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

The sweet and soft taste of Mu Qinghe's lips came to his heart again, causing his body to become hot and dry uncontrollably.

Damn, why is this time!

Zheng Si'er was a little uncomfortable when she was squeezed together with Ling Xiaodong just now, but after she saw that Daoist Ling hadn't behaved inappropriately, she slowly felt relieved.

She lay quietly at the bottom of the bed, trying not to let herself think about something.

Suddenly, Zheng Si'er frowned, and asked in a low voice, puzzled:

"Daoist Ling, are you still carrying a weapon?"

Ling Xiaodong's face instantly became extremely ugly. He looked at Zheng Si'er who was close in front of him in embarrassment, hesitated for a while, and finally hummed heavily.

Zheng Si'er twisted her body a little awkwardly, the weapon shaped like a dagger or a short sword was so straight against her lower abdomen, it made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Master Ling, let me adjust your seat for you."

After all, before Ling Xiaodong could react, Zheng Si'er reached out and inserted his hand into the gap between the two bodies, and grabbed the hard hilt of the sword through his clothes.

Chapter 2 and Four

"Hiss~ don't move!"

Ling Xiaodong's lifeblood was caught in his hands, he couldn't help but gasped, and hurriedly stopped him, but it was already too late.

Zheng Sier's delicate hands grasped the hilt of the sword hidden under her robe through the thin clothes, and was about to pull it to one side.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the dagger.

"What are you doing?"

Xiaoyan behind Ling Xiaodong noticed something was wrong between the two of them.

What hilt?

Zheng Si'er grabbed the dagger and pulled it up and down, while wondering:

"Huh? Why can't this weapon change its position? It seems to grow on the body."

"Miss Zheng, let go!"

Ling Xiaodong instinctively wanted to bend his body to avoid Zheng Si'er's grasp, but Xiao Yan behind her was squeezed even more out of breath.

Xiaoyan supported the wall with both hands, even her face was already pressed against the white wall, while Ling Xiaodong behind her was still arching towards her.

She couldn't help but whispered:

"Don't squeeze! There's no room inside! What the hell are you two doing!"

Zheng Si'er frowned, feeling even more puzzled in her heart. She didn't let go and directly replied to Xiao Yan inside:

"Taoist Master Ling was carrying a weapon and it hit my stomach. I tried to move it somewhere, but I couldn't move it!"

"It's really strange! Could it be some magic weapon?"

After hearing Zheng Si'er's explanation, Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood what this weapon was.

After all, she was the hideous monster she had seen with her own eyes.

"Sister Zheng, stop pulling! That's...that's..."

For a while, Xiao Yan didn't know how to explain to Zheng Si'er, so she could only say:

"That's brother Xiaodong's magic weapon. It can be big or small, it's very powerful, but he doesn't like others touching his magic weapon."

"Ah? Is that so?!"

Zheng Si'er let go of her hand quickly, she looked at Ling Xiaodong who seemed to be in some pain in front of her in shame, and apologized quickly:

"I'm sorry Ling Daoist, I didn't mean it!"

Ling Xiaodong grinned reluctantly, and said helplessly:

"Those who don't know are innocent. Miss Zheng, don't blame yourself. It's my fault."

Luo Huazi outside the house was still chatting with Huang Duoduo about his parents' affairs, and Linglongzi was really impatient waiting.

She tugged on Luo Huazi's sleeve, urging:

"Senior Sister! Don't chat! Don't look at the time! Let's check it out and go back."

"Oh, good, good! Don't rush!"

Luo Huazi pulled her sleeve back from her junior sister's hand, and turned to look at Huang Duoduo who was standing at the door.

"A lot, it's routine, please let us go in and check."

Huang Duoduo forced the stiff smile on his face, and turned sideways to give the two of them the way to enter the house.

Originally, Huang Duoduo's nervous little heart was beating non-stop, fearing that they would open the closet and find the mahjong inside, but the two who made the rounds today were really perfunctory.

Luo Huazi and Linglongzi were in a hurry to go back to the room to rest, so they simply entered the room and took a rough look around, then nodded, took out a piece of tissue paper from their sleeves, and took a brush to draw on the paper. After that, he said goodbye and left.

"Senior Sister, you have worked hard!"

"It's okay, go to bed early!"

boom!

As the door closed, Huang Duoduo's legs softened, and he sat on the ground with a plop. The clothes behind his back were wet with cold sweat, sticking to his back.

The three people under the bed knew that the incident was over when they heard the sound, and got out from under the bed one after another.

Zheng Sirer's face was slightly red, and she was still a little uncomfortable with being in close contact with Ling Xiaodong just now. She patted the dust on her robe and turned to look at the two people behind her.

Ling Xiaodong had been bending over after getting out from under the bed, while Xiao Yan put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths. There was a red mark on one side of his delicate and pretty face because it was pressed against the wall. It seemed that he had just felt real. It was quite crowded.

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you any more!"

"Duo Duo, then I'll go back too!"

After this farce, the four people in the room had no intention of continuing to play. After a simple farewell, Ling Xiaodong, Xiao Yan and Zheng Sirer left Huang Duoduo's room.

At this time, it was pitch black outside the house, and the vast white mist completely enveloped the entire Qingfeng Temple, and even the scene ten steps away could not be seen clearly.

