Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng used to think that traveling the Jianghu in martial arts novels meant riding a horse to an inn and shouting, "Waiter, three pounds of liquor and two pounds of braised beef."

After eating and drinking, he mounted his horse and rushed to the next inn, and then said the same thing again.

This cycle repeats itself until there is no money left in his pocket and he retires from the world.

Now he has a higher level of understanding of the martial arts world.

Not only can you ride horses, you can also ride donkeys.

Not only can you order liquor and braised beef in the inn, you can also bake your own steamed buns on the wilderness trails and in the fields, and spend the night in an abandoned temple full of dog shit.

Although the three little donkeys kicked the ground halfway, he was still very satisfied with his current situation.

In the past, there was a thief named Chu Liuxiang. He bought a luxury cruise ship and took many beauties with him to travel around the world.

Today, Ye Daba and his sisters are having a barbecue outdoors among the mountains and rivers.

Both of them have the same purpose.

The three were having lunch on an ancient trail in the wilderness when suddenly several streaks of light flew past overhead.

Speeding from southwest to northeast.

The flying altitude was not very high, only about a hundred feet from the ground.

About sixteen or seventeen people.

It can be clearly seen that this is a group of young knights and fairies, standing on fairy swords, unrestrained and free.

If Ye Feng had seen this scene half a year ago, he would have drooled with envy.

Now he no longer felt anything about flying with a sword; the initial novelty had long passed.

These young monks did not care about the mortals under their feet and passed by leisurely, as if the mortals under their feet were just a group of insignificant ants to them.

Ye Feng looked up at the gradually receding light, chewing his steamed bun while saying, "Isn't it said that cultivators can't fly freely on swords in the mortal world? Even if they are in a hurry, they must stay above a thousand feet in the sky.

Why are these monks flying so low on their swords? They don't seem to be trying to avoid mortals."

Shen Tianqi said, "The gap between cultivators and mortals is enormous. How many cultivators would care about mortals? Young people, in particular, love to show off and demonstrate their prowess in front of others. They make a grand appearance before mortals, receiving their worshipful and awe-inspiring gazes. This feeling makes them feel good."

Ye Feng understood.

To describe it with the words from his previous world, it's "pretending to be cool".

You can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can't stop someone who is pretending to be cool.

Ye Feng said, "By the way, Shuang'er, Tianqi, we won't encounter any demonic monks, right?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "It shouldn't be. Some time ago, there was a rumor that a cultivator from the Demon Sect appeared in Shuanglong Mountain in Yunzhou in the west.

For safety, I deliberately avoided the borders of Yunzhou and headed northeast, entering Yuzhou."

Ye Feng said worriedly, "That's hard to say. The Demon Cult's young masters appeared in the Shuanglong Mountain area of ​​Yunzhou about ten days ago. So many days have passed, and they have disappeared. Maybe these demons sneaked into Yuzhou.

Although the three of us are all masters, it is still very dangerous for us to encounter these evil cult evil stars.

Shuang'er was right before. We should walk if we can, or ride horses if we can. We should also try not to reveal that we are monks to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi both nodded slowly.

They are not women who like to show off or be in the spotlight.

It's just very strange that Ye Feng, at this arrogant age, was so aggressive in the Yunhai Sect, but unexpectedly learned to keep a low profile after coming down the mountain.

After eating the steamed buns, the three of them continued on their journey.

It's not about riding a donkey, it's about leading a donkey.

Ye Feng had spent more than ten taels of silver to buy the three donkeys. He was reluctant to throw them away and planned to sell them after reaching the city ahead in exchange for three horses that could travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles a night.

at the same time.

Tianyun Mountain, Xingluo Peak, and the ancestral temple on the back mountain.

Miss Mozhu had finished all her work and was now sitting on the tall threshold, propping up her chin with a look of resentment on her face.

This expression and demeanor make him look a bit like the person in the painting.

At the beginning, Dugu Chan only asked Yun Shuang'er to borrow the spiritual painting for one month, saying that he would return the spiritual painting to Yun Shuang'er after one month.

A month had passed, and the spiritual painting was still in Dugu Chan's hands.

It’s not that Yun Shuang’er forgot about this.

But she didn't dare to ask her ancestors for the spiritual painting.

Since Dugu Chan got Mozhu, his life has become simple and comfortable.

Every day I just drink tea, daydream, and let Mozhu do the work.

It is such a waste of talent to have the little beauty from heaven being ordered around like this by him.

If someone else got this spiritual painting, hehehe...

Suddenly, Dugu Chan, who was drinking tea, reached out and took out an ancient mirror from his arms.

The figure of the thin old man Zhuge appeared in the ancient mirror.

"Old Chan, what are you doing?"

"Drink tea."

"What a refined taste."

"Tell me something."

Dugu Chan spoke calmly, each sentence consisting of two words, concise and to the point, without any nonsense.

Old man Zhuge laughed and said, "You are such a boring person. You have a fair and plump beauty by your side, but you do nothing but drink tea all day long. I am really impressed by you!"

Dugu Chan rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't that all you're talking to me about?"

"I'm telling you that Ye Feng, along with two beauties, seems to have entered the territory of Qinglong Mountain."

"Qinglong Mountain?" Dugu Chan frowned slightly, then glanced at Mo Zhu.

Said: "Mozhu, please step aside for a moment."

Mo Zhu was stunned.

This was the first time in many days that this old man, who couldn't even lift a gun, had asked me to stay away when talking to someone.

Although Mo Zhu was puzzled, he still stood up and walked out.

After Mo Zhu left, Dugu Chan said, "Qingyun, if I remember correctly, you told me last time in the ancestral hall that the cultivator who massacred the entire Guo family in Qizhou seemed to be from Qinglong Mountain."

Old Zhuge nodded slowly and said, "According to the secret investigation conducted by Qingyun Pavilion back then, it is indeed pointed at the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, Baolong Temple, and Tianxing Valley of Qinglong Mountain. Of course, other sects cannot be ruled out, but it can be basically concluded that the people who took action thirteen years ago were all cultivators from Qinglong Mountain."

Dugu Chan said, "I asked you to secretly investigate this matter. Did you get any results?"

Old Man Zhuge said, “Thirteen years have passed, and it is quite difficult to re-investigate this matter.

However, Qingyun Pavilion has recently found some clues.

This matter seems to involve the gods subduing demons."

"God subdues demons?"

"Yun Shuang'er's mother, Shen Fulong's sister."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Chan's brows suddenly furrowed. "It's her... As far as I know, didn't Shen Fu Yao die in childbirth twenty-four years ago?"

“That’s the crux of the matter, a dead man resurrected… doesn’t that seem odd to you?

I've been looking through a lot of Qingyun Pavilion's archives recently, and thirteen years ago was a very interesting time point.

After the Guo family of Qizhou was destroyed, Yun Shuang'er was suddenly transferred from Shan Muxin of Yumu Peak to the disciple of Fairy Yuying of Mozhuxuan of Xingluo Peak.

And thirteen years ago, something happened..."

"What's the matter?"

"It is said that someone in Donghai City saw Linglong, the previous generation of Saintess of the Goddess Palace."