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

Ling Xiaodong looked at Zheng Si'er as if he was frightened by his master, and there was a look of sadness on his heroic brows.

He could only helplessly shrug his shoulders and comfort him:

"No, Miss Zheng, don't be offended, my master is like this, she is in a good mood and a bad mood."

"To be honest, I don't know why she is like this."

Zheng Si'er anxiously twirled around in the hall with her hands behind her back, muttering in her mouth.

"But... what should I do about this, my teacher told me before leaving that this matter is extremely important, and Daoist Mingyue must be invited out!"

She turned her eyes to Ling Xiaodong who was asking for help.

"Do you have anything you can do, Taoist Ling? This matter is related to the rise and fall of the Northern Territory, and it is also related to countless Liming people!"

In desperation, Zheng Si'er directly grabbed Ling Xiaodong's sleeve, raised her head slightly and looked pitifully at the only disciple of Taoist Mingyue.

Now only this kind-hearted Taoist priest can help him, and he has a good relationship with him in Pengcheng, Zheng Si'er can only pin his hopes on him.

"Hey, hey! Miss Zheng, let go first!"

Ling Xiaodong pulled his sleeve back from Zheng Si'er's hand.

He repeatedly waved his hands and said:

"Miss Zheng is serious. What is the rise and fall of the world, the people of Li, I can't afford to wear this hat! My master is not so powerful."

In his impression, Yue Yingying is lazy, likes to point fingers when she has nothing to do, she is just a lazy person.

Although she is a stocking for herself, she is actually extremely caring in her heart, no less than Aunt Yun, but she is thin-skinned, and she is embarrassed to show it on weekdays.

It is normal for people like the master to stay in the audience to read books and write about things they like.

It is not suitable for her to do such serious and heavy things as saving the people from the fire and water.

And it was really hard for Ling Xiaodong to imagine this scene. If he said he was going to help, he would only help more and more.

He sighed softly.

"You have met her, but my master doesn't want to, and I have nothing to do."

"Master, she has a very stubborn temper. As long as the decision is made, no one will change her mind. I think Miss Zheng should hire someone else."

After hearing what Ling Xiaodong said, Zheng Si'er knew that the last ray of hope was gone.

She sat back on her seat dejectedly, her eyes were glazed, and the corners of her eyes drooped, looking extremely lost.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't bear to see her in such a dazed state.

What's more, she looks so similar to Mu Qinghe, so he instinctively has a good impression of this heroine who is a hero in Pengcheng.

"Ms. Zheng, why must my master come out of the mountain?"

"Although she does have a profound Taoist realm, she is not unique. You can go to Kunlun Mountain or Qingyang Palace or other famous Taoist schools to ask for help from those masters who are latent cultivators. Presumably, relying on the name of King Beijing, they will also Will not refuse."

Zheng Si'er folded her arms on the table, buried her head in it, and said in a muffled voice:

"It's useless. It's not that the Wangfu has tried, but all of them were rejected without exception."

"Those traditional Taoist sects never take part in the affairs of the mortal world. They are afraid that the red dust will disturb their Dao heart. What's more, this matter involves the dispute of destiny, which involves too much."

Ling Xiaodong was dumbfounded, he knew very little about the outside world.

But since this matter sounds so dangerous, it is even more impossible for him to persuade the master to dive into this muddy water.

Ling Xiaodong spread his arms and said helplessly:

"Then Miss Zheng, please come back."

Zheng Si'er lay on the table silently, she hid her face between her folded arms, Ling Xiaodong couldn't see her expression now.

There was only a bang.

The legs of the wooden chair scraped against the stone floor with a loud noise.

Zheng Si'er supported the table with both hands, and stood up abruptly.

Ling Xiaodong looked in surprise, and saw that of course the disappointment on Zheng Si'er's face was gone, only determination and perseverance remained, and she seemed to have regained her original vitality.

Zheng Si'er clenched her fists in front of her, raised her eyebrows, and said brightly:

"It's up to people! We can't stop here! As long as I show my sincerity, I will be able to convince Daoist Mingyue!"

She turned to look at Ling Xiaodong, her black and white eyes full of confidence.

"Daoist Ling! Please let me stay in the temple for a while!"

Ling Xiaodong touched his smooth chin, and looked at the energetic Zheng Si'er in front of him with interest.

Want to convince your master?

That was really too difficult, even for myself.

"It's no use asking me if you can stay. I'll take you to see the temple master. As long as she nods, you can stay as long as you want."

Zheng Si'er cupped his hands respectfully and said:

"Then there's Taoist Master Lao Ling!"

"That's not necessary, it's just a trivial matter."

Ling Xiaodong brought Zheng Si'er all the way to the door of Ye Yiyun's study.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

"Aunt Yun is me."

Ye Yiyun just came back from Pengcheng in the morning, and she didn't take a long break before burying her head in the files. When she heard that Ling Xiaodong was looking for her again outside the door, she felt that nothing good happened.

"Come in."

She frowned and looked at Ling Xiaodong who was slowly walking in from the door, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"I'm very busy, don't keep thinking about...huh?"

When Ye Yiyun saw Zheng Si'er who came in with Ling Xiaodong, she felt familiar, but couldn't tell where she had seen her.

But none of these things matter.

The most important thing now is that Ling Xiaodong has something to do with a strange woman, and that girl looks extraordinary, she is definitely one of the best beauties.

