Evil Master and Disciple

Facing Ye Feng, this little scoundrel, Yun Shuang'er had no way to deal with him.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "Shuang'er, why are you here? Did you come to see me specially?"

Yun Shuang'er looked a little strange, then shook her head and said, "Don't be so self-absorbed. I just finished training at Luoxia Peak and was about to return to Xingluo Peak. I saw some movement below, so I came down to take a look. I didn't expect it to be you. You looked so different now that I almost didn't recognize you."

Ye Feng touched his cheek and said awkwardly, "I had a fight with someone yesterday and got a minor injury. I should be able to recover in a few days."

"Fought with someone? I heard that you were beaten up by some senior sisters last night."

"You must have heard it wrong, we were fighting each other, both sides attacked, it wasn't just one side getting beaten.

Don’t look at me looking a bit miserable, those senior sisters are even worse off than me, they probably won’t be able to get out of bed for three to five days…”

What is the most important thing for a man?

Of course it's face.

Especially in front of a beautiful woman, you can lose anything, but you must never lose your face.

It was clearly him who was beaten unilaterally, but he insisted that it was an illegal fight between both parties.

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng, who had a bruised nose and swollen eyes but pretended to be serious, and she felt amused.

However, the next moment her brows furrowed again.

Looking at the luxurious bamboo house built by Ye Feng, he looked at the bare area next to it that had been cut out.

It is obvious that the raw materials used by this kid to build the bamboo house are local materials!

This bamboo forest is the resting place of thousands of Yunhai Sect's ancestors. Not a single blade of grass or tree in the bamboo forest can be moved.

Especially these bamboos, called green pine bamboos. This kind of bamboo is very special. It has a very long growth period and can generally survive for hundreds of years. Moreover, the bamboo itself is extremely tough. Even if it is cut down, it will not rot for a hundred years. It can be called the Rolls-Royce of the bamboo world.

This guy is so brave that he cut down more than a dozen green pine bamboos to build his shelter.

Who gave him the courage?

"Ye Feng, you...did the bamboo used to build the house come from this bamboo forest?"

"Yeah, wow, this bamboo is really good, old and strong."

"Green pine and bamboo, each one has been growing for four or five hundred years, how could they not bear fruit?"

"So long?"

Ye Feng's face froze. In his memory, although bamboo needs three to five years to grow underground, once it breaks through the soil, it will grow several dozen centimeters every day.

It only takes about forty-five days to grow to about fifteen meters.

Although each of these bamboos I cut is as tall as forty or fifty meters, they have only grown for two or three years at most. How could they have grown for four or five hundred years!

Seeing Ye Feng's strange expression, Yun Shuang'er said, "I heard that you were punished by the head master to stay here for three months. A green pine bamboo must add at least half a year to your sentence. You can't leave here for the next ten years."

"Ah? Shuang'er, don't scare me! I just cut down a few bamboos, how could there be such serious consequences?"

Ye Feng's expression suddenly changed.

Yun Shuang'er shook her head and said, "Why would I scare you? This is our Yunhai Sect's ancestral land. Do you think the bamboo here can be cut down at will? Aren't you just messing with our ancestors?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded.

Just focus on building a shelter and live a dull wilderness survival.

He didn't expect such serious consequences.

Seeing Ye Feng's panic-stricken and frightened look, Yun Shuang'er was very satisfied and turned around and walked into the quiet bamboo forest.

Ye Feng came back to his senses and said, "You...what are you doing? You are not allowed to enter the ancestral land."

Yun Shuang'er stopped and turned around and asked, "Is it your business?"

Ye Feng shouted, "You're absolutely right. I'm the guardian of this bamboo forest and also the forest ranger. This bamboo forest of over ten miles in radius, as well as those thousands of graves, are all under my control! Get out now."

Yun Shuang'er rolled her eyes and turned her head away smoothly. She was too lazy to pay attention to the boy and continued to walk deeper into the bamboo forest.

The environment inside the bamboo forest is quite good.

There are many bluestone paths crisscrossing the bamboo forest, leading to each ancestor's tomb.

