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

"Remember, so what?"

"Did Yingying also tell you never to come back at that time? She also used the formation to shut you out."

Ye Yiyun reached out and opened the tea lid in front of her, picked up the purple sand tea cup and took a sip, and asked slowly:

"Then what happened? Did she really not let you go back?"

Ling Xiaodong was dumbfounded.

Later, the master waited at the door of Qingfeng Temple, and she caught him just as he was going out, and pulled him back to Mingyue Temple by his ears.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but if your master wants to follow the son to the north, what will you do?"

Ling Xiaodong had been persuaded by Aunt Yun at this time, his expression became extremely serious, and he lowered his head and seriously thought about this possibility.

After a while of silence, he raised his head firmly and replied:

"Then I will definitely go with the master."

Ye Yiyun nodded slightly, she was not surprised at all by this answer.

She stared straight at Ling Xiaodong's face, hesitated for a long time, and then said the main reason for calling him over.

"But you have to know that this is a dangerous thing to fight for the world. Mao'er Mountain is in the far west, and the north is in the far north. The journey alone will take a lot of time. Once you leave, How many years will it take to come back?"

Ye Yiyun put her hands on her legs, and the skirts on her legs were clenched tightly with white fingers.

She lowered her head, and her temples were drooping with black hair.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't see her expression, but just by hearing her voice, he knew that Aunt Yun was a little disappointed at this time.

"A good man has ambitions everywhere, it's not that Auntie wants to tie you by his side, it's just..."

"I'm just a little reluctant to give up. I'm not young now, and my Taoist realm is not advanced. How many years of youth are left? Even if you succeed in fighting for the world, when you come back, I'm afraid I will be old and have missed you. The best time.”

Chapter 195 Let's Double Cultivate

Seeing that Aunt Yun had become so depressed because of him, Ling Xiaodong felt heartbroken.

He quickly pushed away the chair behind him and sat on the seat next to Ye Yiyun.

Ling Xiaodong put his arm around Aunt Yun's slender shoulders, letting her lean into his arms, and grabbed Rouyi on his lap with the other hand.

He patted Aunt Yun's back gently as if coaxing a child, and said softly:

"How can Aunt Yun be so old? I don't think she is very young?"

Ye Yiyun turned her head and leaned on her nephew's chest, her voice was a little low.

"I'm already twenty-seven now, and I'll be thirty in three years, and I'm ten years behind you."

She raised her slender fingers across her cheeks, complaining to herself:

"Every time I think about this, I feel like I'm eating young grass from an old cow."

"Thirty for a monk is not equivalent to thirteen for ordinary people. Aunt Yun doesn't need to worry so early, right? Besides, it doesn't matter if you are old. My affection for Aunt Yun will not weaken."

"Humph."

Ye Yiyun raised her hand and patted Ling Xiaodong's shoulder lightly, as if she was coquettish with him, and buried her head even deeper.

"As much as you can say good things, I don't believe that if Li Pengjiao was born with a big and three rough, crooked melons and jujubes, you would still have such a relationship with her?"

A green-white thin finger tapped lightly on Ling Xiaodong's left chest, slowly drawing circles on it.

"You men~ In the end, it's all about looks. I'll be really old by then. Isn't a little girl better than a yellow-faced old woman?"

A far-fetched smile curled up at the corner of Ling Xiaodong's mouth.

Aunt Yun is good at everything, except that she likes to think about miscellaneous things by herself and worry about things that are completely unnecessary.

He put his palm on Aunt Yun's smooth black hair, and stroked it lightly.

"Indeed, appearance is a very important aspect, but it's not the only reason to like someone. If Aunt Yun becomes what you said one day, I will never leave you."

Ling Xiaodong took Ye Yiyun's little hand and slowly played with it. It felt delicate and smooth, soft and boneless.

After thinking for a while, he suggested:

"Well, if the master really decides to go to the north with the son, Aunt Yun will follow me."

Ye Yiyun suddenly raised her head that was resting on Ling Xiaodong's chest, and looked directly into Ling Xiaodong's eyes seriously.

She asked aloud again:

"What about Xiaoyan? Are you willing to let her stay in Qingfengguan alone?"

"Xiao Yan... let's go together then."

Ye Yiyun gently pushed Ling Xiaodong's shoulders away from his chest, allowing herself to sit up straight.

Now is the time to get down to business.

"Can't you drag your family with you when you travel far away? You also know that the monks of the third rank can't even beat a stronger bandit. I'm afraid we will be your burden."

"Then there is no other way. Does Aunt Yun really want to part with me for several years?"

Both fell silent.

Ye Yiyun actually wanted to go there together, but she was afraid that she and Xiao Yan would hold him back along the way, and if she left, what would Qingfengguan do?

Ling Xiaodong let out a long sigh.

"If only there was a way to get to the northern palace in an instant."

When Ye Yiyun heard the words, a light flashed in his eyes suddenly.

Arrive at the palace in an instant?

She raised her head abruptly, and excitedly said to Ling Xiaodong:

"Xiaodong, it seems there is such a thing! It can make people reach other places in an instant!"

"what?"

Although Ling Xiaodong has read all the books in Ye Yiyun's collection in Mingyue Temple, he has never heard of any spells that have such a miraculous effect.

