Evil Master and Disciple

Late at night, the lights in the sky have become much less.

It seems so peaceful.

On Lotus Peak, An Nian was sparring with two junior sisters in the courtyard.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky. The visitor was very polite and did not land directly in the yard, but landed outside the low gate on the east side.

An Nian put away the magic sword and frowned slightly.

Few people come to Lotus Peak, especially at night.

Miao Wanshu went up and opened the gate of the courtyard.

A middle-aged man dressed in black, with deep eyes and a thin figure walked in.

An Nian asked, "Who are you? What brings you to Lotus Peak?"

An Nian considered herself knowledgeable and experienced, and she knew almost all the elders and seniors of the Yunhai Sect.

But he had never seen this thin middle-aged man before.

The middle-aged man bowed to An Nian and the others in the courtyard, then slowly said, "I'm here to look for Fairy Yumian."

"Looking for my master?"

An Nian looked the middle-aged man up and down.

Then he gave Miao Wanshu a look.

Miao Wanshu understood and turned to walk towards the room of her master, Fairy Yumian.

After knocking on the door, he said, "Master, someone is looking for you."

"who is it."

"The person who came didn't say anything."

Fairy Yumian's voice slowly came from the room: "No!"

Her voice was so clear that everyone in the yard could hear it.

An Nian looked at the man in black and said, "You heard it too. My master said he wouldn't see me."

The man in black said, "Senior Sister Yumian, I am Futu, are you really not going to see me?"

A moment later, the door opened and Fairy Yumian, dressed in plain clothes, looked at the man in black in the moonlight with a surprised expression.

"Buddha?! It's really you!"

The man in black nodded slowly, walked forward, and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister Yumian."

Fairy Yumian had a strange look on her face.

She looked deeply at the man named Futu and said, "It's been three hundred years. I almost forgot you existed. You came to Lotus Peak in person. It seems that something big happened."

The Buddha smiled faintly and said, "I just came to pass on a message."

"What?"

Fu Tu glanced around.

Fairy Yumian nodded and said, "Come in and tell me."

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even be able to meet Fairy Yumian, let alone be led into her room.

But Buddha is an exception.

Few people in the Yunhai Sect have seen the true face of the Buddha Mount Lu.

Fairy Yumian has a special identity and knows the identity of Futu.

After Fu Tu entered the room, Fairy Yu Mian closed the door and activated the soundproof barrier.

"It's been three hundred years, and your appearance hasn't changed at all."

The black-robed Buddhist monk smiled faintly and said, "Senior Sister, you are too kind."

"Who is your senior sister? Shadow is a faction of its own in the Yunhai Sect, and you should be older than me. Tell me, why did Second Senior Brother ask you to come to me?"

"The headmaster asked me to bring a message to you, Senior Sister. Tonight at midnight, we will go to the ancestral mausoleum in the back mountain."

"What? The leader wants to see me?"

"Well, I've got your message. I'm leaving now."

"and many more……"

Fairy Yumian asked, "Besides me, who else did Second Senior Brother look for?"

The black-robed Buddha hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Several disciples of the old master have passed on the message."

"Second Senior Brother also looked for Yulin?" Fairy Yumian's expression changed.

The black-robed Buddhist monk nodded slowly and said, "I came to you first. I'm going to Tiankui Peak to convey the Sect Leader's words to Senior Brother Yulin."

"and many more……"

"Senior Sister, do you have any other instructions?"

Fairy Yumian asked with a complicated expression, "What happened?"

The black-robed Buddhist monk shook his head and said, "It's already against the rules to reveal to you who the Sect Leader met tonight. As for what happened, Senior Sister will know when she gets there."

After saying this, the black-robed Buddha opened the door and walked out.

The three female disciples outside the door were surprised.

Because the man in black entered the master's room and came out very quickly.

The black-robed Buddha ignored the three female disciples and flew directly towards the east.

An Nian walked into Fairy Yumian's room and asked, "Master, who is that person?"

Fairy Yumian said slowly: "He is the leader of the three divisions of the Shadow Hall."

"Shadow Hall Three Divisions?"

An Nian naturally knew what the Shadow Hall was for, and her pretty face changed slightly.

