Evil Master and Disciple

Ancestral Hall.

The old man guarding the temple sat cross-legged on a cushion beside the altar.

Master Yun Yi, dressed in dark green Taoist robes and with an air of Taoist demeanor, took out three thin incense sticks from the incense box on the altar, lit them on the candle, and shook them gently a few times.

Then he held the incense in both hands, bowed respectfully three times to the spirit tablets of the ancestors of all generations, and finally inserted the thin Zen incense into the incense burner.

After doing all this, Master Yun Yi suddenly looked outside the door.

Said: "This Ye Feng is really noisy. I hope he didn't disturb the senior's quiet cultivation during this period."

The distance is a hundred meters, which is about thirty feet. For a cultivator with high cultivation, this distance is nothing and is completely within the coverage of his spiritual sense.

The two people in the ancestral hall felt clearly everything that happened in the bamboo building in the north.

The old man guarding the temple said, "At my level, it doesn't matter whether I repair it or not. What's more, since you let that kid come, this place has finally become a little lively and vibrant."

"Oh, Senior, it seems you like this guy very much?"

Master Yun Yi was slightly surprised.

In his memory, this old man who guarded the temple didn't like being disturbed.

If Master Yun Yi hadn't wanted Ye Feng to come here to guard the tomb for his eldest senior brother this time, he wouldn't have punished him to come here.

I thought the old senior would be very dissatisfied, but unexpectedly, he seemed to like Ye Feng very much.

The old man guarding the temple said, "Although this kid has a bad temper and absurd behavior, he is quite talented and intelligent. I heard that he is Yulong's disciple. Wow, Yulong may not have any other talents, but his vision in accepting disciples is quite good. You brothers and sisters are not as good as him in this aspect. If you train him well, his disciple will have a bright future."

Master Yun Yi didn't expect that the old senior would have such a high opinion of Ye Feng.

The old senior has seen several of his disciples, and each of them is a gifted child.

Especially the second disciple Fu Jinghong, whose talent in cultivation is rare in the world.

I have never seen the old senior guarding the temple give such a high evaluation as Ye Feng.

Master Yun Yi took out an old cushion from under the curtain of the altar and sat down.

"Senior, what do you think of Ye Feng compared to Yun Shuang'er?"

The old man guarding the temple looked at Yun Yi with a cloudy gaze and said, "There's no comparison. Ye Feng may be smart and talented, but Yun Shuang'er was born to cultivate the Dao. Yunhai Sect hasn't seen a woman as extraordinary as Yun Shuang'er in a thousand years."

Master Yun Yi nodded silently.

Among the younger generation of disciples in the Yunhai Sect today, there are only about a dozen people that Master Yun Yi values ​​the most, and Yun Shuang'er ranks first among them.

Before Yun Shuang'er joined the Yunhai Sect, Master Yun Yi felt that his second disciple Fu Jinghong's talent was already extremely rare.

But more than ten years ago, after Yun Shuang'er became a disciple of Junior Sister Yuying, Fu Jinghong was instantly reduced to ashes.

Among the three fairies of Yunhai, Yun Shuang'er, Miao Xiaorou, and Yue Yinling, Yun Shuang'er has the highest talent. It can no longer be described as rare, but rather as heaven-defying.

Master Yun Yi smiled faintly and said, "More than two hundred years ago, when I first became the head of Yunhai, I felt a lot of pressure. I was afraid that I would not be able to maintain the foundation passed down by the ancestors, and I was also worried that the next generation of disciples would be mediocre.

Judging from the performance of the young disciples of Yunhai Sect, I can rest assured. At least when we old guys were their age, our overall cultivation was not as good as theirs."

The old man guarding the temple said calmly: "Talented people emerge in every generation, and each leads the trend for hundreds of years."

Master Yun Yi's expression changed, and he said, "Excellent sentence! It seems that Senior's understanding of the Way of Heaven has deepened a bit."

The old man who was guarding the temple took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "Yun Yi, take a look at this."

Master Yun Yi took it suspiciously, and there was a poem on it.

He recited softly, "Hold fast to the green mountains, never letting go. Roots are planted in the broken rock. A thousand blows and countless blows, yet still strong. No matter which direction the wind blows, it will remain unshakable."

Master Yun Yi's eyes lit up slightly.

He was a man of both literary and military talents, so he naturally saw that this poem was extraordinary.

I thought it was written by an old man guarding the temple, and was about to give him a lot of praise.

