Evil Master and Disciple

Sanzhier turned into Sezhier, and the culprit was Shen Tianqi.

If Shen Tianqi hadn't dragged Sanzhier to take a bath together last time, allowing the little spirit beast to enjoy the comfort of a hot bath, it wouldn't have crawled into Xiaoman and Huang Ling'er's bathtub all day and night.

This made Ye Feng grit his teeth in hatred.

As a young master, I have never bathed with a beautiful woman.

Let Sanzhier enjoy it first.

After taking a bath and putting on his clothes, the fat master's voice rang out in the yard, asking Ye Feng to go out and talk to him.

Ye Feng was very surprised.

Ever since the fight began, the fat master has been busy receiving foreign guests, and has been leaving early and returning late, and many times he has even not returned home at night.

It's rare to come back so early like tonight.

Carrying the clean-washed Sanzhier, he came to the yard.

Tonight the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the moonlight is like water, bright and clear.

Fatty Yulong had just returned and was sitting on a recliner, with Xiaoman pouring tea beside him.

Seeing his great disciple coming out, Fatty Yulong laughed and said, "Feng'er, come and sit down."

Ye Feng was a little suspicious. Didn't the master and disciple usually communicate in the early morning? Why did the fat master want to chat with him so late at night?

As soon as Ye Feng sat down, Fatty Yulong stretched his head with a lewd expression on his face.

"Feng'er, can you lend me your brush to play with?"

"Uh? A brush? What kind of brush?"

"Pretend! Keep pretending! It's that brush of yours that can write in the air. It's been sitting by your bed for the past two days."

Ye Feng was smart. Since his master didn't ask where the brush came from, the fat master must have gone to the ancestral hall in the back mountain in the past two days.

Otherwise, the fat master would have launched the Eighteen Deadly Questions long ago, but instead asked directly to borrow from me.

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Master, what do you want to borrow that pen for?"

The fat master chuckled and said, "Pick up girls. Your beautiful uncles Yuying, Yunyu, Yunmu, Shouchi, etc. usually like to show off their elegance. Your brush is a Confucian magic weapon, which is rare in the world. Lend me your brush and pretend to be a master for a few days. Maybe I can trick you into finding a master's wife."

Ye Feng was not surprised at all and felt that this was how it should be.

This is my master.

If you think that this fat man borrowed the Confucian magic brush to practice calligraphy, then you definitely don't understand this fat man's temperament.

Seeing Ye Feng's hesitation, Fatty Yulong was furious and said, "You little bastard, are you still hesitating? Is it easy for your master to raise you with all his hard work? Your master even risked his reputation and asked Lingbaoyuan to forge you a fairy-grade Eight Desolate Immortal Sword.

When did you get into trouble, wasn't it your master who took care of you?

Now, your teacher just wants to borrow your pen to play with for a few days. Is it necessary for you to be so embarrassed by such a small request?

Besides, it’s not like I won’t return it to you. I’ve boasted so much today. If I can’t borrow the magic pen, how can I survive in Yunhai Sect in the future?

Seeing his master getting angry, Ye Feng said, "Master, don't be angry. I didn't say I won't lend it to you."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Yulong immediately smiled again, patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, and said, "You are worthy of being my great disciple! I knew that my love for you was not in vain!"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Master, well...this brush is not actually mine."

"I know, isn't it a gift from our ancestors? I went to the ancestral hall yesterday to look for them. If they gave it to you, then it's yours!"

This old man has a bad heart and is confused. When I was young, I often gave him delicious food and drinks, but as a result, he passed on some messy little spells to me.

And you've only been guarding the tomb in the bamboo forest in the back mountain for three months, and he gave you the coffin book! Even the third brother learned the "Godlike Movement" and "Fire Burning Heaven" from him. It's simply abominable..."

When talking about the ancestors in the back mountain, Fatty Yulong was obviously full of resentment.

The old ancestor had a very strange personality. He acted according to his own preferences and did not care about relationships at all.

Back then, I sent food and wine to my ancestor, and even sent him a beautiful woman because I was afraid he would be lonely.

