Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 320: Confucian Talisman, Inquiry about Marriage

Old Man Zhuge holds a pen in his right hand and an inkstone in his left hand.

The black tip of the pen was stained with the golden ink condensed in the inkstone of all living beings.

The next moment, the entire Mountain and River Pen underwent drastic changes.

The light originally emitted by the Mountain and River Pen was a soft white light.

The color emanating from it at this moment is golden.

It is purer and more profound than the Buddha's light.

Miss Mozhu, who was standing dozens of feet away in the north, saw that the originally black ancestral hall was suddenly covered by a golden light.

No, it's not just one. If you look closely, the golden light curtain is composed of countless tiny golden rays of light.

Although the distance was far, Mo Zhu's face was still extremely pale under the golden light.

A bit of awe-inspiring air, a thousand miles of breezy wind.

The Confucian spirit of righteousness is the natural nemesis of all evil spirits and ghosts.

Although the black bamboo is a spiritual object in the painting, it is different from the soul of Ye Fuyou in Ye Feng's body, but in the final analysis, the black bamboo is still a spiritual body.

Even though she now possesses strength that is no less than that of the Divine Silence Realm, this female ghost is still difficult to stop when facing the righteous spirit.

I just felt that in the golden light in the distance, there was a mysterious power surging like a tide.

This power does not cause any harm to human beings. Instead, it makes people feel very comfortable and can even cleanse the sins deep in their hearts.

Ghostly spirits have completely opposite feelings when facing this power.

Fear will be infinitely magnified, and the spiritual energy will be devoured like thousands of ants under the surge of this mysterious force.

Miss Mozhu's face was pale and she looked in pain. She quickly turned around and ran into the bamboo forest.

As the distance got farther, the feeling of tearing the soul away weakened.

The three people in the ancestral hall had no idea that Mo Zhu had hidden deep in the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng and Dugu Chan were both looking at Old Man Zhuge.

This energetic old man did not write any words in the air.

Instead, he quickly wrote the word "wind" on a piece of paper.

White paper, golden text.

Old Zhuge glanced at Ye Feng and said, "Boy, use your true power to propel this piece of paper and throw it out."

Although Ye Feng was suspicious, he still did as he was told.

I picked up the paper and didn't find anything wrong. It was just a word written in golden paint on the paper.

He walked to the gate of the ancestral hall and activated his true energy. Suddenly, something strange happened. The ordinary piece of paper suddenly released a dazzling golden light.

As the paper shredded, a violent gale blew up on the flat ground outside the ancestral hall.

The eyeballs are fixed, which seems to be the Confucian magic of entering the spirit, but it is also very similar to the Taoist talismans.

By the time he reacted, old man Zhuge had written a few more words.

Clouds, thunder, and rain respectively.

Invite Ye Feng to activate these talismans one by one.

Ye Feng knocked them out one by one.

The originally clear night suddenly underwent a drastic change.

The wind was blowing violently, dark clouds covered the sky, thunder and lightning roared, and rain poured down.

Ye Feng was dumbfounded.

He thought of a word.

Turn your hand and clouds will appear, turn your hand again and rain will fall!

Dugu Chan stood at the door of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, watching the sudden storm before him.

He said: "The words come out of the law, and the writing is like a god... It's quite interesting."

The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly. A strange light shot out from between his wrinkled and withered fingers, and in an instant it was lost in the wind and rain outside.

The violent storm that seemed like the end of the world suddenly stopped.

The dark clouds quickly dissipated, revealing the starry sky again.

Only the accumulated water on the ground was silently telling us that the scene just now was not an illusion, but a real heavy rain.

Ye Feng was so shocked that he couldn't speak at this moment.

Senior Qingyun wrote a few words casually, and it brought about a storm, thunder and lightning. This was magical enough.

As a result, the ancestor flicked the trigger casually, and the storm disappeared without a trace in just three or four seconds.

These...are these two old men still human?

This is God!

Only God can control the weather!

Old Zhuge glanced at Dugu Chan and chuckled, "Old Chan, it's been sixty years since we last met. Your cultivation has improved a bit. What was that attack you just made?"

