Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng actually also wanted to watch the battle between the group of Guiyuan Realm masters after the 360th in the afternoon.

But he wanted to understand more why the word "ding" he wrote with the Mountain and River Brush couldn't even hold a tiny pangolin in place.

He knew that the millions of books in the Yunhai Sect's library cave could give him the answer.

But he had to find the answer himself.

Soon Ye Feng arrived at the edge of the square, then summoned the Eight Desolate Immortal Sword and flew towards the book cave on the mountainside.

Soon, Ye Feng landed on the cliff platform outside the book cave.

Just like the last time I came here, it was very deserted and there was not a single disciple.

Ye Feng walked into the book cave, first took out the books he had finished reading, placed them on the table at the entrance of the cave, and then began to study the map of the book cave.

Today he mainly wanted to read the Confucian classics on spiritual cultivation.

Although the books here certainly do not contain specific cultivation methods, they definitely contain the principles and introductions for the activation and application of Confucian true methods.

It took Ye Feng half an hour to find several ancient books on Confucian and Taoist cultivation in a book box on a bookshelf.

He took the books and came to the stone table for his disciples to read.

Suddenly, Ye Feng saw a slim girl in flowing white clothes sitting there reading quietly.

Ye Feng looked around, then came over and said, "Shuang'er, didn't you say you were going to fight with those senior brothers and sisters in the square this afternoon? Why are you here?"

Yun Shuang'er glanced at him and said, "Do I need to ask for your opinion on where I should go?"

Ye Feng was frustrated and sat down next to Yun Shuang'er with a dry laugh.

He knew that Yun Shuang'er was in a bad mood today, and thought that it was probably because of her period, so he didn't bother to provoke this tigress who could explode at any time.

He took Sanzhier off his shoulder and began to read the ancient books.

Sanzhier squatted on his hind legs, blinking his eyes and looking at Yunshuanger curiously.

Perhaps because he had followed Ye Feng for a long time, he had also learned some of Ye Feng's habitual little movements.

Sanzhier stretched out his little paws and scratched the fur on his head, his expression seeming a little confused.

Yun Shuang'er saw San Zhi'er staring at her with an anthropomorphic look on his face, so she reached out to touch the little green-haired beast.

Unexpectedly, Sanzhier climbed onto Ye Feng's shoulder again like lightning, squeaking at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was furious and cursed, "Sanzhier, this is a library! We need to keep quiet! What the hell are you yelling about?"

Ye Feng threw Sanzhier on the stone table again, thinking that the little glutton was hungry again, so he took out some dried meat snacks from the black silk bracelet and threw them to it, telling it to grind its teeth aside and not disturb him while reading.

Yun Shuang'er frowned slightly and couldn't help but look at San Zhi'er a few more times.

Now that Sanzhier had food, he stopped barking, pulled the oil paper bag of dried meat aside, and started to eat it with a smacking sound.

Yun Shuang'er read for a while, closed the book in her hand, picked up a book that Ye Feng had found beside her and started reading it.

They turned out to be some records from Confucian classics.

This made Yun Shuang'er very curious, and she asked, "Why are you studying the Confucian cultivation method?"

Ye Feng said casually: "I have been interested in Confucianism recently. I want to study how to activate the Confucian magical powers that have been lost for many years."

Yun Shuang'er said slowly: "The Confucian magical powers are similar to the Buddhist magical powers when they are activated."

Ye Feng was startled, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "The ghost path cultivates the soul, the demon path cultivates the body, the Taoist cultivates the body, the Buddhist path cultivates the mind, and the Confucian path cultivates the mind and cultivates the nature. The cultivation methods of Buddhism and Confucianism are actually similar. In addition to personal cultivation, there are also incense and luck."

Ye Feng put down the book, looked at Yun Shuang'er in surprise, and said, "Shuang'er, you actually know all this?!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Yun Shuang'er's cold eyes.

She said, "I know a thing or two."

Ye Feng immediately became interested and moved closer to Yun Shuang'er, with their arms touching.

This made Yun Shuang'er frown slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Ye Feng said: "Shuang'er, since you understand the Confucian cultivation method, do you know how to perform these Confucian magical spells?"

"How did you perform the spell? What do you want to know?"