As a result, the benefits he got were not even a fraction of what Ye Feng got. He felt very unbalanced just thinking about it.

Of course, he only dared to complain in front of his good disciple and break his third leg, and he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction in front of the ancestor.

Just as Ye Feng guessed, after urging him to perform Confucian magic yesterday, as soon as the battle in the square ended, Master Yulong came back to visit his sleeping disciple. After confirming that the boy had fallen asleep due to excessive exhaustion of his spirit and soul, he immediately rushed to the ancestral temple in the back mountain to inquire about the Confucian and Taoist magic of his ancestors.

Thanks to Ye Feng's foresight, he had already privately talked to the ancestor about this matter earlier.

Dugu Chan is also very trustworthy. He agreed to take the blame for Ye Feng. Last night, he did it without hesitation and directly transferred the Confucian brush from Ye Feng to himself.

He did not reveal anything about Yan Rijing and the underground cave, but said that he was the one who gave the Confucian brush to Ye Feng.

Fatty Yulong naturally believed in the words of his ancestor.

Although he stated on the spot that he was also an old boy who was well-read and knowledgeable, he was also quite interested in Confucian magic and had a talent for reading.

But he was still kicked out of the ancestral temple by his ancestor.

Now that it has been confirmed that Hao Da Tu's Confucian magic weapon has a legitimate origin, Fatty Yulong naturally has nothing to be shy about.

This morning, Fatty Yulong started a new round of praising his good disciple.

Especially the Confucian magic pen...

Although Dugu Chan only told Fatty Yulong that the brush he gave to Ye Feng was a Confucian magic weapon, he did not say that it was the Confucian sacred artifact Shanhe Brush.

But Fatty Yulong was a man of few words. He directly boasted that the magic pen in Ye Feng's hand was the number one magic pen in Confucianism, and a commemorative piece signed by a great Confucian scholar a thousand years ago. It was extremely powerful.

I just wanted to brag and save face.

Unexpectedly, the old ladies sitting next to them, such as Yuying and Yunyu, had reached a bottleneck in their cultivation over the years and no longer wanted to practice. Instead, they spent their whole days studying music, chess, calligraphy and painting, burning incense and making tea, and other trivial things.

Listen to Fatty Yulong bragging about how awesome and powerful the magic pen in Ye Feng's hand is.

These old girls who couldn't get married immediately became interested.

I want to study what is so special about this Confucian instrument.

Ask Fatty Yulong if he can bring Ye Feng's magic pen over someday so everyone can write something.

These old women even called him "Brother Yulong". How could Fatty Yulong, an old pervert who always wanted to find a stepmother for his daughter, resist them?

He immediately patted his chest and promised the group of women that he would use his great disciple's magic pen to write for the sisters tomorrow, and they could write as much as they wanted.

Ye Feng doesn't care about his fat master's romantic affairs outside.

Although he was reluctant to lend the magic pen to his master for a few days, he could not refuse because his master had done him such a great favor.

He rolled his eyes and immediately took out a three-foot-long brush from his black silk bracelet.

Fatty Yulong took it happily.

"Haha, my dear little brat, Master loves you so much... Um, why does this brush look different from the one I saw by your bedside yesterday?"

Fatty Yulong played with the brush, a hint of doubt on his face.

Ye Feng explained: "This is a Confucian magic pen, it is naturally not an ordinary item, it can change into a thousand forms. If I want, this pen can turn into a mountain!

It can be big or small, long or short, girls will definitely love it! ”

Fatty Yulong thought about it and it made sense. He waved his hand and told Ye Feng to take a rest so as not to delay the competition tomorrow morning. He wanted to use this Confucian magic pen to write some cursive calligraphy tonight and also feel the charm of Confucian magic instruments.

Ye Feng laughed in his heart.

I thought to myself that this brush is indeed quite charming.

Fairy Mozhu and Patriarch Baiyunzi used it to grind for hundreds of years. Not only was it covered with pulp, but it also burst with pulp.

