Evil Master and Disciple

After Ye Feng cleaned up the mess outside the bamboo building, he gathered the remaining fish porridge and barbecue together and threw them all to San Zhier.

Then he walked alone, humming a cheerful little tune, and walked towards the ancestral hall in the south with the steady steps of his childhood.

Two large pale lanterns hung at the entrance of the ancestral hall swayed in the wind in the dark night, and a tall bronze tripod also stood in front of the entrance.

From a distance, the giant tripod looks like a vicious beast crawling in the darkness, and the two large lanterns are the beast's eyes emitting pale light, giving people a very eerie and creepy feeling.

Ye Feng came to the entrance of the ancestral hall, hid behind one of the legs of the huge bronze tripod, and stretched his head to look inside the hall.

It's been dark for a long time. What if the ancestor is doing something with a female ghost in heaven? How embarrassing would it be if I barged in rashly?

The old man didn't want to teach me the Three Swords Styles of God-Slaying. If I really saw the scene of him plowing the fields with an old ox, I would never be able to learn the old man's unique skills in this lifetime.

He hid behind the huge bronze tripod and looked for a while, but he didn't see anything unusual inside, nor did he hear the obscene sound like a cat's meow that he had imagined.

When Ye Feng was wondering if the female ghost could not "scream on the kang", the hoarse voice of the ancestor came from the ancestral hall.

"What are you doing sneaking around the door, you little brat? Get in here."

After hearing the voice of the ancestor, Ye Feng walked into the ancestral hall with peace of mind.

In the ancestral hall, only the old ancestor was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, and the female ghost Mo Zhu from heaven was nowhere to be seen.

He looked around and said, "I didn't do anything. I just came to see if your family had finished eating the fish porridge. I took the dishes back and washed them."

"What are you looking for?"

"No... I didn't find anything."

Ye Feng stopped looking immediately.

I saw an empty bowl on the altar.

He asked curiously, "Grandfather, where is the other bowl?"

Dugu Chan said, "Take this one back first."

Ye Feng was slightly startled, thinking that Miss Mozhu had eaten another bowl of fish porridge.

On second thought, I felt something was wrong.

Mozhu is a female ghost in the spiritual painting. She only feeds on the essence and blood of her master. I have never heard that a female ghost can eat.

Ye Feng casually put the dishes and chopsticks on the altar into the black silk bracelet, and then began to look around with a suspicious look.

Since it wasn't eaten by the female ghost Mozhu, there must be another person in that big sword room.

"You brat, what do you want to do?"

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Grandfather, don't you have a beautiful mistress hidden in your golden house?"

Dugu Chan was speechless. He pointed at the gate of the ancestral hall and made an unfriendly gesture to get out.

Ye Feng naturally would not leave easily. He came here tonight just to consult the ancestor and let the ancestor take the blame.

He skillfully pulled out a somewhat worn cushion from under the altar and sat down in front of Dugu Chan.

"Grandfather, please don't rush to send me away. It's been a while since we sat down and had a good chat. I live in the front mountain now and don't come here often. I'll just chat with you."

"How could you be so filial? You're not still thinking about the Three Swords of God Slaying, are you?"

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "I do have filial piety, and I also want to know the Three Swords of God Slaying, but I also know that the ancestor will not teach me the Three Swords of God Slaying easily.

I have no other intention today, I just want to chat with you, old man."

If it was an ignorant girl with little experience, she might have been deceived by Ye Feng's sincere and confused expression.

Dugu Chan has lived for thousands of years. What kind of monsters and demons has he not seen?

How could Ye Feng's little thoughts be hidden from his sharp eyes?

Dugu Chan said, "You little brat, just say what you want to say. I'm just old, not stupid."

Ye Feng laughed and said, "The old ancestor is a scholar of heaven, his achievements are comparable to those of nature, and his vision is as sharp as a torch... I admire you so much."

"Stop flattering me and talk about your own business."

"I don't really have anything important to do. I just went back to study the Mountain and River Pen these few days and made some progress. However, I know the rules of the human world of cultivation and the importance of this Mountain and River Pen to Confucian cultivators.

But my current cultivation is too weak to protect myself..."

Dugu Chan looked at Ye Feng and asked in surprise, "Can you activate the Mountain and River Pen?"

That day in the cave, Dugu Chan also tried to activate the Mountain and River Pen, but the Mountain and River Pen did not respond.

Su Xiaoli was able to activate it because she had slept with many scholars over the years.

During intercourse, Su Xiaoli not only absorbs the man's yang energy, but also absorbs the great energy in the scholar's body.