"Move the large formation! As long as you can use this thing, you can freely shuttle between the two places!"

"Is there such a convenient thing?"

Ye Yiyun nodded vigorously, she explained

"This teleportation formation was created by a great power who had penetrated the way of space and became a fairy many years ago. Although this formation has been lost since he became a fairy, there are still three people with the same effect left in the world. The Dharma plate!"

Ling Xiaodong said happily: "Does our Qingfeng Temple have one?"

Ye Yiyun shook her head lightly, and poured a basin of cold water on him.

"How can such a legendary treasure like ours have such a small view? One of the three Dharma plates has been damaged, and the other is missing. I know that there is only one left of the fallen Dharma plate."

Ling Xiaodong frowned and asked:

"Then where is the last moving disk?"

Ye Yiyun's expression suddenly became serious, and she put her hands on Ling Xiaodong's shoulders solemnly.

"The last Dharma plate is treasured in the Sun and Moon Treasure House in Kunlun Mountain!"

"Xiaodong, do you still remember that I told you about the Daoist Conference that will be held soon?"

Ling Xiaodong was slightly taken aback, not knowing why Aunt Yun mentioned this matter, but he still nodded and replied:

"Of course I remember, so what?"

"Kunlun Mountain once established a rule that as long as you win the title of the leader in the competition for the green leader in the Taoist meeting, you can choose a magic weapon in the treasure house of the sun and the moon at will!"

Ling Xiaodong instantly understood what Aunt Yun meant.

"You mean you want me to participate in this competition for the top prize?"

Ye Yiyun nodded vigorously, and continued:

"Besides, Kunlun Mountain is on the only way to the northern border, not far from here. Calculate the time to arrive there just in time to participate in the Daomen Conference."

"You go to Kunlun with me and Xiao Yan, and after you win the leader, you can get the Dharma plate and travel freely between the two places, and we can avoid the pain of parting."

Ling Xiaodong went through Aunt Yun's plan in his mind and felt that what she said made sense.

But new problems also came.

He smiled bitterly and put Aunt Yun's hands on his shoulders.

"Aunt Yun, how do you know that I will definitely win the first place in the Qinggui competition?"

Although Ye Yiyun felt a little shy because Ling Xiaodong held her hands and kneaded them, she still said seriously:

"Xiaodong, you are a genius!"

"I know you and Yingying are the same person! What Yingying could do back then, I believe you can do it too!"

Immediately afterwards, she changed the topic again, looking pitifully at Ling Xiaodong in front of her.

"Moreover, can you bear to be separated from Xiaoyan and I for several years? Not to mention there is a chance, even if there is no chance, knowing that something cannot be done and doing it is exactly the style of our monks to go against the current!"

Ling Xiaodong was so excited by Aunt Yun's encouragement that he nodded immediately:

"Since Aunt Yun thinks I can do it, then I will definitely win the championship!"

"It's just... I've reached the perfection of the Liuhe Realm now. It's useless to just accumulate spiritual power. If I want to go further, I can only realize the Tao. How should I work hard?"

Ye Yiyun retorted upon hearing the words:

"The understanding of Tao cannot be forced, but there are still things that can be done."

"There is a difference between perfection and consummation. Even if the heaven is overflowing, it can still absorb more spiritual power, compress it, remove impurities, and make it more pure."

"I heard that this year's Kunlun Daozi is far stronger than before, so I must do my best!"

Ling Xiaodong's blood was agitated, and he directly attacked the case.

"Okay! I'm going to practice now!"

"Wait a minute!"

Ye Yiyun grabbed Ling Xiaodong's sleeve.

Her pretty face was covered with red clouds, her lips murmured for a while, and finally said:

"You are too slow to practice alone, let's practice together!"

Chapter 196 Daoist Ling, Help!

The sun was setting outside the house, laying a layer of red on the boundless mountains in the west, and even the mist inside the view was also dyed a little pink.

A row of black dots streaked across the sky in an orderly manner, which was the flock of wild geese flying south in autumn.

The windows and doors of the study were locked, preventing anyone from getting a glimpse of what was going on inside.

Among them, the sound-proof array that was operating secretly was flawless, and it seemed that the spellcaster was already extremely proficient.

There is a white mist formed by the condensation of rich aura floating outside the house, and there is also moisture in the house caused by the transpiration of fragrant sweat.

On the desk facing the window, the most hardworking Master Guanzhu was not seen on weekdays. The brush and rice paper were lying alone on the table made of sandalwood. the junction.

A crystal clear, white and lovely jade foot stretched out from behind the screen with half of a well-proportioned calf.

The exquisite jade feet were raised high, swaying back and forth, sometimes faster and sometimes slower.

The five slender jade toes are like small and delicate pearls when they are curled up, and they look like distinct frog toes when they are stretched out. Its owner seems to be enduring something.

The woman's sobs echoed in the small study, like crying.

Behind the screen, the Eight Immortals table originally made of an old tree in the mountains creaked under the weight. It seemed that the carpenter's craftsmanship was not ideal.

Suddenly, there was a deep man's muffled moaning voice accompanied by the woman's delicate moaning sound, and the creaking sound stopped abruptly, leaving only a shallow panting.

It was quiet in the study.

"Is Yun'er satisfied?"