Unexpectedly, the old man guarding the temple said, "Talented people emerge in every generation, and each leads the trend for hundreds of years. This poem about bamboo, which is worthy of being passed down through the ages, was also written by Ye Feng."

"What?" Master Yun Yi's expression froze instantly. He thought he was hallucinating.

He has been paying close attention to Ye Feng over the years. If this kid had a different master, he would have had a bright future. However, under the influence of Lao Liu, Ye Feng has been ignorant and naughty since childhood. It is estimated that he cannot even recognize all the characters, so how could he write such a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

"Senior, you are not joking with me, are you? Ye Feng...is that the Ye Feng next to you?"

"Of course it was him. I heard it myself. Honestly, I'm even more shocked than you are. If this kid hadn't studied Taoism, but instead studied, he might have been a top scholar."

Master Yun Yi looked at the bamboo in his hand and slowly frowned.

Bamboo House.

Ye Feng was plucking the feathers of Pheasant and the two old hens brought by Yun Shuang'er.

I just checked and although my vitals were severely hit by the rocks, there were no fractures or breaks, so my future happy life is saved.

It's just so embarrassing.

Ye Feng was very embarrassed when Yun Shuang'er saw this scene.

He didn't talk to Yun Shuang'er and just dealt with the three chickens on his own.

After removing all the feathers, he carried the three fat chickens to the stream behind to process them.

Before leaving, seeing Yun Shuang'er sitting on a recliner enjoying the cool breeze, he said unhappily, "Shuang'er, you can't just eat and not work. I'm going to the back to work on the mud and prepare the beggar chickens. You help me dig a pit, and then go collect some firewood. We need a lot of firewood to make three beggar chickens today."

"I won't." Yun Shuang'er refused directly.

"Then don't eat it!"

Ye Feng left angrily.

After about an incense stick of time, Ye Feng came back with three oval-shaped lumps of mud.

Suddenly, the boy was stunned.

I saw a hole dug on the ground where bonfires were often made.

There was a lot of dry firewood piled up nearby.

Obviously, this was all done by Yun Shuang'er when he was processing the beggar's chicken.

"No need to thank me, I just wanted to eat beggar's chicken sooner."

Yun Shuang'er, lying on the recliner, spoke lightly.

Ye Feng curled his lips and said, "Who should thank you? How many times have you eaten and drunk for free at my place? You should do some work!"

Yun Shuang'er rolled her eyes, turned her head away, and said, "You heartless brat, I'll take a break. Call me when you're done."

While Ye Feng buried the three beggar chickens covered in mud in the pit, he grinned and made faces at Yun Shuang'er.

At this time, the squeaking sound came again.

Ye Feng looked over and saw the green-haired little beast that not only laughed at him but also almost turned him into a eunuch.

He gnashed his teeth and said bitterly, "You damned green rabbit, sooner or later I'll turn you into a beggar rabbit! No, I'll castrate you first, and then turn you into a beggar rabbit!"

This time, the green-haired little beast did not laugh at Ye Feng. Its big eyes were always staring at the three mud lumps buried by Ye Feng.

Suddenly, the green-haired little beast turned around and went into the bamboo forest.

Seeing the green-haired little beast Huang running away in panic, Ye Feng thought that the little guy was scared and couldn't help but grinning.

After covering a layer of soil, Ye Feng started to light the fire.

When the fire started, he came to the lounge chair.

At this moment, Yun Shuang'er actually fell asleep.

That perfect profile made Ye Feng tremble with fear.

A girl is sleeping, and a man is approaching her secretly.

It reminded him of many Japanese romance movies he had seen before, which seemed to have similar plots...

Another woman may just be a rose with thorns.

However, Yun Shuang'er is a cool and beautiful datura. Not only are its petals poisonous, but even its fruits, seeds, branches, leaves, and rhizomes are highly toxic.

"Until my cultivation level surpasses hers, I must never extend my evil claws towards this poisonous flower!"

Yunshuang'er was sleeping soundly.

She didn't know why, but she fell asleep easily here despite having slept very little in many years.

Especially after practicing at Luoxia Peak, when I feel exhausted all over, I can just lie down on this recliner and feel relaxed all over.

Her master asked her to protect Ye Feng secretly.

As a result, every time she came here, she either ate or slept, and it was unclear who was protecting whom.

Time passed little by little.

It's almost midnight.

Ye Feng felt that the beggar's chicken should be almost done.

