Evil Master and Disciple

It took a long time for Ye Feng to slowly calm down his inner excitement.

He began to rummage through the house.

In a broken box under the bed, he found a worn wooden scabbard.

I inserted the Purple-Green Sword into it. The length was acceptable, but the handguard of the Purple-Green Sword was a carved ball, which did not fit the groove very well.

So Ye Feng ran to the kitchen again, looking for various tools that could be used, and started to polish the worn-out scabbard.

At this moment, the lights in Huang Ling'er and Master Yulong's room had been turned off.

Ye Feng tinkered in the kitchen alone for a long time and finally polished the broken scabbard. This time the Purple-Green Sword fit perfectly into it.

"Ziqing, my conditions are limited right now, so you have to make do with what you have. When I have time, I'll go and make you a custom scabbard made of the finest rosewood!"

The magic sword vibrated a few times, as if responding to the big promise Ye Feng had made for it.

It was almost late at night, but Ye Feng still didn't feel sleepy.

So Ye Feng started making his flying shoes again.

His requirements for the flying shoes were simple, he just had to fix his legs on the Purple and Green Sword.

When I was rummaging through the boxes earlier, there seemed to be a few pairs of shoes in the box that were in pretty good condition.

What a pity, they were all worn by the original owner and are very tight.

So Ye Feng ran to the kitchen to look for wood again.

After struggling for half the night, I still couldn't make the flying shoes.

In the end, he could only lower his already low requirements and lower the flying shoes to the flying rope.

The so-called flying rope is to find a stronger rope and tie your feet to the sword.

Once the requirements were lowered, the results were indeed significant.

The sky in the east was turning pale, and the diligent Huang Ling'er opened the room.

He saw his senior brother Ye Feng flying around above the yard.

This time Ye Feng's flight was very stable and very fast!

"Big Brother! You really can fly!"

Huang Ling'er shouted happily.

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Junior sister, you're up so early? How about it, isn't my flying style cool? Hahaha! The facts once again prove that I am a genius!"

Fatty Yulong pushed open the door and walked out. He shouted angrily, "You little bastard, you were making a lot of noise in the kitchen last night, and now you're chattering away early in the morning, disturbing my sleep! Do you want a beating?"

Ye Feng quickly lowered his altitude and flew in front of his master.

Huang Ling'er said, "Dad, Senior Brother is really amazing! He was so unfamiliar with flying last night, but now he can fly like the wind!"

"He's nothing, he's a joke!"

"Joke? What joke?"

"You'll know right away."

At this moment, Ye Feng had already landed in front of the two of them, but he did not leap down from the magic sword in a handsome and elegant posture as Huang Ling'er had imagined.

Instead, he fell to the ground and sat down.

Under Huang Ling'er's astonished gaze, the boy began to reach out to untie the rope on his feet.

It was then that Huang Ling'er discovered that the handsome and tall senior brother in her mind had actually tied his feet to the magic sword!

Master Yulong rolled his eyes and said, "I told you your senior brother is a joke!"

"Brother... I've seen other brothers and sisters flying with swords, and they're all so relaxed and free. You... you don't have to tie and untie the ropes every time, do you? That's too much trouble, isn't it?"

Ye Feng said as he untied the rope: "Trouble? If I can fly with a sword, what trouble am I afraid of? Using this method, I can quickly experience the feeling of flying with a sword and chasing the wind and the sun! Otherwise, I will have to practice hard for at least ten days or half a month before I can fly into the sky!

Junior sister, I'll take you for a ride in the sky later!"

"No, no..." Fatty Yulong hurriedly said, "Don't let your second-in-command swordsmanship harm Ling'er. Ling'er has just started practicing and hasn't reached the foundation-building stage yet. If she falls from the sky, it will be no joke!"

"Master, I am your eldest disciple. How can you not trust me?" Ye Feng looked disappointed.

Fatty Yulong said angrily, "It's because I know you too well that I don't believe you!"

Ye Feng was speechless.

He quickly untied the ropes that bound his feet and put the Purple-Green Sword back into the scabbard behind him.

Suddenly, he remembered something and reached out to take out a jade token from his arms.

He stood up and said, "Master, yesterday afternoon, Senior Sister Miao Xiaorou from the Master's sect came over and said she wanted to give Junior Sister Ling'er her inner disciple ID card. I was so busy practicing sword control yesterday that I forgot about it."

Fatty Yulong reached out to take it and took a look at the contents.

It turned out to be the two words "Jingshu" that I liked very much.

He smiled and said, "Changkong is quite efficient. He got Ling'er an ID card so quickly. Not bad~"

Then, Fatty Yulong handed the ID card to Huang Ling'er and said, "Ling'er, this is your only proof of being a disciple of the Yunhai Sect. Keep it well and don't lose it."

Huang Ling'er nodded happily and said, "I understand, Daddy!"

The three of them had just talked for a while when the voices of Fang Tong and Zhuge Benlei were heard outside the courtyard gate.

