Evil Master and Disciple

The girl in yellow was helped into the yard by her two companions. Fatty Yulong put his hand on the girl's wrist, and a wisp of true energy and spiritual consciousness entered the girl's body.

After a while, Fatty Yulong had a general understanding of the yellow-clothed girl's physical injuries.

He frowned slightly and glanced at Ye Feng beside him.

He said angrily: "Stinky boy, didn't you insist on teasing but not forcing women in your attitude towards them before?

Why were they so brutal this time? Not only were my internal organs injured, but my left arm was also broken in several places."

"what?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that the Qi sword he activated would be so powerful.

He quickly said, "Master, I really didn't mean to do that! This was an accident! Please save this little sister."

Although Fatty Yulong indulges in drinking, whoring and gambling, he is not a bad person by nature.

He nodded slightly and said, "Little girl, what is your name and who is your master?"

The yellow-dressed girl hesitated, then timidly said, "I... my name is Xiao Man... I'm just an ordinary servant in the zoo, and I haven't yet become a disciple of any elder."

Master Yulong looked very surprised and looked up and down at the thin girl in yellow in front of him.

Judging from her age, this girl named Xiaoman is younger than Ling'er. It is rare for such a young outer disciple to reach the fourth level of the Sky Control Realm.

You know, these outer disciples are very busy at work. Sometimes they have to boil water for the inner disciples and elders to bathe in the middle of the night.

There is very little time available for cultivation.

His eldest disciple had been with him since he was young, and had just reached the realm of flying at the age of fifteen.

This little girl, without any famous teacher's guidance, only occasionally went to the academy to listen to the lectures of some inner disciples, yet she was able to reach the Flying Sky Realm at such a young age. Her talent is indeed remarkable.

Fatty Yulong sealed several acupuncture points around Miss Xiaoman's left arm, which greatly relieved her pain.

Then he said, "This girl's injuries are serious. Send her to Ling'er's room first. I'll go in and get some spiritual medicine."

Huang Ling'er hurriedly led the way.

Qi Yao tilted her head and looked at the impetuous fat uncle, then looked at the boss Ye Feng who had a guilty look on his face.

She was very puzzled.

He's just an outer servant with no background, so why do you care so much about him?

Qi Yao said: "Boss, you have changed!"

Ye Feng had a question mark on his forehead and asked, "How have I changed?"

Qi Yao asked, "You weren't like this before. Why are you personally sending an outer sect disciple back to see Fatty Uncle for treatment?"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly.

"Fourth Brother, you have to remember, we are tyrants, not bad guys, and certainly not without conscience or affection. I did hurt that girl unintentionally. If I can't even take this little responsibility, am I still a man?"

A hint of thought and doubt flashed across Qi Yao's bright eyes.

I think what the boss said makes sense.

However, I still feel that Ye Feng has changed a lot now.

At this time, Fatty Yulong had already taken two porcelain bottles from the house and walked into Huang Ling'er's room.

Soon, Miss Xiaoman's two companions left the room.

These two companions were not very good looking. In the Yunhai Sect where there were so many beautiful women, they could only be considered below average.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the fabric of the clothes he wore was the common hemp cloth worn by outer disciples.

Like Miss Xiaoman, they are all menial disciples who have not yet formally joined the inner sect.

However, the two of them were not very old and had already reached the realm of flying. It was estimated that it would not take long before, even if they were not chosen by an elder to be accepted as a true disciple, they should be able to become a registered disciple.

One of the round-faced girls said, "Brother Ye, it's almost noon, and the zoo is about to get busy. We have to hurry back, otherwise we will be punished by the deacon.

Elder Yulong is currently healing Little Sister Xiaoman and cannot leave for the time being, so he can only stay here for now."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Well, you guys go back and do your work first. I will take good care of Miss Xiaoman."

The two women bowed slightly, walked out of Fengling Residence, then each took out their magic sword and flew towards the east.

Qi Yao said, "Boss, since there's nothing else to do, I'll go back to the square to find the second and third brothers!"

"Okay, go ahead, but don't cause any trouble!"

Qi Yao scratched her head and muttered as she walked out, "Don't cause trouble? Is that what the boss said? Why does the boss seem like a different person after losing his memory this time? Has he really turned over a new leaf and gone from a bully to a good one?"

After seeing everyone off, Ye Feng walked into Junior Sister Ling'er's room.

It was similar to his humble room, the only extra piece of furniture was a dressing table placed on the side of the wooden bed near the window.

The dressing table is very new and has a mirror on it, not a bronze mirror, but a glass mirror. It is very classy and seems so out of place in this shabby room.

The little girl was lying on the bed, her face pale, gritting her teeth and persevering.

Fatty Yulong is adjusting her bones.

After the broken bones were connected, wooden boards and bandages were taken out to fix them.

Although Yulong sealed several meridian points on Xiaoman's left arm, the bone-setting process still made people feel very painful.

But the little girl gritted her teeth tightly and didn't utter a single groan of pain.

Compared to a month ago, when Ye Feng's screams when setting her bones scared away countless wild beasts, the little girl's mind is indeed much tougher.

