Evil Master and Disciple

Yun Shuang'er saw that Ye Feng's expression was not right, and frowned slightly and said, "Is there anything wrong with the name Wu Gu Ye?"

Ye Feng shuddered, then slowly shook his head and said, "What a nice name, Shuang'er. Where did you buy this Five Grain Liquid?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "It was given by Second Senior Brother."

"Second senior brother? Which second senior brother?" Ye Feng had a very bad premonition in his heart.

"The master's second disciple, Fu Jinghong."

"It sure is him!"

After hearing Fu Jinghong's name, Ye Feng was completely stunned.

When they met for the first time, he felt that this Shamatte guy was out of tune with this world and seemed like a fellow villager from the same place as him.

But Ye Feng had tried to test him at that time, and Fu Jinghong's answer was irrelevant, so Ye Feng put the matter behind him.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt that Fu Jinghong was really suspicious!

However, Ye Feng couldn't be sure whether Fu Jinghong was a fellow villager.

As far as he knows, the earliest highly distilled liquor in ancient China should have appeared in the Yuan Dynasty.

I came to this world without any knowledge of wine. Maybe this world already has highly distilled liquor.

It took Ye Feng a while to recover and he tried his best to remain calm.

"Shuang'er, why would Old Fu... that's Fu Jinghong, give you such a strong liquor? Shouldn't gifts for girls be rouge, powder, hairpins, jewelry, or something like that?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "It wasn't given to me, but to my master. But my master likes to drink tea, and the other sisters don't drink much either. I'm the only one who drinks it from time to time, so every time Second Senior Brother sends the Five Grain Liquid, my master gives most of it to me."

"Oh, I see. Shuang'er, do you know whether this Five Grain Liquid was bought by Senior Brother Fu or brewed by him?"

Yun Shuang'er shook her head and said, "I don't know, Ye Feng, you seem very interested in this jar of Five Grain Liquid?"

"No, no... I'm the Yunhai Sect's promising young swordsman, not a drunkard. I'm not interested in alcohol! I just think this Five Grain Liquid tastes a little different from the usual drinks."

"It's quite different. It's much stronger than rice wine."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and neither side spoke anymore.

Ye Feng, who had originally planned to have sex after drinking tonight, now lost interest in the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him.

I have been wondering in my heart whether Fu Jinghong is a time traveler.

The two of them worked together and ate a fat rabbit until only a pile of small bones were left.

After eating and drinking her fill, Yun Shuang'er put the remaining half jar of Five Grain Liquid back into her storage bag with a wooden cork.

Yun Shuang'er said, "Tonight you treat me to meat and I'll treat you to wine, and we'll be even."

"Forehead……"

Ye Feng responded somewhat absentmindedly.

Seeing this, Yun Shuang'er frowned slightly, not understanding why Ye Feng, who was originally enthusiastic, suddenly became so cold.

She said, "I'm going back."

"Oh……"

Ye Feng uttered another "oh" and then realized what was happening. He asked, "Why don't you sit for a while?"

Yun Shuang'er glanced around and said, "There's no place for you to sit here."

After saying that, Yun Shuang'er actually put her fingers in her mouth and let out a clear, rogue whistle.

A moment later, the huge white crane flew above the bamboo forest.

The giant crane did not fall down, but just kept circling above.

Yun Shuang'er turned to Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng..."

"What's wrong……"

"You...be careful."

"What?" Ye Feng was a little confused.

Yun Shuang'er did not respond. She tapped the ground with her toes, and her slender body slowly rose up. She rode on a crane and flew towards the east, soon disappearing into the night.

Ye Feng looked at the direction where the crane flew away and slowly frowned.

I always feel that Yun Shuang'er's last words meant something else.

Be more careful?

Who should I be careful about?

Could it be that Yun Shuang'er's arrival here tonight wasn't just a passing moment? Was her ultimate purpose to bring these words to me?

"Yes! It should be telling me to be careful of the person who might harm me in secret! This place is remote and rarely visited. It's the perfect place for home, travel, and murder!"

Ye Feng glanced at the large ancestral hall with lights on not far away.

