Evil Master and Disciple

At this moment, Ye Feng was shocked and surprised.

Just yesterday, I learned from Fang Tong and others that I had sneaked into the medicine garden more than a year ago to steal the fairy fungus for Miao Xiaorou, and today Miao Xiaorou appeared in front of me.

I have to say that the original owner's vision is quite amazing.

The goddess he secretly loves is the best in the entire Yunhai Sect in terms of both appearance and figure.

Being a bootlicker for a goddess of this level is worth it even if you lick her for your whole life and lose your life!

However, there was one thing Ye Feng didn't understand.

From what Miao Xiaorou said, he did agree to steal the immortal herb for her, but it seemed that she did not receive the goods.

It shouldn't be.

Before the original owner was killed, the magical herb Ganoderma lucidum in the No. 7 medicinal garden had been stolen.

As a dog who has been there, Ye Feng knows deeply that a qualified dog will never leave the things given to the goddess overnight, and will definitely deliver them to the goddess as soon as possible.

Besides, if Miao Xiaorou had not received the magical herb Ganoderma lucidum, how could the original owner have died?

Killing someone to silence them just because they didn't receive the goods is such a brainless thing that even a fool wouldn't do.

Miao Xiaorou looked at Ye Feng's expression as if he had seen a ghost. Her big eyes were full of suspicion and her forehead was full of question marks.

"Ye Feng, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

Miao Xiaorou said hesitantly.

Ye Feng shuddered and reacted.

He said slowly: "I...I really didn't give you the Xianzhi?"

Miao Xiaorou rolled her eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Two months ago, you said some nonsense to me that I couldn't understand, and now you say some words I can't understand again. When did you give me the fairy fungus? Boy, are you crazy?"

The news about Ye Feng being buried in a mass grave and losing his memory had not spread within the Yunhai Sect, and Miao Xiaorou still didn't know about it.

Ye Feng's heart moved, and he asked, "Senior Sister Xiaorou, did we meet two months ago? What strange things did I say to you? Tell me quickly, it's very important to me!"

Miao Xiaorou said, "You seemed to say that if one day you disappeared for no reason, you would let me find a coquettish elephant..."

Ye Feng's expression changed instantly.

"Flirtatious elephant? What does that mean?"

"How should I know! Oh, right, I heard from Lao Liu that you were imprisoned in the stone prison of the Discipline Court as punishment for allegedly stealing more than 200 spiritual herbs and four immortal herbs, Ganoderma lucidum.

If you didn’t give it to me, then who did you give it to? Did you give it to another girl?

Ye Feng did not answer. He was thinking about what the original owner had said to Miao Xiaorou.

Seeing Ye Feng didn't say anything, Miao Xiaorou waved her hand and said, "Come on, you can give it to whoever you want, I don't care."

As he spoke, he took out a jade token from his bosom and handed it to Ye Feng.

"This is Junior Sister Ling'er's inner disciple identity card. Senior Brother has already prepared it for her. Since Sixth Uncle and Junior Sister Ling'er are not here, I will give it to you."

Ye Feng came back to his senses and took a look at the jade token in his hand, which had some words engraved on it.

Huang Ling'er, the 37th generation disciple of the Yunhai Sect, is a famous lady of the Jing generation. She was born on the ninth day of the ninth month in the Yiyou year.

These are all the most basic identity information about Huang Ling'er.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Well, I'll give it to Ling'er when she comes back."

Miao Xiaorou said, "Mission accomplished, I'm going back... By the way, Ye Feng, where did you get this sword?"

Ye Feng was stunned, thinking that Miao Xiaorou had noticed the unusualness of the sword.

Then he said, "I found it from the Sword Tomb today."

Miao Xiaorou suddenly realized and said, "No wonder it's so ugly!"

"Um?!"

Without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, Miao Xiaorou walked out of the yard lightly with her long legs.

Ye Feng chased him to the gate and shouted, "This is my magic sword! How dare you say it's ugly! I think you're ugly! Your whole family is ugly!"

After saying that, he slammed the gate shut.

Then he looked at the rusty sword in his hand and muttered, "It's really ugly!"

Ye Feng returned to the whetstone again. This time he did not sharpen his sword, but sat down on a small stool, lost in thought.

I asked in my heart: "Uncle Fuyou, do you think Miao Xiaorou is telling the truth?"

After a moment, Ye Fuyou responded: "It should be true. If she had killed someone and dumped the body, she wouldn't have acted so calmly in front of you."

Ye Feng agreed with Uncle Fuyou's opinion.

He touched his chin with his hand and thought to himself, "Could it be that I had anticipated that I might be in danger and be secretly silenced? This happened two months ago, before the herb garden lost the Ganoderma lucidum. Could it be that the person who killed me didn't kill me for the Ganoderma lucidum? Or for something else?"

Ye Fuyou said: "If you want to find out the truth, you must first figure out what the coquettish elephant refers to."

Ye Feng nodded slowly: "Are there elephants in our Tianyun Mountain?"