By the time Fatty Yulong finished adjusting Xiaoman's bones, beads of sweat were already covering Xiaoman's pale cheeks.

Only then did Fatty Yulong reach out and unblock the blocked meridian acupoints on Miss Xiaoman's body.

Then he poured out two pills wrapped in wax balls from each of the two porcelain bottles.

He said, "Xiao Man, your broken bones will heal in a few days, but your internal injuries are serious. These two pills, one is Hui Yuan Dan and the other is Ju Ling Dan, will be good for your injuries."

Miss Xiao Man said, "Thank you very much, Senior Yulong, for giving me the medicine to heal my wounds."

Fatty Yulong waved his hand, signaling her not to talk too much.

Give the elixir to Huang Ling'er and ask her to give it to Xiaoman.

The little girl did as she was told.

After taking the elixir, Fatty Yulong sat down beside the bed and let Xiaoman lie down.

Then he stretched out his hand, with his palm hovering ten centimeters above the little girl's abdomen.

As Fatty Yulong activated his true energy, pure and surging spiritual power poured into Xiaoman's body through his palms.

In just a moment, Xiaoman's originally pale cheeks gradually became rosy.

Ye Feng and Huang Ling'er watched quietly from the side, not daring to disturb them.

After about a cup of tea, Fatty Yulong slowly stopped practicing and withdrew his hand.

Fatty Yulong gave a smile that he thought was very kind, but was actually very disgusting.

"Xiao Man, you should have a good rest first... Brat! Come out with me!"

Fatty Yulong kicked Ye Feng on the butt.

Ye Feng was caught off guard, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, Fatty Yulong's size 42 foot kicked over again.

Ye Feng quickly ran out, rolling and crawling.

After arriving in the yard, Ye Feng said with a look of grievance: "Master, why did you kick me? Didn't you say you forgave me?"

"Kicking you is too lenient. You are so young, how could you be so cruel! Fortunately, you brought that little girl back, otherwise she would have damaged the foundation of her cultivation and would have had difficulty in making progress on the path of cultivation."

Ye Feng was stunned when he saw his master's serious expression.

"Master, please stop scaring me. It's just a broken arm. A while ago, Yun Shuang'er broke three of my ribs. I hadn't reached the Flying Sky realm at that time, so I was fine."

"Her broken arm wasn't a big deal; the key point was that her internal organs had suffered severe internal injuries.

Didn't you just reach the Flying Sky Realm? Your cultivation levels are similar, so how could you have hurt her like this?

"I don't know either. At the time, I was practicing the Nine Sword Controlling Techniques in the square. I mobilized the true essence and spiritual power in my body and poured it into my purple-green sword. I swung the sword, and the sword energy quickly condensed into a sword of energy.

This was my first time practicing, and I didn't know how to control it. That little girl was practicing sword skills just over ten feet away from me. I saw the sword energy shooting towards her and realized something was wrong. It was too late to warn her.

I could only watch helplessly as the Qi sword I condensed slashed at Xiaoman's magic sword, and then Xiaoman's magic sword slipped out of her hand, and her body was shocked and rolled back several feet.

"Master, I'm still confused. What on earth is going on? She and I should have just reached the Flying Sky Realm. Why am I so much stronger than her?"

Fatty Yulong stared at Ye Feng and said, "Is what you said true?"

"Of course, a lot of people saw it at the time. I really didn't mean to hurt her."

Looking at Ye Feng's helpless and guilty look, Fatty Yulong touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's wrist, and his spiritual consciousness entered Ye Feng's body.

The meridians are not wide, the dantian is not big, and the door to the spiritual sea is not open. This shows that he is at the initial stage of the fourth level of flying, and it is impossible for him to be at the level of controlling gods.

So, Fatty Yulong tilted his head again and looked at the sword that was inserted diagonally behind Ye Feng.

"Feng'er, show me your sword."

Ye Feng was shocked.

He knew that his fat master had a very high level of cultivation. Although this Purple Lightning and Green Frost sword had signed a blood contract with him, others could not tell the origin of this sword and could not activate it.

But the fat master is not an ordinary cultivator, maybe he can recognize the purple lightning and blue frost...

"What are you hesitating about! Show me the sword you found in the sword tomb yesterday!"

Ye Feng had no choice but to reach out and gently pull the belt in front of him, and the magic sword tied to his back fell down.

Ye Feng took it with his backhand, drew out the rusty sword, and said, "Master, what's so good about this sword?"

Fatty Yulong grasped the hilt of the Purple Lightning and Green Frost sword and discovered that the sword seemed heavier than common immortal swords.

The guard is a hollow sphere, and the sword is covered with old rust. Let alone killing people, this sword would probably have difficulty killing a chicken.

Fatty Yulong urged his true essence to be poured into the purple-green divine sword. Wisps of dark green light emanated from the cracks in the rust, but they were not very strong.

Fatty Yulong frowned slightly, then threw the rusty sword to Ye Feng.

He murmured, "I'm really crazy. I actually thought this kid could find a decent-grade immortal sword in that shabby place called the Sword Tomb..."