Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng has always portrayed himself as a romantic pragmatist.

Maybe you find it strange that how can romance and pragmatism be combined?

If you regard romance as bootlicking and pragmatism as being an honest person, you will roughly understand it.

That’s right, a thief with the will but not the courage, always waiting to be the one to take over.

This kind of person is not completely useless. He has the determination and perseverance to lick people, and he has very strong personal hands-on ability.

Of course, hands-on ability does not only refer to the hand speed acquired in the mother's womb for thirty years, but also includes all aspects of life.

The best proof is that he was able to build a shelter by himself in just one day and one night.

Soon, the boy built a stove in front of the bamboo house.

The prototype was built with stones of different sizes, then filled with mud and a small chimney was built to exhaust smoke.

Yes, this is also something I learned from a wilderness survival reality show.

After setting up the stove, Ye Feng began to cook rice porridge.

Ling'er was very thoughtful. She not only stuffed pots and pans into the huge bag, but also rice, flour, oil, salt, and salted dried radish that went best with rice porridge.

Ye Feng himself is quite knowledgeable about cooking, because he believes in a saying that if you want to win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach.

It's a pity that even though he believed it, he had been licking the goddess for eight years and had changed six boyfriends, but it was never his turn to reach third base.

To make a good pot of porridge, in addition to good raw materials, you also need a skill.

stir.

Continuously stirring the rice porridge can better release the aroma of the rice.

I didn't learn this from a wilderness survival reality show, but from the "Cooking Master Boy Recipe" that I bought on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

It took an hour to cook a small pot of porridge in a clay pot, and it was so fragrant.

Ye Feng did not eat alone. He filled a large bowl and brought it to the ancestral temple.

"Old man, the porridge is ready. I've poured you a bowl and left it at the door. It's a little hot, so remember to eat it later!"

Without waiting for the old man guarding the temple to respond, Ye Feng ran back to the bamboo building to drink porridge.

After finishing the porridge, it was almost noon.

Ye Feng plunged into intensive training again.

The plan he made for himself was to practice swordplay, body movements, and boxing and kicking skills at night.

Use the daytime for meditation and practice.

The main fear is that when I meditate at night, some bad guys will come to chop off my head, and I won’t even know what happened.

Meditating or sleeping during the day will increase your safety.

As for tasks like guarding mausoleums and protecting forests, they were not part of his plans at all.

After practicing until dusk, all the fatigue disappeared, the injuries healed a little, and the spiritual power returned to its peak state.

The most important thing is that every time he practices, the Dantian and meridians in his body will expand a little, which means that his cultivation is increasing rapidly.

Now he lacks the opportunity.

If he had the inner elixir of a thousand-year-old beast demon, or a few bites of thousand-year-old fairy fungus, or at least some spirit crystals containing pure spiritual power, his cultivation would improve faster.

Maybe when he is released after three months of imprisonment, he will be able to reach the realm of controlling gods.

It's a pity that the uncle Ye Fuyou in his body has no other ability except teaching him martial arts and supernatural powers, and is unable to help him absorb spiritual power quickly.

However, Ye Feng was still quite pleased to feel that the spiritual power in his body was increasing day by day.

As his cultivation level continued to improve, Ye Feng became more and more adept at practicing the Sword Condensation Style.

When he was practicing under the waterfall before, he could only control 120 to 130 Qi swords, but now he can control 160 Qi swords at the same time.

After waking up from meditation, Ye Feng opened the door of the bamboo building and walked out, then went to the stream behind to wash his face.

When I came back, I found an empty bowl on the new stove that I had set up that morning. It was the bowl I had used to bring rice porridge to the old man who was guarding the temple that morning.

It seemed that the old man was stubborn and said he didn't want to eat it, but he still ate it all.

This made Ye Feng very happy.

He learned from Ye Fuyou that the old man was a powerful recluse. Ye Feng planned to seduce him with delicious food, and then learn a few tricks from him, which might save his life in the future.

As for whether the gourmet plan can succeed, Ye Feng is not sure.

However, as long as I can establish a good relationship with this old man, my life here will be more secure.

It’s just an extra pair of chopsticks, no big deal.

You know, when I was licking the goddess in my previous life, I not only had to bring breakfast to the goddess, but also to her boyfriend.

That means two more pairs of chopsticks!

Soon Ye Feng was practicing the sword-condensing style in the open space again.

This move is very important. The Yunhai Sect is a sword-cultivating sect, and many of its powerful sword techniques and magical powers are based on the sword-condensing move.

However, there is a drawback to practicing the Sword Condensation Style. Since each Qi sword is transformed from spiritual power, this move consumes a lot of spiritual power.

Therefore, Ye Feng did not dare to practice this move for a long time. After about half an hour, when he felt that the spiritual power stored in his dantian was about half consumed, he would stop practicing.

Because if the spiritual power in the body is exhausted, if you encounter danger, you will have no power to resist.

Moreover, spiritual power recovers very slowly. Every time, Ye Feng needs to meditate for several hours before the consumed spiritual power can be replenished from the heaven and earth.

Ye Feng used the Purple-Green Divine Sword to condense and control more than 160 Qi swords.

These Qi swords shuttled quickly in the air under Ye Feng's dancing hands, and while shuttling, they constantly changed into various sword formations.

