Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 1275 The Man of Luck

Ever since the two war correspondents from Qingyun Pavilion fled, preventing Ye Feng from seeing the situation at the ruined temple, Ye Feng has been feeling very confused.

In this state of confusion, it is definitely not possible to practice mental cultivation, as it is very easy to go astray.

But Confucian magic will never let Ye Feng become possessed by a demon.

The practice of Confucian magic needs to be based on the luck of all living beings.

Ye Feng used to be very interested in Confucian magic, but since he knew that those who had great luck could not live forever, Ye Feng gave up the idea of ​​practicing Confucianism as well.

He directly gave the Confucian cultivation method he got from Yan Rijing to Qiu Yuanshou and others.

However, although he cannot practice the true Confucian methods, he can use Confucian magic to save his life.

Although the luck of all living beings in the Mountain and River Brush and the Inkstone is still very thick and powerful, this magic weapon is like the requirements of men and women for a certain part of the body, of course, the bigger the better.

Ye Feng felt that it was time for him to start transferring the nearly endless luck of all living beings contained in the imperial seal to his own Mountain and River Pen and Inkstone.

As long as the power of the two Confucian sacred artifacts, the Mountain and River Brush and the Inkstone of All Beings, increases, wouldn't it be equivalent to increasing one's own combat effectiveness?

Isn’t this the fastest way to save your life and never go astray?

Ye Fuyou, who was still talking a moment ago, immediately chose to shut up after seeing Ye Feng take out these three things.

He was so smart that he actually forgot that this kid had the imperial seal and two Confucian sacred artifacts on him.

Ye Feng already knew about the method of transferring luck when he passed by Yueyang Tower a few months ago.

What he has to do now is very simple, that is, to use the power of his mind to slowly guide the luck of all living beings in the imperial seal into the Mountain and River Pen and the Inkstone of All Living Beings.

Since these three items are the most precious treasures of Confucianism, they have long been blessed by Confucian sages of all generations using various Confucian secret methods.

Whether it is the imperial seal or the magic pen and inkstone, there is a complete and powerful Confucian formation inside.

If luck is not true essence and spiritual power, this thing can be borrowed or transferred, and it will obey the law of conservation of mass. As long as it is operated properly, there will be no loss during the transfer process.

However, the four words "proper operation" obviously cannot be applied to Ye Feng, a young man who is just starting out.

What's more, this is the first time we try to transfer our luck, so it is normal to encounter all kinds of problems, and it is impossible for everything to go smoothly.

Soon, Ye Feng began to seize the power of luck in the imperial seal through the power of his mind.

He and Yun Shuang'er settled in the north of Haozhou City, in an inn called Zhigui.

It is rare to see the word "zhigui" used in an inn.

It means feeling at home, but more importantly it means feeling at home.

This inn is very secluded and mostly serves as a guest for scholars who failed the imperial examination in the autumn. They are too lazy to go home, so they study the classics here by candlelight, waiting for the next year's imperial examination in the autumn.

Now, more than a dozen scholars who have failed the imperial examinations for many years live in Zhigui Inn.

However, these dozen or so scholars were lucky today.

Ye Feng never thought that he could inadvertently change the fate of more than a dozen sour scholars.

What is sealed in the imperial seal is not only the fortune of the current dynasty. The royal families of all dynasties have basically sealed a lot of fortune into the imperial seal.

Having absorbed tens of thousands of years of dynasty luck, the luck within the imperial seal is as rich as the vast ocean.

This was the first time that Ye Feng had seized the luck from the imperial seal, and he had no experience. Even if he only drew out a trace of luck from the imperial seal, it would be extremely huge.

When Ye Feng was slowly pouring his luck into the Mountain and River Pen, some of the luck leaked out due to his unfamiliar technique.

He was not a scholar and could not absorb the leaked luck.

So these leaked luck began to run around like headless flies.

Because the power of luck is invisible, intangible and colorless.

Ye Feng also didn't feel that some of the luck had spread out.

This was a great bargain for the dozen or so poor scholars living in the inn.

He is not a scholar and cannot absorb luck directly.

The innkeeper and his waiter couldn't accept it either.

However, these scholars who are well-read in poetry and literature possess a certain sense of righteousness and are very sensitive to the power of luck.

The fortune of all living beings is interdependent with the righteous spirit.

When those aimless forces of luck sensed that there were more than a dozen weak strands of great righteousness, they naturally moved closer.

Ye Feng didn't know that the dozen or so scholars who were staying in the inn with them tonight had all passed the imperial examination in the autumn this year and would all be on the list of successful candidates in the spring next year. Soon they would all become important officials of the dynasty.

The reason why these people were able to achieve such great success was because they absorbed good luck all night long.

With good luck and awakened intelligence, they become extremely smart.

at the same time.

Tianyun Mountain, Yunhai Sect.

Xingluo Peak, Master Yunyi’s study.

Late at night, Master Yun Yi did not go to bed to rest, but sat in the study and listened to Fu Tu's report.

What Futu reported was the fight that was happening at the land temple in the wilderness sixty miles north of Jizhou City.

However, just like the two war correspondents from Qingyun Pavilion, the shadow of Yunhai Sect quietly escaped from the Nine Phases Formation of Buddha set up by Buddhism through the art of earth escape not long after the fight began.

After listening to Fu Tu's report, Master Yun Yi's expression was quite calm. He said, "It seems that the situation in the Buddhist sect is not optimistic. Otherwise, Master Xuan Zhi wouldn't be so anxious to break up with the Yunv Sect, and he wouldn't use Chu Liunian as bait."

Recently, Master Xuanzhi has been in contact with Yun Yi, wanting to ask Yun Yi whether Yunhai Sect has obtained the list of people hidden in Buddhism from the White Envoy.

Master Yun Yi is very cunning. The world has not reached the end of its rope yet, so he will not easily give in to Master Xuanzhi. He keeps making excuses and saying that the envoy's mouth has not been opened yet.

Master Xuanzhi is not stupid.

So many days have passed, and if Master Yun Yi couldn't even pry open Envoy Bai's mouth, then Master Yun Yi is not worthy of being the leader of the Yunhai Sect.

Master Xuanzhi also knew that he could no longer rely on Master Yun Yi, so what happened tonight happened.

Fu Tu said, "The Buddhist sect has made thorough preparations this time and should be able to capture quite a few people. Sect Master, if the Buddhist sect also captures one or two important figures like Special Envoy Bai... it will put us in a very passive position."

Master Yun Yi shook his head slightly and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as we have the secrets of the Demon Cult in our hands."

"What if the people captured by the Buddhist sect also know about the situation in the Demon Sect? The Poison God has already allied with Master Xuanzhi, and he will definitely tell the Demon Sect."