Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng looked at the ancestor very tiredly.

The feeling his ancestor gave him today was completely different from before.

An indescribable aura of solemnity emanated from the old and withered body of the ancestor.

It made Ye Feng a little frightened.

Dugu Chan narrowed his cloudy eyes, looked at Hong Jiu with a humble expression, and nodded slowly.

"It's best if Yulin isn't involved. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the heart to deal with him. Please tell your master a few words for me."

Hong Jiudao: "What are your instructions?"

"Tell that heartless guy Yulin, it's been almost three hundred years, why hasn't he come to pay his respects to me once? Does he think I'm dead?"

Hong Jiu's face changed slightly. He wanted to explain for his master, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

It’s not that he didn’t have the courage to face the ancestor, but he suddenly felt that there was something more to his ancestor’s words.

The old ancestor was not blaming the master for not paying him respects for hundreds of years, but wanted the master to come to the back mountain when he had time.

Hong Jiu nodded and said, "I will definitely convey every word of our ancestor's words to my master."

Dugu Chan nodded slowly, then looked at Ye Feng.

He frowned slightly and said, "Why is your spirit so weak?"

Ye Feng's double eyelids were drooping, and he was trying hard to stay awake so as not to fall asleep while standing.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I used up most of my energy in the Heaven-Slaying Art during the previous fight, so I'm just a little sleepy now."

Dugu Chan rolled his eyes and said, "I told you then that your situation was different from Yun Shuang'er's. You should focus on practicing the Cloud Sea Technique now. The God-Slaying Technique is not suitable for you. Yet, you forced yourself to use this move in the arena.

Fortunately, we were in the ring. If you were fighting a life-or-death battle with your enemy, you would have been too weak to lift your sword after using this move."

"I will keep the teachings of my ancestors in mind. Ah..." Ye Feng couldn't help but yawn.

Dugu Chan still values ​​Ye Feng.

He stretched out his withered hand and pressed it on Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng thought that the ancestor wanted to help him recover his spiritual power, and he was very happy.

But the next moment, an unprecedented strong sense of sleepiness came from his soul.

His eyes rolled back and his body fell to the ground.

"Ancestor..." Hong Jiu couldn't help but let out a low cry when he saw this.

Dugu Chan retracted his hand and shook his head, saying, "He's fine. I just want him to have a good sleep. Take him to the northern bamboo forest first and let him have a good rest."

Upon hearing this, Hong Jiu nodded slowly, picked up Ye Feng, who was as soft as mud, in a princess hug and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Outside the bamboo forest, under the bamboo building.

Yun Shuang'er, dressed in white as white as snow and with a cold temperament, looked at Hong Jiu walking towards her holding Ye Feng.

Yun Shuang'er said coldly: "What did you do to him?"

Hong Jiu glanced at Yun Shuang'er and shook his head, saying, "He's too tired. The ancestor asked him to have a good sleep. Since you're here, that's great. I have things to do and need to rush back to Tiankui Peak. I'll leave Junior Brother Ye to you. Please take good care of him."

As he said that, Hong Jiu placed the sleeping Ye Feng on the bamboo chair under the bamboo building.

Then he turned around and flew away on his sword, without giving Yun Shuang'er any chance to speak.

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng sleeping soundly on the recliner, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

She understood why Ye Feng was like this. It was the aftereffect of using the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.

Ye Feng's cultivation had not reached the Guiyuan realm, and his soul power was not very strong. It was very rare for him to be able to persist until now and fall asleep after activating such a powerful move of the Zhantian Sword Technique.

Looking at Ye Feng's sleeping face, he was quiet, peaceful, and a little handsome, one had to admit.

This is completely different from the cynical, wild boy who laughed and cursed when he woke up.

Yun Shuang'er hesitated for a moment, but still bent down, picked up Ye Feng, and walked up to the bamboo building along the bamboo stone steps.

"Hmm...it smells so good..."

Yun Shuang'er heard Ye Feng's mumbling in his sleep.

Her pretty face blushed slightly, and she lowered her head to glance at Ye Feng who was falling into a deep sleep.

This guy's head kept moving towards the highest point of Yun Shuang'er's body, looking for a comfortable position.

"You bastard, you're still so lustful even though you're already asleep."

Yun Shuang'er cursed under her breath.

