Evil Master and Disciple

When Ye Feng saw that the Dingshanhe Divine Pen did react to blood, he knew that his idea was correct. This thing was indeed a blood-refined magic weapon.

It makes sense. After all, it is a sacred object of Confucianism and a top-level magic weapon belonging to the Confucian lineage. How could it be an ordinary magic weapon?

What made Ye Feng depressed was that his two drops of blood obviously did not feed the magic pen.

"For a DNA test, a single drop of blood is enough. This brush is a bit greedy."

In order to get this magic pen, Ye Feng had no choice but to continue cutting his fingers with a knife.

Drops of bright red blood dripped onto the pen holder of the Mountain and River Pen.

The two drops of blood in front seemed to have activated the Mountain and River Pen. This time, there was no waiting. The magic pen quickly swallowed the blood like a sponge.

But it was like a glutton that could never be satisfied. Even after dripping more than ten drops, the magic pen continued to absorb.

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. How could this money not be enough to fill his stomach?

Are you going to suck all my blood?

The situation is very embarrassing now. Just give up. So much energy has been consumed.

Keep feeding it with blood, God knows how much blood is needed to feed this pen.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

You can't collapse on the eve of bottoming out and rebounding.

He just didn't believe that this magic pen could be as shameless as cancer and never rebound.

After a few more drops of blood dripped, the speed at which the magic pen absorbed the blood became noticeably slower than before.

This allowed Ye Feng to see the dawn of victory.

After a while, the magic pen completely stopped absorbing Ye Feng's blood.

At this time, this force had already collected more than fifty drops of blood.

Hard work pays off. When the magic pen stopped absorbing, the magic pen that was originally placed on the stone suddenly shook.

The wind started to blow around without any warning.

A sudden storm came out of nowhere.

Ye Feng felt that this did not seem to be a good omen.

He quickly took a few steps back, staring at the mountain and river pen on the stone.

The first thing to change at this moment was the black pen tip.

The pen tip, which was originally as black as ink, turned blood red, and each hair looked like a red thorn.

Soon, the red color quickly spread toward the pen.

The pen barrel is still white, but the ancient and weathered lines engraved on it are rapidly turning red, as if they have turned into blood vessels.

Then the Mountain and River Pen seemed to come alive, slowly rising into the air and hanging in the air.

Strands of red light emanated from the patterns, forming a dark red light curtain around the Mountain and River Pen.

This red curtain is like a piece of red cloth hanging in the air, condensed but not dispersed, very mysterious.

In Ye Feng's astonished eyes, the magic pen actually began to tremble in the red light curtain.

No, not jitter.

It's writing!

After Ye Feng inherited the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, the Purple Blue Sword once wrote words on the wall, allowing Ye Feng to know the name of the sword.

The brush in front of me is also writing at this moment.

Every stroke and every painting is condensed into shape, lingering for a long time, and emitting a faint soft white light.

"Heaven's movement is vigorous; the gentleman strives for self-improvement. Earth's condition is gentle; the gentleman carries all things with virtue..."

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the words condensed in front of him.

He naturally knew this sentence, which came from the "Book of Changes" and was a classic expression of Confucianism.

Just when Ye Feng was wondering why the Shanhe Pen wrote these words, the Shanhe Pen did not stop.

Words began to appear in front of Ye Feng one by one.

"Understand the truth and know the practice, study encyclopedias, comprehend knowledge, and cultivate a noble spirit.

The virile Qi is immense and unyielding. It relies neither on form nor force. To ignite the virile Qi, to absorb and channel its power, to mistake consciousness for awareness, is not truly true awareness. To mistake understanding for enlightenment, is not truly true enlightenment. Enlightenment comes from the heart, born from the spirit. It is not mediated by the Dantian meridians, but is absorbed into the Qi points of the bone marrow.

With the power of pure Yang and the softness of the Zhongqi point, the righteousness of the heart is called Haoran. If the heart is clear of guilt, the Haoran will also be strong. Those who can benefit the world with their energy and fortune are called sages.

Those who study sages and wise men want to calm their hearts. The heart is originally empty and responds to things without leaving any trace. The mystery of principles is to forget about all things and be in a state of tranquility and enlightenment.

Still yet constantly creating, creating yet constantly still, original awareness illuminates, vital energy naturally solidifies, great aura naturally flourishes, and luck naturally flows. Those who enter into right concentration will naturally see their hearts blossom. Transforming consciousness into wisdom, this is the true nature of the Tao.

