Evil Master and Disciple

Thousands of years have passed since the Sage Building was built.

Tonight is the first time that a monk has sneaked in here.

Qiu Changlin really wanted to see what this little thief who sneaked into the Saint Building late at night was trying to do.

There are only two things in the Sage Building: books and luck.

If he came to steal my fortune, that's unlikely.

Monks have very long lifespans, and it is impossible for them to steal their luck and shorten their lifespan.

If they came to steal books...

It seems unlikely.

There are so many books on the first floor, but this guy didn't even take a look at them, which shows that his goal is quite clear.

Besides, judging from the shifty look on this kid's face, he doesn't look like someone who likes reading.

In today's world, there are six sub-sages in Confucianism, one in each of the three major academies, and the remaining three are all in the capital.

Among them, Qiu Changlin is the descendant of the six sub-saints.

Rumor has it that Qiu Changlin is the one among these six sub-saints who is most likely to reach the saint level.

On the seventh floor of the Sage Building, Qiu Changlin was reading a book while glancing at the virtual mirror.

In the mirror, Ye Feng perfectly interpreted the word "little thief".

Bending over, hunching over, sticking out one's buttocks, standing on tiptoe...

Add to that his shifty eyes and cautious demeanor, who dares to say that he is not a petty thief?

This guy went from the first floor to the second floor, and then to the third floor...

He stopped attacking when he reached the sixth floor.

According to the old liar Yi, there will be at least one great scholar staying in the Sage Building to prevent the dynasty's fortune from leaking out.

Now I have reached the sixth floor, but I haven’t found anyone left behind.

Then the person left behind must be on the seventh floor.

Ye Feng stood at the stairs and looked up, seeming to be hesitating and struggling.

People’s inner fear comes from the unknown.

Because the people left behind could be on any floor.

Ye Feng was very nervous as he climbed up.

Now that the unknown has become clear, the fear in Ye Feng's heart has dissipated.

The dynasty's luck is on the seventh level, and the opponent is also on the seventh level.

Either you turn around and go home to sleep now, or you must face the great Confucian scholar tonight.

Ye Feng actually has a very favorable impression of Confucianism.

Although those who are loyal are mostly butchers, those who are unfaithful are mostly scholars.

But this definitely does not include great scholars with righteous indignation.

Ye Feng didn't want to expose himself, nor did he want to confront the great Confucian scholar head-on, and he didn't want to give up charging the magic pen and inkstone.

After hesitating for a while behind the stairs, he decided to go up and take a look.

After all, the four words "Since we're here" have long been engraved in Ye Feng's genes.

But you can't just go up like that.

Confucianism once surpassed all other schools of thought, and even though it declined, its methods remained sophisticated.

So Ye Feng took out a piece of black cloth from the black silk bracelet and wrapped it around his face.

Even if you are discovered, just run away, but don't let the other party see your true face.

Qiu Changlin was a little dumbfounded.

Through the virtual mirror, he saw with his own eyes Ye Feng putting on a mask at the stairs leading to the seventh floor.

Qiu Changlin shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I thought that the young boy who broke into the Saint's Building was a disciple of the Demon Sect, who came here to look for the Jade Crown Needle.

But Qiu Changlin didn't see any demonic energy from Ye Feng.

Looking at Ye Feng's sneaky behavior, the sub-sage felt even more confused.

Ye Feng, with his face covered, was certain in his heart.

He murmured, "I have an invisibility talisman protecting me. As long as I move quietly and conceal my presence, the other party may not be able to detect my presence."

After cheering himself up, Ye Feng tiptoed up the stairs.

Soon, half of his head popped out from the stairwell on the seventh floor, and his bright eyes looked inside along the stone slab.

The area here is much smaller than the first floor. There are six bookshelves divided into three rows and placed on the north side of the seventh floor near the stairs.

There are several low tables and desks on the south side.

A slightly plump old man with gray hair and wearing a Confucian robe was sitting on a soft couch behind a low table reading a book. He seemed not to notice Ye Feng's arrival.

Ye Feng was secretly delighted and murmured, "Confucian methods are just average!"

After making sure that the other party didn't look at him, Ye Feng was determined and walked up the stairs quietly.

Then start looking around.

"Old Yi the liar said that the dynasty's destiny in the Hanlin Academy is sealed in bamboo slips. Most of the bookshelves on the seventh floor are filled with bamboo slips. Which one is it?"

Ye Feng walked gently to the bookshelf.

There are six bookshelves filled with books and book boxes, as well as many bamboo slips that look very old.

It is estimated that there are at least thousands of bamboo slips.

It is really not easy to find the bamboo slips that seal the dynasty's destiny among so many bamboo slips.

"Sanzhier, let's see how you perform!"

Ye Feng placed his bet on San Zhier.

Perhaps we can find the bamboo slips through the super perception of Sanzhier, the spiritual badger.

Master Yi had already told him how to absorb luck. As long as he found the bamboo slips and stole them, he could slowly absorb the dynasty's luck within them.

Because there was an old man with a white beard on the seventh floor who was still reading a book in the middle of the night and not sleeping.

Ye Feng didn't dare to turn over the bamboo slips.

Sanzhier's head slowly emerged from Ye Feng's clothes.

Start to help the young master steal the dynasty's fortune.

However, Sanzhier was soon dumbfounded.

It turned its head and looked around blankly.

Because it discovered that there were thousands of spiritual power fluctuations on this level.

It is also difficult to tell which spiritual power fluctuation is what the little master is looking for.

Seeing that Sanzhier didn't respond for a long time, Ye Feng was a little surprised. He reached out and gently twisted Sanzhier's little ear.

Sanzhier blinked her innocent little watery eyes at him.

He shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Ye Feng was surprised.

I thought that Confucianism was quite good, even Sanzhier couldn’t find the bamboo slip.

Since he couldn't rely on Sanzhier, Ye Feng decided to come himself.

He used his self-proclaimed genius brain and felt that since the bamboo slip contained one-third of the dynasty's fortune, it must be an important item.

Important things cannot be placed anywhere randomly, and most of them are placed next to the guardian.

So he turned his gaze to the old man who was reading.

There was indeed a bamboo slip on the low table in front of the old man.

"That's it!"

Ye Feng guessed in his heart.

So, he walked cautiously in the direction of Qiu Changlin.

Qiu Changlin was still reading quietly, completely oblivious to the world outside and concentrating on reading the books of sages.

As for the virtual mirror that he had used to spy on Ye Feng's every move, it was now gone.

Ye Feng came to the low table, looked at the old man in front of him, and then looked at the bamboo slips placed next to the old man.

According to his reasoning after a brainstorming session, he concluded that this scroll of bamboo slips was the seal of the dynasty's destiny.