Evil Master and Disciple

It was just a peaceful night, but it seemed not so peaceful.

Beneath the harmonious surface, there are too many undercurrents surging.

Ye Feng and Yue Yinling left the shop.

Liu Yinshui, Fang Ning and Zhou Qing, the three people who were not drunk, stayed at Fenglingju to take care of the group of people who were already drunk.

It was already past midnight, and there were no customers at Elder Qin Luo's noodle stall not far away.

The most handsome man in the past, wearing an oil-stained apron, sat on a bench, gently playing with a hairpin carved from bamboo in his hand.

Judging from the craftsmanship, it should be the work of the little girl named Chen Xiaodi.

There was a bamboo sword on the table in front of Qin Luo.

This bamboo sword looks quite old, at least a few decades old.

His eyes gradually became blurred.

He reached out and picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back and drank it guzzling for a long time. The wine kept flowing down his chin and onto his clothes, but he seemed unaware.

"The world's ups and downs are created by our generation, and time flies by once we enter the world.

In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience.

He raised his sword, mounted his horse and swung his sword to rain down ghosts, and the white bones turned into mountain birds startled and flew away.

The world is like a tide and people are like water, I only sigh that few people return to the rivers and lakes."

Qin Luo softly recited the poem "Jianghu" that Ye Feng shamelessly copied, his face full of vicissitudes and loneliness.

There was pain that was hard to hide in his eyes.

Everyone has a past, especially someone like Qin Luo who was once so glorious.

His past is even more exciting than those of the protagonists in comic books.

What on earth did Qin Luo, the first handsome man in the world who once fascinated the world, go through to become the unkempt and greasy uncle he is today?

Xianling Valley was quiet at this moment. Dawn was approaching, and most shops had already closed. Only the lights in Yihong Courtyard to the south were still on.

Qin Luo finished the last sip of wine in the jar, put away the bamboo hairpin and bamboo sword, and prepared to pack up and close the shop.

Suddenly, an invisible ray of light shot towards Qin Luo's head from behind like lightning.

At this moment, Qin Luo, who originally had a dull look and a haggard expression, suddenly changed into a different person.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his temperament changed suddenly.

He didn't look back, but just waved his sleeves lightly.

A strong wind blew up, and the silent glimmer of light that shot towards his back was suddenly restrained by a mysterious force and then bounced back.

Qin Luo turned his fingers slightly, and about seventy or eighty pairs of bamboo chopsticks in the bamboo chopstick holders on seven or eight tables quickly flew into the air.

These chopsticks seemed to have turned into dozens of sharp swords, making whistling sounds as they broke through the air and shot towards the darkness on the hillside behind them.

clack clack...

There was a flicker of light on the hillside. After a slight sound, a black shadow quickly rose into the sky and flew towards the west.

Qin Luo did not pursue him, his sharp eyes gradually became playful.

He shook his head and muttered to himself, "I deserve to die, but not now. Alas, the world is like the tide and people are like water. I can only sigh that few people will return to the world of martial arts... I can only sigh that few people will return to the world of martial arts!"

It seems that this is not the first time that Qin Luo has encountered such a thing.

As usual, he quietly packed up and took out some brand new chopsticks from his storage bracelet and placed them in the chopstick holder.

He even greeted the drunken disciples with a smile.

Everything is so harmonious and natural.

No one knew that he had just been assassinated.

Who wants to kill him?

Who killed him?

Even though he has fallen to become the owner of a noodle stall, he is still an elder of the Yunhai Sect and still the most handsome man there was.

If he died, the impact would definitely be significant. But the other party still took action...

The next day, early in the morning.

The morning glow tears through the darkness, and light reappears on earth.

another beautiful day.

At least for the vast majority of Yunhai Sect disciples.

After Ye Feng returned to Fengling Residence, he sat on the bed and meditated to practice the Hundred Refinements of Soul. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn.

Pushing the door and walking out of the yard, it was unknown whether the fat master had gone to the square on the top of the mountain, or had licked the goddess all night and had not returned. In any case, the fat master was not in Fenglingju early in the morning.

San Zhier lay on the lounge chair in the yard, watching Ye Feng walk out of the room. This little green-haired cat, who had learned to enjoy delicious food and baths, just stretched out its paws lazily and ignored Ye Feng.

Ye Feng is not a bootlicker now, he has a donkey-like temper of male chauvinism.

If you ignore me, then I won't pay attention to you either.

The man and the green-haired guy rolled their eyes at each other, marking the official end of their early morning greetings.

Ye Feng came to the kitchen and Xiao Man was cooking porridge.

"Brother Ye, breakfast will take some time, please wait a moment."

Ye Feng washed his face and said, "I'm not in a hurry. By the way, has Master left?"

Xiao Man curled her lips and said, "Master Yulong didn't come back last night."

"Oh? Is that true? Did this ultimate old bootlicker succeed in licking several people last night? Shit!"

"Brother Ye, what did you say?"

"It's not suitable for children, stop asking! Where's Ling'er?"

"Sister Ling'er is still practicing in her room."

