My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Why does this person talk so much?

But after all, the visitor is a guest, so he politely replied:

"Idlers."

Zheng Sier asked: "But when I came in, I saw Daoist Ling sweeping the floor? How could he be an idler?"

Ling Xiaodong pondered for a while, feeling that the explanation was too troublesome, and finally said lightly:

"You're right, I'm a sweeper."

"what?!"

Zheng Si'er exclaimed.

She didn't expect that Daoist Ling, who looked like a handsome nobleman, was just a handyman sweeping the floor in the temple.

"How could Daoist Ling be a sweeper?"

Ling Xiaodong only felt his right eye twitch, and he asked back:

"Why am I not a sweeper?"

Zheng Si'er replied honestly: "Master Ling doesn't look like a mortal, would monks do such complicated things?"

Ling Xiaodong stopped, turned around and quietly looked at Zheng Si'er behind him.

"I... am I wrong?"

Zheng Si'er suddenly felt a little nervous, obviously she never felt heart palpitations on the bloody battlefield, but for some reason, the little Taoist priest in front of her who was about the same age made her instinctively feel unfathomable.

"Miss Zheng's words are wrong. If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?"

"Pictures are more difficult than they are easy, but they are greater than their details. Difficult things in the world must be done in an easy way; great things in the world must be done in a detailed way."

Zheng Si'er nodded in admiration, stood on the spot and clapped her hands.

"Good! Daoist Ling would never have thought that he would have the ambition to wipe out the world! Now that the world is in chaos, we need people with lofty ideals from Daoist Ling!"

Ling Xiaodong curled his lips, shook his head helplessly and said:

"The monk taught the scriptures when he lectured, it's nothing special."

The two walked forward again. Fortunately, the reception room of Qingfengguan was not far from the gate, so Ling Xiaodong didn't have to endure Zheng Sier's questions for a long time.

"Please sit down."

Ling Xiaodong pushed the wooden door of the living room and opened the chair for Zheng Sier.

The living room is very simple. There is nothing except a set of tables and chairs. There are several tea sets and wooden boxes on the shelves beside it.

After Zheng Si'er was seated, Ling Xiaodong asked carefully:

"What kind of tea does Miss Zheng like? Tieguanyin, Longjing or something else?"

"I also can."

"Then Longjing."

Ling Xiaodong took down a blue and white tea set from the shelf and placed it on the table with a wooden box.

Although Aunt Yun is the master of Qingfeng Temple, as a man who is the master, he still needs to treat guests well, and he cannot lose face to Aunt Yun.

At Ling Xiaodong's level, some small spells can be used easily without chanting spells.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the void, and he grabbed a ball of clear water from the air, floating in the air and condensing into a ball.

Ling Xiaodong put his hand under the water polo, and Lihuo emerged out of thin air in his palm, cooking the magic water above.

Wash your hands, iron the iron, serve tea, wash the tea, brew the tea, shake the lid, seal the pot, divide the cups, return the pot, and divide the tea.

Zheng Si'er was dazzled by the series of movements.

The Wangfu is located in the north, so they don't make this kind of tea very much, and the folk customs in the north are rough and strong, just drink enough water, and there is no such cumbersome tea making process.

The refreshing tea fragrance wafted from the room, and Zheng Si'er looked at the porcelain cup on the table curiously.

Blue and white pattern, white jade wall, the swaying green tea soup inside is crystal clear, both the color and aroma are excellent, not to mention Ling Xiaodong's previous juggling tea making techniques opened Zheng Si'er's eyes.

Ling Xiaodong thought for a while, then took out another box of pastries from his sleeve, lifted the wooden cover, and put it in front of Zheng Sier.

"Miss Zheng, wait here for a while, I'll call my master over here."

Zheng Si'er took off the black gauze hat on her head, held up the teacup with jade-like white hands, took a sip of the green tea soup, and nodded slightly to Ling Xiaodong.

The tea was a little bit bitter in the mouth, but soon the tongue became salivary, and the sweetness rose immediately.

Zheng Si'er's throat moved slightly, and she put down the teacup in her hand.

"Huh? Is Daoist Ling still doing something?"

It was only then that she realized that Ling Xiaodong hadn't left the room, and was still standing in front of her, staring at her with wide-eyed eyes and an extremely shocked expression.

Ling Xiaodong blinked twice, confirmed it several times, and exclaimed in disbelief:

"Miss Mu?"

Guilt

After updating yesterday, I saw a comment criticizing the two chapters I wrote recently. They were very long.

I take a closer look.

Good scolding!

I'm really sorry, it was the author's negligence, and I'm guilty.

Although I have been writing the book for so long, I still made mistakes in the most basic character creation. I really didn’t feel anything was wrong when I was writing it. It was only after reading this reader’s comment that I discovered the problem.

I am grateful to the readers who can see this, and also thank you for pointing out my mistakes. As a newcomer writer, sometimes I really don’t know where I have a problem with my writing. If this problem occurs again in the future, please give me some pointers.

I have completely rewritten the problematic chapters 187 and 180 in new versions. Readers who have already read them can refresh and read them again.

Finally, I would like to thank this reader named "Lolicon Control" for his criticism.