Dugu Chan said calmly, "It's just a minor skill, not worth mentioning. But you... actually combined the power of speaking with the power of writing. Confucianism says that those with great luck cannot live long. You not only have Confucian luck, but also possess Confucian supernatural powers. How have you lived so long?"

Old Zhuge laughed and said, “The key lies in these two sacred Confucian artifacts.

Speaking the truth requires expressing it in the form of language that contains a strong sense of Confucian righteousness.

Writing like a god is stimulated by using Confucian instruments such as brushes.

A single magical instrument cannot activate it, but the divine pen, combined with the divine inkstone, through a certain medium, can combine the power of words and the power of writing with divine strokes. I don't need Confucian luck at all."

Ye Feng understood something and said, "Senior Qingyun, you mean... these two magical instruments can be combined to write powerful talismans at will."

"Smart, this mountain and river pen has a huge amount of righteousness within it, but if it is dipped in ordinary ink, the spiritual power of the words written will dissipate quickly.

If combined with the golden liquid of the Inkstone of All Beings, it can condense the great energy and maintain it for a long time.

To put it simply, it is a talisman.

It’s just that the process of making Confucian talismans is much simpler than that of Taoist talismans.

Every stroke of a Taoist talisman requires the drawer to mobilize strong spiritual power.

Even a master in the Heavenly Man Realm would be exhausted after drawing a few talismans, and would need to rest for a long time to recover the consumed spiritual power.

And Confucianism only needs this brush...

Boy, when you activate the Mountain and River Pen, shouldn't you silently recite its purpose in your mind to enhance the power of the words you write?"

"correct."

"The Mountain and River Brush combined with the All Living Beings Inkstone eliminates the need for this tedious process. For example, if you want to write the word 'wind', all you need to do is say it aloud, and the power will naturally flow into the writing."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up and he said, "Doesn't that mean that with the Mountain and River Brush and the Inkstone of All Living Beings, I can possess unlimited Confucian talismans? I can write whatever I want! I can write as many as I want?"

"In theory, yes, but in reality, it's simply impossible. You're not a Confucian monk, and you don't possess righteousness. Every stroke you write is powered by these two sacred Confucian artifacts.

If you write without restraint, it won't be long before the righteous energy contained in the divine brush and inkstone is completely consumed. So try to write words with fewer strokes.

This is how Confucian magic works: the more strokes you use, the more your righteous energy is consumed."

Ye Feng felt somewhat disappointed when he heard this.

To put it bluntly, the magic pen and the magic inkstone are like batteries. Before a way to recharge them is found, the power will be lost a little bit every time they are used.

Suddenly, Ye Feng said, "Senior Qingyun, according to what you said, if I write many characters, or even the same character, on the same medium, the power of this talisman will increase exponentially."

Elder Zhuge shook his head and said, "The number will increase, but the upper limit of strength cannot be increased."

Ye Feng understood.

He felt that was enough.

If you don’t have enough strength, you can make up for it with numbers. If you fight with others, you can scare your opponent to death!

Ye Feng rubbed his hands and said, "Senior Qingyun, could you lend me your Inkstone of All Beings for a few days?"

"What are you thinking? This is my treasure! Can I lend it to you for a few days? If it breaks, can you afford to pay for it?"

"Senior Qingyun, don't be so stingy. This thing is made of stone, how could it be broken? I just wrote a few words!"

Old Zhuge rolled his eyes a few times and coughed, "That's true... If you want to borrow my Inkstone, it's not impossible, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Don't even mention one, even ten will do!"

"Ten then."

"Uh? Ah? Or one... I was just joking."

"You kid..."

After a stick of incense, Ye Feng returned to Fengling Residence in the front mountain.

It was already late at night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After rummaging through the black silk bracelet, he found a thick stack of blank papers.

He held the big brush, thought for a moment, and began to write quickly on the paper.

Looking from the outside, Fenglingju in the darkness was constantly flashing with a faint golden light for a long time.

The next day, early in the morning, Ye Feng walked out of the room yawning.

Fatty Yulong sat on a reclining chair in the courtyard and said, "You little brat, you're supposed to compete today, why are you looking so listless?"

