Evil Master and Disciple

It’s late at night and the breeze is blowing gently.

The five elders of Yunhai were discussing the sect's important affairs in the ancestral temple, and Ye Feng and Yun Shuang'er were speechless.

They seemed to have not yet recovered from the previous embarrassment.

They looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, Yun Shuang'er spoke softly, "Xiao Feng, you still don't look very well. You should meditate first to recover your spiritual strength."

Ye Feng nodded.

That sleep only restored about 30% to 40% of his spiritual power, which was still far from returning to its peak state.

"Are you going back?"

"Well, it's almost dawn. I'm worried that those seniors will make fun of us again after they come out of the ancestral hall. I'd better go back first."

Ye Feng watched Yun Shuang'er summon the Hanxi Sword and suddenly said, "Shuang'er."

Yun Shuang'er asked, "What's wrong?"

She looked at Ye Feng with a cold gaze that contained a hint of tenderness and expectation.

Ye Feng opened his mouth, then shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing. Be careful when flying the sword, don't fall down."

The expectation in Yun Shuang'er's eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hint of loss.

She said calmly, "You'd better take care of yourself."

As he spoke, he stepped on the Hanxi Sword and turned into a white light that shot up into the sky and shot towards the Xingluo Peak in the east.

At that moment just now, if Ye Feng had said, "Shuang'er, don't go...", Yun Shuang'er would have definitely fallen completely in love with this relationship.

However, Ye Feng did not say it out loud.

This made Yun Shuang'er look a little disappointed.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly as he watched the white light rapidly disappearing into the distance, and couldn't help but slap himself lightly.

"I was a coward in my previous life, and I'm still a coward now. I deserve to be single... I'm such a failure."

Ye Feng called Yun Shuang'er just now, actually he wanted to keep Yun Shuang'er, chat with her, and watch the sunrise. Maybe he could continue the previous activity with Yun Shuang'er as the fat master said, and maybe the problem of his first kiss would be solved before dawn.

However, when he saw Yun Shuang'er's beautiful face and clear eyes, he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

He felt like a complete failure.

When facing the girl I like, I become thin-skinned.

This is totally inconsistent with his nickname of "bullying men and women".

He just saw the anticipation in Yun Shuang'er's expression.

But he still backed off.

Ye Feng looked around and found that he was the only one left.

He wanted to sneak over and eavesdrop on what the Fat Master and the others were saying in the ancestral temple.

Think about it and forget it.

What they were discussing must be a confidential topic, perhaps related to cleaning up the house.

With my thin arms and legs, I dare not get involved.

Now that the leader and others have started to deal with that group of people, he is no longer of much use as bait.

He now only needs to do two things well. One is the issue of Junior Sister Ling'er's Taoist name, and the other is the opening of the shop.

Glancing in the direction of the ancestral temple, Ye Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, then turned and walked up to the bamboo building, sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, silently reciting the mantra of the Soul Refining Method in his mind, and began to restore the power of his soul.

Its daybreak.

Before dawn, the five elders left the ancestral temple.

Although there are undercurrents in the Yunhai Sect now, the most important thing at the moment is the magic battle competition.

Even if we want to clean up the sect, we have to wait until the battle is over and all the sent disciples have left.

After daybreak, the Yin energy was gradually covered by the Yang energy, and Ye Feng slowly stopped practicing.

After a quick introspection, he found that his spiritual power had recovered to about 60% to 70%.

This soul refining can recover much faster than sleeping.

The spiritual power that Ye Feng recovered from five or six hours of deep sleep was less than that recovered from one hour of meditation.

If Ye Feng meditates for a few more hours tonight, his spiritual power will be restored to its peak state.

Ye Feng pushed the door open and walked down the bamboo building. From a distance, he saw Miss Mozhu holding a broom and sweeping the dust and fallen leaves on the bluestone path with a tired look on her face.

Seeing Ye Feng coming down from the bamboo building, Miss Mozhu seemed stunned.

Ye Feng extended his hand and said hello, "Good morning, Mozhu Ghost."

"What's good about that... My head hurts so badly, and I'm still hungover, and I have to go out and sweep the streets."

"Forehead."

Ye Feng remembered that when he and his fat master came to look for the ancestor the night before, he saw Mo Zhu sleeping in the ancestral hall with a red face.

At that time, Ye Feng guessed that the female ghost was drunk.

He walked over to Mo Zhu and asked curiously, "It seems that your body has really changed a lot. It's no different from a real person. Not only can you eat, but you can also drink! Look at your tired and yawning expression now... Who would dare to say that you are a ghost? Do you want me to help you carefully examine your body?"

Mo Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Get lost... You little brat, but you have a lot of ideas. You just want to see the girl's body!"

Ye Feng laughed and argued cunningly, "You misunderstood me again. I just wanted to see how magical the bottle of holy water left by Senior Qingyun is. It can actually turn a ghost into a human!"

Mo Zhu's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said, "The life force in my body has begun to dissipate. I estimate that it will completely disappear in two or three days. By then, I will become a female ghost again."

Ye Feng was surprised and said, "Is there such a thing? It's okay. I remember that Senior Qingyun left behind a large bottle of holy water. I will go to the ancestor to ask for some holy water later, and then give it to you to drink."

"Okay, if you can borrow the holy water from old man Dugu and give it to me to help me prolong my physical vitality, I will let you examine my body carefully!"

"It's a deal! No cheating!"

Ye Feng was overjoyed.

Mo Zhu waved his broom and said, "Let's talk about it after you get the holy water. Go, go, don't delay my work."

At this time, Dugu Chan's old figure appeared on a path not far to the south.

He said slowly: "Brat, come here."

Ye Feng immediately ran towards Dugu Chan happily.

When he got closer, Ye Feng was suddenly stunned to see Dugu Chan holding a bamboo sword in his hand.

He had seen this sword before. It was the one Qin Luo held in his severed hand before he died.

Yesterday, when Ye Feng and Hong Jiu were talking in the ancestral hall, they saw the ancestor bring back the bamboo sword and place it on the altar.

"Grandfather, I was just about to talk to you about something serious! I remember that Senior Qingyun has a lot of holy water in that bottle. Can you lend me some? Just now, the ghost girl Mozhu said that if I could give her a few drops of holy water to prolong her physical body, she would let me help her carefully examine her body..."

Dugu Chan was speechless.

This kid actually stated his purpose of wanting the holy water so openly.

If his purpose is upright and to save the world, it is understandable.

The key point is that he wanted to take off Mo Zhu's clothes and help him check his body.

Such a dirty thought can be said without blushing or beating heart.

How did this guy do it?

Is this guy really shameless?

Or, in his opinion, examining a girl's body is a serious matter?

Dugu Chan's lips did not move, but his voice slowly echoed in Ye Feng's mind.

"We'll talk about the holy water later. I called you here because you're in danger right now. I plan to teach you a simple sword technique that might save your life in the future."

"Teach me the sword technique? Okay! Okay!"

Ye Feng is a martial arts collection enthusiast. As long as it is a martial arts technique or magical power, he is happy to collect it.

What's more, the ancestor said that this set of sword techniques might be able to save his life in the future.

Then you must learn it.

You have to study even if you don’t eat!

Dugu Chan's voice seemed to explode from Ye Feng's soul. This method of transmitting sound secretly was very clever. No one could hear it except Ye Feng.

Dugu Chan was seen slowly dancing the bamboo sword in his hand. At the same time, Dugu Chan's desolate voice kept ringing in Ye Feng's mind, explaining the essence of sword techniques and the formulas for practice.