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

Xiao Yan slowly closed her watery peach blossom eyes, pouted at Ling Xiaodong and stood on her toes.

Ling Xiaodong understood, slowly lowered his head, and held his arms harder around her slim waist. He wanted to rub this cute little girl into his body.

The two lips touched slightly, and then left quickly.

Like a dragonfly touching water, ripples rippled in the lake between the two of them.

Xiaoyan looked at Ling Xiaodong affectionately for a while, and then resolutely squeezed out of his embrace.

"Don't forget Master!"

She put both hands on Ling Xiaodong's chest, and forcefully pushed him towards Ye Yiyun who was on the side.

Xiaoyan had long since noticed her master's secretly envious look on the side.

As an obedient and obedient apprentice who is extremely filial, naturally he should share some of the sweetness with his master.

Ling Xiaodong stood in front of Aunt Yun, with mixed emotions in his heart, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Ye Yiyun smiled gently.

She walked up to Ling Xiaodong, stretched out her hand to straighten his skirt, and said softly:

"Be careful on the road when you come here."

Ye Yiyun gently put her hand on Ling Xiaodong's face, and touched the red ears that she had pulled before.

"I'm waiting for you."

"it is good."

Ling Xiaodong reached out to hold Aunt Yun in his arms.

The beauty's delicate body was soft and fiery, and her cloud-like black hair exuded a rich fragrance.

He lowered his head to look for those slender cherry lips, but he was pressed against his lips by a slender white jade finger like an onion.

Ling Xiaodong opened his eyes suspiciously, only to see Aunt Yun smiling at him mischievously.

"I'll reward you when you come, and you won't be late if you're late."

The short farewell time passed quickly, Xiaoyan waved towards Linglongfang in the sky, and a guiding spiritual light fell from the sky, wrapped the two of them, and slowly rose.

Xiao Yan waved to Ling Xiaodong in mid-air and said:

"Brother Xiaodong! You must come early!"

"understood!"

The figures of the two gradually disappeared in the aura of Linglongfang, and the formation engraved on the huge flying boat followed suit.

There was a loud roar, and the dense clouds and mist in the sky shattered, and the flying boat rushed towards Kunlun like an arrow.

Chapter 2 Thirteen Sword Dance

Ling Xiaodong stood in the courtyard, looking up at the direction that Linglong was leaving.

He waited until the boat carrying Aunt Yun and Xiao Yan gradually disappeared into the distant sky and thick clouds before he slowly withdrew his sight.

"That's all, it's only a month at most anyway."

Ling Xiaodong shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the reluctance in his heart.

He looked around blankly, always feeling a sense of loneliness welling up in his heart.

Li Pengjiao left, and Aunt Yun and Xiao Yan also went to Kunlun first. Chen Lu was still sleeping in her body, and she didn't know when she would wake up. The master who was still in the temple also locked himself in the room and shut himself up.

Ling Xiaodong suddenly realized that he seemed to be alone all of a sudden.

Nuo Da's Qingfeng Temple has changed from the original bustle to a deserted appearance. Although there are still many disciples in the temple, there are indeed none that I am familiar with.

Now he has nothing to do, and he hopes that he can come out of the room by himself after the master's temper subsides, as Aunt Yun said.

Ling Xiaodong strolled aimlessly in the temple with his hands behind his back. Being extremely bored, he suddenly remembered that there was still a guest in the temple.

I don't know what Miss Zheng is doing?

Out of concern and having nothing to do, Ling Xiaodong turned around and walked in the direction of Zheng Sirer's room. It didn't take long before he returned to the west guest room.

He walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

But there was no response from the door.

Ling Xiaodong frowned and looked back at the morning sun that had risen from the eastern mountains. Although the light was soft, it was enough to illuminate the world.

Could it be that he is still sleeping?

His ears moved slightly, and he stood at the door of the room with his eyes closed and listened carefully for a while.

Finally, it was confirmed that there was no breathing sound in the room, and the room should be empty at this time.

Where did that go again?

Although he has no clue, it doesn't matter. What Ling Xiaodong lacks most now is time.

Since there was no one in the room, he ran to the cafeteria and wandered around again, but he still couldn't see Zheng Si'er.

After eating breakfast by the way, Ling Xiaodong ran to the disciple's residence again.

When he was walking on the road and could see the shimmering enchantment outside the master's house, Ling Xiaodong keenly heard the sound of piercing through the sky and the buzzing of the long sword in front of him.

Turning around a few corners, he cast his gaze on the open space in front of the master's house.

I saw a woman in a black dress dancing with a long sword in front of the house.

Sometimes the sword is like a flowing light, and the water can't get in, and sometimes it is sonorous and powerful, and the sword shakes with sound.

Light and heavy, two completely different sword techniques are vividly reflected in her hands, and the transformation of sword moves is like flowing water, without any sense of procrastination.

A head of black hair hanging down to the waist was tied into a capable ponytail by a white ribbon, dancing continuously with the dancing posture.

Light as a butterfly and swift as a galloping horse.

The withered and yellow leaves on the ground were swept up by the sword wind, fluttered, and finally fell to the ground slowly again.

Looking at Zheng Sirer dancing with swords in the courtyard at this time, Ling Xiaodong suddenly understood what it means to be heroic and look forward to flying.

He stood with his hands behind his back, just quietly admiring this magnificent sword dance.

