Evil Master and Disciple

Qin Luo stood in front of the noodle stall, looking at the direction where Miss Mozhu was going away. His eyes were complicated, his expression changed, and his fists were clenched. It was obvious that he was very emotional.

Ye Feng watched quietly from the side.

The old ancestor's identity is not ordinary. There must be a reason why he asked Miss Mozhu to bring a message to Qin Luo.

He slowly frowned, feeling that the reason why the ancestor asked Mo Zhu to find Qin Luo was related to the spiritual tablet he brought this afternoon.

While Ye Feng was lost in thought, Chen Xiaodi said, "Uncle Qin, Master Ye, it's time for me to go back."

Qin Luo came back to his senses and said, "Well, Xiaodi, you have a lot of silver and fairy fungus on you, so be careful on the road."

"I see!"

Chen Xiaodi, carrying a bag full of silver and fairy fungus, waved to the two of them, then ran towards the south of Xianling Valley and soon disappeared into the night.

But Ye Feng did not leave.

His eyes kept rolling.

Qin Luo seemed to realize something and said, "Master Ye, do you have anything else to do?"

"No..." Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Uncle Qin, do you also know the ancestor in the back mountain?"

Qin Luo was not at all surprised by Ye Feng's words.

Ye Feng's eldest disciple, Fatty Yulong, was punished by the headmaster to go to the back mountain for three months. He said that he didn't know the identity of the old man guarding the ancestral hall in the back mountain. Who would believe him?

Qin Luo said: "Yes, I know him. Mr. Ye, our store is closed. You should go back and rest early, so as not to delay tomorrow's competition."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "My opponent tomorrow, Chu Tianxiong, is not even within my sight. Uncle Qin, I want to talk to you."

Qin Luo was stunned and said, "Talk to me? You have lost your memory, so there should be nothing to talk about between us."

"Really? If there was nothing good to talk about, you wouldn't have reminded Senior Brother Lin yesterday."

Qin Luo looked at Ye Feng deeply and said, "Then let's have a couple of drinks."

Qin Luo turned and walked to the stove, cut a large plate of beef, and then walked over with a pot of wine.

For the first time, Ye Feng discovered that the Uncle Qin in front of him was actually a drunkard.

He kept drinking, one glass after another.

Perhaps he has been relying on alcohol to escape life all these years.

Ye Feng really wanted to find the master uncle in the Soul Sea to ask about Qin Luo's past.

In the end, I didn't do it.

Ever since he accepted the task from the fat master, his mind has not entered the Sea of ​​Souls again. Even after being attacked twice today, he did not ask the master.

Because he had to deal with the people who had followed Master Uncle back then, he didn't know how to face Master Uncle.

After Qin Luo drank the eighth glass of wine, he finally spoke.

But he was not open and honest with Ye Feng, nor did he call Ye Feng "Young Master Ye".

Instead, he asked, "Xiaofeng, why do you always help Chen Xiaodi?"

Ye Feng said, "I told you last night that Chen Xiaodi looks a lot like a friend I knew a long time ago."

"Oh, really? Didn't you lose your memory?"

"Uh...it's not important. Just think of it as my dream friend."

Qin Luo's eyes became a little deep, and he stared deeply into Ye Feng's somewhat evasive eyes.

He said slowly: "You...you really lost your memory?"

Ye Feng said, "Yes, my memory only stops at six months ago, but I often have a dream in which Chen Xiaodi looks a lot like a friend who appeared in my dream."

Qin Luo smiled, seemingly not believing Ye Feng's nonsense.

He said slowly, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I want to remind you to be careful recently. The Yunhai Sect is not as peaceful as it seems."

"I know, it's just that what I said to An Nian in the square this morning angered a lot of people, I don't care.

Uncle Qin, we are old acquaintances. Can you tell me, are you also angry when you hear what I said? As far as I know, you followed the master uncle back then.

Qin Luo slowly shook his head and said, "What's there to be angry about? Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. There's nothing much to say about this, but... hey..."

He sighed deeply, then picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

There was a hint of loneliness and pain in his eyes.

Then he said, "It's just that my disciple Xiao Lian is innocent. She doesn't deserve to die."

Ye Feng's expression changed, and he asked, "Last night you said you had a disciple. How did she die?"

"That was sixty years ago. Xiao Lian was a very outstanding and ambitious girl. It's a pity that she was short-lived and died in Tianyun Mountain not long after she became my disciple."

"Sudden death? Your disciple... Xiao Lian was murdered? Who is the murderer?"

Qin Luo did not answer, but the pain in his eyes became more intense and his face was full of sadness.

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

He could see that Qin Luo valued the fourteen-year-old female disciple very much.

Sixty years have passed, but it's still hard to let go.

Ye Feng didn't want to see Qin Luo suffer too much, so he changed the subject and asked, "Uncle Qin, how did you get to know the old ancestor in the ancestral hall in the back mountain?"

Qin Luo's mouth twitched slightly, he sighed, and said: "That was sixty years ago. Xiao Lian had just passed away at that time. I knew she liked flowers, so I planned to bury her in a valley full of flowers and plants thirty miles northwest of Xianling Valley.

The weather was very bad that night, with raging thunder and lightning and heavy rain. I was digging a pit for her in the valley when suddenly, dozens of figures appeared above my head, chasing an old man.

The old man was seriously injured and was about to be killed when suddenly the ancestor appeared.

The ancestor asked the old man to go first, and he faced dozens of the world's top masters alone, including a land immortal in the Tianzhi realm.

At that time, they were hanging in the night sky above my head. The wind and rain were very strong, and my vision was blurry, so I couldn't see them clearly.

I only heard the ancestor say, "Can you lend me your sword?"