She put Ye Feng on the bamboo bed and was about to leave when she saw Ye Feng sleeping on the bamboo bed with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was having a bad dream.

This was not the first time Yun Shuang'er had seen this scene.

More than a month ago, also in this bamboo house, she got Ye Feng drunk and tricked him into revealing things.

Ye Feng, who was drunk and sleeping, was like a frightened deer, constantly muttering "Jing'er"...

For this reason, Yun Shuang'er also specially investigated the female disciples of the younger generation of Yunhai Sect whose names contained the word "Jing".

Seeing Ye Feng's furrowed brows, Yun Shuang'er gently sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Ye Feng's forehead.

"What did you dream about? Was it something scary?"

Yun Shuang'er murmured.

As if feeling the care from the outside world, Ye Feng shook his head slightly.

By the time Yun Shuang'er reacted, her hand had already been grabbed by Ye Feng and rested on his cheek.

Yun Shuang'er suddenly recalled some bad memories.

This is how Ye Feng vomited all the filth on himself last time.

Will Ye Feng suddenly sit up and vomit again this time?

Yun Shuang'er looked alert.

Fortunately, her worries were unnecessary. Last time Ye Feng was drunk, and this time he was just exhausted. They were not the same thing.

Ye Feng slept very deeply, but not peacefully.

Since coming to this world, he has been practicing Taoism, and the power of his soul has been growing stronger. He rarely falls into deep sleep.

When he really fell into a deep sleep, he returned to the familiar world again.

He once again saw his nightmare, Li Jing.

It was a vast ocean, and they struggled hard in the sea. Ye Feng used all his strength to push Li Jing onto a broken plank. Li Jing wanted to pull him, but he had lost all his strength.

Just like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic, he was slowly swallowed by the cold sea water.

Looking at Li Jing's face gradually blurring above the water, at this moment, many memories flashed through Ye Feng's mind.

All belong to him.

There's even a birth scene.

Parents, relatives...

Then there was the girl with ponytails and a floral dress from my teenage years.

At this moment, Ye Feng didn't feel like he was dreaming, everything seemed so real.

When he was about to fall into the dark and cold seabed, when Ye Feng was about to lose all consciousness, a soft, white, and slender hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

Just like a drowning man seeing a straw, the instinct for survival made him grab the slender hand and then struggle hard.

The huge waves hit his cheeks, it hurt so much, but compared to life, what was this little pain?

He held on to that hand tightly, tightly...

I felt like I was pulled out of the abyss of death.

Inside the bamboo house, Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng's hand holding her with a flushed face. No matter how she struggled to break free, even after she slapped him several times, making Ye Feng's handsome face swollen, Ye Feng still did not let go.

She suspected Ye Feng was pretending to be asleep.

He just wants to take advantage of me.

However, you hugged my arm, took advantage of me, and kept calling "Jing'er, Jing'er...", isn't that a bit too much?

"You dreamed about Miao Xiaorou, Shangguan Lan, Tianqi... I can accept that! But who is this Jing'er? Is she the most important woman in your heart?"

Yun Shuang'er felt a little pain in her heart.

In Ye Feng's dream, he was finally pulled out of the water by that slender hand.

Is that Li Jing?

Why is Li Jing's face so blurry?

Gradually, Ye Feng saw the other person's appearance clearly.

She is a woman dressed in white who looks like a fairy.

Her eyes shine like the brightest stars in the sky.

"I'm not Jing'er, I'm Shuang'er, your Shuang'er."

"Shuang'er..."

Ye Feng looked around. The sea disappeared, the boat disappeared, and Li Jing disappeared.

All is gone.

Only himself and the woman in white were left.

A large number of memories instantly flooded into his mind, these were his memories after traveling through time.

Ye Feng's subjective consciousness dominated the dream.

"It turned out to be a dream... Shuang'er, I actually dreamed of you! In my dream, I was very cruel! Shuang'er, here I come..."

He thought it was a wet dream... and decisively followed the usual process of a wet dream.

Inside the bamboo house, Yun Shuang'er's face turned even redder.

Because the boy was not calling Jing'er, but murmuring her name.

That’s right, absolutely right, he was calling the word “Shuang’er”.

Look at the obscene smile on the corner of this kid's mouth. God knows what this kid did to himself in his dream...