Zheng Si'er also noticed Ling Xiaodong's arrival, but she didn't stop what she was doing, but became more serious.

There was only a sound of sword chant, and she handed out the last sword to the small tree in front of her. The sword light was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, piercing the falling leaves in half from the air.

The sword body trembled slightly in the delicate white hands. When the sound stopped, Zheng Si'er slowly sheathed the sword and slowly exhaled a long breath.

"Miss Zheng is good at swordsmanship!"

Ling Xiaodong applauded from the side.

Zheng Si'er walked in front of him with a smile and shook her head slightly.

"It can't be said to be good. It's still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from my master."

Then she changed the subject again, frowned, and said in a reproachful tone:

"And Brother Ling, why do you still call me Miss Zheng?"

"Then what should my name be?"

"Didn't you agree to call me Brother Que yesterday? Brother Ling's memory is so bad?"

Ling Xiaodong was slightly stunned. He originally thought that Zheng Sirer's so-called favor last night was just a joke between him and him, but he didn't expect that she actually took it seriously.

"This... I thought Miss Zheng was joking with me yesterday..."

Looking at the hesitant Ling Xiaodong in front of him, Zheng Si'er frowned even deeper.

"Didn't you agree to everything last night?"

"Forget it, if Daoist Ling doesn't want to, then I won't force it."

Seeing Zheng Si'er's bright eyes full of disappointment and regret, Ling Xiaodong was at a loss for a moment.

Although he had heard that Beiren was bold, it was the first time he had seen such a casual obeisance.

It didn't take long to call him brothers and sisters. Is this a custom or a rule in the northern border?

"Don't! It's not that I don't want to make friends with Miss Zheng, it's just that the older brother of the girl is not used to it."

Zheng Si'er bowed her head and pondered for a while upon hearing this,

"I was reckless. If that's the case, brother Ling should just call me Miss Zheng."

Ling Xiaodong didn't say anything more. He looked over Zheng Sir's shoulder towards Yueyingying's house, which was still wrapped by that thin layer of territory.

"What is Miss Zheng doing here? My master probably won't come out for a while."

Zheng Si'er looked back at the airtight house sideways, and sighed slightly.

"I just hope Taoist Priest Mingyue can see my sincerity, and she can see me as soon as she comes out."

Ling Xiaodong just wanted to persuade him with words, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

He walked to a towering old tree in the courtyard, sat down cross-legged at the root of the tree, and looked up at Zheng Sirer who was standing there.

"I happen to have nothing else to do, so why not just wait with Miss Zheng."

"How can that be done! I have a request from Taoist Master Mingyue."

Ling Xiaodong smiled freely, and said indifferently:

"As long as the mind is calm, where can I not practice? There is actually no difference between the yard and the house."

After all, he leaned on the tree trunk and closed his eyes, and fell into meditation directly.

Zheng Si'er looked at Ling Xiaodong under the tree, pursed her thin lips lightly, drew out the long sword from her waist again, and waved it in the courtyard.

The cool autumn wind is bleak, and a man and a woman in the courtyard are respectively obsessed with their own cultivation. There is no interaction with each other, but they seem extra harmonious.

Ling Xiaodong listened to the deep sword cry, and gradually sank his mind into his body.

Last night, I heard from Aunt Yun that after using spiritual power to touch the hidden symbol on her forehead, she suddenly turned into a beast of lust, and at the same time lost her sanity and memory, completely unaware of what happened.

This made Ling Xiaodong even more curious about the changes in his body.

This time, he was careful not to touch the strange symbol on his forehead, but to examine his body minute by minute, hoping to find some difference from the middle.

?Sorry, at the end of the semester, there are a lot of things, and the updates may not be stable. I can only say that I will try my best to keep updating.

Chapter 2 Uses

The spiritual consciousness sinks in the sea of ​​​​qi, and the Lingtai is quiet and empty.

Every time after sitting in meditation, there will be a strange and detached feeling of being detached from the outside world and forgetting both things and me, as if being in a darkness of nothingness.

Ling Xiaodong has long been used to this clear feeling, and soon began to search carefully in his body.

His consciousness circulates in accordance with the Great Zhoutian, his meridians are extremely smooth, and there is nothing wrong. Only when he explores the Dantian in his belly, he always has a vague feeling that something is not right.

"Huh? What is this?"

Ling Xiaodong frowned slightly, concentrating all his energy to penetrate his divine sense into his dantian.

The dantian in the abdomen is where a warrior's energy is generated, and the sea of ​​​​spiritual energy in the sky is where a monk's spiritual energy accumulates.

Originally, his energy could enter and exit the Dantian at will without any hindrance, but when he used his spiritual power to penetrate deeper, he seemed to encounter an invisible obstacle.

Ling Xiaodong didn't believe in evil, so he condensed the scattered spiritual power into one force and slammed it deep into his Dantian.

But no matter how he impacted, that layer of barrier didn't seem to shake in the slightest.

"It's strange, there is still a place in my body that I can't enter?"

After several attempts, he gave up the plan to forcibly break through, and instead calmed down, using Professor Li Pengjiao's own spiritual visualization method to visualize what's inside his body.

A shimmering barrier emerged in his visualization, the very thing that had been blocking him before.

Ling Xiaodong carefully explored the past, attaching his spiritual consciousness to the obstacle, and a clearer picture emerged in his mind.

A huge word "Feng" was clearly written in the middle of the barrier, and around it was a circle of strange characters that moved around like tadpoles.