The achievement of creating the Tao is to gain enlightenment, to concentrate one's thoughts and spirit, and to think of the Tao as the truth. The true power is not the original power, the original power is not the primordial power, and the primordial power is not the Haoran power.

A gentleman asks the way of heaven, and the fruits of the good fortune that comes from it. He comprehends the great spirit with his heart, and takes the good fortune of all living things and adds it to his own body..."

Ye Feng stared blankly at the increasing amount of text in front of him.

He looked confused.

"What the hell is this? What the hell is this? Aside from the first line, 'Heaven moves with vigor, and the gentleman strives for self-improvement'... I can't understand a single word of what comes after that. Is this the mantra for Confucian cultivation?"

Mr. Ye, who claimed to be a great scholar of the time, finally discovered that he was illiterate.

If I am not mistaken, the text that appears before my eyes is the Confucian cultivation book that has been lost for many years.

But...how to practice?

The "Cloud Sea Art", "Red Sun Heart Thunder Art" and "Hundred Refinements of the Soul" that Ye Feng practiced all had clear cultivation methods.

How to gather luck, how to expand luck, how to absorb spiritual power, how to infiltrate the soul, which meridian and acupoint the spiritual power should pass through... The first part is relatively detailed, but the formulas for practicing the exercises in the latter part are more mysterious.

Ye Feng could understand the Yunhai Sect's cultivation method, and he practiced according to it, and his cultivation level improved day by day.

But from the text in front of him, Ye Feng understood the following sentence: "Heaven moves forward vigorously, while the earth is in a stable state."

Ye Feng recognized every word at the end, but when they were put together, he didn't understand a single word.

But he could see that this text was about how to cultivate the righteous spirit, how to absorb and devour the luck of all living beings...

"Can't you just write it in vernacular Chinese? Do I need a translator for something so shameful?"

Ye Feng was speechless and helpless.

After cursing a few times, Ye Feng immediately took out a pen and paper from the black silk bracelet and began to copy the words in front of him.

He knew that he couldn't understand these words only because of his limited cultural background.

It is better to copy it down quickly and practice it slowly in the future. Or, when you have time after going down the mountain, find a great Confucian scholar or a failed candidate to help you interpret and translate it.

The whole article has more than 3,000 words, and Ye Feng spent half an hour copying it.

As soon as the copying was completed, the light curtain dissipated, and the words condensed in the air slowly turned into white smoke.

The Mountain and River Pen slowly flew in front of Ye Feng and circled around him several times, as if the spirit of the pen was looking at its new owner.

It is different from the process of Zi Dian Qing Shuang recognizing their master.

At that time, Zi Dian Qing Shuang almost took Ye Feng's life, but he survived and gained the recognition of the magic sword.

The process of inheriting the Mountain and River Brush was very uneventful and not dangerous at all. The spirit in the magic brush did not torment Ye Feng like the sword spirit in Ziqing.

Oh no, the Shanhe Pen is also tormenting Ye Feng.

Ye Feng copied thousands of words and his wrists were almost broken.

Ye Feng looked at the Mountain and River Pen floating in front of him.

The Shanhe Pen returned to its previous appearance, the pen tip turned black, and the blood-colored lines on the pen shaft disappeared.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and grasped the pen.

The moment he touched it, Ye Feng only felt a strong and surging force entering his body.

The power was warm and very comfortable, just like bathing in a hot spring.

Although Ye Feng had never taken a hot spring bath, he now stubbornly believed that this was what it felt like to take a hot spring bath.

Warm, comfortable and cozy.

Ye Feng looked at the big brush in his hand in surprise. His mind moved slightly, and strands of soft white light emanated from the brush, like smart tentacles, slowly spreading along his palm towards his arm.

At this moment, Ye Feng had a feeling that he had become a saint who had no desires, was selfless, and put the world first.

He is no longer the bully who bullies others and does evil all day long.

"This... this is the righteous spirit?"

Ye Feng was greatly shocked.

He wanted to try out how powerful the brush was and whether he could control it.

So Ye Feng wrote the word "Ding" in the air.

A magical scene happened. A white word "Ding" appeared in front of him. It was almost the same scene as the last time when Su Xiaoli used the Mountain and River Pen to activate the [Writing Like God].

But now he was the only one by the cold pond, and had no way to try out whether the word "ding" he wrote could freeze a person.

Just when I was feeling depressed, I turned around and saw a pangolin drinking water by the stream north of the cold pond.

One man and one armor looked at each other.

A lewd smirk appeared on the human's lips.