Dugu Chan didn't expect that in just a few days, Ye Feng could actually activate the Mountain and River Pen, which surprised the old man.

"Yes, it turns out that this Mountain and River Pen, like the Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, is also a blood-refined magic weapon. In order to complete the blood contract and recognize the master, it almost sucked all the blood out of my body!"

"Oh I got it."

Dugu Chan understood.

Dugu Chan was able to activate the Purple Lightning and Green Frost, a blood-refined divine weapon, because he possessed the powerful Red Sun Heart Thunder Art, and the power of thunder and lightning could activate the spiritual power of the Purple Lightning and Green Frost.

But he did not have the great righteousness, so he could not forcibly activate the Mountain and River Pen.

Dugu Chan said, "You can activate the Mountain and River Brush and want to practice Confucian magic, but you know that there might be trouble later. So you want me to help you cover it up and say that I gave you this brush and let me take the blame for you."

"Old Ancestor is worthy of being called an Old Ancestor. Before I even get to the point, you've already seen through my thoughts. My admiration for you is like the surging river, endless..."

Ye Feng took the opportunity to flatter Dugu Chan again.

Dugu Chan said, "In consideration of the fish porridge you sent me tonight, I'm willing to help you with this."

"Really? That's great! When I have time, I'll come over and make you something delicious. Since you don't have a true disciple, I'll take care of you in your old age."

Ye Feng didn't expect Dugu Chan to agree to his request so readily. He thought that the old man would take the opportunity to take advantage of him, or at least hint at something. But in the end, the old man didn't want anything.

Dugu Chan shook his head slightly and said, "Boy, although the Confucian method of cultivation has some unique features, the requirements are extremely strict, especially in the middle and late stages, when it requires the luck of all living beings in the world as a foundation.

You can treat Confucian magic as a hobby and just do it for fun, but don't spend too much time on the true Confucian methods.

In the final analysis, the eliminated skills and magical powers all have great drawbacks. Our Yunhai Sect is the orthodox Taoist school, and the swordsmanship we practice is unparalleled in the world. Your future main focus should still be on swordsmanship.

Besides, Confucianism cultivates luck, and those with great luck are unlikely to live long. I doubt you would want to die before you reach 100."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "The teachings of our ancestors are engraved in my mind. Speaking of the true Confucian method, ancestor, when I was acknowledging my master with the Mountain and River Pen through blood, a piece of text appeared. It seemed to be the Confucian cultivation method, but I don't understand it. Can you help me take a look?"

"Oh, the Confucian cultivation method in the Mountain and River Pen?"

Although he, the world's number one master, was quite disdainful of Confucian cultivation techniques, he knew that the ancient Confucian cultivation methods still had some unique features.

The Dingshanhe Divine Pen is a sacred Confucian artifact that has been lost for thousands of years. The Confucian cultivation method contained in it should be the most advanced cultivation method of the Confucian lineage.

This made even the Sword God Senior curious.

He had already reached the state of seeing through the world, seeing through reincarnation, jumping out of the Three Realms, and not being bound by the Five Elements.

He thought he had glimpsed the mysteries of heaven, but Confucianism had been in decline for too long, so he didn't understand much about it, so he immediately became interested.

Ye Feng took out the copied Confucian philosophy from the black silk bracelet.

There are a full forty or fifty pages.

Dugu Chan took it and watched it silently.

An expression of surprise and doubt gradually appeared on his wrinkled and withered old face. It was obvious that the Confucian philosophy, which he had always looked down upon, did bring him some surprises.

Just as Dugu Chan was watching, the female ghost Mozhu walked out from inside the ancestral hall.

When she saw Ye Feng, she rolled her eyes at Ye Feng, the bad man who wanted to sleep with her.

Then he stood behind Dugu Chan and looked at the words on the paper.

About half an incense stick of time later, Dugu Chan slowly put down the stack of papers in his hand.

He nodded slowly and said, "Confucianism is indeed a unique school of cultivation. It is different from the cultivation methods of Taoism, Demonism, Witchcraft, Ghost, and Demon. It seems to be somewhat similar to the Buddhist cultivation system, which focuses on cultivating the mind.

I pride myself on having glimpsed the great principles of the universe, but upon first reading this text, I was also baffled.”

Fairy Mozhu said, "The early stages of Confucian cultivation are in harmony with literature and learning, and the later stages are combined with luck. This mental method should be the supreme classic of Confucian cultivation in the world, 'Record of Heavenly Luck and Great Qi'. The first half of the volume records the method of cultivating great and righteous energy, and the second half records the method of devouring luck."

