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

The corners of Ling Xiaodong's mouth twitched slightly, he nodded and asked politely:

"Miss Zheng, are you full? If it's not enough, you can ask the back chef to serve some more."

"Is there any more? Then... um... I'm full, and I'm joking with Taoist Ling."

Zheng Si'er originally thought that she could have a few more buns, but when she saw Ling Xiaodong's eyes widen suddenly, she felt that it was better for her to stop here.

"It's getting late, Taoist Lao Ling will continue to lead the way."

Zheng Si'er smiled awkwardly, quickly stood up and urged Ling Xiaodong.

Ling Xiaodong looked at Zheng Si'er's still flat stomach under the black dress and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he raised his head to look at Zheng Si'er with some pity, and said slowly:

"Miss Zheng probably suffered a lot along the way."

Then two red clouds appeared on Zheng Si'er's cheeks, her eyes dodged slightly, and she patted the knife and sword hanging on her waist vigorously, making a clang.

"I'm a martial artist, so it's normal to eat a lot."

She explained with some embarrassment: "It's all because I was hungry and scared when I was a child. Daoist Ling doesn't think I eat too much in one meal, but I can only eat one meal a day."

Ling Xiaodong quickly stood up and said:

"Don't get me wrong, Miss Zheng. Although this temple is small, it won't make the guests hungry."

"It's just the first time I've seen such a strange person as Miss Zheng... I'm just a little surprised"

After this episode, Zheng Si'er, who used to like to ask questions along the way, suddenly became dumb and didn't say a word, but quietly followed behind Ling Xiaodong.

Although Qingfeng Temple is much larger than Mingyue Temple, it is still a small temple built on the top of the mountain.

The two of them arrived at the guest room area at the far end not long after walking.

Ling Xiaodong pointed to the plain-looking wooden houses in front of him, and introduced to Zheng Sier:

"This is the guest room. My room is this one. The rest of the guest rooms are empty. Miss Zheng can just choose one she likes."

"Does Master Ling live here?"

Zheng Si'er walked up to Ling Xiaodong's room and looked curiously at it. It didn't look like anything special, so she walked to the guest room next to Ling Xiaodong's left side.

"Then I can live next to Daoist Ling."

Ling Xiaodong stared at the familiar wooden house for a moment, then said hesitantly:

"This one... I'm afraid it won't work, Miss Zheng, why don't you change to another one?"

The room that Zheng Si'er chose just now was exactly where Li Pengjiao used to live.

Although Li Pengjiao had already left, and nothing was left in her room, nothing was taken away, as if no one had ever lived in it.

But Ling Xiaodong was still a little reluctant to let someone else live in that house again, and he couldn't tell what was causing the trouble, as if he could wait until she came back by doing so.

"Can't you? Which one is on the right?"

Zheng Si'er didn't ask any more questions, but ran to the room on the right next to Ling Xiaodong's room.

"No problem, Ms. Zheng, you can put your luggage in the house first. I have already been to the cafeteria. I will show you where the hut and bathroom are."

Ling Xiaodong stood at the door and waited for a while, then Zheng Si'er put away the heavy luggage on her back and pushed the door out.

The slightly dusty black dress on her body was also replaced with a bright yellow loose silk swallow suit, which made Zheng Si'er's figure more slender and slimmer, adding a little extravagance, and at last she had the temperament of a prince.

Ling Xiaodong didn't look too much, and took Zheng Si'er around the various buildings in Qingfengguan, telling her where to go and where not to enter.

After introducing the places in the temple that the disciples often visited in their lives, such as the bathroom and the library, Ling Xiaodong took her to the door of Yue Yingying's residence where the disciples lived.

However, the master's room at this time is a bit different from the past.

A huge yin-yang diagram spread out centered on Yue Yingying's room.

There is a semi-circular translucent golden cover covering it, from "Heaven, Earth, and Man" in the Three Talents Realm, "Green Dragon, Suzaku, White Tiger, Xuanwu" in the Four Elephants Realm to the eight flowing golden characters in the Bagua Realm. above, forming a chain to surround it.

It's not that someone trapped Yue Yingying here, but Yue Yingying expanded her unique domain of the upper three realms, completely wrapped her small room, isolated the interaction between the inner world and the earth, and formed a world of her own. A small world where one's own Tao is based on rules.

At this time, as long as Yue Yingying does not come out by herself, no one can enter, and any sound and vibration will be isolated from the outside, unless she has the ability to forcibly break it.

Zheng Si'er opened her eyes looking at the wonderful scene in front of her, and said in admiration:

"Taoist Master Mingyue is... really amazing! He is indeed the person I am looking for!"

Ling Xiaodong reminded from the side:

"But if my master refuses to come out for a day, you won't see her for a day either."

"Ah? What can I do?"

"No way, who knows what she thinks."

Ling Xiaodong shrugged helplessly, and continued:

"The last time I saw her use this trick was a few years ago. At that time, I was so stunned in Qingfeng that I forgot the time. When I returned, my master told me that if I didn't want to come back, then never come back. That's how I was locked up. Outside the Mingyue Temple."

Zheng Sirer asked curiously: "What happens after that?"

Maybe Ling Daochang's deeds can become his own reference.

"After that?" Ling Xiaodong smiled slightly, "Since she wouldn't let her in, I ran back to Qingfeng and stayed there for three days."

"At that time, the relationship between my master and Aunt Yun hadn't eased. She refused to step into the temple. She waited until I went out before she rushed out from the side of the road and grabbed my ear and pulled me back."

"Daochang Ling was really..."

Zheng Si'er lowered her head and thought for a while, then covered her mouth with a chuckle and commented:

"Naughty!"

Ling Xiaodong looked at the familiar hood that wrapped Yue Yingying's room, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, unexpectedly so many years had passed in a blink of an eye.

