Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 258 Dugu Sword God, 3 Sword Styles to Slay Gods

Looking at the intriguing evil smile on Ye Feng's lips, the old man guarding the temple rolled his eyes at him.

"You little brat, you're not that old, but what kind of mess are you thinking about?

Why are you here in the back mountain instead of watching the fun in the front mountain? Did you win another competition?

Ye Feng walked up to the old man and said with a chuckle, "Grandfather, how did you know?"

The old man guarding the temple took a look at the watermelon in Ye Feng's arms and said, "You are here to show off again!"

"Hahaha, ancestor, you understand me!"

Ye Feng immediately sat down on the ground and reached out to cut the watermelon open.

I was just about to take half for myself and half for Sanzhier.

Suddenly he looked up at the old man guarding the temple and said, "Old Ancestor, do you want to eat?"

The old man guarding the temple snorted, ignored him, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the bluestone path in the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng looked at the beautiful Mo Zhu again and said, "Heavenly Ghost Girl, do you want to eat?"

Miss Mozhu shook her head slightly and said, "You also said that I am a ghost and I don't eat these things."

Ye Feng nodded and said to Sanzhier, "Sanzhier, go to the ancestral hall and bring back some ingot candles and incense..."

Miss Mozhu was dumbfounded.

Does this kid think that ghosts eat ingots and candles?

Ye Feng was just joking. After giving half of it to San Zhier, he ate the melon himself while exaggerating his battle with Senior Sister Nangong Yan today.

It is seriously deviated from the facts and is a complete myth.

The old man guarding the temple didn't react much, but Miss Mozhu squatted aside, propped up her chin, and listened with great interest.

After Ye Feng finished bragging, he saw that Miss Mozhu looked unsatisfied.

He said, "Miss Mozhu, I'm really amazing! I won two rounds in a row, no doubt about it. Oh, number one in the world... and number two in the world must be me!"

Miss Mozhu asked with some confusion, "Number two in the world? When you boasted at the entrance of the ancestral hall after your last victory, you said you were number one in the world. How come you were demoted today?"

Ye Feng looked at the back of the old man guarding the temple and laughed, "Who dares to call himself the best in the world in front of Dugu Sword God?"

The old man guarding the temple suddenly stopped cleaning.

He turned his head and glanced at Ye Feng.

He frowned and asked, "Who told you that?"

He had instructed Yun Yi and Yu Long not to reveal their identities to Ye Feng, and there was no way the two would go against his words.

But Ye Feng still knew it.

This surprised the old man guarding the temple.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I met my third uncle today at the top of Xingluo Peak. He asked me if the Scarlet Sun Heart Thunder Art was passed down to me by my uncle Dugu, who guards the ancestral hall. So I knew it!

Ancestor, if you had told me earlier that you were the Dugu Sword God from a thousand years ago, I would definitely serve you well!

But it’s not too late now…”

The melon flesh had been eaten, and Sanzhier was eagerly waiting for the rind.

After Ye Feng threw the melon rind to San Zhi'er, he stood up and said, "Old Ancestor, don't worry. From now on, whenever I, Ye Feng, have a bite of meat, you will definitely have a bite of soup."

"Thank you, you are so filial. You eat the meat and I drink the soup?"

"I'm worried about your bad teeth. Old Ancestor... Grand Master, could you teach me a few more moves...

I heard that you were once a roaming mortal without a single defeat, and that your three-sword technique for beheading gods was unprecedented... With those three swords, you cut off one of the arms of the Cloud Demon Ancestor.

Grand Master, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I am also a swordsman now, let's discuss it!"

"I've taught you more than enough. In over eight hundred years, no Yunhai disciple has ever learned more than three magical powers from me. You should be content!"

"Grandmaster, please don't force me to use my special moves!"

Ye Feng quickly came behind the old man guarding the temple.

Miss Mozhu thought that the two were going to fight.

Unexpectedly, the aggressive Ye Feng suddenly knelt down on his knees and hugged the thighs of the old man guarding the temple.

He cried out, "My dear ancestors! My life is so miserable! So many people want to kill me! I need to learn some skills to survive! Please have pity on me!"