He winced.

He murmured, "With that old temple guardian beside him, the murderer wouldn't be so bold."

The shelter was not built yet, so Ye Feng could only sit by the fire to rest.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, with the sound of insects chirping all around. Occasionally, one could hear the roar of a tiger or the cry of a monkey in the distant mountains and forests.

Ye Feng simply couldn't calm down to meditate and practice.

Sometimes he thought of that bastard Fu Jinghong, and sometimes he thought of a masked killer holding a 40-meter-long machete and trying to chop off his head.

To his south was an ancestral hall housing thousands of spirit tablets, and to his north was a cemetery housing thousands of ghosts. He was sandwiched in between and felt a cold wind blowing continuously.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my neck felt cold, as if a large group of ghosts with their eyes open were blowing cold wind at my neck. The cold feeling was more uncomfortable than turning on the air conditioner in summer.

Since he couldn't calm down to practice and couldn't sleep, Ye Feng simply got up, found a lot of wood and threw it on the fire. With the light of the flames, he continued to build his own shelter.

I worked like this all night long.

By dawn, Ye Feng's shelter had been built.

This guy used to be a homebody.

What do otakus like to watch? Donkey hoof repair, Odebiao banana, antique restoration, container blind box auctions, and foreign wilderness survival stories.

These are all super speed bumps for boys, and Ye Feng is no exception.

Having watched so many wilderness survival games, this kid seems to be imitating them.

There are many mosquitoes, rats and ants in the mountains, so the bamboo house he built is a bit like the wooden building in the south, with a part of the bottom empty, which not only can isolate the moisture, but also can prevent poisonous insects, snakes and ants.

The area inside the bamboo building is not small, at least twenty square meters.

The roof is made by splitting bamboo, opening up the internal bamboo joints, arranging them neatly, and then covering them with broken bamboo.

I learned all this from wilderness survival reality shows.

There was also a wooden bed made of bamboo in the room. The bed was not small, at least one and a half meters wide, and was obviously not a single bed.

Even if a pair of adults roll around on it, or use all kinds of weird and difficult positions, it is completely sufficient.

In order to make it easier to go up and down, Ye Feng also built a staircase in front of the bamboo building.

Looking at the bamboo house he had built, Ye Feng felt a sense of pride in his heart.

However, a lot of bamboo was wasted.

In order to build his luxurious tomb-guarding villa, he cut down more than thirty bamboos.

Yesterday Yun Shuang'er said that it takes at least half a year to grow a green pine or bamboo here, and more than ten trees have been cut down by then.

Since this is the case, Ye Feng decided to go for it.

A dozen more trees were cut down in the evening.

When the day broke, the fear of the unknown in Ye Feng's heart was much lessened.

He decided to meditate during the day and work at night.

After all, most dangers come late at night.

Ye Feng didn't believe that the disciples of Yunhai Sect dared to kill people in broad daylight.

Ye Feng carried all the bags he brought into the new house, and then simply cleaned up the remaining building materials and piled them all together.

When I was in the mood, I used these bamboo scraps to make myself a few bamboo stools, a bamboo table, and a lounge chair.

I can lie here and bask in the sun from now on.

Beautiful!

As for working in the bamboo forest...

Doesn't exist!

He was busy until noon. Ye Feng had not rested for a whole day and night, and finally felt a little tired.

He locked himself in the bamboo building, sat cross-legged in meditation, first silently recited the meditation mantra several times to calm his mind, and then began to practice the Yunhai Jue.

When Ye Feng opened his eyes again, it was already getting dark.

After more than two hours of meditation, not only did all the fatigue disappear, but the bruises on the body also faded a lot.

Ye Feng was very satisfied with the effect.

He grabbed the purple-green sword and walked out of the bamboo building.

There was a flat open space in front of the bamboo building. Ye Feng first practiced the Sword Condensation Style among the Nine Sword Control Styles for a while. When he felt that half of his spiritual power was consumed and it was already dark, he began to practice the Phantom Trace Body Technique.