"Let me give you an analogy. For example, there's a Confucian instrument, like a brush. Someone used this brush to write the word 'ding' (fixation), and it would make people freeze in place, like a talisman.

But some people have also used this brush to write the same word "ding", but nothing can be fixed. What do you think is the mistake in the procedure?"

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng and said, "The problem should be in your state of mind."

"State of mind? Shuang'er, tell me in detail."

"All Confucian magical powers are based on the state of mind, supplemented by righteousness and luck.

Even if the brush is filled with surging noble energy, if it is not driven by the state of mind, the words written will be ordinary.

As long as you integrate your state of mind into the text during the writing process, then your great power can be transformed into supernatural powers."

"Shuang'er, can you be more specific? I seem to understand, but it also seems like I didn't understand a single word."

"It's actually not difficult to understand. For example, when you write the word 'ding' that you mentioned, you must think in your mind that this word can imprison all things, and you must firmly believe that it can really imprison all things.

In this way, your state of mind can be integrated into the words, allowing the words to exert their powerful and mysterious power.

This is similar to the talisman-making process of our Yunhai Sect, where the spiritual power is sealed between the lines.

The difference is that Taoist talismans rely on the power of the soul to write, while Confucian magic relies on the power of the mind."

There was light in Ye Feng's eyes.

He murmured in his heart: "So this is where the problem lies."

He stood up and said happily, "Shuang'er, you are so smart. I finally understand what the problem is! Are you hungry?"

Yun Shuang'er was startled and asked, "What? Are you hungry?"

"Didn't you say the fish porridge we made a couple of days ago wasn't tasty? I promised you I'd take the time to make you a pot of fish porridge. It's still early today, let's go to the back mountain..."

When Yun Shuang'er was confused, Ye Feng held her hand.

"Don't just stand there, go, go... Sanzhier, let's go!"

Yun Shuang'er looked at her hand being held by Ye Feng, and her face instantly turned bright red.

Soon, the two of them flew to the waterfall in the back mountain.

Ye Feng asked Sanzhier to catch a fat fish from the cold pond.

Sanzhier was particularly concerned about food and dived into the cold pond.

Ye Feng asked Yun Shuang'er to sit on the rock and rest for a while, and then he would perform a magic trick for her.

Soon, Sanzhier emerged from the cold pond with a white fish that was much larger than its body in its mouth, and dragged the big fish to Ye Feng's feet.

Ye Feng did not deal with the big white fish. Looking at the big white fish jumping around at his feet, he took out the Dingshanhe Magic Pen from the black silk bracelet.

Under Yun Shuang'er's curious and puzzled gaze, Ye Feng took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a soft white halo appeared on the big brush in Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng had a calm expression. He slowly raised the brush and wrote in the air in front of him.

Yun Shuang'er thought this kid was crazy.

But the next moment, Yun Shuang'er's expression froze.

A word "Ding" emitting a soft white light appeared in front of Ye Feng.

Yun Shuang'er's eyes fixed and she slowly stood up.

He looked at the word "Ding" that was frozen in front of Ye Feng with a look of shock.

"Haoran Qi?"

She murmured to herself in her heart.

Ye Feng exhaled a breath and placed the tip of his pen on the word "ding".

The word "Ding" whizzed down and directly covered the fat white fish under his feet.

The word "ding" disappeared, and the big white fish, which was originally lively and jumping around, suddenly became motionless, still maintaining the posture of twisting its body.

"It's done! It's done!"

Ye Feng screamed excitedly, hugged the Shanhe Pen and chewed and kissed it.

I don’t know if it was intentional or because he was too excited, but he gave Yun Shuang’er a hug.

Just as he was about to give Yun Shuang'er another passionate kiss, Yun Shuang'er kicked him away.

Ye Feng laughed dryly, "I was too excited and couldn't control my emotions! Shuang'er, thank you for your guidance in the book cave, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to practice this magical power!"

Yun Shuang'er frowned and said, "Writing like a god? How do you understand the Confucian concept of writing like a god?"

"As expected of my Shuang'er! You even know how to write like a god?!"

"Your pen..."

"This pen of mine seems to be some ancient Confucian magic weapon. It was given to me by an old senior in the ancestral hall a few days ago. You know, that old senior was very kind to me. He taught me the Red Sun Heart Thunder Art. Of course, he was also very kind to you. When we were drinking together on Mid-Autumn Festival night, he also taught you the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art."