I swear to the more than 4,800 ancestors in the bamboo forest that as long as you teach me the Three Sword Styles of God-Slaying, I will never bother you again!

I will also take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life. After you die, I will come to burn paper money for you every New Year and every festival!"

Miss Mozhu was dumbfounded.

This... is Ye Feng's ultimate move?

It was broad daylight, in the open air, with other people around, and this young man just knelt on the ground, hugging the old man's long legs and crying and begging?

This is too embarrassing!

The old man guarding the temple had known that Ye Feng would do this.

At the beginning, Ye Feng relied on this skill of being a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water to learn a lot of good things from the old man guarding the temple.

But this time, Ye Feng's special move seemed to fail.

The old man guarding the temple exerted his true strength on his legs and directly knocked him away seven or eight feet.

The old man's eyes seemed to be slightly painful, and he said lightly: "The Three Swords of God Slaying is not something you can learn."

Ye Feng, who was blown away, got up from the ground in a panic and asked, "Why?"

"There's no reason. You can't learn it. You simply can't. For over eight hundred years, I've never taught the Three God-Slaying Swords to anyone. Forget it."

As he spoke, the old man walked towards the south with a broom in his hand.

Miss Mozhu followed.

Ye Feng stood there for a long while, seeing the lonely figure of the old man and the pain in his eyes just now.

Ye Feng felt that there was something going on.

After hesitating for a moment, he followed.

He did not dare to approach the old man guarding the temple, but walked side by side with the black bamboo girl.

He asked, "Mozhu ghost girl, why did you run away when you saw me earlier?"

"Because you're a bad person."

"Uh... me? I'm the bad guy?"

"Yeah, you're a bad guy, you'll sleep with me, so I ran away."

"Sleeping with you? You think too much! I, Ye Feng, am a gentleman, not that kind of person!"

Fairy Mozhu turned her head and looked at him sideways, saying, "Am I really overthinking it?"

Ye Feng felt a little uneasy when she looked at him. He coughed a few times and said, "Well... you don't think too much about it. After all, everyone loves beauty.

Especially in your situation... in this situation, you don't have to take responsibility, there are no consequences, and you are still so beautiful.

I’m a man too, you know!”

Miss Mozhu rolled her eyes at Ye Feng, then quickly caught up with the old man guarding the temple in front of her.

Ye Feng stopped and did not chase after him. Instead, he shouted, "Grandfather, I'm going to get some game. I'm going to make your favorite beggar's chicken for you today!"

The old man did not answer.

After the old man and Mo Zhu left, Ye Feng turned around and left.

During those three months of guarding the tomb, Sanzhier ate all the grouse and rabbits in the bamboo forest.

After wandering around in the bamboo forest for a long time and finding no game, Ye Feng flew out of the bamboo forest.

I plan to visit the primeval forest outside the bamboo forest.

As soon as I flew out of the bamboo forest, I saw the huge towering ancient tree to the north.

That is where the Lingyao Valley is.

Ye Feng thought that Xiao Su Daji didn't come today, his eyes turned, and he flew towards the direction of Xianling Valley.

When Sanzhier saw Ye Feng was going to Xianling Valley, he immediately squeaked excitedly.

Compared to the human life in the front mountain, it actually prefers living in the Fairy Valley.

It’s a pity that it is a foodie and was seduced by Ye Feng with delicious food.

A moment later, Ye Feng arrived above the Lingyao Valley.

On that huge ancient tree, many monkeys were chirping among the branches and leaves.

There were also some elves flapping their wings and flying out from the trees, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.

Only after seeing clearly that it was Ye Feng and San Zhier did these spirit beasts and alien races feel relieved.

"Mr. Ye, why are you here?"

Little Su Daji, wearing a pink dress, and several little fox demons walked out of the cave in the valley. When she saw Ye Feng, little Su Daji immediately showed joy.

Ye Feng landed in front of Little Su Daji and said with a smile, "I didn't see you go to the top of the mountain today. I was worried that something happened to you, so I came here as soon as I finished the competition!"

Little Su Daji believed it and said happily: "So I am so important to you!"