"This little girl is really hardworking. Xiaoman, after you and Ling'er finish breakfast, go to the Xianling Valley shop to help. Yaoyao and the others are all there. You don't need to go to the square today to avoid any more trouble.

"I see, Senior Brother Ye, are you leaving now? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I am now one of the top 50 masters. Are you kidding me? I can easily fast for ten days or half a month now!

Make some more porridge. Yaoyao and the others drank quite a bit of wine last night, so bring some over for them."

Ye Feng walked out of the kitchen, picked up Sanzhier on the recliner, summoned the Eight Desolations Sword and flew towards the top of the mountain.

Today is the battle between elite disciples, and Ye Feng’s battle will be tomorrow.

He came to the square to find An Nian and to see Master Yu Mian's attitude today.

According to what that bastard Liu Yinshui said, if Master Yumian had not openly attacked Master today as usual, then the dispute over the Taoist names between Ling'er and Miao Wanshu would ultimately be resolved by the two senior disciples, Ye Feng and An Nian.

Of course, Ye Feng also wanted to find Fu Jinghong. This guy disappeared after he used the name of Su Daji to hint at him last time.

Ye Feng had to go find Fu Jinghong to ask about Chu Liunian.

Chu Liunian was obviously testing himself last night.

Ye Feng could barely accept that Fu Jinghong was a fellow villager.

He couldn't accept that the world was full of fellow countrymen.

Moreover, he remembered clearly the story that Senior Qingyun had told him last time about two fellow villagers meeting and getting shot in the back.

I used to listen to it as a story.

After meeting Chu Liunian last night, he was a little unsure.

Maybe it's more than just a story.

After arriving at the square, Ye Feng habitually looked at the bulletin board where the fighting list was posted.

Many senior sisters greeted Ye Feng, seemingly forgetting that this brat was the number one pervert in Yunhai Sect.

On the contrary, those senior brothers were not as enthusiastic towards Ye Feng as before.

When he saw Ye Feng, he either snorted coldly or rolled his eyes, as if Ye Feng not only had a grudge against him for killing his father, but also for stealing his wife.

Of course Ye Feng knew what was going on. He pretended not to notice the cold stares from his male compatriots and just enthusiastically greeted those beautiful senior sisters whom he didn't know.

"You little brat, why are you alone here? Where are your group of scoundrels?"

The voice of the flat-chested girl Nangong Yan rang out.

Ye Feng looked back and saw that six of the seven golden flowers in Mozhuxuan were there, except for the smallest one.

In addition, several female disciples of the uncle master, including Fairy Yunyu, were also present.

Ye Feng said angrily: "Senior Sister Nangong, please be careful with your words. What do you mean by "bad friends"? Fang Tong, Ben Lei and the others are all my close friends!

They are brave men with unwavering loyalty and chivalrous spirit, ready to risk their lives for their friends at any time!"

The girls chuckled softly.

As for the moral character of the Thirteen Taibao, what does it have to do with righteousness and chivalry? They would even risk their lives for their friends. It would be good enough if they didn't stab their friends twice.

This is not only their perception of the Thirteen Guardians, but also the perception of the vast majority of Yunhai Sect disciples.

Shangguan Lan, dressed in soft white clothes, stepped forward and asked, "Xiaofeng, how is Ling'er doing?"

I feel happy when I see Shangguan Lan Ye Feng.

Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi are both pretty, but one is too cold and the other likes to play tricks on others.

Yaoyao and Ling'er are both little girls who have not grown up.

An Nian was very big, but Fu Jinghong was staring at her all the time, and he couldn't bring himself to touch her or say anything about her.

Yue Yinling is a little gangster who indulges in drinking, gambling, whoring and smoking, and her identity is very suspicious.

Shangguan is still better. He can be sweet or salty, has a gentle personality, and is very caring.

This is the epitome of a good wife and mother, and is most suitable for someone like me who has been hurt by love for years and is in urgent need of gentle nurturing.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Shangguan, you look even more beautiful today. Your smile is truly enchanting. All the beauties in the palace pale in comparison. Compared to you, all the other women in the world are as pretty as straw..."

Shangguan Lan blushed slightly and said, "You...can you be serious? I asked about Ling'er's matter and how it went! Stop rambling!"

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Praising your beauty is the most serious thing for me... hehe... hehe..."

The smile gradually faded.

My back feels chilly.

Turning around, she saw Nangong Yan and a group of other girls staring at her with cold eyes as if they wanted to torture her to death.

Nangong Yan said angrily, "Ye Feng, there's no need to belittle us just to please Shangguan, right? Are you asking for a beating again?"

Ye Feng immediately came back to his senses and laughed dryly: "For example, for example, I didn't say that you sisters are weak and insignificant. Well, I have something else to do, you guys chat first..."

Just as he turned around and was about to slip away, he saw An Nian walking towards him with a pair of ominous signs on his face.

"Ye Feng! What a coincidence! Where are you going?!"

An Nian said with a smile.

Ye Feng's face turned bitter. It was over. He was being attacked from both sides!