Evil Master and Disciple

After Ye Feng said when they would enter the bridal chamber, he immediately jumped backwards to avoid it and put some distance between himself and Yun Shuang'er.

However, to his surprise, Yun Shuang'er just frowned and had no intention of standing up to beat Ye Feng.

This made Ye Feng walk back with some disappointment.

He said, "I'm joking with you, and you're not angry? I thought you were going to hit me."

Yun Shuang'er said, "You are Master Yulong's disciple. I won't be surprised by what you say or what jokes you make. But, you really deserve to die."

"It was just a joke... I'm making beggar's chicken tonight, and you're here again. Consider it my way of repaying you for helping me chase Senior Sister Shangguan away yesterday."

Ye Feng had a rough idea of ​​Yun Shuang'er's temperament.

This girl is a woman who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

I made up a dirty rumor about her, and she beat me up, and that hurdle between them was over.

No matter what the other party thinks, or whether he has any resentment in his heart, it is all in the past in Yun Shuang'er's heart.

Now that it's over, we're friends again.

If you offend her again, she will beat you up again.

Then it passed again.

Ye Feng felt a little sad about this woman who was more rational than emotional.

Ye Feng still prefers the big sister next door type, and doesn't like the queen type.

"Beggar's chicken? What is it?"

Ye Feng shook the large lump of mud in his hand.

"That's it! Beggar's chicken takes a while to make, about an hour. Take a break first, I'll call you when it's done."

Yun Shuang'er looked at the mud lump in Ye Feng's hand in confusion and frowned slightly.

Is this guy going to let me eat dirt? Is this how he repays me for saving his life?

The preparation of beggar's chicken is very particular. It is not just a matter of wrapping the processed chicken in lotus leaves and then covering it with a layer of mud.

There are two important secrets to cooking the delicious beggar's chicken. One is the seasoning, and the other is the heat.

You cannot put the beggar's chicken directly on the flame or throw it into a fire. The temperature is too high and the inside will be burnt after you knock off the mud.

The best way to cook beggar's chicken outdoors is to dig a small hole in the ground, place the beggar's chicken covered with mud in the hole, and then cover it with soil, preferably sandy soil.

The soil should be neither too thick nor too thin. Then a fire should be lit on the soil with wood.

The heat from the flames was transmitted into the ground, slowly cooking the fat chicken underneath.

This process usually takes about two hours.

Yun Shuang'er lay on the recliner, watching Ye Feng dig a hole, cover the soil and light a fire.

This series of outrageous actions left Yun Shuang'er confused. She had no idea what this kid was up to.

After lighting the bonfire, Ye Feng had nothing to do, and the rest was left to time.

Covered in mud and dirt, Ye Feng went back to the stream behind him and washed himself clean.

No matter whether your head is as swollen as a braised pig's head or not, you must first clean it up.

No girl likes a sloppy and dirty man.

These are all the valuable experiences Ye Feng summed up in his previous life.

After cleaning for more than twenty minutes, when he returned to the bamboo building, the fire had become much smaller. Ye Feng picked up a few more firewood and threw them on the fire.

Thinking that Yun Shuang'er had fallen asleep, he turned around and saw Yun Shuang'er staring at him with her clear and cold eyes.

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Why are you looking at me? You are not really in love with me, are you? I tell you, my name is Ye Feng, the leaf with long roots and lush leaves, and the wind with romantic and dashing temperament.

The so-called romantic people are mostly just lackeys, and the lovesickness at this moment must be heartbreaking.

I am the wind, and the wind cannot be caught by anyone. Any girl who falls in love with me is destined to be hurt by my romanticism and will be heartbroken by my lovesickness all day long.

I have no choice, because I don't belong to any one woman, I belong to all the beautiful women in the world!"

"Your master is shameless! You are even more shameless than him!" Yun Shuang'er was speechless.

She couldn't imagine how two figures like Uncle Yulong and Ye Feng could appear in the Yunhai Sect, which had strict rules.

Ye Feng grinned and said, "Thank you for the compliment. This is what they call a disciple surpassing his master, or ice born from water being colder than water itself. As the saying goes, every generation has its own talented people, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Master is old, and from now on, the world belongs to me, Ye Feng."

Yun Shuang'er looked at Ye Feng who was intoxicated, and she frowned slightly.

She has known Ye Feng for many years and knows him very well.

I always feel that Ye Feng has changed a lot since he escaped death last time.

Although he is still slick, greedy and lustful, but... his entire temperament and even personality have changed.

Especially in terms of literary cultivation, he could recite idioms and ancient poems, many of which he had never heard of before.

This made Yun Shuang'er full of curiosity.

Is this kid still the layman who has never attended a private school for a single day and can only recognize a few words?

Not only Yun Shuang'er, but Fatty Yulong also had a similar feeling.

The last time Ye Feng went to Mozhuxuan to apologize, he used more than a dozen idioms. Fatty Yulong was so shocked that he even suspected that his foolish disciple was planning to give up his immortality and take up literature to take the imperial examination.

Seeing Yun Shuang'er still staring at him with a strange look in her eyes, Ye Feng said, "Shuang'er, you've beaten my handsome face into a pig's head. What's so good about it? If you look at me again, I'll get angry!"

