Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 313 Dugu Sword God's Heart Knot

Dugu Chan didn't ask any further questions.

Since Ye Feng appeared in front of this mausoleum, it was enough to show that Su Xiaoli told Ye Feng everything about the mute girl.

He was not a conservative old stubborn person. He did not scold or punish Ye Feng, nor did he blame Su Xiaoli for telling this junior about his own affairs.

He understood that Su Xiaoli did this to help him resolve his emotional issues.

The knot in one’s heart is not a demon in one’s heart.

In order to comprehend the last move of the Three Swords to Slay Gods, he became possessed by the devil. When he swung the sword, he not only killed the mute girl, but also the demon in his heart.

The reason why he felt guilty all his life and guarded the mute girl's tomb for more than 800 years was because the incident about the mute girl formed an unbreakable knot in his heart.

What Su Xiaoli knew was not the whole story.

Dugu Chan didn't have the face to tell Su Xiaoli the details of what happened that year.

The things he had concealed from Su Xiaoli back then were what he had been unable to face over the years, and the knot in his heart that he could not untie.

A trace of loneliness, pain and guilt appeared on Dugu Chan's old face.

His gaze seemed to pass through Ye Feng's body and looked at the tombstone behind Ye Feng.

"Hey……"

Thousands of words finally turned into a long sigh, and then he turned and left.

Looking at the old man's lonely back, Ye Feng felt that at this moment, the old ancestor's body seemed to be more hunched than before.

Miss Mozhu glanced at Ye Feng who was standing there stupidly and pointed at him.

"He was originally very happy today, saying that an old friend would come to see him, but now you have ruined his good mood."

Then the mirror-grinding female ghost from heaven walked quickly towards the old man.

Ye Feng frowned. He looked at the broken sword in his hand and then at the tombstone behind him.

He didn't know what to do now.

Should I stick the broken sword back into the ground or take it away?

After some psychological consideration, Ye Feng finally picked up the broken sword and chased after the ancestor.

Arriving at the ancestral temple in the south, Ye Feng saw the old ancestor kneeling on a cushion, facing the countless ancestral tablets.

Miss Mozhu was holding a worn-out broom, as if she was getting ready to go to work.

The old man finally discovered the purpose of this female ghost, but it seems that he didn't discover it yet.

Come to think of it, Dugu Chan is more than a thousand years old. How else can he develop the use of the Linghua Female Ghost?

Miss Mozhu came to the door of the ancestral hall with a broom and saw Ye Feng hiding behind one of the legs of the giant tripod, peeking inside furtively.

In Ye Feng's hand was still holding the broken sword that he had pulled out from the ground.

Ye Feng pulled Miss Mozhu aside and said, "Ghost girl, the ancestor is not angry, right?"

Mo Zhu said, "What do you think?"

Ye Feng said angrily: "I say? If I want to know, why would I ask you?"

Mo Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "You caused this yourself, go and ask for the answer yourself."

Ye Feng said in surprise: "Looking at you, it seems that you know about the story between the old ancestor and the mute girl."

Mo Zhu said: "I know a little."

"How is that possible? You are a female ghost from heaven. You have only known the ancestor for a few days. How could the ancestor tell you these things? I don't believe it!"

"Because he is an upright person, he did not force me. He asked me a question and I asked him a question at the same time.

After a while, I knew his past. What's so strange about that?"

Ye Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that the old man would play Truth or Dare with the Mozhu ghost girl. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Get in here, you little bastard."

Dugu Chan's voice came from the ancestral hall.

Ye Feng shuddered and whispered, "Mozhu ghost girl, I won't get beaten if I go in, right?"

Mo Zhu chuckled and said, "I think there's a high chance that you'll get beaten."

Ye Feng had no choice but to go in even if he got beaten.

He walked into the ancestral hall with the small steps of a girl with bound feet, looking back every few steps.

He saw the old ancestor kneeling on a cushion with his eyes closed, as if he was praying to the spirit tablets of the ancestors.

So he quietly placed the broken sword in front of Dugu Chan.

Dugu Chan opened his eyes and saw the rusty broken sword in front of him. His cloudy eyes seemed a little dazed at this moment.

He glanced at Ye Feng, who was hunching his head and laughing dryly.

His eyes were dazed again.

Seems to be thinking.

How could it be him? Why was it him?

It has been more than 800 years, and I thought I would take everything with me into the coffin.

This broken sword is almost rusted, why is it still in front of me?

"Grandfather, please don't be angry. I... didn't mean to do that. I was kowtow- ing when the hilt of this sword hit my head. I thought it was a rock, so I scraped it away and unexpectedly, a hilt was revealed... I was just curious, so I dug it out to take a look... I was just about to bury it when you showed up... If you want to spank me, could you please just spank my butt?"

Ye Feng thought that the old ancestor suddenly became depressed because he dug up the sword he buried, so he quickly explained.

Dugu Chan stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grasp the broken sword, but when his fingers were about to touch the hilt, he suddenly stopped and slowly retracted his hand.