Ye Feng threw Sanzhier to the little girl in the kitchen, then returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced the Hundred Refinements of the Soul.

His spiritual power is at saturation, but his soul power has not yet fully recovered.

The battle with Lu Ming tomorrow will probably be a real fight with the Yunhai Sword Technique. I must recover the power of my soul as soon as possible. The Soul Refining Technique taught by my ancestors is undoubtedly the best method to restore the power of my soul.

The spirit and soul are yin in nature, and practicing the spirit and soul training at night is most effective.

Soon Ye Feng entered the state of cultivation.

In the next room, Fatty Yulong was actually holding that big brush and writing and drawing.

While writing, he praised: "It is indeed a Confucian magic weapon. The characters written by it are much more beautiful than those written with ordinary brushes..."

When he thought about being surrounded by a group of fairies tomorrow, the fat guy kissed the brush handle a few times.

"Well... the magic pen is a magic pen. Even the pen holder is filled with mysterious power... but it's a little salty..."

The next day, early in the morning.

Xingluo Peak summit square.

Ye Feng immediately went to the bulletin board at the edge of the square to check the schedule for today's fighting matches.

Today's battle is to select fifty from one hundred.

There is plenty of time, as the first competition will be held at 9:00 a.m., and Ye Feng will be in the third match, on the sixth ring.

Seeing Lu Ming, number 157, Ye Feng frowned deeply.

My number is 300. According to the normal process, my opponent's number should be around 120 or 130. I didn't expect it to be postponed to 157.

According to this promotion trend, if I defeat Lu Ming today, it will be a big deal. My number 300 is really near the middle area of ​​all the draw numbers.

The hope of getting a bye round is very great.

Now there are only a hundred people left, almost all of them are famous masters of the younger generation.

Ye Feng was counting on his fingers at the moment. If he advanced, who would he be facing in the next round?

"These guys behind, Shuang'er, Senior Sister Yin Ling, Senior Sister Xiao Rou, and Lin Yi should all be able to advance.

The first few numbers, Senior Sister Shangguan, Zhan Yulong, Shen Tianjun from Qingling Peak, Zhou Xingyun from Xuanzhu Peak, and Chen Fu from Tianxing Peak, should also be able to advance.

Damn it, I'm really in the middle, but I can't be sure right now. There are quite a few people who have the same chance of getting a bye in the round of 13 as me, so I can't be sure about that in today's round."

Ye Feng calculated for a long time and found that judging from the current number of places in the battle, his chance of advancing to the top thirteen was only about twenty percent.

We have to wait until this round of fighting is over and the top 50 are born before we can see which disciples have the chance to get a bye in the 25 to 13th round.

"Ye Feng, what are you calculating?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Ye Feng turned around and saw a large group of people walking towards him.

It was those girls who were haunting us.

The expressions these girls have when they look at Ye Feng are so strange.

Among them, Yun Shuang'er had a complicated expression, while Shangguan Lan had a look of resentment.

The person who spoke just now was Nangong Yan.

Ye Feng said, "So it's you, senior sisters. I was trying to calculate the probability of my lottery number being in the top 13 out of 25."

Nangong Yan rolled his eyes and said, "There are still a hundred disciples now. Can you count them with your fingers? Why not take off your shoes and add your toes?"

The women chuckled.

Yi Xiaofu said, "That's right. The remaining disciples are all outstanding. Your opponent today, Junior Brother Lu Ming, is a very powerful figure. It's not too late for you to defeat Lu Ming first and then calculate your chances of getting a bye!"

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Lu Ming, a disciple of Master Yu Hai, is thirty-four years old this year. He is famous in Yunhai Sect for his Tianlu Immortal Sword and is known as the Tianlu Swordsman.

I've already heard a lot about Senior Brother Lu."

Li Xuerong said, "Since you know Senior Brother Lu Ming's information, you should know that Senior Brother Lu is very powerful. Yesterday, the head of the sect issued a decree prohibiting the use of talismans in battles. It will be difficult for you to defeat him today."