Ye Feng and Dugu Chan turned to look at Mo Zhu at the same time.

This female ghost looks just like a real person except that her face is a little pale, giving people the feeling of malnutrition.

It was completely different from the wandering ghosts Ye Feng had seen in the cemetery.

The female ghost in the spiritual painting seems to be flesh and blood, and can be used!

Ye Feng asked curiously, "Mozhu ghost girl, you actually understand Confucianism?"

Fairy Mozhu said calmly, "Confucianism and Taoism are prevalent in the Heaven Realm, and there are many Confucian practitioners. I am also a well-read person, so I can naturally understand the Confucian mental formulas."

Ye Feng scratched his head, then shook the black silk bracelet on his wrist and said, "You do have quite a few books in your storage bracelet, but they are all about flowers and plants, vocal music notation, and a few erotic books. I don't see any of the Confucian Four Books and Five Classics."

Mo Zhu's expression froze.

Fortunately, she is a female ghost now, otherwise her face would definitely be redder than a monkey's butt.

"You little bastard, who told you to rummage through my things?"

"Now that this bracelet is mine, I naturally have to study it! That erotic book is really good, especially the Eighteen Styles of the Mysterious Woman..."

"Stop talking! I'll kill you!"

Although Mo Zhu is a female ghost, she is not a powerless ghost.

The cold air instantly burst out from Mo Zhu's body.

The beautiful and delicate cheeks became twisted and hideous, and the originally resentful eyes turned blood red.

If Ye Feng said another word, she would strangle him to death.

Ye Feng was also a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When he saw the Mozhu female ghost was about to lose her temper, he immediately backed down.

He laughed dryly, "Is it okay if I don't say anything?"

At the same time, I was secretly complaining in my heart, if one day you fall into my hands, how can I control you!

"Stop making trouble."

Dugu Chan spoke lightly.

Since the boss had spoken, Miss Mozhu naturally didn't dare to act presumptuously.

Most of the coldness in his body dissipated immediately.

Dugu Chan continued, "Miss Mozhu, how do you think the second half of this volume devours the luck of all living beings?"

Mo Zhu glared at Ye Feng, then slowly spoke, "Yes, it records two methods of devouring luck, one is the luck of all living beings, and the other is the luck of the dynasty."

"Is there any difference between the two?" Ye Feng asked immediately.

He wanted to live a long life, so he didn't plan to practice Confucian magic and didn't want to be blessed with good luck.

However, this Shanhe pen has many uses.

This thing is like a battery.

The righteousness and power of luck in the Mountain and River Pen will eventually run out.

I have to add some luck and righteousness to the Mountain and River Pen from time to time.

In this way, he can not only live a long life, but also use the Mountain and River Pen to activate the mysterious Confucian magic.

perfect!

Mo Zhu was still angry that Ye Feng was looking through her storage bracelet, so she held her head high and said nothing.

Dugu Chan naturally wanted to help Ye Feng.

Then he said, "Miss Mozhu, please explain it to this boy. Of course, I also want to understand how this Confucianism devours and absorbs luck."

Mo Zhu could ignore Ye Feng, but Dugu Chan was now feeding her with his essence and blood, and he was her baby, so naturally she didn't dare to disobey.

He then said, "The luck of all living beings is condensed by the faith of all living beings in the world. This luck often gathers on the Human King. The more virtuous the Human King is, the richer his luck is. The luck of the Human King is often called the True Dragon Qi.

The dynasty's luck is the foundation accumulated over the years by the dynasty. It is usually owned by the royal family and is sealed somewhere or in a sacred object.

Where the fortune of dynasties is sealed, or in which magical weapon, is a secret. It will only be known to the world after the demise of the dynasty.

The second half of this "Record of Heaven's Luck and Noble Qi" tells how to absorb and devour the luck of the Human King and the dynasty.

Ye Feng touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, his eyes rolled around a few times and he said, "Senior Xiaoli said last time that luck can be transferred. In other words, I don't need to practice Confucian magic or cultivate righteousness. I just need to understand the second half of this text, and I can absorb the luck of the current emperor and the dynasty, store it in my Mountain and River Pen, and charge my Mountain and River Pen, making it more and more powerful."

When Miss Mozhu saw Ye Feng's wretched appearance at the moment, she knew that this boy was plotting something bad.

She said slowly, "In theory... yes. The Divine Pen of Dingshanhe is also a famous Confucian sacred artifact in our heavenly realm. It can be used as a container for storing luck. If a lot of luck is absorbed, the power of the Pen will also increase accordingly."