Evil Master and Disciple

Seeing Qiu Changlin in a daze, Ye Feng didn't know that Qiu Changlin was shocked by his ugly handwriting. He put down his brush, scratched his head, and laughed dryly: "I am really not good at couplets. I just crammed them casually. I am sorry to make you laugh."

Qiu Changlin slowly came back to his senses and said, "The peach blossoms and brocade wave embankment, although the artistic conception is a little thinner than the mist-locked pond and willows, it is also a rare and good pairing.

It only took Master Ye a moment to come up with the second couplet, which is much better than those of us who are just seeking fame and reputation.

It’s just your handwriting…”

"What? Did the student make any typos?" Ye Feng quickly lowered his head to check, and there were no typos.

"It's not that there are any typos, it's just that it's a little hard to read. Master Ye is a scholar with great talent, but his handwriting is really not worthy of being in a class of its own."

"Um... well... I've lived in the Yunhai Sect since I was a child, and I spend most of my time practicing Taoism. My master said that as long as a cultivator can understand the characters they write, it's fine, so I didn't practice calligraphy on purpose."

Ye Feng was very embarrassed.

In fact, his handwriting is completely acceptable in front of fat and thin monks, Qi Yao and other second-generation dandy immortals.

However, when facing the great Confucian scholars, his clumsy writing was not up to par.

In Qiu Changlin's opinion, Ye Feng's handwriting was not as neat as that of a child who had just started learning.

"Huang Youdao is uneducated and misleads young people. I will never let him go!"

Qiu Changlin puffed his beard and glared, seeming to be very angry.

"Senior, please don't be angry. My master has been very good to me and has never misled me."

"What does your master know? He only knows how to visit brothels and sleep with women. As the saying goes, a person's handwriting reflects his character. We scholars must write neatly. How could someone as talented as you write such ugly words?

I am not bragging. In calligraphy, it is hard to find a better scholar than me at that time. Each word of my flying white calligraphy is worth a thousand gold coins.

Master Ye, from tonight on, you will be my student, and I will personally teach you the art of calligraphy."

"Uh? This... this isn't good. I just took Master Yi as my teacher over a month ago!"

"How can that old bastard Yi Yunhan be qualified to be your master? This matter is settled... If he is dissatisfied, let him come to me!"

Ye Feng finally figured it out.

The old man took out the "Smoke Locks the Willows at the Pond" not to ask me to come up with the second line.

Instead, he wanted to use this eternal absolute to stump me, and then take me in as his disciple.

But the old man didn't expect that he would get the answer right in just a moment.

So he complained that his handwriting was ugly and asked me to learn calligraphy from him.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.

It seems that geniuses shine wherever they go.

These great Confucian scholars all vied with each other to accept him as their disciple.

Ye Feng was a smooth-talking person. He immediately knelt on the ground and said, "I am Ye Feng, the student, and I pay my respects to the teacher!"

"Haha, this young man is teachable. Hurry up and get up!"

Ye Feng worshipped Yi Yunhan as his Confucian teacher in order to learn from Yi Yunhan about the dynasty's fortune and the Confucian method of absorbing fortune.

Now he turned around and worshipped Qiu Changlin as his master. Of course, he didn't really want to improve his calligraphy level, but wanted to absorb some of the dynasty's luck through this old man to recharge his magic pen and inkstone.

"Well, Ye Feng, since you already respect me as your master, then I will give you a name."

The relationship between a man and a woman can change overnight.

The relationship between master and disciple changes in a single kneeling.

Just a moment ago, Qiu Changlin was still calling Ye Feng "Young Master Ye" and calling himself an old man.

Now, not only do you call me by my name, but I have also changed my name to "teacher".

Ye Feng found it a little strange.

I thought, if the fat master knew that I had two masters at the foot of the mountain, would he break my legs?

"Teacher, this... there's no need to bother. I have a pseudonym in the Yunhai Sect. My name is Zhengyi, Ye Zhengyi."

"Zhengyi, your Xuanmen Taoist name, has nothing to do with my Confucianism. Your teacher will give you a name from our Confucian school.

You are so young, yet you possess such literary talent. You will surely become a great figure in the future. I, your teacher, will bestow upon you the character [Great Figure]."

"Daqi? Ye Daqi?!"

Ye Feng felt like his CPU was about to burn out.

I thought this old man could give himself a very elegant name.

This...isn't this too damn arrogant?

Even if you have great potential, you can't use it as a name. How will other men see you?

I guess if this name gets out, when I walk on the street, people will stare at my crotch instead of my face.

"Teacher, can I change the font size?"

"Why, you don't like the word 'Daqi'? It's so good! You can't change it!"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly.

If I had known this earlier, I would have broken into the Hanlin Academy at night.

He got nothing and ended up with a vulgar name like Ye Daqi.

It's not as good as the name "Ye Daba" that I have in Yunhai Sect.

at the same time.

Yiningfang, Rulin Posthouse.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning and Ye Feng had not returned yet.

This made everyone a little worried.

Although Ye Feng likes to play, he is more restrained after coming down the mountain and never leaves the group for such a long time.

At this moment, several girls gathered in Shen Tianqi and Yun Shuang'er's room.

Hong Jiu hurried in and asked, "Is Old Ye back?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Qin Chuchu asked, "Did Xiaofeng go to Wanhua Tower?"

Hong Jiu said: "I just went to Wanhua Tower in South City, and Senior Xiaoli said that Old Ye didn't go there tonight."

Qin Chuchu frowned and said, "If I didn't go to a brothel, where could I go when it's so windy at night?"

Shen Tianqi held the Lingyin Mirror in his hand and said, "The key is that the Lingyin Mirror can't contact him either. Did something happen to him?"

Yun Shuang'er said, "Impossible. Xiaofeng's cultivation is extremely high. If he encounters an enemy, he will not be subdued in one move. The capital is very quiet tonight, and no one is fighting.

Besides, Sanzhier is still with Xiaofeng. If anything unexpected happens, Sanzhier will come back."

Shen Tianqi asked, "Then why is there no reaction from the Spiritual Sound Mirror?"

Yun Shuang'er and others looked a little worried at this moment.

It doesn’t matter when Ye Feng comes back. The key is that the Lingyin Mirror cannot contact him. This is what is most worrying.

There are only three reasons why the Lingyin Mirror cannot communicate. One is that Ye Feng did not carry it with him, but placed it in a storage bracelet. The space inside the storage magic weapon is a separate system, and the Lingyin Mirror cannot sense each other.

However, Ye Feng carries the Lingyin Mirror in his arms every day, and he has never been seen putting the mirror into the storage bracelet.

Secondly, the boy deliberately refused to accept the Spirit Sound Mirror. This possibility was not very high. Although the cousins ​​had played a trick on Ye Feng while he was taking a shower this morning, it was not a big deal. Ye Feng was not a person who did not know the seriousness of the matter and would not let them worry about such a small matter.

Third, Ye Feng is now in a place that can isolate the Lingyin Mirror from transmitting messages, or Ye Feng does not have the spare energy to connect to the Lingyin Mirror.

This is very worrying.