The mysterious old man guarding the temple, leaning on a worn-out broom, stood on a bluestone path not far away, watching the boy fall repeatedly in front of the wooden building.

He looked suspicious.

"It's been two days, why doesn't this guy have any intention of cleaning the mausoleum? He's even practicing? He's not treating this place as a paradise for practicing martial arts, and he wants to live here for three months for nothing, right?"

The old man muttered to himself.

He guessed right, Ye Feng had no intention of working at all.

There are more than four thousand graves, and weeds need to be cleared and tombstones need to be wiped.

Even if you clean fifty graves a day, it will take three months.

What a joke! Ye Feng used all this time to practice.

Looking at Ye Moyu who kept falling under the moonlight, the old man slowly shook his head, with an expression that he couldn't bear to watch.

"Why did Huang Youdao accept such an idiot disciple..."

The old man guarding the temple couldn't bear it anymore and left, shaking his head.

Although Ye Feng kept falling, he made great progress.

I have gradually mastered the trick of the phantom body technique.

He continued practicing until around midnight, then Ye Feng began to practice swordsmanship again.

Sword techniques are not sword tricks.

The sword technique is based on the sword-controlling technique, and is a powerful sword move that is driven by one's own spiritual consciousness, telekinesis, and spiritual power.

As for sword techniques, they are simply sword techniques, which are some moves used by low-level cultivators in close combat with others. They are similar to the Dugu Nine Swords, Jade Maiden Sword Technique, and Exorcism Sword Technique in martial arts novels.

The first thing Ye Feng practiced was the Thirty-Six Deadly Swords taught to him by Ye Fuyou.

I didn't catch any wild rabbits tonight, so I could only eat some bread in front of the campfire to fill my stomach while I looked through the practice method of the Thirty-Six Deadly Swords.

After he had memorized it thoroughly, Ye Feng began to practice in front of the campfire.

The cultivators at the Sky Control Realm have a strong spiritual power as a foundation, and they can practice sword techniques used in close combat very quickly.

In just one night, Ye Feng had basically mastered the techniques of the Thirty-Six Deadly Swords.

Early in the morning, the old man guarding the temple looked at Ye Feng, who was jumping and playing with the sword while holding the magic sword.

He murmured, "This kid is incredible! He actually practiced the Thirty-Six Deadly Swords all night long! Does he think this set of sword techniques is very powerful?"

Ye Feng also saw the old man guarding the temple and immediately stopped playing with the sword.

He waved to the old man and said, "Good morning, senior!"

The old man who guarded the temple said slowly, "Young man Ye, the master punished you by sending you here to guard the mausoleum, not to retire here. The mausoleums of the ancestors in the bamboo forest have not been properly cleaned for over three years. It's already the third day. When do you plan to start your official work?"

"Work? No, no, no..."

Ye Feng ran up to the old man happily carrying the Purple Green Sword.

He said, "The head master punished me to guard the Yunhai ancestral land for three months, but he didn't tell me to clean up the tombs of the ancestors. So my understanding is that my job is to guard this place and prevent outsiders from breaking in and cutting down trees indiscriminately. As for cleaning up, that's not within my job scope."

The old man guarding the temple was left speechless by Ye Feng's words.

He said, "You are really good at finding loopholes."

"This isn't exploiting loopholes. I'm strictly following every word of the headmaster. He didn't ask me to clean the mausoleum, nor did he ask me to sweep the tombstone. If I did that, it would not only show that I didn't obey the headmaster's orders, but also that I'm a complete fool.

Senior, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? I plan to make some porridge today and bring you a bowl later."

The old man shook his head and said, "No need..."

The old man walked towards the ancestral temple with a broom.

Ye Feng shouted from behind, "My porridge is delicious, don't you want a bowl?"

The old man just waved his hand and didn't respond.

Ye Feng shrugged, returned to his bamboo house and started making breakfast.

Cooking over a campfire is a bit inconvenient, so Ye Feng plans to set up a small stove today. He has all the pots, pans, and utensils at hand anyway.

This way, I can eat barbecue whenever I want and make soup whenever I want. It’s really a happy life like a god!