Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 1427 Fairy Lingyin, do you have athlete's foot?

Outside the cave, the snow was thick and the wind was biting.

Inside the cave, the firelight flickered, making it warm and cozy.

An illusion divides the inside and outside of the cave into two different worlds.

While silently greeting the Holy Maiden Lingyin and her eighteen generations of female relatives, Ye Feng prepared water for Lingyin to wash her feet.

Actually, it's very simple for cultivators to boil water. They can use their true essence to activate it or use talismans to boil water.

However, Lingyin, this vixen, was clearly targeting him. As fellow cultivators, how could she expect him, a peerless young hero of the righteous path, to boil water for her to wash her feet? It was utterly outrageous.

Although Ye Feng was extremely unwilling, he had no strength left to resist.

He now realized that Lingyin, this demoness, wouldn't dare kill him, but she would beat him, and she would hit him very hard.

As a man who can bend and stretch, Ye Feng plans to learn from Goujian, who endured hardship and humiliation to achieve his goal. Now that the enemy is strong and he is weak, he can only endure for the time being. Once his cultivation is restored, it will not be too late to get revenge.

Lingyin took out a chair from her storage bracelet, dragged it along, and sat down at the edge of the fire.

Then he took out a bag of sunflower seeds, and while eating them, he watched Ye Feng squatting by the fire adding firewood.

Lingyin said, "Kid, didn't you hear what I just said? I asked you to write a poem. I'll say it again, if I'm not satisfied with even one of them, I'll beat you up."

Ye Feng smiled wryly, "Saintess Lingyin, if you want to beat me up, just say so. There's no need for me to write a poem. Whether you're satisfied or not is up to you."

Lingyin said seriously, "Look at what you're saying. I, Lingyin, am not an unreasonable and barbaric girl. Why would I hit you for no reason? I have to find a pretext."

Besides, you're now hailed as the greatest little poet in the world, so naturally I have to give you a challenge.

Ye Feng knew, of course, that Lingyin was talking nonsense.

Even if I copied all the masterpieces by Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi, Lingyin would not let me off the hook.

But when you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to bow your head.

Although Ye Feng knew that Lingyin was just looking for an excuse to beat him up, he still harbored some unrealistic fantasies. What if Lingyin was captivated by his poetry? Wouldn't that save him from a beating?

So Ye Feng said, "Alright, I admit defeat. Give me a question."

Lingyin laughed and said, "As expected of the Poet Immortal, you actually let me give you a topic on the spot. I like your confidence... Let me think... Since we are in Jiuhua Mountain, let's use Jiuhua Mountain as the topic."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng immediately racked his brains for a solution.

He can't write poetry at all; all his previous poems and essays were plagiarized.

In less than ten seconds, he had a suitable poem in mind.

However, he did not recite it on the spot, but pretended to be deep in thought, thus delaying the time.

Lingyin wasn't in a hurry.

She is also a young girl who loves poetry and literature, and knows that poetry and literature are quite profound and require careful consideration and repeated deliberation.

So Lingyin sat in the chair, crossed her legs, and leisurely grabbed a handful of melon seeds and hit Ye Feng on the forehead.

"Hey little poet, you've been thinking for ages. If you still can't come up with something, I'm going to beat you up!"

Ye Feng chuckled dryly, "I just thought of a few lines, please give your evaluation, Holy Maiden."

Lingyin laughed and said, "Oh, really? I, Lingyin, am also well-read and knowledgeable in poetry and literature. I want to see what masterpieces you can produce in such a short time."

Ye Feng cleared his throat and said, "Lianfeng Yunwai Temple, bells and chimes resound through the empty forest. I wish to ask about the Dharma of Ksitigarbha, the sound of pines representing the Buddha."

Lingyin pondered it carefully for a moment, then nodded and said, "It seems the rumors are true. You little guy are quite capable. Is this your original creation?"

Ye Feng said, "Of course, you would never have seen this poem in any book!"

"Oh……"

Lingyin took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from her storage bracelet and copied down the poem that Ye Feng had just recited. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that it complemented the Buddhist culture of Jiuhua Mountain.

So he wrote his signature on the poem.

Fang Lingyin.

Then, beaming with delight, he said, "Forget about this poem. From today onwards, it belongs to me."

Ye Feng craned his neck to take a look and said, "Fang Lingyin? So your surname is Fang?"

Lingyin rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't that obvious? I can't possibly have the surname Ling, can I?"

Ye Feng chuckled dryly, "That's true. Fairy Lingyin, the foot bath water is ready, and the poem is finished, so I won't disturb you while you soak your feet."

Ye Feng tried to slip away, but the long leg sitting on the chair lifted up and blocked Ye Feng's way.

Ye Feng asked, "Fairy Lingyin, is there anything else?"

Lingyin took a wooden basin from her storage bracelet, tossed it onto the ground in front of her, and said, "What do you think?"

Ye Feng was taken aback and said, "You wouldn't... you wouldn't ask me to wash your feet, would you?"

"Smart! I love talking to smart people!"

"Lingyin, that's enough! I'm an elite disciple of the younger generation of the Yunhai Sect, and I even made it into the top ten in the inner sect assessment. I'm about to represent the Yunhai Sect in the Lingshan Grand Competition. You want me to wash your feet? Are you out of your mind? A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated..."

"Oh, so you're not willing?"

"Unwilling... that's impossible! Fairy Lingyin, you are the most beautiful woman in the world! So many men would rather wait in line to wash your feet, how could I possibly refuse? I'm especially good at foot massages, I'll give you a good massage! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"Well, that's pretty much it."

Lingyin put the purple short blade back in her hand.

She then took out a cloth bag from her storage bracelet, which contained fresh flower petals.

Ye Feng lowered his head and lifted the large kettle off the fire, pouring some into the wooden basin.

He gritted his teeth, having already cursed Lingyin a thousand times in his heart.

The water had just boiled and was very hot, so Ye Feng poured some cold water into the wooden basin and then grabbed a handful of flower petals from his cloth bag and sprinkled them in.

Lingyin remained seated in her chair, stretching her legs out in front of Ye Feng.

Seeing Ye Feng standing there in a daze, Lingyin said, "What are you standing there for? Help me take off my shoes."

Ye Feng suddenly realized that he shouldn't have resisted washing Lingyin's feet earlier.

Just as he said, Lingyin is the most beautiful woman in the world...

Lingyin's feet weren't large; they weren't bound feet. They were just normal-sized feet.

Her shoes looked very expensive.

The white shoe uppers are made of the finest fabric and are embroidered with delicate lace.

Just as Ye Feng was about to reach out and take off Lingyin's shoes, he suddenly looked up and said, "Fairy Lingyin, do you have athlete's foot?"

"Athlete's foot? What does that mean?"

"Your feet... don't smell, right?"

Bang!

Lingyin kicked out, and Ye Feng fell backward to the ground.

Since Lingyin was sitting while Ye Feng was squatting in front of her, Lingyin's kick came very naturally.

Lingyin said irritably, "My feet smell nice, yours are the ones that stink!"