Every valuable opinion of yours can make the author improve.

Bow to thank you.

Chapter 189 Wake Up

The moment Zheng Sirer took off his hat, Ling Xiaodong's eyes were immediately attracted by this familiar face.

The facial features are beautiful, the skin is snow-white, especially the pair of clear black and white eyes above it, as if they want to distinguish the turbidity of everything in the world.

This looks exactly like the Luo Jiao saint Mu Qinghe he met in Pengcheng!

"Miss Mu? Master Ling, are you calling me?"

Zheng Sirer frowned slightly and looked at Ling Xiaodong with some confusion.

When I was in the palace, I didn't feel anything. Since I went on the road and broke into the rivers and lakes, Zheng Si'er realized how much trouble her appearance brought her.

If they are rogue bandits, just fight them away. If they are fat-minded officials and nobles, take out the royal order and drink them away.

Although I can easily solve it myself, it is a troublesome matter after all.

After Zheng Sier didn't know how many times she caused troubles for no reason because of her appearance, she simply added a circle of black gauze under her bamboo hat, and the journey along the way became smoother.

Ling Xiaodong came back to his senses, seeing Zheng Sier's reaction, he knew that she was definitely not Mu Qinghe.

He stared at Zheng Si'er's face carefully again.

Zheng Si'er felt a little terrified when he saw him, and leaned back a little, trying to dodge a little.

"Master Ling, what are you doing?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss Mu, no! Miss Zheng!"

Ling Xiaodong smiled awkwardly.

After his observation, it seemed that the two of them were slightly different.

Compared with Mu Qinghe, Zheng Si'er's face is thinner, the heroic spirit between her brows, and the whole person's capable and neat temperament are completely different from the holy and elegant Mu Qinghe.

The biggest difference between the two is their breasts.

Although the one is covered by a white dress, it can also be seen to be round and full, while the Zheng Si'er in front of her is wearing a black dress that is more close-fitting, not as flat as the one with a flat chest that can almost run a horse.

Ling Xiaodong saw that she was looking at him like she was looking at a lecher, so he quickly clarified:

"I saw that Miss Zheng looks exactly like a woman I've seen before, so I took a few more glances to make sure."

"I wonder if Miss Zheng has a sister?"

After hearing Ling Xiaodong's explanation, Zheng Si'er frowned even deeper.

She looked deeply at Ling Xiaodong's sincerity and not fake expression, and slowly said:

"Daoist Ling..."

"Your excuse for flirting with you sucks..."

Ling Xiaodong was stunned. After all, he still wanted to lose face, so he quickly denied it:

"I do not have!"

Zheng Si'er didn't believe it at all, she pointed at her chest and asked;

"I still need to look at my chest to confirm my appearance? Could it be that Daoist Ling recognizes a woman by the size of a woman's breast?"

Zheng Si'er didn't feel any shame when she spoke. After all, Beidi has a more bold temperament. Compared with those Beidi aunts who are physically strong and full of various organs, she feels that she is already relatively conservative.

Having been exposed, Ling Xiaodong couldn't help but blushed, he stretched out his fist and put it next to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"I was wrong."

Zheng Si'er looked at Ling Xiaodong who looked a little embarrassed at the moment, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Aren't Taoists all pure-hearted and ascetic, devoted to the Tao?"

"On the way here, Daoist Ling ignored me. I thought you were some kind of master. Now it seems that you are also attracted by female sex?"

Ling Xiaodong didn't answer her almost teasing question, just left a sentence to wait a moment, then turned around and left the place quickly.

As he walked on the way to his disciple's residence, he compared the appearance differences between Zheng Sirer and Mu Qinghe in his mind.

"There are people in the world who look so similar?"

Ling Xiaodong shook his head again, leaving these irrelevant trifles behind.

The most important thing now is to call the master to see the so-called predestined person. He is very interested in his mysteriously missing master.

The living room is near the gate of Qingfengguan, but the disciple's residence is in the depths of Qingfengguan, especially the place where his master lives, it is even the middle of the deep, and it took a little time to get there.

He stood outside the door of Yue Yingying's room, knocked lightly on the wooden door twice, but there was no movement inside.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

Ling Xiaodong knocked a few more times with more force, but it was still quiet inside.

Needless to say, I know that the master must still be sleeping at this time,

He didn't continue to knock on the door, but pushed the door open and walked in. Sure enough, he saw a bulging quilt on the boudoir bed of the room.

Ling Xiaodong walked closer and sat sideways beside the edge of the master's bed.

At this time, Yue Yingying was only wearing an underwear, she was lying on her side, her eyes were lightly closed, her nose was slightly opened and closed, she was sleeping soundly like a baby.

The dark blue hair was scattered on the show pillow, and the bright fairy dimple was quiet and soft.

For a while, Ling Xiaodong couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful scenery.

The master who can't speak is so beautiful, Yue Yingying who is asleep is better.

But now the guests are waiting in the living room, so it's not easy for Zheng Si'er to wait there for a long time.

After admiring the master's beautiful sleeping face for a while, Ling Xiaodong reached out and gently pushed her shoulders.

"Master, a guest is here."