Evil Master and Disciple

Yun Shuang'er spent more than an hour cooking this pot of porridge, and it tasted pretty good.

Although she had never cooked before, she had seen pigs run even if she hadn't eaten pork.

The female disciples of Mozhuxuan usually like to eat light food such as rice porridge. Yun Shuang'er has been eating at Mozhuxuan whenever there is food.

In addition, in the past six months, she had seen Ye Feng cooking porridge many times in the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Ye Feng also told her that boiling and stewing are different, and the skill of making porridge is just one word: stirring.

Stir constantly to fully release the aroma of millet.

As long as the heat is right and the number and frequency of stirring are right, even if the raw materials are only water and rice without any additives, you can make a pot of fragrant porridge.

Ye Feng was overworked both mentally and physically today, and was really hungry. He ate three bowls of rice porridge in one breath, and the hunger in his stomach was reduced a little.

Fortunately, Ye Feng didn’t bring Sanzhier today, otherwise he probably wouldn’t even be able to eat half full.

Looking at Ye Feng eating and drinking crazily, Yun Shuang'er actually felt a little satisfied in her heart.

No matter how high her cultivation level is, how cold her personality is, or how beautiful she is, she cannot escape the fact that she is a woman.

The meal that I worked so hard to prepare is enjoyed by the man I like. This sense of satisfaction is comparable to the joy of overcoming one difficulty after another during the practice of cultivation.

When Ye Feng scraped out the last bit of millet porridge in the casserole and ate it, the midnight snack came to an end.

"thank you."

This was the only sentence Ye Feng could think of.

Yun Shuang'er shook her head slightly and said, "You cooked so much for me before. It's nothing for you to eat a few bowls of millet porridge from me tonight."

Ye Feng scratched his head and nodded, "That's true."

Then Ye Feng stood up and began to clean up the dishes on the bamboo table.

Yun Shuang'er sat on the recliner and suddenly said, "Ye Feng, although more than two hundred years have passed since the grudges of the older generation, those uncles and aunts are still alive. It would be disadvantageous for you to contact Hong Jiu.

I don't know what secrets you have between you, but I always feel that you might be exploited by someone with bad intentions.

It's hard to paint the bones of a tiger, but it's hard to paint its skin. You can't help but be on guard against people who look like you, but you can't be on guard against them.

Ye Feng shrugged and said, "Don't worry, I have only misjudged three people in my life. Hong Jiu... I will not be wrong."

Yun Shuang'er's eyes flickered as she said, "How old are you? How dare you talk about a lifetime? People are treacherous... Which three people did you misjudge?"

Women all love gossip.

Yun Shuang'er was very curious about who Ye Feng had mistakenly identified the three people.

Will he have himself?

Ye Feng stopped what he was doing and sat down at the bamboo table.

He said with a smile: "The first person I misjudged was Thunder Hand Wen Tailai."

"Thunder Hand? Wen Tailai? That's an impressive name, but why haven't I heard of this Wen Tailai?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "His profession is to referee a martial arts ring fight. While presiding over a highly anticipated fight, his clothes were shattered. He is obviously a master among masters. It's a pity that he was knocked out by a single punch from the karate master..."

"Oh, Elder Judge, who was the second person you misjudged?"

"Iron legs float on water."

"What a strange name! Is this person's close combat leg skills and flying skills extraordinary?"

"It's more than amazing! It's... absolutely amazing! He was a prisoner, about to be executed, and he flew away with a whoosh... Then there was another whoosh, and then a bang... Blood splattered the sky, and pieces of flesh covered the ground. It was tragic!"

"What do you mean?" Yun Shuang'er looked curious.

“It just exploded.”

"Exploded? Oh, then who was the third person you mistook?"

"The Red Flower Society's leader, the leader of the Iron-Blooded Youth Corps, Chen Jialuo. He's handsome and possesses exceptional martial arts skills. Every time he appears, flowers pave the way, the Iron-Blooded Youth Corps leads the way, and he soars through the air, swords and spears at his feet... To describe him in one word, it's "handsome."

