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

"That's good."

Ling Xiaodong's expression was calm, and he was not surprised at all by this answer.

After receiving Ling Xiaodong's promise, Zheng Si'er, who was still depressed because of the difficulty in completing the important task, suddenly became cheerful and relaxed.

She walked briskly, stared at Ling Xiaodong Gujing Wubo's side face with a smile, and suddenly said with a laugh:

"Ling Daochang's little Taoist partner really takes a close look at you. It seems that Ling Daochang is probably not a little messy on weekdays."

Ling Xiaodong's face froze, and his footsteps stopped.

He twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, unexpectedly Zheng Si'er could see all of this, but he didn't want to admit it, obviously he didn't think of it on his own initiative!

Who knew that Huang Duoduo would be interesting to him!

"Xiaoyan...she is actually very broad-minded, so why don't you take it seriously and say it."

Zheng Si'er tilted her head, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger.

She also imitated Ling Xiaodong's appearance and folded her hands behind her back, but her steps were more brisk.

"It's obvious that every woman who knows Daoist Ling will be questioned by her, isn't that serious?"

Before Ling Xiaodong could answer, Zheng Si'er seemed to think of something again.

She suddenly said:

"If Daoist Ling went to the northern border with me, wouldn't sister Xiaoyan be even more worried? That's impossible!"

Zheng Sirer could say that she fell in love with this cute little girl at first sight, because she was surprisingly similar to the little sister she had met when she was still in the orphanage, and she fell in love with her for a while.

Ling Xiaodong shrugged helplessly.

"Miss Zheng is worrying too much, she won't."

After all, according to the plan, Xiaoyan and Aunt Yun should go to the Taoist Qingkui competition together, and then they can travel between the palace and the Taoist temple by moving the magic disc.

Zheng Sier paid no attention to his answer.

She looked up at the sky, although the sky was covered by fog, and said to herself:

"Daoist Ling, since you are willing to go together, then everyone is now a grasshopper on the same rope, or..."

Zheng Si'er turned to look at Ling Xiaodong, and said seriously:

"How about you and I sworn brothers? This will save your little Taoist companion from worrying every day."

Ling Xiaodong stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Sworn brothers?"

Zheng Si'er nodded, and said solemnly:

"Yes! I don't know how old Daoist Ling is?"

"Seventeen."

This is the result that Aunt Yun measured her bone age before.

Zheng Si'er's eyes flashed, excitedly said:

"I'm also exactly seventeen! How many months was Ling Daochang born?"

"I don't know, I don't remember the date of birth."

"Don't remember? How could it be? Daozhang Ling's parents..."

Seeing Ling Xiaodong shaking her head slightly, Zheng Si'er immediately shut up, she already understood.

I'm afraid Ling Daochang is the same as himself, after all, it is such a chaotic era...

Zheng Si'er looked at Ling Xiaodong with some sympathy and recognition in her eyes. She patted Ling Xiaodong's back vigorously and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter! I don't know what month I was born in! Since I can't tell who is older, why not let me be the elder brother!"

"Brother Ling just call me Brother Que, I will definitely protect you on the way!"

Ling Xiaodong was even more astonished, he couldn't accept Zheng Si'er's out-of-the-box thinking for a while.

Why do you want to marry yourself?

And even if it is sworn brotherhood, how can you be your younger brother?

While Ling Xiaodong was still standing in a daze, Zheng Si'er carelessly stretched out an arm to wrap around his shoulders, hooking his shoulders.

"Since you don't object, it's a deal!"

"Huh? Is it that simple?"

Ling Xiaodong felt that this sworn brotherhood was like a playful behavior of a child playing house.

Little did they know that this habit of recognizing brothers and sisters was normal for Zheng Sier, who was born in an orphanage.

The group of helpless orphans need to report to the group to keep warm more than ordinary people, and they are more eager to get relatives.

Chapter 2

Ling Xiaodong took Zheng Si'er's hand off his shoulder first, then turned his head and casually glanced at her incomparably flat chest under the embroidered swallow clothes.

It is true that being brothers is more reasonable than being brother and sister.

An endless stretch of flat loess suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ok?

Where is this scenery?

Obviously I have never seen it before, why did I suddenly think of this?

Ling Xiaodong shook his head slightly to clear these trivial thoughts from his mind.

"If Miss Zheng wants to, I don't care."

On weekdays, he also likes to play some role-playing games with Xiaoyan or Aunt Yun, such as asking Aunt Yun to call him brother and Xiaoyan to call him master.

Ling Xiaodong didn't have any resistance to this kind of thing, on the contrary, he agreed with great interest.

Zheng Si'er's eyes lit up, and the feeling of being the boss in the orphanage once again flooded her heart.

She raised her hand and patted her chest vigorously, making a loud bang.

"Okay! Brother Ling will be mine from now on! As long as you are in my brother Que's territory, no one can touch you!"

The words were full of ruffian, not at all like a high-ranking son, but like a gang boss who was wandering in the streets.