Tiankui Peak.

Hong Jiu was practicing in the house, while Master Yulin stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the stars and bright moon above his head.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he said, "Since you are here, there is no need to hide. Show yourself."

Amidst a dark cloud, a black-robed pagoda slowly emerged.

The Buddha clasped his fists towards Master Yulin and said, "Senior Brother Yulin's cultivation has surpassed that of the past. This is truly cause for celebration."

"It's you?"

Yulin's expression darkened slightly, and then he asked, "What do you want from me, Master?"

The black-robed Buddhist monk said calmly, "Tonight at midnight, the old master's mausoleum in the back mountain will be waiting for you there."

"I understand." Yulin simply replied with these three words.

No one asked who else was there or what happened.

The black-robed pagoda nodded silently, clasped his fists in salute, and then his body gradually became transparent, as if it had merged with the air, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Master Yulin raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Hiding in the shadows... truly brilliant."

Back mountain, bamboo forest.

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was pitch black.

But the familiar smell in the air told him that he was in the bamboo building in the back mountain.

I slept from noon until almost three o'clock in the morning.

I didn't want to wake up.

But I keep having erotic dreams, and the heroine in my dreams, Sister Shuang'er, asks for too much.

He was quite brutal at the beginning.

Later, Yun Shuang'er became quite cruel.

Ye Feng could only end this beautiful yet embarrassing dream.

Lying on the bed, I sighed in my heart, the cultivators in this world are so amazing, their dreams are so real.

Before, I just felt dizzy because I had consumed too much spiritual power.

After sleeping for a few hours, my body felt like it was plowing ten acres of barren land with an iron plow, and almost every joint felt a dull pain.

The fatigue in the dream actually manifested itself in the body, which made Ye Yefeng speechless.

Suddenly, Ye Feng heard a strange noise outside.

He shook his head a few times and then got out of bed.

When Ye Feng opened the window and looked out, he was stunned.

Under the watery moonlight, Yun Shuang'er, dressed in white, was squatting in front of Ye Feng's special stove, making a fire and cooking.

I don’t know how long it took to cook, but the air was filled with a faint aroma of rice porridge.

Ye Feng asked in surprise: "Shuang'er, are you still here?"

Yun Shuang'er heard the sound and looked up to see Ye Feng in front of the window.

A blush immediately appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Are you awake? I'm hungry, and you've been sleeping the whole time... so I made some porridge myself. Do you want to drink some?"

Yun Shuang'er felt that this excuse was very reasonable and Ye Feng would definitely not doubt it.

Ye Feng looked at Yun Shuang'er, whose face was slightly red and looked guilty.

A warm feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

He flipped down from the window and landed beside Yun Shuang'er, saying, "Shuang'er, have you been taking care of me here all this time?"

"No...no, you were sleeping and didn't need any care. I...I just said I was hungry. You were sleeping the whole time, so I made some porridge for myself. Do you want to drink some?"

Yun Shuang'er was like a tape recorder, repeating every word she had just said.

She had rehearsed these words dozens of times in her mind, and when she said them now, there was indeed no "artificiality" at all, and they were as smooth as flowing water.

But she herself didn't notice that the blush on her face was getting deeper because of her guilty conscience.

Ye Feng, the straight man, finally grew up and did not expose Yun Shuang'er's lies to her face.

He chuckled and said, "I'm really hungry. Is the porridge ready?"

"Well, it's almost done! I'll give you a bowl to try."

"Okay."

Ye Feng didn't do anything, Yun Shuang'er was in charge of everything.

The porridge is good, and it definitely takes quite a while to cook.

Ye Feng looked at the rice porridge in the bowl in front of him, took a deep sniff, and praised: "It smells so good, Shuang'er, I didn't expect your porridge to be so good."

"I've never been through it before, but I've seen you do it a few times... You should try it."

Looking at Yun Shuang'er's handsome and flawless face in the moonlight, Ye Feng suddenly remembered a poem.

I've never touched water before, but I'm here to make soup for you.

Ye Feng is the first and only man in the world to taste the millet porridge cooked by Yun Shuang'er herself.