Yun Shuang'er said, "I just feel that you are very different now than before."

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He laughed dryly and said, "Everyone grows up. I am more mature, steady and responsible now than before!"

Yun Shuang'er shook her head gently and said, "No, no... You seem to have become much more refined. You used to be full of foul language, but now you speak eloquently."

"Forehead……"

Ye Feng scratched his head again and said, "I've been working as a herbalist in the herb garden for over a year now. When I'm bored, I read books. I can't help it, I'm just such a hardworking and studious person."

"Haven't you lost all your previous memories? Have you recovered your memories?"

"No... I heard from others that I read a lot, almost to the point of reading by lamplight at night, unable to put the book down. I don't know why, but all my memories of the past have been lost, but the books I read are deeply imprinted in my soul.

This feeling...how should I put it? It's like a book I read in my previous life, so unreal and ethereal.

Shuang'er, I'm not bragging, but with my literary talent, even if I go to Beijing to take the imperial examination, it would be a piece of cake." Ye Feng grinned, but now he looked a little miserable. His smile was not handsome at all, but rather very disgusting.

"Number one scholar? Isn't that bragging? The number one scholar is the god of literature who has descended to earth. How can anyone be as slick and irrelevant as you?" Yun Shuang'er shook her head slightly with disdain on her face.

Seeing Yun Shuang'er's slightly sarcastic expression, Ye Feng's male chauvinism came back again.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't say that. The top scholar exam is about literary talent, not looks! Comparing looks is a beauty pageant! I can't say I'm a learned scholar, but at least I'm well-read."

"Oh, this is the first time I've heard someone boast about being well-read. Besides practicing, I also read some ancient books and understand some poetry. I wonder if Ye Manfu could teach me a thing or two, so that I can see the literary talent of the top scholar."

"Okay, I'll open your eyes today. Isn't it just about writing poetry? If you read 300 Tang poems by heart, you will be able to recite them even if you can't write them. You give me a topic, and if I can't answer it, all the beggar's chicken tonight will be yours." Ye Feng said arrogantly.

He still has the confidence.

After all, he is a serious college student and he has not forgotten the 300 Tang poems he memorized as a child.

He knew this world. Although it was very similar to ancient China and had ancient classics such as the Book of Songs, Tao Te Ching, and Happy Journey, this world valued literature over martial arts, with demons running rampant. The once prosperous Confucian cultivation tradition had declined.

Now, Confucianism is only left with the strategies for governing the country in the Four Books and Five Classics, which have gone beyond the scope of the world of cultivation.

Unlike ancient China, Confucianism flourished and reached its peak during the Tang and Song dynasties, and countless brilliant poets emerged.

"I am surrounded by green bamboos. Please write a poem about bamboos, even a doggerel will do."

"Who are you looking down on..."

Ye Feng looked up at the tall and dense bamboo forest in front of him, searching his mind for ancient poems about bamboo.

Hey, when I read online novels before, the male protagonists who traveled through time relied on poetry to show off and win applause from the audience.

It was finally my turn to show off, but I didn't expect that Yun Shuang'er was the only one in front of me.

What is the difference between this and walking in the night in fine clothes or carrying jade in common clothes?

It's not fun to pretend at all, it's not at all appropriate!

Among ancient poems about bamboo, Zheng Xie's "Bamboo and Rock" from the Qing Dynasty is undoubtedly the best. However, this small scene probably doesn't require this poem.

But when Ye Feng thought about it, he seemed to only think of this one.

Seeing Ye Feng remained silent for a long time, Yun Shuang'er shook her head slightly.

"Hey, don't go around saying you're knowledgeable. You'll just end up making a fool of yourself."

"Writing is a matter of eternity, and it cannot be sloppy. You have to let me incubate it... I have it..."

Ye Feng pretended to shake his head at the green bamboo forest in front of him.

"Hold on to the green mountains... and never let go!"

"The roots are in the broken rock!"

After hearing these two sentences, Yun Shuang'er, who was originally lying lazily on the recliner, suddenly sat up slowly.

She looked at Ye Feng's back with a look of surprise on her face.

Yun Shuang'er has three major hobbies, not drinking, smoking, or perming her hair, but cultivation, poetry, and drinking.

Just based on the two sentences that Ye Feng recited, she already felt that this boy was really capable.

Ye Feng didn't see Yun Shuang'er's expression, he continued to read while shaking his head.

"No matter how many blows you take, you'll still be strong!"

"Let the wind blow from east, west, south, or north!"

Yun Shuang'er's expression was very interesting at this moment, and she looked at Ye Feng's back in disbelief.

Suddenly, I felt that the little boy became blurry under the moonlight.

Very strange!

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have believed that this seven-character poem about bamboo, which describes the bamboo's uprightness, tenacity, and strong character, actually came from the mouth of Ye Feng, an uneducated bully.

At this moment, the old man who was sitting cross-legged in the main hall of the ancestral hall suddenly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes seemed to hold a hint of surprise.

He couldn't help but glance sideways to the north.

He sat in the ancestral hall, with many tablets and walls to the north.

The old man murmured, "No matter how many blows you make, you will still be strong. No matter which direction the wind blows... Interesting, really interesting..."