What a pity, he was beaten to death by Ma Ning'er within three seconds of appearing on the stage..."

Ye Feng was in a very heavy mood today.

After chatting with Yun Shuang'er for a while, I felt much better, and the heaviness and oppression brought by Qin Luo's death also eased a lot.

Seeing the smile on Ye Feng's face, Yun Shuang'er felt a strange feeling in her heart.

As long as Ye Feng is happy, she is happy.

Yun Shuang'er said, "The three people you mentioned are so strange."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Yes, it's very strange. I have experienced too many strange things and met too many strange people.

Apart from these three people, I have never misjudged anyone in my life, so don't worry, Hong Jiu will not harm me.

Hong Jiu and I are currently handling a trivial matter, and we should have a result soon."

Yun Shuang'er stared at Ye Feng's cheek and hummed softly.

The two were talking about love... no, they were talking about everything under the sun, and before they knew it, it was already around midnight.

The bamboo forest was quiet; the only sounds could be heard: the rustling of bamboo leaves and the low hum of unknown leaf insects.

Deep in the bamboo forest, the Taoist and immortal Master Yun Yi stood in front of the wordless monument with his hands behind his back, his eyes a little wandering.

Everything that is happening in the Yunhai Sect now is actually related to the eldest brother who is buried here.

It has been almost three hundred years, and Master Yun Yi has actually relaxed his vigilance, but he didn't expect that there are still people who are unwilling to give in.

Master Yun Yi had not originally planned to meet with his fellow junior brothers and sisters before taking action.

But Shadow reported that Ye Feng and Hong Jiu were involved.

This made Master Yun Yi feel vaguely uneasy.

He knew Ye Feng's identity.

He was worried that others would know Ye Feng's identity.

Therefore, Master Yun Yi planned to call Yulin and Yumian over to test them before taking action.

If these two people were really involved in this matter, Master Yun Yi would most likely not kill them.

After all, they are senior and junior brothers who grew up together, and the brotherhood they once had cannot be easily severed.

The biggest possibility is to put Yulin and Yumian under house arrest and let them live out their lives in solitude on Tiankui Peak and Lianhua Peak.

There is still a quarter of an hour before midnight and someone has already arrived.

The short and fat Yulong, with a complicated expression on his face, walked towards him from the east.

Seeing the back of Master Yun Yi standing in front of the inscriptionless monument, the fat man stopped and his eyes became hesitant and confused.

Master Yun Yi glanced sideways and said, "Sixth Brother, you're here."

"Um... Second Brother..."

When Fatty Yulong heard Yun Yi's words, his fat body trembled slightly, and then he walked over.

He came to Master Yun Yi's side, looked at the inscriptionless stele, and then looked at the tomb of his master Xuan Fu next to it.

He thought that his second senior brother had already known about his secret excavation of the tomb without words last time, so he asked him to come here tonight.

However, the fat man did not take the initiative to confess his crime.

He said, "Second Brother, you asked me to come here tonight, is there something wrong?"

Master Yun Yi said calmly, "Let's talk about it after they arrive."

"They? Uh?"

Fatty Yulong was slightly stunned, not understanding who the second senior brother was referring to.

After a while, a figure came from the east.

When Fatty Yulong saw the newcomer, he asked in surprise, "Old Four?"

Yu Chenzi was also surprised and asked, "Sixth Brother?"

Yu Chenzi looked at the inscriptionless monument, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

He was in charge of this tomb, so of course he knew that the eldest brother was buried in it.

It's strange why the second brother would stand in front of the eldest brother's grave in front of the sixth brother.

At this moment, Master Yun Yi suddenly spoke up, "Third Junior Brother, Fifth Junior Sister, since you are here, please show yourself. We brothers and sisters haven't gathered together for over two hundred years. Don't you want to come out and see old friends?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two more people walked out of the darkness.

It was Yulin and Yumian.