Evil Master and Disciple

The art of changing one's spirit and form into various forms is a very profound and mysterious art of transformation.

This technique is not widely circulated among the people, and it is not a secret magical power passed down by the Yunhai Sect.

Hundreds of years ago, old man Zhuge lost a bet to Dugu Chan.

Before Ye Feng and Shen Tianqi, Dugu Chan only passed on the art of transformation to Master Yulin more than three hundred years ago.

Just as Dugu Chan said, the God's Form Changeability does not have the power to attack. Strictly speaking, it is an illusion.

Based on the power of the soul, it can transform into anything you want in your mind.

Including the toilet in the women's restroom.

But the power of the soul is limited after all, not as strong as the spiritual power in the body, so the time of transformation is generally not long, and there are many loopholes to be found.

It is difficult for ordinary mortals to see any clues, but cultivators have spiritual awareness and telekinesis.

Spiritual consciousness and telepathy are like a super radar plus a high-definition scanner, which can easily see through the ever-changing forms of spirits.

However, this thing is not suitable for fighting, but it is a good skill for escaping or doing some obscene things that cannot be told to others.

Learning to change into various forms and spirits is equivalent to learning Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations, and you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.

Shen Tianqi really turned a disaster into a blessing this time. Although he was caught up in the undercurrent of the Yunhai Sect, he obtained the ancient Buddha's golden pupils that old man Zhuge asked Dugu Chan to give him before he left, as well as this set of skills of changing his form and spirit.

She is different from her cousin Yun Shuang'er.

Yun Shuang'er likes to eat alone and rarely shares with others.

Shen Tianqi's personality is relatively normal.

Since it was thanks to Ye Feng that she had the opportunity to hear the method of practicing the transformation of spirit and form, it was not a big deal for Ye Feng to ask her to copy down the mantras and mental methods.

Shen Tianqi didn't say anything, just sat on the bamboo stool, picked up the brush and started writing.

Her handwriting is very beautiful, like a dancing elf, elegant and lively.

They say words are like people.

Shen Tianqi's handwriting seems somewhat out of tune with her character, which is so stubborn that she can't even fart even with three sticks.

Ye Feng lay opposite Shen Tianqi, looking at the beautiful and vivid words, and kept making clicking sounds.

Shen Tianqi glanced at him and found that the boy was staring at the paper and seemed to like his writing very much.

When he glanced a second time, the boy's eyes were no longer on the paper, but on his own face.

I couldn't help but take another sneak peek. The boy was already supporting his chin and staring at his cheek.

Before the fourth glance was peeked out, Ye Feng said, "Goddess, can you take off your veil?"

"What?"

"I didn't mean to do anything. I just feel uncomfortable with a beauty like you wearing a veil and wandering around in front of me. You are a beauty, and beauties should be admired by others, especially by me!"

Shen Tianqi made a "Puh" sound and ignored the lecherous boy.

As a result, Ye Feng took advantage of the time when Shen Tianqi was concentrating on reciting the mantra of changing his form and spirit, and suddenly reached out and took off Shen Tianqi's veil.

Shen Tianqi was startled, and when she saw Ye Feng's smiling face, she glared at him but did not get angry.

It’s just that the speed of dictation has slowed down a bit, and the handwriting is not as elegant and beautiful as before.

It seemed that when she faced Ye Feng with her true face, her heart was beating a little.

If the mind is unstable, the hands will be unstable, and the words written will naturally have some changes.

Ye Feng propped up his chin and stared at the extremely familiar beautiful face in front of him.

Even the micro-expressions when frowning are very similar to Yun Shuang'er's.

Ye Feng looked at her for a while, then shook his head and said, "You really do look a lot like Shuang'er. What a pity, you're not Shuang'er."

Shen Tianqi glanced at him and said, "Choosing Shuang'er is the best decision you have ever made in your life."

Ye Feng grinned and said, "What's the point of my choosing? How could a girl like Shuang'er, a proud girl from heaven, fall for an uneducated and uncultured playboy like me?"

Shen Tianqi was slightly startled, then shook his head slightly.

Ye Feng continued, "Goddess, I'm very curious, why are you wearing a veil? It can't be because you look exactly like Shuang'er."

Shen Tianqi said calmly as he wrote, "That's really the reason."

"Why? Your appearance was given to you by your parents. This is so unfair to you."

"It is because of Shuang'er's parents that I have to wear a veil."

"By the way, regarding Shuang'er's parents, I know her mother is a demon-slaying god. Who is Shuang'er's father? Can you tell me?"

Shen Tianqi's expression changed, and he couldn't help but glance at Ye Feng and said, "Why are you asking this?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I'm curious! I think Shuang'er's father must be a high-ranking figure in the Yunhai Sect, but how high is this big man's status that you have to retreat and live your whole life wearing a veil?"

Shen Tianqi said slowly: "Ye Feng, you are really curious. I don't know who Shuang'er's father is."

"Uh, no way..."

Ye Feng was a little surprised.

At this moment, Shen Tianqi finished writing the last word, slowly picked up the paper, and blew gently at the corner of his mouth to make the ink dry faster.

"I have copied down all the formulas for the transformation of spirits and forms that the old senior dictated. Please take a look."

Being interrupted like this, Ye Feng forgot to continue asking who Yun Shuang'er's father was.

Ye Feng picked up the dozen or so pieces of paper and took a rough look at them. Sure enough, they were exactly the same as what he remembered.

He nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss God."

"You're welcome. This is also an opportunity I got from you."