"Of course I do! I was the one who gave you the name Su Daji, so of course you're very important to me. Little Daji, why didn't you go to the top of the mountain today?"

The once honest and obedient bootlicker has finally begun to evolve into a sea lion.

Little Su Daji said, "Recently, there have been other beast demons active nearby, and many spirit beasts in the valley have been killed. My mother was worried, so she didn't go to Xingluo Peak."

"Oh, there's such a thing? Do you want my help?"

"No need, it's probably just a beast demon that strayed into this place by mistake. With mother and Dabai here, there won't be any problems.

Master Ye, did you win the competition today?"

"How could I lose? Of course I won!"

"Really? You're so amazing!"

Little Su Daji looked at Ye Feng with admiration, and her gentle eyes were filled with ripples, which made Ye Feng a little unbearable.

Even the little vixen Ye Feng found it hard to handle, let alone the old vixen.

Suddenly, little Su Daji saw Ye Feng's expression froze in front of her.

She felt a little strange and followed Ye Feng's gaze.

Her mother, Su Xiaoli, walked out of the cave and stretched lazily.

The long black hair was like a black waterfall, almost falling to the ground.

The action of stretching is not vulgar at all, but rather full of charm.

"Ah, Master Ye, you're here!"

Su Xiaoli was obviously pretending to be surprised.

With her thousands of years of cultivation, she had already noticed Ye Feng before he even landed on the ground.

Ye Feng shuddered and quickly saluted, "Junior Ye Feng, greetings to Senior Xiao Li."

Su Xiaoli smiled softly and said, "We're so familiar with each other, so don't be so polite. Have you eaten yet?"

Ye Feng said, "I'll go back and make beggar's chicken for my ancestors later."

"Beggar's Chicken? We fox spirits have a special liking for chicken. I often hear Daji say that your Beggar's Chicken is the best. Looks like I'm in for a treat today."

Daji, go catch some fat pheasants. We're having beggar's chicken today!"

Little Su Daji cheered and shouted, "I love eating chicken the most!"

Then he called on his companions to catch pheasants.

Even Sanzhier excitedly joined in catching chickens.

Suddenly, little Su Daji ran back and came to her mother's side.

"Mother! Master Ye is here to see me! Don't mess around!"

Su Xiaoli laughed and said, "Little girl, you have grown up and know how to protect men. Okay, mother won't compete with you for men."

After getting her mother's assurance, Su Xiaoli left happily.

The mother and daughter did not avoid Ye Feng at all in their conversation.

This made Ye Feng very embarrassed.

Su Xiaoli came to Ye Feng and said with a smile: "You are quite conscientious. You remember to come back often and make beggar's chicken for that old man."

Ye Feng said awkwardly: "That's not the case. I mainly want to learn the Three God-Slaying Swords of my ancestors..."

Su Xiaoli has lived for tens of thousands of years. Before the Yunhai Sect was born, this old fox demon had already been roaming the world for thousands of years.

Su Xiaoli obviously knew the identity of the ancestor, so Ye Feng had no taboos.

"Three Sword Styles to Slay God?" Su Xiaoli's gentle expression suddenly froze.

"Do you want to learn the Three God-Slaying Swords of old man Dugu?"

"Yes, it is said that the Three God-Slaying Swords created by our ancestors are extremely exquisite, the best in the world, and unbreakable! Naturally, I want to learn them."

"Give up on this idea. Dugu might teach you other true magical powers, but he won't teach you the Three God-Slaying Sword Style. Of course, he won't pass it on to anyone else either."

"Oh... why? If such a powerful sword technique is not passed down, won't it be lost? Is there... another hidden secret? Senior Xiaoli, did something happen to our ancestor eight hundred years ago?"

Cultivators value inheritance the most. The ancestor never accepted a disciple in his life, nor did he plan to pass on the Three God-Slaying Sword Styles he created. Ye Feng concluded that there must be a hidden story behind this.

Su Xiaoli's beautiful face showed hesitation. After a while, she slowly said, "Hey... this matter happened more than 800 years ago. It shouldn't be mentioned, let alone told to you.

But I can see that Dugu likes you very much. Maybe you can solve his 800-year-old knot. Okay, I will tell you what happened back then..."