Then, the bamboo sword that I planned to bury with Xiao Lian suddenly flew into the hands of the ancestor.

The ancestor held the bamboo sword in his hand, and with just one move... just one sword... more than ten masters' heads rolled down from the sky.

The immortal on land who reached the end of the sky could not withstand the sword of the ancestor and was seriously injured.

In the battle that night, only the land immortal escaped.

Then the ancestor fell from the sky and landed in front of me.

It was then that I remembered that the old man in front of me was the old man in the ancestral hall. I had been to the ancestral hall several times before and had seen him. I just didn't expect that he was actually the ancestor of my Yunhai Sect, Dugu Jianshen.

The ancestor returned the bamboo sword to me and asked me how Xiao Lian died.

After learning about the identity of my ancestor, I told him and knelt down to ask him to seek justice for me.

The old ancestor said that he had not been involved in the affairs of the sect for a long time, but today he lent my disciple's sword to repel the enemy, and he would repay this favor.

Sixty years have passed, and I thought my ancestor had long forgotten about it, but unexpectedly... he still remembered it."

Ye Feng seemed to understand, and he felt that he had accidentally found a breakthrough point.

As a loser who once followed Master Uncle, Qin Luo must have come into contact with that group of people.

It is even possible that Qin Luo is one of that group of people.

The death of his disciple, a girl named Xiao Lian, must be closely related to that group of people.

Qin Luo knew who the murderer was, and he wanted to ask his ancestors to help him get justice.

But the ancestor seemed to have some concerns and did not agree at that time.

Today, he brought the spirit tablet and was attacked by that group of people in the dense forest. The ancestor felt that he could not stand idly by, otherwise the Yunhai Sect would most likely suffer a heavy blow.

He decided to take action.

His target should be the murderer who killed Qin Luo's disciple that year.

That's why the ancestor asked Miss Mozhu to come over and ask Qin Luo if the bamboo sword was still there? In fact, he was telling Qin Luo that he was going to solve the matter.

But Ye Feng didn't expect that his ancestor had killed so many masters sixty years ago.

Ye Feng looked at Qin Luo and suddenly asked, "Uncle Qin, are you one of them?"

Qin Luo's complicated expression froze instantly.

He picked up his glass and drank, trying to hide his change of expression.

Ye Feng said: "Since the ancestor has come to you, then I completely trust you. Even if you are not one of them, you definitely know something."

Qin Luo looked at Ye Feng and said hoarsely: "Sometimes I really can't be sure whether you have lost your memory or not."

"I really have amnesia."

"Then how do you know...how do you know all this? Could it be that everything that's happened recently is really a setup?"

Ye Feng grinned and said, "I don't know whether it's a game or not, I only know that I'm a bait."

"Bait, I understand... I understand..."

Qin Luo seemed to understand everything at this moment.

Then he said, “If you hadn’t lost your memory, perhaps this matter would have ended long ago.”

Ye Feng asked: "Have we met before?"

"Of course, I gave you the spirit tablet to hide."

"what?"

Ye Feng's expression suddenly changed and he stood up.

This is a shocking secret.

He always thought that the spirit tablet was stolen by the original owner from that group of people.

Only now did he realize that the spirit tablet was actually given to him by Qin Luo.

Qin Luo glanced around. Fortunately, it was late at night and there were not many people in the Fairy Valley. Otherwise, Ye Feng's sudden action would definitely attract other people's attention.

Qin Luo asked Ye Feng to sit down and said, "Have you handed over the spirit tablet you took from the Elephant Tomb today to the Sect Leader?"

If the ancestor had not sent Mo Zhu to find Qin Luo today, Ye Feng would have run away by now.

At this moment, he was completely sure that Qin Luo was one of those people.

After Ye Feng sat down, he said softly, "Uncle Qin, you even know what happened to me at the Elephant Tomb this morning?"

Qin Luo said: "Well, I just didn't expect that you would disguise the spirit tablet as the elephant's tombstone. I have to say, you hid it very well.

All the things I did were to avenge Xiao Lian. I used to think it was very difficult, but now that my ancestors have intervened in this matter, everything has become simple.

Although you have lost your memory, our plan was successful."

"We? Our plan?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Luo nodded and said, "Yes, that was our plan more than a year ago. Unfortunately, after the Spiritual Stele was lost, they have always been suspicious of me. After you returned to Xingluo Peak in the past six months, they completely stopped trusting me. Today, their operation failed, and they watched you leave with the Spiritual Stele. They told me about it privately and asked me not to say anything more.

They have attempted to assassinate me many times in the past six months, and one of them attacked me last night.

It’s a pity that I, Qin Luo, am also quite capable and they have failed in their assassination attempts many times.

Now I don't have to pretend anymore, I can live openly and honestly in the light, and I will let these people be buried with Xiao Lian."

Qin Luo clenched his fist and hit the wooden table in front of him hard.

With a bang, the wooden table shattered into sawdust.

Seeing this, Ye Feng quickly hid aside.

I was afraid that this handsome uncle, blinded by hatred, would take a picture of me as his enemy.

Seeing that Qin Luo did not make any further moves, Ye Feng asked, "Uncle Qin, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to see the ancestors."

"You should go find him. I just handed the spirit tablet to the ancestor this afternoon. I guess it was because of the spirit tablet that the ancestor decided to help you get revenge."

"Oh, you didn't give it to the Sect Leader?"

"The Sect Master was watching the competition in the Cloud Sea Hall. The situation was critical, so I had no choice but to go find the ancestor."

"You did the right thing. With our ancestors here to take charge, these clowns will be wiped out soon."

Ye Feng always felt strange when he heard this.

A clown? It seems that Uncle Qin is one of them... Isn't this just scolding himself?

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