Evil Master and Disciple

Old Man Wen is now eager to recruit disciples.

I had only read Ye Feng's poems and essays before. Although I was amazed by them, I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart.

After all, many of Ye Feng's poems and essays that were passed down did not seem to be written by a passionate young man, but more like those written by an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and gone through the vicissitudes of life.

But today, he saw with his own eyes that Ye Feng casually picked up a pen and wrote a poem about plum blossoms that could be regarded as a masterpiece of all time.

In addition, Qiu Changlin has already accepted Ye Feng as his disciple.

Qiu Changlin is a person with an extremely rigorous character. If he had not tested Ye Feng's true talents and knowledge in many ways, Qiu Changlin would never have accepted a Taoist monk as his disciple.

Since Qiu Changlin has accepted Ye Feng as his last disciple, it is enough to show that Ye Feng's talent is well deserved.

So Old Man Wen didn't even bother to conduct an inspection.

He doesn't even care about his face anymore.

As a scholar, he spoke ill of Qiu Changlin behind his back, and said that he was just Ye Feng's calligraphy and painting teacher and had nothing to do with calligraphy.

This old man Wen is one of the six sub-sages of Confucianism, and his ability is not much lower than Qiu Changlin.

Ye Feng naturally wanted to become his disciple.

But reason told him that in the capital, he could only cling to one of the Confucianists' thighs, not both at the same time, otherwise it would definitely cause trouble.

So Ye Feng could only refuse with tears, and put the blame on Qiu Changlin, and told Old Man Wen clearly that he really wanted to ask him to be his calligraphy and painting teacher, but it was difficult to explain to Dean Qiu.

Old Man Wen slammed the table and stood up, saying, "I'm going to find Mr. Qiu right now!"

"No, Dean Qiu taught me calligraphy all night last night, and he must be tired now. Next time, next time you can go to him."

Ye Feng quickly spoke out to stop him.

Old Man Wen felt that now was indeed not a good time to compete with Old Man Qiu for his disciple.

I finally got to meet Ye Feng, I need to have a good chat with him.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Old Man Wen sit down again.

Old Man Wen asked, "Did Old Man Qiu ask you to piss me off?"

"No, I didn't know you were here before I came. Dean Qiu gave me a badge that allowed me to travel freely within the palace and the imperial city. When I left the Saint's Building this morning, I heard there was a court meeting in the palace today. I used to live in the mountains, so I was very interested in this and took the badge with me.

I just met Princess Changning at the door. She was very beautiful, so I followed her. After entering, I discovered that this was the Jiaotai Hall where the imperial seals were stored.

Ye Feng lied, one lie is worth two lies!

No draft, just write it naturally.

He instantly packaged himself, the thief of national destiny, into a young man who loved beautiful women.

It made sense and Old Man Wen had no doubts.

"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

"You just said that this is the Jiaotai Hall where the seals are stored. It is the lifeblood of the entire dynasty. I come here occasionally during the day. As for the night, other great scholars will guard this place."

"There are great scholars guarding this place at night."

Ye Feng pretended to be surprised.

He had already known about this from Master Yi.

Old Man Wen nodded and said, "Don't be fooled by the fact that this Jiaotai Hall is very empty. In fact, there are mysteries hidden inside. Those seals are not that important. The mystery here is what is important."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Is it the dynasty's luck?"

Old Man Wen was startled and said, "It was Old Man Qiu who told you."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "It was Master Yi who told his students that 30% of the dynasty's luck is stored here. Master Wen is probably here to prevent the dynasty's luck from being stolen."

Old Man Wen said, "No, no, no... Since one cannot live long if they are blessed with good fortune, you cultivators do not have any extravagant expectations for the dynasty's good fortune. Over the years, no cultivator has ever come to the imperial city to steal the dynasty's good fortune.

The reason for guarding this place is to prevent the luck from leaking out or dispersing.

A large amount of luck is sealed in this hall, but these seals were left by saints in the past. Over time, many seals have problems. Now that saints have not appeared for many years, we so-called sub-saints do not have the ability to change the sealing array here and can only carry out small-scale repairs.

Therefore, we must send people to stay here day and night. If we find that the luck is leaking out, we can collect it in time and repair the gaps in the magic circle."

Ye Feng suddenly realized.

It turns out that the main purpose of Confucianism sending people to guard the place where luck is sealed day and night is not to prevent the luck from being stolen, but to prevent the luck from leaking out.

No wonder Master Yi told me openly about the three places where the dynasty’s destiny was sealed.

This should not be a secret. Any official with a certain status knows about it.

Only the monks from various sects have the ability to steal luck.

However, the dynasty's luck is of no use to monks, and may even shorten their lifespan.

Even the idiot Ye Feng just wanted to absorb some of the dynasty's luck to charge the two Confucian magic weapons on his body. He never thought about absorbing the dynasty's luck into himself, let alone practicing Confucian exercises.

Otherwise, he would not have given the Haoran Tianyun Jue to Qiu Changlin so openly.

Now it’s difficult.

Before he came to Jiaotai Palace, he had already made a plan in his mind, which was to secretly steal the imperial seal, let the magic pen and magic inkstone absorb the luck of the imperial seal, and then secretly return it.

Ye Feng didn't take the royal guards outside seriously.

But there are great scholars waiting here at night, which makes things difficult.

These great scholars may not be very strong in combat in other places, but in the palace city where luck is stored, they are as fierce as little tigers.

With Ye Feng's level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to subdue the two great scholars in Jiaotai Hall.

However, Ye Feng is not completely desperate now.

There might be a chance for this plan to turn around.

The most urgent task now is to learn about Jiaotai Hall in detail through Wen Lianggong. Maybe we can find out the defense loopholes and find out the exact storage location of the imperial seal.

Ye Feng's mind raced, trying to think of an excuse to find out.

Suddenly, he cursed himself as an idiot in his heart.

Why make excuses? Why not just ask yourself?

These great scholars are all very cunning. No matter what excuses I make, Old Man Wen will definitely be able to see through my thoughts.

So, Ye Feng said, "Mr. Wen, I heard before that the imperial court has an imperial seal that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and spans several dynasties. Is this thing also in this Jiaotai Hall?"

"Of course, the Imperial Seal is the most important artifact of the dynasty. It not only symbolizes the supreme imperial power, but also contains powerful spiritual charm and luck.

Although it has gone through many dynasties, the imperial seals of all dynasties are kept in the Jiaotai Hall.

The word "Jiaotai" is taken from the phrase "Heaven and Earth Meet in Harmony" in the Book of Changes. The name of the hall is Jiaotai, which symbolizes the earth and the sky. The name of Jiaotai Hall can be traced back to a dynasty tens of thousands of years ago.