Evil Master and Disciple

In the back mountain is the ancestral temple.

The night gradually deepened, but the topic in the ancestral hall seemed to have just begun.

Ye Feng did not doubt the identity of old man Zhuge. After hearing the story, he felt that he should be more restrained.

But is it too late now?

I have copied several classic poems, and these poems have begun to circulate in the world.

If there really are other time travelers in this world, they will hear these poems soon.

And as for Fu Jinghong, Ye Feng is now increasingly suspicious of Fu Jinghong's identity.

In the half hour after the story of the mysterious world, Dugu Chan and old man Zhuge were mostly chatting.

The topic of their conversation was very bland, mainly Old Man Zhuge telling about some interesting things he had experienced in the world over the past few decades.

In the past sixty years, old man Zhuge has lived in the East China Sea for thirty years, enjoying the sea breeze and eating lobsters every day. He also made himself a piece of clothing with kelp.

There were even more interesting things in the world. When passing by Qinzhou, he encountered a group of bandits who were robbing him, and he ended up being robbed by the bandits.

When passing by Zhangzhou, I met a young couple who eloped. After asking, I found out that the woman was still married, but her husband was a dilapidated old man in his sixties, and she was forced to marry him.

After hearing what happened, Old Man Zhuge turned around and sent the two back.

That night, the eloping couple was stuffed into a cage and thrown into the river to drown, as a sacrifice to the river god.

Before long, they appeared hundreds of miles away, living a shameless life.

It turned out that Old Man Zhuge secretly rescued the two from the river, gave them some silver, and asked them to live away from here.

"Sometimes, if you want to live, you must die first. After my manipulations, everyone thought they were both dead. They just needed to move to another place and start a new life..."

This is Mr. Zhuge’s summary of the matter.

Ye Feng listened and nodded silently. He felt that there seemed to be no problem in how Old Man Zhuge handled the matter.

After Old Man Zhuge finished briefly recounting the interesting things he had encountered over the past few decades, he said to Dugu Chan, "Old Chan, have you had any interesting experiences in these years?"

Dugu Chan said, "I'm here every day, what fun can there be?"

"It's boring. You've locked yourself up in this godforsaken place for eight hundred years. What's the knot in your heart that you can't untie after eight hundred years?

I can see that you don't look very well. The five signs of decline of the celestial being have begun to appear. In your current condition, I estimate that you will die within thirty to fifty years.

Follow me, let's play the game of the human world together. With me here, I can guarantee that you will live another thousand years without any problem. You know my methods."

Dugu Chan shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it. Life has no meaning to me. I don't know how I managed to survive these eight hundred years. If I could live another thousand years... I would rather die now."

Old Zhuge curled his lips and said, "Boring, you are really boring. Your cultivation is beyond reproach. I have lived for over two thousand years and have never seen a master as powerful as you.

You have reached the realm of Heaven's End. What is Heaven's End? It is the end of destiny, the rest of life is in your hands.

Your fate was already ripped from the Three Realms and Six Paths eight hundred years ago, completely in your own hands. Yet, you've imprisoned yourself in this decrepit place for over eight hundred years, spending your days seeking death.

I'm not like you. I'm not even three thousand years old yet. I'm still very young and I haven't had enough of this colorful world! "

Old man Zhuge knew that Dugu Chan had a knot in his heart.

But he didn't know the details.

I asked Dugu Chan several times before, but he never said anything.

He only knew that Dugu Chan was trapped in love, so he closed himself off.

As for emotional hurt, even old man Zhuge couldn't heal it.

Even a powerful person who controls his own destiny still has not cut off emotions and love, and still has seven emotions and six desires.

He thought time was the best medicine to heal love, but more than eight hundred years have passed and Dugu Chan still hasn't gotten over it.

Old man Zhuge drank a large bowl of wine, and then began to rummage through his huge bag.

After a moment, he took out a crystal bottle.

The bottle is transparent, like glass, and you can clearly see that there is half a bottle of liquid in the crystal bottle, emitting a faint glow.

He placed the crystal bottle on the low table in front of him.

Then he said, "Old Chan, you know what this is even without me telling you. Given your current physical condition, you will definitely not be around for the next sixty years. Please accept this."

Dugu Chan narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean? You know I won't accept this."

"After two thousand years of hiding, it's time to end it. I didn't want to involve you in my grudges, but I know that if you don't help me, I will die.

So you can't die for now. If you die, who will help me deal with that bitch?"

Dugu Chan looked at old man Zhuge in surprise.

"Are you ready to fight back?"

"Yes."

"Why did you suddenly decide to fight back?"

Old man Zhuge pointed at Ye Feng.

Said: "Because of this kid."

Ye Feng was startled and said, "Because of me? Senior Qingyun, we just met today, and I don't even know who your enemy is, how could it be because of me?"

Old man Zhuge said calmly: "If I don't take action, you will be in danger."

Ye Feng frowned, feeling that there was something else behind the old man's words.

He said, "I am ignorant and slow-witted, so please explain clearly, senior."

Old Man Zhuge laughed and said, "Young man Ye, this world is much more complicated and dangerous than you think.

Many people want to kill you, and among them, the one who poses the greatest threat to you is an old witch. She also happens to be my enemy.

That old woman is very scary. I and the bunch of useless disciples in Qingyun Pavilion cannot deal with her alone. The only person in the world who can deal with her is your ancestor Dugu.

As for the secret, you don't need to ask too much, and I won't say much. If I hadn't died at the hands of that old witch, I would tell you the reason myself.

If I unfortunately die at the hands of that old witch, someone will tell you.