Ye Feng treated Yun Shuang'er as a good friend and only concealed the origin of the brush from her, but did not hide the magical power of his brush.

Yun Shuang'er's eyes flickered and she looked at Ye Feng with a complicated expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

This kid actually possesses a Confucian magic weapon.

Confucianism was once extremely glorious in the world, but unfortunately, its development needed to absorb the luck of the dynasty, so it declined.

The writing brush is the most common magical instrument in Confucianism. Almost every Confucian monk has a writing brush in his hand to write talismans.

Yun Shuang'er didn't doubt whether Ye Feng's brush was of great origin, and just thought it was an ordinary Confucian magic weapon.

Seeing Yun Shuang'er not saying anything, Ye Feng started to act up again.

I looked around and saw a large rock.

He rolled his eyes a few times, then picked up the brush and slowly wrote a broken character.

While writing, he kept repeating to himself that his words had magical power that would definitely break the stone.

After finishing writing the fragmented words, he tapped them again with the tip of the Shanhe pen.

Fragments of words whistled upwards...

Bang!

With a loud bang, the stone that had been washed by the river for countless years, was more than half a person's height and weighed thousands of pounds, shattered into pieces.

"I knew it! I knew it would be like this! Hahaha!"

Seeing the stone explode instantly, Ye Feng felt very proud.

The reason why he was able to activate the Magical Pen of Mountains and Rivers was entirely because he had signed a blood contract with the Pen.

As the supreme sacred object of Confucianism, the Mountain and River Pen itself contains enormous power and luck.

The Mountain and River Pen was once a magic weapon used by Confucian saints of all generations, and these Confucian saints continued to imbue the magic pen with the power of righteousness and destiny.

As the owner of the Mountain and River Pen, Ye Feng can mobilize the power of the magic pen.

Unlike Su Xiaoli, he is unable to activate the great power in the Mountain and River Pen, and can only activate it through his own great power.

Yun Shuang'er came over and said, "Your brush is quite powerful."

"Of course, this is a Confucian magic weapon, so it's naturally very powerful!"

"Hmph, if Confucianism was really powerful, it wouldn't have declined to this point." A hint of disdain appeared on Yun Shuang'er's beautiful face.

Ye Feng curled his lips. Anyway, he thought this pen was very powerful.

Soon, Ye Feng thought of another thing and said, "Shuang'er, do you think it would cause trouble if I took out this pen in the arena?"

Yun Shuang'er was a little surprised and asked, "What kind of trouble could it be?"

Ye Feng said: "Our Yunhai Sect is a Taoist sect, and this is a Confucian magic weapon. Isn't it taboo to steal the true methods of other sects?"

"Did you learn this secretly?"

"Of course not. I, Ye Feng, am now known as the Ye Shixian, a man of profound knowledge and profound poetry! I gained this righteous spirit through the vast ocean of literature and learning! I also obtained this pen in a fair and honest manner!"

"Then what are you worried about? If it were the true magic power of other sects, there might be trouble, but Confucian skills will not cause trouble within the sect."

"Really?" Ye Feng was skeptical.

Suddenly, the big white fish that was fixed started jumping again.

It can be seen that Ye Feng's writing, which is like a magic, has a time limit.

After about seven or eight minutes, the big white fish regained its freedom.

Ye Feng picked up the big white fish, stuffed it into his black silk bracelet, and said, "Shuang'er, let's go to the bamboo forest. It's a good opportunity for me to ask the old senior for advice."

Yun Shuang'er asked, "Didn't you say you would make fish porridge for me?"

"You can't be so stingy. If there's fish porridge, of course we have to give a bowl to the old man. Sanzhier, let's go!"

Yun Shuang'er didn't say anything else, and followed Ye Feng in the air to fly west.

Soon it landed in front of the bamboo building where Ye Feng had been living in seclusion for three months.

Nothing has changed here since before. Old Senior Dugu Chan occasionally cleans up the fallen leaves around the bamboo building. Even the bamboo lounge chair is very clean. It looks like the bamboo building has always been inhabited.

Ye Feng opened his arms, took a deep breath, and said, "Comfortable! So comfortable! It feels like I'm back home! Sanzhier, go to the ancestral hall to see if the old elder is there. I'll light the fire and cook the porridge..."

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