Ling Xiaodong felt that Zheng Si'er's life was very interesting, so he bowed and cupped his hands cooperatively towards her, and said with a smile:

"Then I'll rely more on Brother Que."

Zheng Si'er laughed even more cheerfully when she saw that he was so upright, and the light laughter like silver bells echoed in the quiet Qingfeng Temple at night.

She waved her hand towards Ling Xiaodong generously, and said freely:

"Little things, little things!"

Although the Qingfeng Temple is several times larger than the Mingyue Temple, it is only a small temple built on the top of the mountain.

Under Ling Xiaodong's correct guidance, the two returned to the guest room on the west side after walking for a long time. I don't know why Zheng Sier couldn't find the way out after wandering around in the disciple's residence for so long.

"It's getting late, let's rest early!"

Before parting, Ling Xiaodong said good night to Zheng Sier, Zheng Sier nodded slightly, and the two went back to their own rooms.

Ling Xiaodong turned around and closed the wooden door, and walked towards his bed.

No candles were lit in the house, and even the windows were closed, so it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

When he touched the edge of the bed, he stopped, turned his head down and untied the belt around his waist, threw the blue Taoist robe on the back of the chair beside him, and then sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his boots.

"Huh ~ sleep and sleep."

Ling Xiaodong threw off the quilt and got into bed.

"Ok?"

When he was lying on the bed, he suddenly felt that something was not right.

The quilt was unusually warm, with a bit of elegant musk, and the most important thing was that there was a slight sound of breathing beside the pillow.

Ling Xiaodong stretched out his hand to touch his side.

The touch of the warm and smooth skin like jade fat comes from the palm, which is the feeling of a woman's soft belly.

"Well~ don't make trouble!"

The woman's familiar soft moans and reproaches made Ling Xiaodong instantly know her identity.

"Aunt Yun, why did you come here?"

It was Ye Yiyun who was lying on Ling Xiaodong's bed at this time.

Ye Yiyun murmured softly twice, as if she was half asleep and half awake.

She grabbed the quilt and turned over, turned her back to Ling Xiaodong, and replied lazily:

"Isn't it because Yingying has taken over the room, and I have no place to sleep, so I ran to you."

Ye Yiyun's room is next to Yue Yingying's. Now Yue Yingying is isolated from the outside world and has expanded her domain to form a world of her own. She also brought Ye Yiyun's room together.

Now that she has no home to return to, she directly slept in Ling Xiaodong's room.

Ling Xiaodong reached out behind Ye Yiyun to wrap her arms around her slender waist, and pressed her chest against Aunt Yun's warm and smooth jade back.

He buried his nose between the soft black hair and sniffed intimately, and suddenly asked:

"What about Aunt Yun's old bamboo hut? Why don't you go there?"

Ling Xiaodong just asked casually, but unexpectedly, Aunt Yun asked a little angrily:

"What do you mean?"

She sat up all of a sudden, lifted the brocade quilt covering her body, and said with pouting:

"Then I'll sleep there."

"Alas! Don't! It's fine here!"

Ling Xiaodong also stood up, held Ye Yiyun's shoulders and pressed her back on the bed.

Ye Yiyun originally saw that she couldn't go back to the house, so she planned to go back to her original hut built deep in the bamboo forest in Guannei to rest.

But she thought of Ling Xiaodong and Zheng Si'er who lived very close to him, and immediately felt uneasy again, and finally came to Ling Xiaodong's room with a sense of supervision.

"Humph."

Ye Yiyun snorted dissatisfiedly, twisted her body slightly on the bed, and finally calmed down again.

Holding Aunt Yun's warm and plump body in his arms, Ling Xiaodong felt extremely familiar and reassuring. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Ye Yiyun suddenly asked:

"Where did you go just now? I've been waiting for you for so long and haven't come back?"

She had been sitting in Ling Xiaodong's room, guarding the candlestick and waiting for him to return to the room, but seeing him not returning, Ye Yiyun, who was sleepy, took off her clothes and lay down under the bed.

"Me? I was at Huang Duoduo's place just now."

Ling Xiaodong squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

He only felt that Aunt Yun in his arms was soft and warm, and also delicious, she was simply the best mother-in-law.

However, he forgot that the effect of spitting out the true spirit water for an hour has still not passed.

"Where is Duoduo? What do you want her for?"

Ye Yiyun suddenly opened her eyes, raised her head from the pillow, and looked suspiciously at Ling Xiaodong who was sleeping peacefully beside the pillow.

Ling Xiaodong knew what Aunt Yun was worrying about, so he raised his hand and patted her on the back lightly.

"I didn't go alone, Xiao Yan and Miss Zheng were both there."

After hearing Ling Xiaodong's supplement, Ye Yiyun lay back down again. Now that her disciples and guests were there, she immediately felt relieved.

Ye Yiyun lay flat on her body, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, and said to herself:

"It's good to take that Zheng Shizi for a walk, so that people can understand the background of our Qingfengguan. Although the strength of our Xiaoguan is not as good as that of the rich and powerful, the atmosphere of cultivating Taoism is not inferior to others."

"By the way, what are you doing in Duoduo's room?"