"We are all family, so what's the big deal?" Ye Feng laughed.

When Shen Tianqi heard Ye Feng say "family", his expression changed slightly.

After several contacts with Ye Feng, I have more or less understood this boy's character and can only shake my head and sigh.

After Ye Feng sorted out the mantras for the various changes of form and spirit, he took out a wooden box from the black silk bracelet. When he opened it, he found a thick stack of paper inside, and each piece of paper was covered with crooked words.

"Another secret magical power!"

Ye Feng happily put the mantras of cultivation that could change into various forms and spirits into the wooden box, then took out the mantras of soul cultivation that he had copied from the spiritual tablet in the ancestral hall before and put them in the wooden box as well.

Shen Tianqi's eyes were a little blank. With a quick glance just now, she saw that there were at least hundreds of pages of paper in the box, which should all be the cultivation formulas for various magical powers and spells.

Shen Tianqi asked, "You...how come you have so many cultivation mantras?"

Ye Feng said: "I collected and sorted them all by myself. This is nothing. Our Yunhai Sect has hundreds of magical powers and spells, and I have only collected dozens of them so far."

"What do you collect these things for?"

"What for? Look at the way you ask. I'm a cultivator, so of course I use it for cultivation."

"Practice, can you handle it? Although the Yunhai Sect has hundreds of different magical skills, human energy is limited. No disciple spends a lot of time practicing those minor skills. Everyone focuses their main energy on the Yunhai Jue and those powerful sword skills.

Because when a cultivator reaches the middle or late stages, those fancy magical skills become useless; the competition is about the laws and the sword intent."

Ye Feng grinned and said noncommittally: "You also said that it is a matter of the middle and late stages. I am only in the Yushen realm now and have not yet reached the Guiyuan realm. I cannot cultivate sword intent, so, I'd better honestly practice many kinds of spells to save my life."

The entry level for the lineage of cultivation in the human world is the fourth level of the Sky Control Realm, and the level that can be called a young master is the sixth level of the Return to Origin Realm.

Ordinary masters and ordinary elders all refer to the seventh level of the Divine Silence Realm.

A first-rate master describes the eighth level of the heavenly realm.

The peerless master refers to the ninth level of the Void Transformation Realm.

As for guys like Dugu Chan who have reached the sky's limit, they have a special name: land immortal.

Ye Feng did not agree with this. He felt that calling him an immortal old man or an old pervert would be more appropriate.

Ye Feng felt that it would take him many years to reach the level of a master.

He is also a greedy person who adheres to the traditional concept that more skills are better than less.

As long as it is a magical power or spell, no matter whether you can use it or not, no matter whether you will have the opportunity to practice it in the future, just copy it down first.

Some people like to collect ancient coins, some like to collect original stockings, and some like to collect women's panties.

Ye Feng didn’t think that his love for collecting cultivation techniques was some special quirk.

After putting the wooden box into the black silk bracelet, Ye Feng planned to leave.

I opened the window and shouted loudly, "Sanzhier, let's go, let's go..."

"where are you going?"

"I'm planning to open a treasure shop in Xianling Valley. I'm currently renovating it. Ling'er and the others should be here. It's already afternoon, so I'm going to Xianling Valley to take a look at how the shop is being renovated."

Shen Tianqi looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression.

I really don’t know whether he is lively and cheerful, or heartless, or just an idiot whose head has been pinched by a big iron gate.

Having just been attacked by three assassins this morning, this guy didn't seem to be affected at all.

Someone wanted to kill him, but he didn't care about it at all. He even had the mind to take a look at the decoration of the shop.

At this time, Sanzhier had already appeared on the bamboo table under the bamboo building.

Ye Feng turned around and prepared to ask Shen Tianqi to leave, but saw Shen Tianqi looking at him with a complicated expression.

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Goddess, why are you staring at me with such a strange look? It makes my heart flutter!"

Looking at Ye Feng's despicable appearance, Shen Tianqi was speechless.

She grabbed the veil from the table and put it back on her face.

"You go to the Fairy Valley. I'm going back to Yumu Peak first."

"Oh, then be careful. Don't tell anyone about what happened today! Also, I have a competition tomorrow morning! Remember to come and watch!"

Shen Tianqi did not respond. He pushed the door open and walked out of the bamboo building, then flew directly towards the south on his sword.

Ye Feng closed the bamboo door and flew towards the Fairy Valley in the northeast direction with San Zhier in his arms.

Miss Mozhu stood in front of the ancestral hall, watching two strange lights flying in two different directions.

She seemed a little angry.

Turning back to Dugu Chan in the ancestral hall, he said, "These two little guys are so rude. You taught them a technique and they didn't even say thank you. It's almost dusk, Ye Feng should at least make you a nice meal."

Dugu Chan said: "Don't worry, there is still a long way to go, this kid will ask me for help in many places.

Miss Mozhu, I want you to help me with something tonight."

"What's the matter?" Mo Zhu was a little surprised, then said, "I am the spirit in the painting. I can't leave the ancient painting too far away."

Dugu Chan took out the glass bottle that old man Zhuge gave him that night from his arms. The mysterious liquid inside was still shaking slowly.

He said slowly: "It's okay. With this bottle of holy water left by Qingyun, you can leave the ancient painting for a long time, and it can also improve your spiritual power."

"Oh, this holy water is so magical? Then what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me find someone in Xianling Valley?"

"Looking for someone? Who?"

"A handsome man who sells noodles at a street stall in Xianling Valley."

Dugu Chan's mouth corners curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.