"Boss! We're here! Are you up yet?"

Fatty Yulong asked suspiciously, "Why did Fantong and Benlei come to see you so early?"

Ye Feng then remembered that when the two of them left yesterday, they said they would take him to the mountaintop square to practice sword-wielding skills.

"Master, they're here to ask me to go to the top of the mountain to practice swordplay!"

"Ok?"

Fatty Yulong showed an incredible expression on his fat face.

He looked Ye Feng up and down.

"So early in the morning, you're going to the top of the mountain to practice? Did I hear you right? You little guys, apart from cheating, stealing, eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking every day, you still think of practicing? The sun doesn't even rise in the west! Are you sick?"

The courtyard gate had been opened by Huang Ling'er.

The three tyrants walked in and just heard what Fatty Yulong said.

So Qi Yao became unhappy.

"Fat Uncle! You're wronging us again! We were young and ignorant before, but now we've all grown up!"

Fang Tongdao said, "Yes, yes, Fatty Uncle, I have reformed myself and become a new man!"

Zhuge Benlei said, "When a man has been away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes. Fat Master, you have been away for more than three years. You don't know the huge changes we have made. You must not judge others by their appearance in the future."

Fatty Yulong laughed and said, "Well, I was wrong! Seeing you little guys suddenly become so motivated, I'm still a little uncomfortable. I like you guys in this state. It's like seeing my younger self!"

Fat Master Uncle is not bragging to you. When your respected Fat Master Uncle was young, he was not only handsome and talented, but also very hardworking.

Every day I would get up before dawn to practice, and after decades of hard work, I finally defeated all the masters in the world and firmly sat on the throne of the world's number one swordsman.

Although Fatty Yulong is vulgar, lustful and has a hot temper, as long as you don't provoke him, he is generally a very nice person, especially in front of the younger generation, he never acts like an elder.

Qi Yao and others called him Fat Uncle Master, but he was not angry. Instead, he enjoyed it.

Zhuge Benlei asked doubtfully, "Is that so? I heard that when Fat Master was young he was the laziest, often teasing fairies and rarely practicing. He was nicknamed the laziest man in Yunhai.

In order to urge you to practice, Master Xuanfu confined you to your room for nearly ten years..."

Qi Yao said: "I've heard of it too!"

"Rumors! Slander! This is because others are jealous of your fat uncle's talent and beauty, and are deliberately slandering me in secret! You little guys, please don't believe it..."

Well, aren't you guys going to the mountaintop square to practice? Go! Take Ling'er with you to see the world... Yaoyao, you take Ling'er with you on your sword, don't let that brat Ye Feng take her... Also, don't cause any trouble!

After saying that, Fatty Yulong turned around and slipped into the room, closing the door.

After entering the house, he started pointing at the beams and cursing, saying that someone was ruining his reputation and that he had no face to live!

Ever since Ye Feng was released from prison, he has been wandering around the mountainside.

He knew that on the top of Xingluo Peak, there was a huge martial arts square and a Yunhai Hall that was considered the most magnificent in the world.

Xingluo Peak is too high. If you climb up it, you will be exhausted to death.

Things are different now, Ye Feng has already learned the art of controlling the sword...

Well, I guess I learned it.

He can travel freely between heaven and earth. Not to mention going to the mountaintop square, even flying to the surrounding floating mountains is easy and stress-free.

Fang Tongdao said, "Boss, you just got the magic sword yesterday, so you probably don't know how to fly yet. Let me carry you up the mountain."

"No need! As your boss, how could I not know how to fly with a sword! I will fly by myself!" Ye Feng waved his hand domineeringly and rejected the little fat man's kindness.

Fang Tong was surprised and said, "Boss, you learned to fly with a sword in just one day? Impossible! Your aptitude is much worse than mine. It took me two full months to fully master flying!"

Ye Feng said, "What do you mean my talent is worse than yours? Your talent is simply incomparable to mine! It only took me one day to master the art of flying with a sword!"

Everyone is doubtful.

Qi Yao said: "Since the boss already knows the sword-controlling technique, let's set off!"

"Wait! Wait a moment..."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Ye Feng suddenly sat on a stool in the yard, drew the rusty sword from his back, and began to tie up...

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"To make my flying shoes! You don't know, if I push the magic sword to fly too fast, I will fall off the sword, so I thought of a good idea. I tied my feet to the sword, so that I can fly freely! What do you think, your boss, I am a genius!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Then the three of them laughed so hard that they rolled on the ground, holding their stomachs.

"Boss, are you embarrassed...? Hahaha...? We are sword immortals... Hahaha... I am dying of laughter!"

"What a shame! I just like flying like this, what's it to you? Give me a little more time, I've already tied one leg! It'll be done in no time!"

Ye Feng is very thick-skinned. Instead of feeling ashamed of his funny behavior, he feels proud of it.

Soon, both feet were fixed on the purple-green sword.

With a thought, the purple-green divine sword slowly rose up.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I'm ready! Let's go to heaven!"