Various exotic flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the bluestone path.

Although this is a cemetery, it represents a place of death.

But the environment is indeed beautiful, making people think about life instead of death.

Ye Feng stomped his feet and caught up.

He did not notice Mei's eyes, but felt that the bamboo forest was dark and cold, and very scary.

He quickly caught up with Yun Shuang'er, wanting to drag out this little girl who had trespassed into the ancestor's resting place.

Yun Shuang'er seemed to be quite familiar with this forbidden area, turning left and right along the intricate bluestone path under her feet.

When Ye Feng found her, she was already standing in front of a tombstone.

It was already dark at this moment, and the bamboo forest was even darker and quieter.

Yun Shuang'er, dressed in flowing white, stood in front of the grave, giving people the illusion that she was a ghost.

Ye Feng bravely came behind Yun Shuang'er.

"Shuang'er, this is not the place for you. Go away now. Don't make things difficult for me. I am now the keeper of the mausoleum and the forest ranger. It is one of my jobs to prevent outsiders from trespassing and disturbing the ancestors' rest."

"Oh, then your indiscriminate logging is also part of your job as a forest ranger."

"These are two different things! Go, go!"

Ye Feng reached out to grab Yun Shuang'er's arm, but was pushed away by the latter.

"This is my great master. I often come here to pay my respects. Please don't disturb me."

"Uh? Your great master?"

Ye Feng looked at the tall tombstone.

There are a lot of words written on it.

The vertical text in the middle is "Tomb of the Late Master Xuanjing".

On the right side there is a lot of smaller text.

"My late master, Venerable Xuanjing, whose secular name was Chen Bingyin, was the 25th generation descendant of the Yunhai Sect. He was a disciple of Master Huixin. He was born on the seventh day of the sixth lunar month in the Dingmao year and died on the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month in the Dinghai year. He lived for 431 years..."

On the left is the signature.

There are four names.

They are all true disciples of Master Xuanjing.

Among them, the name of Yun Shuang'er's master, Yuying Zhenren, ranked second.

The first one is Yunqi, followed by Yuxin and Shouli.

Ye Feng was not an unkind person. Since this tomb belonged to Yun Shuang'er's great master, he did not continue to drive Yun Shuang'er away.

Ye Feng glanced at the tombstone for a few times and asked curiously, "Shuang'er, it turns out that Senior Uncle Yuying has three other senior sisters. I seem to have heard Fang Tong and the others mention Fairy Yuxin and Fairy Shouli, but how come I've never heard of Fairy Yunqi?"

Yun Shuang'er said calmly, "Yun Qi is my great uncle, he passed away a long time ago."

"died?"

This answer surprised Ye Feng a little.

The lifespan of cultivators in this world is much longer than that of ordinary people.

Even a cultivator of ordinary aptitude can easily live for over a hundred years if he reaches the Guiyuan realm by the time of death.

Those who are in the state of divine silence can live for at least two hundred years.

In the realm of heaven and man, one is already immune to all diseases. As long as one does not idle away and fight with others, one can live peacefully for three or four hundred years without any problem.

The starting age of Huaxu realm is over 400 years old, and generally between 500 and 600 years old.

Tianzhijing is the highest level of cultivation in this world, and it is hard to say how long one can live.

Anyway, the current head of the Yunhai Sect, Master Yun Yi, spends the whole day in seclusion practicing, but he has not yet reached the limit of heaven.

Fairy Yunqi, as the eldest disciple of Master Xuanjing, should be much better than her three junior sisters in both aptitude and cultivation.

However, her three junior sisters are all alive and well now, but she has been dead for many years, which makes Ye Feng a little confused.

Ye Feng asked curiously, "When did Uncle Yunqi pass away?"

Yun Shuang'er glanced at Ye Feng and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just pure curiosity. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

Ye Feng turned around and walked to the side without disturbing Yun Shuang'er's worship of her grandmaster.

Ye Feng shouted in his heart, "Master, Master..."

I want to find out the cause of death of Uncle Yunqi from Uncle Fuyou.

