Evil Master and Disciple

This team-building dinner for the Yunhai Sect disciples lasted from noon to dusk.

The banquet for more than 200 people cost more than 600 taels of silver.

It's not very expensive.

It’s mainly wine, all good wine.

When seeing Fu Jinghong paying the bill, Ye Feng couldn't help but touch the black silk bracelet on his wrist.

I thought to myself that prices in this world are so damn cheap.

Judging from today's team-building expenses, the money I have is definitely enough to allow me to live a worry-free life for the rest of my life.

Moreover, the silver in the black silk bracelet is just the tip of the iceberg of Ye Feng’s wealth.

It is estimated that Shangguan Lan is now holding one or two million taels of silver for safekeeping.

"Oh, boring, boring!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng sighed slightly in his heart.

Hong Jiu, who was standing by, heard him mumbling to himself and said, "Old Ye, what's boring?"

Ye Feng said: "I feel bored with my future life. I used to think it was difficult to make money. Not to mention supporting my family, even supporting myself was hard. There was still a lot of starvation out there. I used to work like a cow or a horse just to make a living.

The money I have now is so much that I can’t spend it in a lifetime, let alone ten lifetimes. I feel like my life has just begun, but I don’t have any expectations.

From now on, I can only lie down and wait for death. Don’t you think this is boring?”

Hong Jiu and several young disciples around him almost popped their eyes out when they heard Ye Feng's words.

An Nian said, "Boy, you're talking so arrogantly now. How much silver do you have? If you can't spend it all, you can lend me a hundred or eighty thousand taels. I will turn your boredom into despair and let you know the dangers of the world!"

Yue Yinling said: "Lend me some too!"

Ye Feng said angrily, "This is why I pretend to be poor all day long. If I show any wealth, you guys will blackmail me!"

After Fu Jinghong paid the bill, he said a few words to Ye Feng and the others, then left Yipin Building with the disciples of Yunhai Sect.

In addition to Ye Feng, Yun Shuang'er, Shen Tianqi, the other people who stayed behind included Hong Jiu and Qin Chuchu.

Yue Yinling and Nangong Yan, who were determined to stay, did not get what they wanted.

The team leader this time is Fu Jinghong.

As long as Fu Jinghong doesn't agree, no one can stay without permission.

After the main force left, the five-member group did not rush to leave Wuyun City.

It was already dusk, and Ye Feng suggested opening a few doors above the Yipin Building, intending to have a good rest and set off again tomorrow.

His proposal was agreed by everyone.

So the five of them settled down in Yipin Building.

Ye Feng booked four rooms, one for himself, one for Hong Jiu, and one for Qin Chuchu. The two sisters, Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi, liked to bathe together, so they lived in one room.

Soon, Ye Feng carried Sanzhier, who had eaten several rounds of food, into his room and continued to meditate and practice to restore his spiritual strength.

It gets dark quickly.

Liu Shiheng stood on Xiaoyao Peak with a gloomy and uncertain expression.

Liu Shiheng is in a very dangerous situation now. He is facing pressure not only from outside but also from inside.

The Xiaoyao Sword Sect suffered such a heavy blow this time because Liu Shiheng collected the fragments of the Demon Cult's Jade Sundial.

This made the surviving disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect very dissatisfied with their Sect Master Liu Shiheng.

Some people already want to leave Xiaoyao Sword Sect and find another way to survive.

The night gradually deepened, and Liu Shiheng was no longer sleepy. He stood in a stone pavilion on the mountainside, thinking about the future path of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect.

The weather doesn't seem to be good tonight. There is a layer of clouds above our heads, blocking the starlight and moonlight, making it seem a little dim.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

Liu Shiheng saw something seemed to be falling in the air outside the stone pavilion.

He walked to the edge of the stone pavilion and slowly stretched out his hand.

It's a snowflake.

White snowflakes fell on his palm and quickly turned into a light liquid.

Gradually, the snowflakes falling from the sky became bigger and bigger.

This is the first snow since the beginning of winter this year, and it seems to have come earlier than in previous years.

Qinglong Mountain is located in the southern part of the mainland. In previous years, the first snow would fall in late October or November.

It's only mid-October.

Liu Shiheng looked at the gradually increasing snowfall and suddenly became distracted.

"Hey!"

He sighed softly and prepared to go back to the house to rest.

He left the stone pavilion and walked towards his room several dozen feet away.

Soft snowflakes fell on his body, but Liu Shiheng didn't care.

However, when the snowflakes brushed across his cheek, leaving a faint trace of blood on it, Liu Shiheng suddenly woke up.

He shouted, "Who is it?"

No one answered, and endless snowflakes turned into countless sharp blades and fell from the sky.

Liu Shiheng knew that this was an attack.

Of course he won't sit idly by.

He summoned the immortal sword and activated the defensive sword technique.

clack clack...

Under the snow, the roofs of all the houses were pierced.

The disciple of Xiaoyao Sword Sect who came out to inquire was pierced through the body by the sharp white snow before he could react.

Not one or two, but countless snowflakes.

These disciples who survived the siege of the Demon Sect masters are all the best of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect.

However, at this moment, under the snow, no one could resist.

A miserable cry sounded on Xiaoyao Peak and then quickly died away.

Liu Shiheng and all the disciples of Xiaoyao Sword Sect fell in the snow.

The blood-stained snow turned red.

Also collapsed were the buildings that the Xiaoyao Sword Sect had spent hundreds of years building bit by bit.

In this snowstorm, the last traces of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect were completely submerged.

The wind and snow were very strong.

When all the sounds died down, the ground was covered with a layer of white snow.

A masked woman in flowing white clothes fell from the sky with soft snowflakes.

She landed in front of Liu Shiheng and took off her veil.

It was the face of a woman about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Although no longer young, her skin was well maintained, giving people a sense of being otherworldly and otherworldly.

And she is very beautiful. It can be seen that she must have been a rare beauty when she was young.

"Damn it."

The woman uttered these two words softly.

A short dagger magic weapon came out from her sleeve.

With a slight wave, Liu Shiheng's head rolled off his neck.

She bent down and grabbed Liu Shiheng's head, then looked up into the distance and said, "Tianxing Valley, Baolong Temple, Linyuan Cave Mansion... your doomsday is approaching."

There was a cold murderous intent in the eyes of the woman in white.

It seemed as if these sects in Qinglong Mountain had a deep hatred for her.

After wrapping Liu Shiheng's head with white cloth and putting it into the storage table on her wrist, the body of the woman in white suddenly turned into countless snowflakes and bloomed.

She is like the legendary snow girl.

It came from the snow and disappeared into the white snow.

If Liu Shiheng's corpse, still spewing blood, had not been lying quietly here, perhaps no one would have believed that the woman in white had ever appeared.