The pangolin's little eyes rolled around a few times, as if it realized that something was wrong.

The pangolin turned and ran.

The wretched human boy touched the word "Ding" in front of him with his brush.

call!

The "Ding" character flew across the wind and hit the fleeing pangolin in a blink of an eye.

The pangolin shook its body and then quickly dived into the grass.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "Why is it different from what I thought?"

Now the problem arises.

After Ye Feng signed a blood contract with the Shanhe Pen, he could use the Shanhe Pen to write in the air, but it seemed to have no attack power.

It can't even hold a pangolin.

"There must be some secret behind this divinely inspired technique. I'll have to ask Senior Xiao Li for advice."

This place is not far from Lingyao Valley. Ye Feng originally wanted to go there now, but after looking at the sky, he decided not to go.

It was almost dark. If a handsome young man like me with delicate skin and tender flesh went to look for Su Xiaoli in the dark, he would most likely be eaten alive by that old vixen who loved to sleep with men.

Ye Feng still wanted to develop the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art further, but he didn't want the Yang Thunder to turn into Yin Thunder now.

Ye Feng put away the Mountain and River Pen and flew towards the mountain in front on his sword.

When I returned to Fenglingju, Master, Ling'er, and Miss Xiaoman had not returned yet.

The drunk badger that I left in the corner of the yard when I left in the morning is now nowhere to be found.

But judging from the noises coming from the kitchen, this little guy must be making a mess in the kitchen.

Ye Feng walked to the kitchen door and looked inside. He saw that the kitchen had been messed up by San Zhier like a ruin after a nuclear war, with plates spilled all over the floor.

Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately jumped out, pointed at Sanzhier and laughed, "Sanzhier, you're done, you're dead! Just wait and see how Ling'er will deal with you when she comes back!"

Sanzhier, who was full and satisfied, did not realize that he had caused a big trouble. He squeaked at Ye Feng, as if he wanted Ye Feng to eat with him.

Ye Feng ignored it and didn't clean up the mess.

He went straight back to the house, lit a candle, took out a few books about the world of cultivation in the human world that Yun Shuang'er had chosen for him the day before yesterday from his black silk bracelet, and started reading.

I read seven or eight books in one go, and it was almost the second update when Ling'er and Xiaoman came back.

Ye Feng could hear the two girls talking in the room.

Then, Huang Ling'er screamed, "Sanzhi'er! Look at what you've done to the kitchen! Xiaoman, block it! Don't let it escape!"

"Squeak..."

Three squeaks of sharp cry were heard.

Ye Feng pretended not to hear and changed his posture to continue reading.

He looks like he is oblivious to the world outside and is focused on reading the books of sages.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and Huang Ling'er rushed into Ye Feng's room dragging the dirty Sanzhi'er.

She said angrily, "Brother, can't you take good care of Sanzhier? He destroyed the kitchen!"

Ye Feng shook the book in his hand and said, "I, your senior brother, am a scholar now. How can I care about this green-haired rabbit? Ling'er, why did you come back so late? How was the competition today?"

Huang Ling'er threw Sanzhier aside with disgust.

After hearing Ye Feng's words, she suddenly became excited and said, "Brother, you didn't go to the square today, so you don't know... The competition among those elite disciples is so intense! It's completely different from the competition among the young disciples!"

Ye Feng put down the book and said, "Those two guys, Dugu Changkong and Fu Jinghong, didn't participate. How powerful can they be? Isn't it just a battle between the Guiyuan Realm and a few Shenji Realm disciples? I think that's all."

"No, no, no, Senior Brother, that's not the case at all. You didn't see it. Senior Sister An Nian used the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, and with one strike, she actually broke through the barrier formation surrounding the arena, injuring dozens of onlookers."

"Senior Sister Jin He's Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin is simply terrifying!"

"There is also a senior brother named Tu Qianchi, who uses his two swords to activate the Tiangang Sword Formation..."

Ye Feng was stunned when he saw Huang Ling'er talking excitedly about the battle between elite disciples in the square today.

He felt like he had missed something huge!

"Tian Gang Sword Technique? Wan Jian Gui Zong? Zhan Tian Sword Technique? Damn! I haven't been there for just one day, and these guys actually displayed so many Yun Hai Sect's unique skills!

"Weren't they saying the elite disciples' fights were just a show? Why are they all acting like they've taken Viagra?"

Ye Feng now regretted not going to the square today.

But it doesn’t matter, these elite disciples will have a competition the day after tomorrow!