Ye Yiyun's expression suddenly became extremely unfriendly.

Before Ling Xiaodong opened his mouth to introduce, Ye Yiyun took the lead in asking in a deep voice:

"Ling Xiaodong! Who is this?"

Chapter 192 The Reason of Anger

As soon as Zheng Si'er entered the door, Ye Yiyun's momentum was overwhelmed.

Although the temple master was only wearing a simple Taoist robe, his superior temperament was almost the same as that of his master.

Especially the look of not being angry and arrogant, it is exactly the same.

However, Zheng Si'er didn't know that Ye Yiyun was usually gentle and gentle, and only when she saw Ling Xiaodong messing around everywhere would she rarely show such a strong aura.

Ling Xiaodong hurriedly explained to Aunt Yun:

"This is a guest who came to find someone."

"guest?"

Ye Yiyun casually placed the brush in her hand on the inkstone.

She turned around, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked suspiciously at the two people standing at the door.

"Why do women always come here to look for you? Li Pengjiao claimed to be your fiancée when she came here. Who is this? Your little wife?"

Zheng Si'er always felt that the words of this stunning temple master sounded a little strange, as if there was something in the words, but she couldn't tell what was so strange.

But listening to this complaining tone, I'm afraid Taoist Ling has a lot of love on weekdays!

Standing behind Ling Xiaodong, Zheng Si'er nodded slightly, knowing it in her heart.

Looking at Daoist Ling's dragon and phoenix-like appearance, one can tell that there are not many women who pursue him, which is normal.

But I just don't have much interest in good-looking men.

Zheng Si'er grew up on the cruel battlefield where the yellow wind was blowing and flesh and blood were flying everywhere. At the same time, as a native of the North, she had the same aesthetics for men as ordinary girls in the North.

The good-looking ones are all embroidered pillows and a bag of grass. Only those who can go to battle to kill the enemy, bleed with the tip of the sword, and kill three in and three out of thousands of troops are real men!

Girls in the North who don't want their husbands to be heroic, they can worship the general!

In order to save Wenren Yiqing, the eldest son Zheng Beiguan walked into the boundless desert alone with a sword, resisting the Xiongnu prince Wanyan Shengjun and his [-] army with his own strength, and finally succeeded in letting General Wenren and his remnants escape.

Although the son finally broke his sword in Manghuang, this touching story has already become a good story in the North.

It inspired countless young men to put on armor and join the army, go to battle to kill the enemy, and also deceived countless northern women's tears, becoming the peerless lover in the girls' boudoir dreams.

Zheng Si'er's feelings about this story are much deeper than others.

Because my master is the famous Yiqing in the story, and what my master likes to tell me most when he is free is this period of the past.

The version circulated among the people is how the prince descended from the sky and killed the Huns, but in the end the Huns used shameless tricks to sneak attack and led to their defeat. In fact, this is far from the truth.

How dangerous and tragic it is, only Wenren Yiqing, who has experienced it, knows.

The master is the majestic general of the northern border, the sharpest spear under the prince's command, who can frighten a party with just the banner of Wenren, and is the most resolute woman I have ever seen.

But every time she told this past story, her eyes would turn red, and she would shut herself in the room alone and look at Zheng Beiguan's relics and silently weep.

Zheng Si'er felt that her husband should be like this, even half of Zheng Beiguan's would be enough.

In the northern border, big fists are the truth, and good looks are of little use.

Zheng Si'er had actually observed Ling Xiaodong's steps along the way, and it could be said that he was out of order, and at first glance he was not a martial arts practitioner.

While thoughts were running through her mind, Ling Xiaodong was still trying to explain to Aunt Yun that she had nothing to do with Miss Zheng.

"Aunt Yun, you're blaming me wrong. Miss Zheng didn't come to Qingfeng Guan to find me, she came to find my master!"

Ye Yiyun frowned slightly, no matter how she looked at it, she looked in disbelief.

"Junior Sister, she stays in the house every day and doesn't go out. How could someone come to her?"

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to remind:

"I don't know if Aunt Yun still remembers why the master drove the master out and let her set up her own family?"

"Master? Let Yingying wait for a predestined person?"

"Exactly!"

Ling Xiaodong moved a step to the side, revealing Zheng Sirer behind him, and introduced to Aunt Yun:

"She is the predestined person that the master said back then!"

Zheng Si'er took a step forward, cupped her hands towards Ye Yiyun and said:

"I am Zheng Si'er, the eldest son of the Prince of Jing, and I come here in the name of my family teacher to invite Taoist Mingyue to come out of the mountain."

Ye Yiyun opened her phoenix eyes slightly, and said in surprise:

"My son? You don't need to be too polite! Please get up!"

She quickly got up and helped Zheng Si'er up.

I am just the master of a small Taoist temple, so I am not worthy to let the only son of the king with a different surname in Da Zhou salute.

"Poverty Taoist Ye Yiyun, Taoist Qingfeng, is also the owner of this Qingfeng Temple."

"My son please."

Ye Yiyun respectfully stretched out her hand towards the Eight Immortals Table placed in the study as a form of invitation. She did not forget to turn her head and cast a reproachful glance at Ling Xiaodong, and said to him via voice transmission:

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

Ling Xiaodong pouted helplessly, and replied via voice transmission:

"As soon as you came up, you accused me of Xingshi, how could I have this opportunity!"

Ye Yiyun gave him a charming look.