He said slowly: "Young man Ye, do you know what kind of sword this is?"

Ye Feng saw that the old ancestor didn't seem angry and had no intention of beating him.

His heart gradually calmed down.

He took a cushion and sat next to the ancestor.

Then he scratched his head and chuckled, "Could this be the legendary Cloud Iron Sword that you, old man, have wielded, the one that has never been defeated?"

Dugu Chan said slowly: "This is the Cloud Iron Sword, but it is not undefeated. It has been defeated before."

"Uh, that's not right. Legend has it that you emerged from nowhere at the age of seventeen, holding the Cloud Iron Sword, and remained undefeated until you vanished from the martial arts world over two hundred years old."

"Hehe..." Dugu Chan smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Dao: "No one can win all the time. I have failed many times. But when you achieve success and fame, the world will choose to forget your failures and your shortcomings.

This Cloud Iron Sword has been with me for over two hundred years, and I've been defeated three times. The first time was when I was defeated by the Cloud Demon Ancestor's Heavenly Demon Transformation Divine Art."

"Ancestor Yunmo? Didn't your family win the battle back then? It's said that you severed Yunmo's left arm with one sword strike."

Dugu Chan shook his head slightly and said, "No, I lost that battle. At that time, I had just comprehended the first move of the Three God-Slaying Sword Styles, Dawn Breaking. I was only in my sixties at the time, full of vigor and ambition, claiming to be the best in the world. I went down the mountain to challenge masters from various sects, and finally I fought my way into the Demon Sect's headquarters alone and dueled with the Cloud Demon Patriarch.

That battle... I thought I won, everyone thought I won. Later, after an old friend reminded me, I suddenly realized that I had lost that battle. The Cloud Demon Patriarch only had one arm broken, so he still had the strength to fight.

After activating Dawn, I was completely exhausted, like a lamb to the slaughter. Elder Cloud Demon had already seen that I didn't have the strength to fight anymore, but he didn't take advantage of the opportunity to attack me. Instead, he chose to concede defeat.

You know, if it was a life-or-death fight, I would have died at the hands of the Cloud Demon Ancestor."

“My second failure was after I mastered the second move of the Three God-Slaying Swords, Skyfall. I thought I was truly invincible this time.

But I lost to Su Xiaoli.

Although Su Xiaoli already had ten thousand years of cultivation at that time, I was defeated and I had no excuses."

"My third failure was due to my inner demons, which came from the obsessions I couldn't let go of.

My obsession with kendo, my obsession with immortality, my obsession with the laws of the universe... is too deep.

Especially after I was defeated by Su Xiaoli that year, I knew that Skyfall was not the ultimate secret of swordsmanship.

Every day I held the Yuntie Sword, trying to comprehend the ultimate power of the sword from this blood-refined divine weapon. In the end, I even fell into madness, feeding Yuntie with my own blood.

It’s a pity that Yun Tiejian’s magic power is too strong, making my inner demon even stronger.

The Yuntie Sword didn't help me realize the ultimate power of the sword, nor did it help me sever my inner demons. Instead, it almost made me fall into an endless abyss. Sigh..."

Dugu Chan let out a long sigh.

It seems that the past thousands of years are hidden in this sigh.

Ye Feng didn't say anything. He didn't expect that the legendary Sword God Dugu, who had never been defeated, had actually been defeated.

The first time he was defeated by the Demon Cult's top master, the Old Ancestor Yunmo.

The second time he was defeated by Su Xiaoli, the nine-tailed fox who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

The third time he was defeated by himself.

After a long time, Ye Feng finally said, "Old Ancestor, you finally defeated your inner demon. You won! You mastered the third move of the Three Swords of God Slaying. Now you are invincible in the world. No one can stop your sword."

Dugu Chan shook his head slightly, as if he did not agree with Ye Feng's flattery.

He glanced at Ye Feng's young and energetic face.

"Ye Feng, if one day you have to make a choice between great power and love, what will you choose?"

Ye Feng didn't even think about it and said directly: "Love."

"Why? Don't you want to have the power to look down on everyone in the world?"

“Strength is like money, as long as you have enough to spend, it’s fine. There’s no need to be number one in the world, and there’s no need to put yourself above everyone else.

To be frank, ancestor, you are now the best in the world in cultivation, are you happy?

Love is different. If two people truly love each other, even if they are together for only one day, that one day is enough to be worth hundreds of years for others."

Dugu Chan's body moved slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his turbid and lifeless eyes.

He didn't expect that Ye Feng, at such a young age, could see things so clearly.

He nodded slowly and said, "That old friend said something similar to me back then, but unfortunately I didn't listen.

Ye Feng, prepare some food and accompany me to meet him tonight."

Ye Feng was stunned and asked, "What? Who are you meeting?"

"There's an old man who, like me, has been forgotten by the world. I made a pact with him to meet him once every sixty years to see if he's still alive.

If he hadn't died of old age, he would have come here tonight.

You two are very similar, I think you could be friends."