"I showed Ms. Zheng all the places I should see. You should still remember the way back?"

The smile on Zheng Sier's face suddenly stopped.

Seeing her silence, Ling Xiaodong thought he had asked a stupid question.

"Oh, I was the one to be abrupt. This small view is only so small. How could Ms. Zheng not remember it? Since there is no problem, I will go back and return to my life."

Chapter 194 Aunt Yun’s Worry

After bidding farewell to Zheng Si'er, who had a strange expression, at his disciple's residence, Ling Xiaodong returned along the way he came, and returned to Aunt Yun's study.

Seeing that the door was half-closed, he didn't knock on the door again, just pushed the door open and walked in.

The writing brushes on the table have been washed and hung, and the paperwork has been neatly stacked together. There is no Aunt Yun in front of the desk, but the room is filled with the elegant fragrance of tea.

He walked around the screen and walked into the back room. Sure enough, Ye Yiyun was sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the back room, drinking tea alone.

Aunt Yun is not keen on food, clothing, housing and transportation. She wears plain Taoist robes on weekdays. She doesn’t pay much attention to chicken, duck and fish when eating. She only needs a quiet bamboo house to live in. If she is not in a hurry, she has to walk.

But she also has her own hobby - tasting tea.

Ye Yiyun always chooses a set of tea sets that suit the mood of the day after finishing her business affairs, which is why there are so many sets of tea sets and tea leaves in Qingfeng Temple.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the table, and there was a set of dark purple clay teapots on it. It seemed that Aunt Yun was a little troubled.

There are many sets of various tea sets in Ye Yiyun's collection, each with its own name and different styles.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't tell the difference, but his influence on this purple clay pot was particularly profound.

I remember that one time, Xiaoyan skipped morning class and went out to catch crickets. When she came back, she was afraid that Aunt Yun would scold her, so she wanted to make up for her mistake, so she cleaned the purple clay pot on the table inside and out.

It didn't matter if she didn't wash it. With this washing, the tea stains that Aunt Yun had raised for nearly ten years were completely washed away.

Ling Xiaodong can still recall Xiaoyan's cries in the room and the crisp sound of the bamboo ruler slapping his body, which really made him shudder.

"Why stand there stupidly? Sit down."

Ye Yiyun sensed Ling Xiaodong's arrival.

She glanced at Ling Xiaodong who was standing aside, and took a sip of the tea soup in the cup unhurriedly. Her slender jade fingers like green onions looked more crystal clear and white against the dark purple sand.

Ling Xiaodong stepped forward, pulled out the chair, and sat opposite Aunt Yun.

Ye Yiyun did not rush to speak, but gently placed the teacup in her hand on the table.

She looked down at the green tea soup in the cup, raised her orchid little finger and held the tea lid to caress the tea foam in the cup, and asked casually:

"Have you finished shopping with the prince?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded and replied, "It's over."

"Which step has it developed?"

"what?"

Ye Yiyun's tone increased and she repeated: "How far have you and Miss Zheng developed?"

Ling Xiaodong smiled bitterly, and could only reply helplessly:

"Aunt Yun, what are you thinking about? This is at most the second time I've met Miss Zheng. We're not even familiar with her, let alone those who are not."

"Humph."

Ye Yiyun on the opposite side snorted softly, put down the tea cover in her hand, and wrinkled her delicate Qiong nose slightly.

"I see that the prince looks like this. How can you, a pervert like you, let him go? When the time comes, people will be like Li Pengjiao and come to deliver him to you. Will you still refuse?"

"What kind of talk is Aunt Yun talking about? You also know that he is the eldest son, so he must be looking for a son-in-law. Do you think I will do such a thing?"

Ye Yiyun rolled his eyes at him and pouted.

"Who knows?"

I don't know why Aunt Yun started to eat Zheng Si'er's jealousy again, Ling Xiaodong just felt that his head was big, so he had to forcefully move the topic away from it.

"Aunt Yun asked me to come here just to tell me about this matter?"

Ye Yiyun knew that he was changing the subject, but business was more important, so she had to let him go for now.

She sat up straight and looked at Ling Xiaodong opposite her seriously.

"What do you think about this matter?"

Ling Xiaodong was a little surprised and said:

"What do you think? Isn't the master unwilling to go?"

Ye Yiyun shook her head slightly when she heard the words, and said firmly:

"No, Yingying will definitely go."

Ling Xiaodong smiled indifferently, trying to change his stubborn master's mind, that would be nothing short of fantasy!

"How could it be? When I went to her room just now, she even opened the enchantment, obviously she didn't want to say anything more."

"Although Zheng Shizi doesn't want to give up, she probably won't even be able to meet my master, let alone persuade her."

Seeing Ling Xiaodong's relaxed expression, Ye Yiyun pursed her thin cherry lips.

"Based on what I know about Yingying, when she sees the letter your master left for her, she will definitely go to the north!"

"No..."

Ling Xiaodong just wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Aunt Yun.

"Xiaodong, do you really understand your master?"

Ling Xiaodong was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckled a few times, as if he heard some funny joke.

"I have spent so many years with my master day and night, how can I not understand her?"

Ye Yiyun silently looked at the confident Ling Xiaodong with a smile. After he finished speaking, she slowly said:

"I have known my junior sister for more than twice as long as you. I grew up with her."

"Yingying, the more resolute and decisive she is now, it just shows that what she thinks in her heart at this time is completely opposite to what she shows."

Seeing that Ling Xiaodong still didn't believe it, Ye Yiyun reminded:

"Do you remember the last time she locked you out? You stayed here for three days at that time."

Of course Ling Xiaodong remembered that he had just talked about this matter with Zheng Si'er.