Evil Master and Disciple

The next day.

December 24th, Guihai year.

There are still six days until New Year's Eve.

There are only five days left before the demonic monks plan to take action.

When Ye Feng heard some movement in the yard, he slowly stopped practicing.

When he went out, he saw Su Daji and Miss Mozhu making a snowman in the yard, and Sanzhier was squeaking and waving his little paws to direct the two girls.

In the past, because Mo Zhu's soul was weak, he had never been released from the spiritual painting.

Later, after Su Xiaoli stabilized her soul, he did not let Yun Shuang'er out because she had been practicing in seclusion in the room.

Everyone remembered her because of the Chaos Spring incident the day before yesterday.

Now Mo Zhu is still quite free. The spiritual painting is no longer stored in the storage magic weapon by Yun Shuang'er, but is hung on the wall and nourished with blood every day. She can come out of the painting to play at any time.

Ye Feng saw Mo Zhu, turned around a few times with his eyes wide open, took out two bags of pastries from the black silk bracelet, and then walked towards the two girls with a smile.

A female ghost and a fox demon.

This combination is a perfect match.

"Daji, Mozhu, you're up so early to build a snowman. Come on, have something to eat! The best beef jerky."

Su Daji said: "I don't want to eat it. I just went to the front yard and ordered a lot of delicious food. Who wants to eat your broken meat?"

Ye Feng looked at Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu rolled his eyes and said, "I am a spirit and cannot eat dried meat. You can eat it yourself."

Ye Feng said with a grin, "Mo Zhu, don't you have the Chaos Divine Spring? Why don't you take a drop? Then you can eat like a normal person!"

Mo Zhu said, "Don't come on, there are only seven or eight drops left of the spiritual spring water that Old Bei gave me. I have to use it sparingly."

Ye Feng said: "Isn't it just the Chaos Spirit Spring? My ancestors have a big bottle of it, enough for you to use for hundreds of years."

"You said it yourself, that's Old Baby's, not mine. Oh, I remember you promised me that you would get some holy spring water from Old Baby. It's been so long, you didn't forget, did you?"

"No! How could I possibly forget! I, Ye Feng, am a man of my words. I will never break my promise to a human being, and I will not break my promise to a ghost either.

However, we are in a cooperative relationship. If you want more Chaos Spirit Spring, you have to put up some capital."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhu looked at Ye Feng with a wary expression, his little hands clutching his collar.

He said, "Ye Feng, you don't want to sleep with me, do you? Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi are in the room. If you want to sleep with a woman, you can go find your two fiancées. There's no need to play tricks!"

Su Daji, who was making a snowman with a ball of snow, immediately expressed her support, saying, "That's right, Sister Mozhu is my best friend now. If you want to sleep with her, I'll beat you up!"

Ye Feng quickly said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, how could a gentleman like me take advantage of a ghost's misfortune?

What I mean is, Mozhu, if you want more Chaos Spirit Spring, you should put some of it in as capital. It's like running a business; if you want to make more money, you naturally have to invest first. I don't want more, just four drops, and I'll pay you back forty drops later. How about that?"

Ye Feng finally revealed his true colors.

Seeing him rubbing his hands together with a flattering smile, Mo Zhu immediately said, "I only have seven or eight drops of spiritual spring water left. You want four? Aren't you trying to kill me? Don't even think about it! Get away from me!"

Ye Feng had long guessed that Mo Zhu would be furious.

Seeing that the soft approach didn't work, he resorted to the hard approach.

He smiled and said, "Mo Zhu, don't be so hasty to refuse. Let's not talk about investment. Just think of it as me lending it to you. I'll write you an IOU. If you lend me four drops of Chaos Spirit Spring, I'll pay you back forty drops with interest later. You won't lose money on this deal!"

And even if you don't lend it to me, I will ask Shuang'er for it. Then I won't write you an IOU.

Now I am coming to you in a friendly manner to negotiate, which shows that I respect you very much.

In fact, you know it yourself. If I want it, I don’t need to discuss it with you.”

Mo Zhu was frightened by Ye Feng.

Because Ye Feng was right.

She couldn't bring the Chaos Spirit Spring into the spiritual painting, so Yun Shuang'er had to keep it for her.

Given the friendship between Yun Shuang'er and this boy, if Ye Feng wanted it, Yun Shuang'er would definitely not refuse.

"Ye Feng, if you dare to touch my Chaos Divine Spring, I will kill you!"

Ye Feng, shaking his legs, looked like a gangster, and said, "I'm afraid of you? Do you believe I will kill you? You damn fool, you have been pestering my little Di for a long time. I can't stand you anymore.

Four drops of Chaos Divine Spring. If you are willing to lend them, lend them to me. If you are not willing to lend them, I will snatch them away from you.

A female ghost who can only live in a painting, do you think you are Nie Xiaoqian? You are even rebelling against the sky! "

After saying that, Ye Feng walked away.

This time he did not return to his own room, but walked towards Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi's room.

Just as he was about to push the door open, Mo Zhu called out, "Don't go in, you little brat! Yun Shuang'er and Shen Tianqi have just finished their training and are taking a bath!"

"Ah? Really? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

After saying that, Ye Feng reached out and decisively pushed open the door, then walked in impatiently with big strides.

at the same time.

Inside the imperial city, the Great Hall.

The six sub-saints are now gathered in the main hall.

There was a grand court meeting yesterday, so they had no chance to verify whether the national sword had been replaced.

Early this morning, there was no one in the Main Hall. They closed the Main Hall on the pretext that there had been recent unrest in the palace and that they needed to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the Hall, and began to verify the authenticity of the Sword of the Nation.

Standing under the plaque, Qiu Changlin moved his fingers and muttered something.

The national sword that had been hanging on the plaque for more than three thousand years, along with the iron chain, slowly fell down.

The national sword has not been maintained for more than three thousand years and is covered with rust.

Several sub-saints took a look and felt that this national sword was no different from the previous one.

Qiu Changlin gripped the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes slightly, and silently chanted a spell.

But the Sword of the Nation did not react at all.

Qiu Changlin frowned and tried a few more times, but the Sword of the Nation still did not respond.

An extremely heavy expression appeared on his face.

Wen Lianggong said: "Old Qiu, is it fake?"

Qiu Changlin nodded slowly and said, "It's fake."

The faces of several sub-saints also quickly turned gloomy.

This is the worst possible outcome.

Since the national sword under the plaque in the main hall is fake, it must have been taken away by Lin Yi and refined by him.

The poet Li Ling angrily said, "This Lin Yi is so audacious! He actually dared to steal the Sword of the Nation!"

Qiu Changlin said: "Now is not the time to talk about this. What we should consider now is, without the suppression of the National Sword, what should we do with the Dragon Vein?

The dragon vein seal is now growing stronger and stronger, and has begun to spread outside the imperial city. I estimate that in a few days, it will spread to the inner city, and even the outer city. We cannot predict where the next dragon vein outbreak will be. If it is in the downtown area of ​​the capital, the consequences will be unimaginable. "

(I drank too much today, so I'll only write 2 chapters. I'll make up one chapter tomorrow morning. Sorry, sorry!)