Sometimes it is like a spread-out umbrella, sometimes like a long straight line, and sometimes like multiple rocket launchers moving forward in unison.

He can control more than a hundred Qi swords at will, and with precision down to a single Qi sword.

At this moment, Ye Feng already possesses a certain level of combat power.

The Sword Condensation Style is actually not his most powerful move.

His most powerful ability now is to control the Purple-Green Divine Sword to fight with others.

After all, the Qi sword is condensed from spiritual power. The power of a single Qi sword is not strong. When it hits a hard object, the Qi sword will instantly shatter and dissipate.

The Purple-Green Divine Sword is different. This thing is a real blood-refined divine weapon. Ye Feng can control the Purple-Green Divine Sword at will to attack any target, and its speed is several times that of the Qi Sword.

It's just that he hasn't discovered this yet.

Seeing more than a hundred air swords spinning and flying around his body, I felt that this move was so cool!

Be it Indra or Wuming, they can be turned into ashes in seconds under the sword-condensing style of this sword god!

As soon as it got dark, Ye Feng stopped practicing the Sword Condensation Style. There was no other way. The Sword God was still in the initial stage of its development and the spiritual power in his body was not very abundant. After only practicing for half an hour, his spiritual power was depleted by more than half, so he was forced to interrupt his practice.

He couldn't close his eyes when it was dark, so Ye Feng began to practice his body movements, sword techniques, and boxing skills.

Late at night, the lonely wind blows by. In addition to the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, there is also the sound of leaf wind.

A punch was thrown, and a fist shadow burst out from the fist and hit a rock not far away.

With a loud bang, nearly 100 kilograms of rock exploded under the shadow of the fist.

Ye Feng stood there, looking at his fist stupidly, then at the exploded stone.

"No way! No way! I've become a peerless master?!"

Ye Feng felt that happiness came too suddenly. He held his fist and kissed and nibbled it, and his butt was shaking like the popular girl in the number nine jersey on TikTok. The new blonde Persian cats recruited by the Yihong Courtyard in Xianling Valley might not be able to shake their butts more coquettishly than this guy.

Yun Shuang'er, dressed in flowing white clothes, was bathing in the moonlight. Her hair was a little wet, and she was holding a huge fat fish in her hand.

She looked at Ye Feng, who was shaking his butt like an electric motor, holding her hands and kissing them madly, and constantly shouting "I'm so awesome! I'm Superman!" She thought this guy must be crazy.

"Are you...are you okay? Are you possessed by a ghost?"

Yun Shuang'er asked hesitantly.

Ye Feng's butt stopped shaking instantly, like a robot that suddenly lost power, and he stood there dryly.

After a moment, Ye Feng slowly turned his head.

I saw the peerless fairy in the moonlight.

He shuddered and quickly moved his hand away from his mouth.

He was so embarrassed that he had a thicker skin than a city wall and just wanted to find a rat hole to crawl into and enjoy his old age.

Shame on you!

It’s so embarrassing!

I didn't expect that Yun Shuang'er would see me dancing erotically while shaking my hips.

"Shuang'er? When...when did you come here?"

"It's been a while."

"Did you see everything?"

"Well, what were you doing?"

Ye Feng squatted on the ground with his hands covering his face.

I can't survive!

But he quickly stood up, rubbed his cheeks with his hands a few times, and the embarrassed expression disappeared instantly.

As a bully of men and women, Ye Daba has experienced all kinds of situations.

As long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Ye Feng sorted out his thoughts and saw that Yun Shuang'er was holding a huge fat fish in her hand.

"Shuang'er, it's already late at night, why did you bring a fish?"

Yun Shuang'er frowned and said, "I told you last time, don't call me Shuang'er, call me Senior Sister."

"Okay, Shuang'er."

Yun Shuang'er had no choice but to throw the big fish in her hand onto the grass beside her.

He said, "I was a little tired from practicing at Luoxia Peak today, so I went to the cold pond in the back mountain of Xingluo Peak to rest for a while. I was a little hungry, so I caught a fish.

I tasted your Yi Ya cooking last time and thought it was very good, so I came to you to process this fish."

Ye Feng looked at Yun Shuang'er's hair which had not yet dried.

He swallowed and said, "Let me cook fish for you, that's no problem, but can you promise me one thing?"

"what's up?"

"Next time you go to the cold pond to bathe, could you tell me in advance?"

Yun Shuang'er's pretty face darkened and she said, "What do you mean?! Didn't you see enough last time?"

"Shuang'er, you're wronging me again! What happened last time was truly a beautiful misunderstanding! I didn't... I didn't mean anything else, it's just... our Yunhai Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and someone might peek at you taking a bath. I'll go keep watch for you..."

Yun Shuang'er snorted coldly, "You're keeping watch for me? Do you believe that?"

"Yes! I read the Spring and Autumn Annals!"

"Reading the Spring and Autumn Annals? What is that?"

"It's not important... I'm going to take care of this fish!"

Ye Feng picked up the fish on the ground and ran towards the stream behind the wooden building.

Yun Shuang'er frowned. If her master hadn't told her to secretly protect this kid, she really wouldn't be willing to come here.

This kid is full of evil.

Especially his eyes...

Ever since the last bathing incident in the back mountain, every time Yun Shuang'er faced Ye Feng's malicious eyes, she felt like she was naked in front of her.