Just as he was about to take it out, he suddenly saw a ray of light rising from the direction of the ancestral temple and flying towards the direction of Xingluo Peak in the east.

Ye Feng stood up and looked at the flowing light.

Suddenly, Yun Shuang'er's voice came into my ears: "It's the headmaster, he has gone back."

"Ah? What a bad timing! I made three beggar chickens tonight and was thinking of sending one to the head master..."

Ye Feng felt a little disappointed.

No matter what hatred there is between Ye Fuyou in his body and the master uncle, at least Ye Feng feels that the master uncle is doing well.

Families are based on blood ties, while clans are based on inheritance.

In the entire Yunhai Sect, apart from the master and the little junior sister, the people closest to Ye Feng are the fat master's several senior brothers and sisters, that is, the lineage passed down by the great master.

In the mortal world, Ye Feng's relationship with Dugu Changkong, Fu Jinghong and others is equivalent to that of cousins, and their relationship is very close.

Alas, what a pity. I am so filial, but the head master will not have the good fortune tonight.

When it was time for dinner, he left. It couldn't be Ye Feng's fault.

It had been more than an hour, and the bonfire was basically out.

Ye Feng used a branch to push the ashes aside, and then dug out the three beggar chickens buried underneath.

Although Yun Shuang'er has a cold personality, she is very clear about her gratitude and resentment when doing things.

For example, the first time I ate Ye Feng’s roasted rabbit, the second time I came, he brought a big fat fish.

The last time she ate beggar's chicken, she ate most of it herself, so this time she brought two old hens.

She never owes anyone a favor.

Including Ye Feng's.

Ye Feng pushed the three mud lumps aside, and after a careful inspection, he found the fat pheasant mud lump.

"Shuang'er, the beggar's chicken is fresh out of the oven and is still hot. Let it cool for a while. I'll send one to the old man in the ancestral hall first."

Yun Shuang'er nodded slightly.

Ye Feng wrapped the hot mud lumps with leaves and ran south along the bluestone path.

As he ran, he said, "Senior! The beggar's chicken is ready!"

Ye Feng specially selected the pheasant and gave it to the old man guarding the temple.

The pheasants here are different from the pheasants in Ye Feng's previous life. They are very plump, but the meat is firm and very fragrant.

Yun Shuang'er is a fairy who has never been exposed to the world of spring water. How could she understand the daily necessities of life?

These two old hens were obviously domestically raised, probably bought, and they were quite old. They were very good for making soup, but the meat was a bit hard and tough when used to make beggar's chicken.

The taste is not as good as pheasant.

Ye Feng left the best to the old man guarding the temple.

There's no other way. After all, this old man said he would teach me how to activate the Purple and Green Divine Sword! This has to be worshipped!

As for Yun Shuang'er, who only knows how to beat me, kick me, and laugh at me, it's enough to give her something to eat. She still wants to eat good food? Not only is there no door, there is not even a window!

Soon we arrived at the ancestral temple.

Although the area of ​​the ancestral hall is very large, it is brightly lit with hundreds of candles.

The old man guarding the temple was still sitting cross-legged beside the altar.

There was an empty cushion next to him, which was where Master Yun Yi had sat just now.

Ye Feng ran in in a hurry and almost fell down when passing the high threshold.

He quickly placed the beggar's chicken in front of the old man and pinched his ears with both hands.

It was fresh out of the oven and so hot that I almost burned my salted pork hand into a salted pork trotter.

Ye Feng said: "Old senior, why did you let the head master go? I was thinking of letting him taste my cooking skills."

The old man guarding the temple said, "The master doesn't like this...Okay, you can go back."

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "This beggar chicken has been delivered to you. As for you teaching me a few tricks..."

"It's too late today, let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay, senior, you eat first and then go to bed early! I won't bother you anymore!"

Ye Feng turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, someone came back and tilted his head to look at the three plates of fruit offerings on the altar and incense burner.

There is an apple on the left, a banana on the right, and in the middle is a big black-skinned watermelon weighing at least thirteen or fourteen pounds!

Ye Feng swallowed, his eyes rolled, and he ran away holding the watermelon.

The old man guarding the temple cursed, "You little bastard! Didn't you say the ancestors told you in your dream that they like to eat watermelon? How did you take it away?"

"It's not me who wants to eat it! It's my guest, Senior Sister Shuang'er, who wants to eat it... Buy another one tomorrow... It's better to buy a whole basket..."

Looking at Ye Feng who disappeared in a flash, the old man guarding the temple shook his head helplessly.