Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng gained a lot today.

With almost no effort, he learned from Master Yi in front of him the three storage places of the dynasty's fortune.

The most important thing now is to figure out how to plunder and steal the power of luck of all living beings in the dynasty.

Asking directly will definitely not work.

A scholar like Master Yi would never betray the secrets of Confucianism even if he died.

So, after a brainstorming session, Ye Feng actually came up with a good idea.

After his eyes rolled around for a few times, he said, "Mr. Yi, I am actually very interested in our Confucianism. Of course, it is not limited to poetry and songs. As a cultivator, I am more interested in our Confucianism's cultivation.

Through what you just said, I finally understand that for us Confucian monks, self-cultivation is not important; what is important is to cooperate with the royal family and gather the luck of the people for our own use."

Master Yi nodded slowly and said, "That's right. The Haoran Qi in us is not the Zhenqi that cultivators cultivate. Haoran Qi is difficult to accumulate. Therefore, if we want to achieve success in Confucian cultivation, we can only obtain the luck of sentient beings from the outside world."

Ye Feng said: "This is the problem. If I also want to follow the path of Confucianism in the future, how can I obtain the luck of external beings? We Confucianists should have a way to transform or absorb the energy accumulated by the royal family."

"Of course. I've been in the Imperial Academy for many years and have come into contact with the dynasty's luck. Although I'm not very talented, most of the righteousness I carry comes from the luck of all living beings collected by the royal family."

"Mr. Yi, please give me some advice! I will be very grateful."

There is a saying in Confucianism that there is no distinction between classes in education.

Today, Confucianism has declined and has long lost the capital to compete with Taoism and Buddhism.

Ye Feng is now a famous figure in the world. Not only is he knowledgeable and talented in writing, but most importantly, he is able to use Confucian magic and has shown a strong interest in it.

This made Mr. Yi very excited.

I think this is a sign of the rise of Confucianism.

However, it is not possible to ask him to tell the Confucian school how to seize the luck of all living beings.

Because this is a secret among the top Confucian leaders.

After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Yi slowly said, "Young Master Ye is so young, yet he has achieved such great success in the Confucian cultivation lineage. His future is limitless. However, accumulating and absorbing the luck of all living beings is a secret of our Confucian cultivation lineage, and in principle, it cannot be revealed to outsiders."

Ye Feng is not stupid. During the conversation, as long as the word "in principle" is mentioned, there are no principles.

Ye Feng looked a little disappointed and said, "Oh, so that's it. I was a bit reckless just now. Please don't blame me, Mr. Yi."

Mr. Yi smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, but if Mr. Ye becomes my student, then everything will be solved.”

"Uh? This... Sir, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

Ye Feng immediately knelt on the ground and worshiped Master Yi, instantly throwing his moral integrity to the wind.

Master Yi seemed a little surprised when he saw this.

He thought that Ye Feng, a disciple of the Taoist Xuanmen, would look down on Confucianism like those monks.

I didn't expect that this kid would kneel down on the ground so easily and respect me as his master.

After the surprise came joy and excitement.

His attainments in poetry and prose are far inferior to this student's.

Now that Ye Feng has become his disciple, he will have a lot to brag about in front of those great scholars.

"Young Master Ye, please get up quickly..."

Outside Yueyang Tower, on the city wall.

Hong Jiu, three others and a badger waited outside the building for a long time, but Ye Feng did not come out of Yueyang Tower. Out of boredom, they came to the teahouse not far away.

The teahouse is in a great location, with a panoramic view of the entire Yunmeng Lake.

Many tourists and literati like to sit here and drink tea, admiring the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, while shaking their heads and composing poems that even an illiterate Hong Jiu thinks he can write.

Suddenly, a woman in green also came to the teahouse.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with fair skin and her hair tied up in a bun. She wasn't very beautiful, but she was very attractive.

She sat at a table next to Hong Jiu and others and ordered a pot of tea.

Soon Yun Shuang'er found that this lady was very strange. The tourists who came here were all enjoying the beautiful scenery of Yunmengze, but this lady did not even look at the scenery. She drank tea and glanced at the four people.

No, to be precise, the only person this woman was peeking at was Yun Shuang'er.

Yun Shuang'er was a little surprised.

Both she and Shen Tianqi were wearing veils. As they walked along, these mortals were peeking at the beautiful senior sister Qin Chuchu. Because their cousins ​​were all wearing veils, almost no one would peek at them.

But this lady's gaze was very clear. She kept stealing glances at him and didn't seem to even look at Senior Sister Qin Chuchu.

The two looked at each other, and the other person's eyes suddenly became a little blurry, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was a little excited and a little sad.

The other party's look made Yun Shuang'er feel even more confused.

Thinking carefully in my mind, I couldn't remember whether I knew or had met this lady.

After waiting for a while, Ye Feng still didn't come out of Yueyang Tower.

And there was a burst of cheers from not far away.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a lot of scholars gathered dozens of feet to the south. It seemed that some of them had written some good poems.

Shen Tianqi said, "It's quite lively over there, let's go take a look."

Qin Chuchu and Hong Jiu readily agreed.

Yun Shuang'er said, "You guys go ahead. I'll stay here and wait for Xiao Feng."

"Well, Xiaofeng came out to call us."

Shen Tianqi didn't care.

He was not worried about whether Yun Shuang'er would be in danger alone.

After all, this is a mortal city. Yun Shuang'er's cultivation is not low, and there are not many people who can hurt her.

After Shen Tianqi left the greedy Sanzhier to Yun Shuang'er, he went to watch the fun with Qin Chuchu and Hong Jiu.

The reason why Yun Shuang'er didn't go was not only because she wanted to wait for Ye Feng at the door, but also because she wanted to see who this lady was.

She always felt that the other person looked at her in a very strange way.

It seems that his eyes contain thousands of words.

Sure enough, after the three people left, the lady in green stood up and came to the wooden table where Yun Shuang'er was.

"girl……"

The lady spoke, her voice seemed a little unnatural.

Yun Shuang'er held the teacup, looked at the other person, and said lightly: "Do we know each other?"

Madam Qingyi's body seemed to tremble slightly, then she shook her head, a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

Dao: "No, we... don't know each other."

"Oh, then why are you staring at me?"

"I... just think that the girl's eyes look like someone I know."

"Oh, is it so?"