The slightly cool water vapor and autumn wind made Xiaoyan fold her arms and shrink her neck, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Cold?"

Ling Xiaodong stretched out a finger, and briefly sketched a few strokes on the skirt behind her, a shimmering talisman appeared on the skirt, and the cold also receded.

"Thank you."

Ling Xiaodong waved his hand towards her and turned to look at Zheng Sirer.

"Does Miss Zheng want it too?"

"I... I'll do it, please trouble Daoist Ling."

Zheng Si'er looked at the strange characters glowing slightly behind Xiao Yan in amazement. Although she didn't feel cold at this time with her body, she also turned around and asked Ling Xiaodong to perform the spell just now out of curiosity.

When the last stroke was finished, a wave of warmth came from behind, and immediately wrapped Zheng Si'er's whole body, as if the whole person was under the warm sun.

"So miraculous! Taoist Master Ling is really superb!"

Ling Xiaodong smiled freely.

"It's just a trail."

The three walked together for a certain distance in the thick fog, and soon came to the intersection of the road.

Ling Xiaodong gently shook the arm held by Xiaoyan.

"Go back to the room by yourself first, and I will take Miss Zheng back to the guest room."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, and reluctantly let go of her wrapped arms.

She raised her head to look at Ling Xiaodong beside her, then turned her head to look at Zheng Si'er, and suddenly asked:

"Is sister Zheng interested in Brother Xiaodong? Did you secretly agree with him as soon as you saw him?"

"No, I like the kind of generals who can be controlled by one man and cannot be used by ten thousand men. A real man can be one against a hundred!"

Faced with Xiaoyan's sudden attack, Zheng Si'er blurted out her true thoughts without thinking too much because of the medicinal effect of the true spirit water.

Xiaoyan nodded with satisfaction, smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted his chest as if he was relieved.

"I can rest assured that."

Zheng Si'er, who was tricked out of the truth, quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She quickly turned her head to look at Ling Xiaodong beside her, and hurriedly explained:

"Master Ling, I didn't say you were not a man!"

Ling Xiaodong helplessly patted the eccentric little girl on the head.

"Okay! Stop making trouble, go back and rest."

Xiao Yan said goodbye to the two with a smile, and disappeared into the dense fog with brisk steps.

"I really didn't mean that!"

Zheng Si'er was still surrounded by anxiously explaining to Ling Xiaodong the meaning of what she just said. Ling Xiaodong nodded, indicating that he already knew.

"Come on, Miss Zheng, I will take you back."

Chapter 2 and Five

The slightly cool moonlight penetrated the white mist in the Taoist temple generously, adding a bit of ivory-like jade color to the misty mist.

Tiny footsteps sounded in this silent fog, from far to near.

Ling Xiaodong, with Zheng Sirer behind him, slowly walked towards the guest room with his hands behind his hands. Every time he waved his robe, a little mist would roll up and swirl around him, giving this small view a bit of a Taoist fairyland charm.

Zheng Si'er followed closely behind Ling Xiaodong, silently bowing her head.

She was still secretly blaming herself for the words she blurted out just now, but she didn't know that Ling Xiaodong didn't take this matter to heart.

Although the road to the disciple's residence was complex, criss-crossing, and covered by fog, for Ling Xiaodong, he was already familiar with the road, even with his eyes closed, he could find the way out.

The two of them walked forward on Qingshi Avenue one after another.

A bright golden light shone in front of the road through the mist. Just as Zheng Sier was puzzled, he gradually approached and saw the things clearly.

The golden inverted semicircle enveloped the house, and the flickering ancient seals floating around it symbolized the extraordinary realm of the caster.

Going around by myself, I actually passed by the house of Taoist Mingyue again.

Zheng Si'er looked at the seemingly fragile but unshakable realm, and the solemn entrustment from her master before leaving resurfaced in her heart again, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Hey~ What should I do so that Daoist Mingyue can come out of the mountain?"

Ling Xiaodong glanced sideways at the familiar house on the side of the road, looked back at Zheng Sier who was downcast behind him, and comforted him:

"Miss Zheng, don't worry, my master will come out by himself after a while, and she will go with you."

Zheng Si'er raised her head suddenly, hopeful eyes appeared again, and her pace was a little faster.

She looked at Ling Xiaodong's back in front of her in disbelief and asked hastily:

"Daoist Ling, are you serious?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded slightly, walked forward slowly, and replied:

"I had a chat with Aunt Yun...that is, Guanzhu. She understands my master's temperament better than I do. Since Guanzhu Ye said yes, then my master will definitely go."

He went on to add:

"Since my master is going, I will naturally go with him. I'm afraid I will make a lot of trouble."

"I just don't know if Wang Fuhuan welcomes me as an uninvited guest."

Zheng Si'er raised her brows, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Originally, I was still thinking, if I really can't ask Daoist Mingyue to come out of the mountain, can I ask the Daoist Ling, who is also superb in Daoism, to help me.

She didn't expect that not only Daoist Mingyue was willing to go with her, but also Ling Xiaodong would go with her.

This is simply a surprise!

Zheng Si'er walked quickly to Ling Xiaodong's side and walked side by side with him, looking at Ling Xiaodong with a smile on her eyes bent into thin moons.

"If Daoist Ling is willing to come, then the palace will naturally welcome him!"