You better pray that I can win, because if that old witch doesn't die, you will die, and I'm not exaggerating."

Ye Feng frowned even deeper.

He looked at the thin old man in front of him with some astonishment.

His intuition told him that this old man was full of secrets.

Dugu Chan's cloudy eyes gradually became shiny.

Of course he knew that the old witch that Old Man Zhuge was talking about was the woman who escaped on that stormy night more than sixty years ago.

Dugu Chan certainly wouldn't think that his old friend Qingyun wanted to trick him into helping him, so he pulled Ye Feng up.

Because there's absolutely no need for that.

Even if Ye Feng was not involved in this matter, given their thousand-year friendship, Dugu Chan would have no choice but to take action as long as old man Zhuge spoke.

Since Old Man Zhuge said that the woman wanted to kill Ye Feng, it must be true.

But Dugu Chan still didn't understand why that woman from Tianzhijing would kill Ye Feng. They shouldn't know each other.

Thinking of this, Dugu Chan reached out and slowly picked up the crystal bottle on the desk.

He said slowly, "Okay, I'll take this. If you find any clues about that woman, please let me know and I'll go with you. I hope Qingyun Pavilion can be quick, because I've really had enough of living."

Old Zhuge grinned and said, "Don't worry. When she attacked me over sixty years ago, she had already revealed her whereabouts. I already have a rough idea of ​​her identity. It won't be long before I can find out where she's hiding now."

Ye Feng finally understood.

These two old men are going to have a fight with someone!

Although I don’t know who the other party is, he is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Ye Feng quickly lowered his head to prevent the two old guys from catching him and forcing him to serve as a soldier.

Ye Feng felt that the fighting skills of the elite disciples in the Divine Silence Realm were out of his reach.

If the peerless masters of the world fight each other, it will definitely be a fight that will destroy the world. I dare not get involved.

After chatting for a while, and seeing that the topic of fighting had passed, he began to ask Old Man Zhuge about the practice of Confucianism and Taoism.

Old Zhuge took a bite of the completely cold beggar's chicken and chewed it with a grunt, "You are a Taoist disciple, why are you practicing Confucian magic?"

Dugu Chan said, "You should talk to him about Confucianism. This kid just recently obtained Dingshanhe, one of the four great Confucian divine brushes, and has already completed a blood pact with the Shanhe brush. Lately, he has been trying to find a way to activate the Shanhe brush. Unfortunately, I don't know much about Confucianism. You have a deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, so you can talk to him about it."

Old Man Zhuge's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ye Feng and said, "Your fate with immortality is quite good. You actually inherited the Dingshan River that has been lost for thousands of years in Confucianism. Interesting, interesting. Bring out the Dingshan River for me to see."

If it were someone else, Ye Feng would naturally be reluctant.

But this old man is a good friend of my ancestor, and even my ancestor trusts and respects him so much, so I naturally trust him unconditionally.

He took out the Dingshanhe Magic Pen from the black silk bracelet.

After taking it, Old Man Zhuge examined it carefully, nodded slowly, and said, "It really is the Divine Brush of Dingshanhe... Wait a minute..."

Old man Zhuge began to search for something in his bag again.

Ye Feng was very surprised and asked, "Senior Qingyun, you are such a peerless figure, and the first generation leader of Qingyun Pavilion, why do you carry such a large bag with you? I have some storage bags on me, would you like me to give you one?"

"I rarely use storage magic tools like the Mustard Seed Dimension. They are not safe. I can only feel at ease if I carry them with me... I found it."

As Old Man Zhuge spoke, he took out a stone from his big bag.

No, it's not a stone, it's an inkstone.

The inkstone is angular, with a sword-like front end, many weathered lines on the edge, and some lifelike reliefs.

Inkstone is one of the important items in Confucian culture.

Ye Feng knew that in feudal dynasties, when the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, there would always be someone holding an inkstone next to him.

Seeing Old Man Zhuge take out an inkstone, Ye Feng said, "Senior Qingyun, this Mountain and River Brush of mine is not for writing!"

Old man Zhuge laughed and said, "What do you know, kid? This inkstone is not an ordinary Duan inkstone, it is the Inkstone of All Living Beings."

"The Inkstone of All Beings?"

Ye Feng looked suspicious, thinking that the name sounded familiar.

Dugu Chan was surprised and asked, "The Inkstone of All Living Beings, one of the three Confucian inkstones?"

Old man Zhuge nodded slightly.

Ye Feng also remembered it at this moment.

Last time in the underground cave treasure house, Su Xiaoli introduced the treasures of Confucianism.

They are one crown, two shoes, three inkstones and four pens.

The Zhongsheng Inkstone is one of the three inkstones, and is as famous as the Shanhai Inkstone and the Renjie Inkstone.

Ye Feng was surprised and asked, "Weren't the Zhongsheng Inkstone and Shanhai Inkstone destroyed during the Dali Dynasty's anti-Confucianism movement? Only the Renjie Inkstone survived and is now in Honglu Academy."

"You know quite a bit, kid. Legend has it that the All Living Things Inkstone and the Mountain and Sea Inkstone were indeed destroyed in the previous dynasty, but that's just a rumor. Two thousand years ago, this All Living Things Inkstone fell into my hands. It was with the special power of this inkstone that I founded the Qingyun Pavilion.

Boy, you are lucky today. You can witness the mysterious power of the two sacred objects of Confucianism with your own eyes."

As he spoke, Old Man Zhuge held the Mountain and River Brush in his hand and slowly tapped it on the Inkstone of All Beings.

Golden ink suddenly began to gather on the originally clean Inkstone.