Ever since he learned that the fight between his master and Uncle Yunyu and others was a reality show, he has been very interested in these uncles and aunts of the older generation.

But it was very strange, Ye Fuyou seemed to have lost his soul. Ye Feng called out several times but got no response.

The Yunhai Sect is very particular about seniority. Buried around the tomb of Master Xuan Jing are all the predecessors of the Xuan generation.

The largest and most luxurious one naturally belongs to Ye Feng’s grandmaster, Xuanfu Zhenren, the previous head of the Yunhai Sect.

Ye Feng looked at Xuan Fu Zhenren's tombstone and murmured, "This is my great master. He is worthy of being the former number one leader. Both the grave and the tombstone are much larger than those of the uncles next to him."

Ye Feng was still very respectful to the elderly and loved the young. He kowtowed three times respectfully in front of his master's grave.

Of course it’s not in vain.

He asked Master Xuan Fu to bless him to become the best in the world in terms of cultivation, appearance, and wealth, and to marry the most beautiful woman in the world...

Not only are the requirements numerous, but they are also extremely abnormal.

Not to mention the great master, even the great master could not fulfill his wishes.

Ye Feng was self-aware and squatted in front of the tombstone, cleaning up some fallen bamboo leaves around it.

He said: "Grandmaster, you can't blame me for asking too much of you. It's mainly because the current social environment is very inward-looking and the competition is very intense. You should pay more attention to your apprentice's affairs.

I came here in a hurry today and didn't bring anything with me, but don't worry, for the next three months, I'll take care of this place. I'll provide you with delicious food and drink every day and I won't let you go hungry."

As he was speaking, Ye Feng suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with his grandmaster's tombstone.

It is mainly the name of the person at the end of the signature.

"Yun Yi, Yu Lin, Yu Chen, Yu Mian, Yu Long... one, two, three, four, five... why are there only five? My master is the sixth in line, the youngest disciple of Grand Master. Uncle Yun Yi is the second in line... Yu Lin is the third uncle, Yu Chen is the fourth uncle, Yu Mian is the fifth uncle... where is my eldest uncle?"

Ye Feng reached out and gently touched the place where his name was signed on the tombstone, and found it very inconsistent.

On top are the names of the two uncles Yun Yi and Yu Lin, and below are the names of Yu Chenzi, Yu Mian, and his fat master.

The names of the five people are not symmetrical.

After touching it, I found that there should be another name before Master Yun Yi's name, but it was erased manually.

Ye Feng finally understood and sighed, "Since ancient times, victors have always been kings and losers have always been bandits. Back then, Master Uncle lost to Second Master Uncle, and as a result, even the name engraved on Grand Master's tombstone was erased. Alas, how pitiful and lamentable!"

The struggle that took place more than two hundred years ago is a taboo topic in the Yunhai Sect, and even the names of the losers cannot be mentioned.

Although Ye Feng had heard about the struggle between the second uncle and the first uncle several times, he was helpless because he only knew that the first uncle lost the struggle.

As for the final fate of the master uncle and the name of the eldest brother, he still doesn't know.

"Hey……"

A sigh slowly sounded in Ye Feng's mind.

There is sadness, regret, confusion, helplessness, the vicissitudes of time, and attachment to this world.

There seems to be another kind of respect and love for relatives and elders.

All the emotions were expressed in this complex sigh.

Ye Feng frowned and said, "Master, you finally woke up! I didn't hear you speak all day, and you didn't respond even after I called you several times. I thought you had turned to ashes and returned to the universe."

Ye Fuyou said slowly: "Young man Ye, it's not that I don't want to come out, but I don't dare to come out."

"Don't dare? What do you mean?" Ye Feng was puzzled.

Ye Fuyou said, "The old man guarding the ancestral hall is very mysterious. If I speak to you, he will probably notice."

"Huh?" Ye Feng's body stiffened. He said, "I guessed that old man was probably a master. I thought it would be at most three or four stories high, but I didn't expect it to be seven or eight stories high. Who is that old man?"