridians, and then entered the sea of ​​his soul.

Ye Feng thought to himself that something was wrong, but it was too late to retract his hand.

After a few breaths, Ye Feng felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he saw a soft light shooting out from his forehead.

The light enveloped the mountain and river pen.

Dugu Chan released Ye Feng's hand and said slowly, "The Mountain and River Pen was brought back by your spirit from the secret realm, so it stayed in your soul sea. I will help you get it out."

"Grandfather! Who told you to meddle? Can you put it back in?"

Ye Feng was speechless.

Of course he knew that the Divine Pen of Mountains and Rivers was in the Sea of ​​Souls, but he didn't want others to know.

As a result, this old man was very hateful. He used his great magical powers to pry open the two bridges of heaven and earth that guarded the Sea of ​​Souls, and took out the Mountain and River Pen hidden in the Sea of ​​Souls.

"Wow, this is the legendary Dingshanhe! If I get this magic pen, won't I be able to choose any Confucian scholar in the world? I can sleep with ten of them in one night!"

Su Xiaoli looked at the Mountain and River Pen floating in front of him with shining eyes, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

As a result, Ye Feng slapped her on the back of her hand.

Su Xiaoli was furious and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ye Feng grabbed the magic pen, held it in his arms, and shouted, "This is mine!"

"Aren't you afraid of being harassed by those Confucian scholars? I'm not afraid! Just give me the Mountain and River Brush! I'll take the risk for you!"

"What are you dreaming of, Senior Xiaoli? This is mine! I'm not giving it to you!"

"Oh, young man, don't be greedy. With your limited cultivation, you can't keep the Mountain and River Brush. Give it to me, and I will give my most beloved daughter to you as your wife or concubine. It's a deal!"

"No! No!"

"You're too greedy! My daughter is so beautiful, but you're still not satisfied? Well, I'll give you ten more brothels..."

"do not want!"

Ye Feng is not a fool.

The Shanhe Pen is so awesome, how could he give it to someone else?

No matter how Su Xiaoli threatened or tempted him, he always held the Mountain and River Brush tightly in his hand, as if he was willing to die under the brush and become a ghost.

Su Xiaoli tried her best to persuade Ye Feng, but Ye Feng just kept shaking his head. She said angrily, "Why are you so stubborn? Fine, fine, you won't give it to me, right? Let's see how you deal with the Confucian scholars in the world!"

"Stop it."

The big boss Dugu Chan finally spoke.

As the best in the world, he still has some cards to his name.

Su Xiaoli immediately wilted, pouted, and walked aside in frustration.

I really don't know why she has lived for thousands of years and still tries to act cute like a human girl?

But this old woman pretends to be innocent, and there is no sense of incongruity. Instead, she looks very cute. Isn’t that infuriating?