Ye Feng said: "Don't mention it, I practiced calligraphy all night last night."

"Practicing calligraphy? Why would you need to practice your awful handwriting?"

"Master, it's precisely because my handwriting is ugly that I need to practice. I'm now an elite disciple of the Yunhai Sect. Maybe someone will ask for my autograph in the future. Of course I have to practice writing better, otherwise I'll be laughed at."

Fatty Yulong nodded and said, "That's true. It seems you've truly grown up, and I'm very pleased. By the way, Feng'er, I recently heard a rumor that the broken purple-green sword in your hand is a blood-refined divine weapon... Is that true?"

This news was publicly revealed by Fairy Yumian several days ago and has already spread throughout the entire Yunhai Sect.

However, Ye Feng had not been home for the whole time during this period. Today, he was finally caught by Fatty Yulong and asked about the matter.

Fatty Yulong stared at Ye Feng intently, and his question seemed casual, but it seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Ye Feng scratched his head and said, "Blood-refined divine weapons? What is that? I don't know. I got my Purple-Green Sword from the Sword Tomb in the back mountain."

"There are over a hundred thousand immortal swords stuck in the cliffs of the Sword Tomb in the back mountain. Why did you choose this one?"

"Um... I just pulled one out at random. Master, is my Purple-Green Sword very powerful?"

"Nonsense! A Blood-Refined Divine Weapon, the pinnacle of divine weapons, is rare in our Yunhai Sect, or even in the entire world... I, your Master, envy you to death! However, I am a qualified and good master. I won't snatch your sword just because it's of a higher grade. Take good care of it, and don't lose it!"

Fatty Yulong didn't want to look at Ye Feng's purple-green sword.

He revealed such a big thing in just a few words.

This is actually not reasonable.

But Ye Feng didn't think much about it. He just thought that his master was a selfless and good master, and didn't try to guess his master's intentions.

"Brother! Get up!"

Huang Ling'er pushed open the door and saw Ye Feng talking to his father, and greeted him.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Ling'er, Xiao Man, hurry up and pack up. I have a competition with my senior brother today, so we can't go too late."

Huang Ling'er responded.

Ye Feng did not leave, but sat on the stool next to the stone table.

Said: "Master, there is something I need to ask you."

"What's the matter? Are you unsure about your opponent today, Zhou Pingjing, and would like me, your master, to teach you a few moves? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I asked Zhou Tianchen outside the main hall yesterday, but he didn't say anything. As for Zhou Pingjing's cultivation level, I really don't know. You just need to be careful in the arena today. If you can beat him, fight. If you can't, just admit defeat. There's no need for you to compete for a good ranking. As a person, the most important thing is to be happy..."

In Fatty Yulong's heart, he actually didn't want his disciples to be too outstanding.

If this kid really gets into a few more rounds and makes it into the top 20 or top 10... that would be quite troublesome.

"I don't care too much about Zhou Pingjing. Master, I want to ask you about my marriage."

"Marriage?" Fatty Yulong sat up straight instantly, his eyes widening as he shouted, "Did you get Shangguan pregnant?"

"What?! Shangguan and I have never even held hands.

"Well, I was so happy for nothing. I thought I would have a grand disciple."

"Master, I recently heard that you arranged a marriage between me and Senior Sister Shen Tianqi. What's going on? Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Child marriage? Shen Tianqi?"

"Yeah. Why, isn't that true? Isn't this an engagement token?"

Ye Feng took out the golden jade cicada that Hong Jiu had returned to him yesterday.

Fatty Yulong, who was looking puzzled, changed his expression after seeing Yuchan.

He reached out and patted his head, saying, "It seems like that happened. It's been more than ten years. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it."

"Forgot? Master, you arranged a marriage for me, something as important as this, and you actually forgot!?"

Ye Feng stood up and shouted loudly.

Huang Ling'er and Xiao Man in the kitchen were both stunned when they heard the sound.

The two girls came out immediately.

Huang Ling'er's face turned pale and she cried out, "Dad! What engagement? Is my eldest brother engaged?"