"No, elephants are only found in the southern border region. Our Tianyun Mountain is thousands of miles away from the southern border. However, the Spirit Beast Garden raises some rare and exotic animals, perhaps elephants."

"Oh, it seems I have to go to the Spirit Beast Garden to see it in person."

Ye Feng felt that the original owner must have given something very important or a clue to someone or hidden it somewhere.

He knew that he might encounter an accident, so he secretly hinted this message to Miao Xiaorou.

But Miao Xiaorou didn't like him at all.

So I never took it to heart.

Today I happened to run into Ye Feng who was confused, and accidentally told him about it.

After thinking for a while in the yard, Ye Feng still had no idea and could only focus his attention on the magic sword in his hand.

Now the situation is more complicated than he expected.

Ye Feng could already roughly infer that the original owner's death should have nothing to do with the spiritual herbs and immortal fungi stolen from the medicine garden.

If you want to protect yourself, you must improve your own cultivation as soon as possible.

He asked in his heart, "Uncle Fuyou, can I complete the blood contract by just dripping a few drops of blood on this sword?"

"Of course it's not that simple. While dripping blood to acknowledge the master, you also need to refine the sword."

"Refine? What does that mean?"

"Use your mind and spirit power to enter the sword. Once the sword recognizes you, you will be its master. No one else can use your sword."

Ye Feng nodded, walked into the kitchen and found the kitchen knife.

Ling'er sharpened this kitchen knife very sharply yesterday.

Ye Feng didn't dare to hit his finger with the rusty sword, otherwise he might really die of tetanus tomorrow.

He gritted his teeth and gently cut a small cut on the middle finger of his left hand.

Before the wound could bleed, he grabbed the magic sword, ran into his room, and bolted the door from the inside.

Then he squeezed his fingers and a drop of bright red blood fell onto the rusty sword.

Fearing that the sword would fall into disrepair, Ye Feng dripped seven or eight drops before stopping.

Then, under the guidance of Uncle Fuyou, he sat cross-legged, placed the rusty sword on his legs, chanted the mantra, and urged his true essence and mental power to enter the magic sword.

After his spiritual consciousness entered the magic sword, he felt that there seemed to be a very large space inside, but the surroundings were gray and he could not see anything.

“Why is there no response?”

Ye Feng looked at the drops of blood on the sword and couldn't help but frowning.

"Don't be anxious! The sword won't recognize its master so quickly!"

While Ye Feng was waiting anxiously, the blood on the sword suddenly began to change.

The sword body seemed to have turned into the Huggies used by women, the kind with super absorbency, and the blood was quickly absorbed by the sword body.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was overjoyed and increased his spiritual power and spiritual consciousness.

At this time, the gray space inside the sword body was changing dramatically, from grayish white to dark red, and then to dark blue.

This dark green space is like a huge warehouse, which is divided into densely packed small rooms.

Strands of dark green light slowly came into contact with Ye Feng's mental power and consciousness.

Just like a third kind of contact, both sides were very cautious and appeared very careful and shy.

Only then did Ye Feng finally feel the spiritual power fluctuations in this magic sword.

This contact lasted for about an incense stick of time, and then the two spiritual powers began to merge with each other.

At the moment of fusion, the originally strands of spiritual power suddenly rushed out like the Yellow River bursting its banks.

Ye Feng's consciousness was impacted by this powerful and terrifying force, making it difficult to stabilize. He felt like a small boat in the storm.

In order to prevent his spiritual consciousness from being knocked out by the power inside the magic sword, he could only constantly mobilize his mental power.

This process is extremely painful, not physically, but spiritually.

It's like the soul is being roasted on fire.

"Hold on! There's a sword spirit inside the divine sword. If you don't have a strong will, the sword spirit won't recognize you!"

Ye Fuyou's voice stirred in Ye Feng's mind.

Ye Feng, who was about to give up, suddenly burst out with strong faith.

The eight extraordinary meridians, the three souls and seven spirits, including every inch of muscle, seemed to be torn apart by a mysterious force.

The spiritual power in his dantian was uncontrollably devoured and absorbed by that force.

After reaching the fourth level of flying realm, the spiritual power in Ye Feng's body became more than ten times stronger than before.

He felt very solid.

However, in just a few breaths, all the spiritual power flowing in the dantian and meridians was absorbed by the magic sword.

The essence and blood in the body began to churn, and seemed to be absorbed by the magic sword.

Without the nourishment of spiritual power, the tearing sensation became even more intense.

Ye Feng screamed in pain.

"Give up! You can't withstand the spiritual power of the sword! As long as you give up, all the pain will disappear."

A voice full of temptation sounded deep in Ye Feng's soul.

"No! I won't give up even if I die! I'm the Chosen One! Ah!!"

Accompanied by a howl, an invisible air wave burst out from Ye Feng's room and quickly spread to the surroundings.

Then everything returned to calm.

The burning pain in Ye Feng's body quickly dissipated.

Rich spiritual energy rushed into the body frantically. In just a few breaths, all the lost spiritual power returned to the dantian and meridians.