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

Those characters are not talisman characters, nor are they commonly used today. It looks like an ancient script, which should be used by some generation of ancestors. Anyway, Ling Xiaodong can't understand it.

"Is this the Yuanyang seal mentioned in Li Pengjiao's letter?"

Ling Xiaodong had some guesses about this thing in his mind.

But the seal looks intact, although there are occasional pure yang qi overflowing from it, it still looks like it is functioning normally.

Obviously this has nothing to do with the "日" symbol on his forehead.

Ling Xiaodong tried a few more times, and finally found that there was really nothing he could do with the seal, so he didn't bother with it, anyway, it seemed harmless.

What he wants to solve most now is the strange symbol on his forehead that inexplicably makes his blood boil and his desire rise.

Where does it come from?

What the hell is it?

Ling Xiaodong probed into his body almost inch by inch, but he still didn't find anything related to that symbol.

He had no choice but to return his attention to the symbol itself.

Last night, I tried to instill spiritual power into the word "日", but I didn't expect that once I touched it, this thing would have a strong attraction to the spiritual power in my body, and I couldn't stop it at all.

When he finally woke up, he didn't know what happened, only that he seemed to have done some beastly things to Aunt Yun, and the spiritual power in his body became more pure.

With the experience of last time, Ling Xiaodong became extremely careful this time.

He separated a ray of spiritual power from his body, separated it, and carefully sent it to the side of the word "日".

The closer he got, the more Ling Xiaodong could feel that this ray of spiritual power was a little out of his control, and he twisted and probed towards the direction of the symbol.

It felt like I was pulling the reins, and the horse holding the reins on the other end seemed to have seen fertile grass and was pulling me forward.

Ling Xiaodong tried to get closer again.

When it got close to a certain level, the wisp of spiritual power swished into it.

He was concentrating on the change of the symbol on his forehead, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any reaction, and the small ray of spiritual power disappeared without a trace like a cow falling into the sea.

"Is it too little?"

Ling Xiaodong murmured to himself, and another ray of spiritual power penetrated into it, but the result was exactly the same.

"Hiss~ it seems to be a little brighter?"

He didn't know whether it was his hallucination or a real reaction.

So he continued to send a little wisp of aura towards the symbol until about seven or eight wisps of aura were input, and Ling Xiaodong was sure that the symbol had really become a bit brighter.

However, other than the brightening, there seemed to be no major changes. He continued to send a ray of spiritual power into the symbol tentatively.

Change happens suddenly.

The round "日" character suddenly flashed, and then changed back to the previous brightness in an instant, and a ray of spiritual energy that was several times purer than before was sent out.

Ling Xiaodong silently felt the difference in the aura that was expelled.

He was surprised to find that this seemed to be the reason why the spiritual energy in his body was more perfect and pure after he woke up.

This thing can purify and condense aura and remove impurities from it!

However, the doubts in Ling Xiaodong's heart increased instead of diminishing.

What is the origin of this thing?

Obviously I haven't gone anywhere recently, so why did this strange symbol suddenly appear?

Ling Xiaodong himself recalled the time when his body became hot and dry from time to time, it seemed that it was after Li Pengjiao helped him enter the Liuhe realm.

Could it be a gift from her?

Ling Xiaodong quickly rejected this idea. If she really did it, she would definitely tell herself in a letter.

If it's not Li Pengjiao, then who is it?

The only thing he is sure of now is that the "日" character on his forehead appeared after he entered Liuhe.

Maybe the master will know.

But Yue Yingying is still unwilling to see anyone at this time, and she can't ask her.

Ling Xiaodong shook his head slightly, sweeping away the confusion in his mind, and his doubtful thoughts became clear again.

Whatever it is, it's fine.

It just so happened that he was going to participate in the Qingkui Competition soon. There was no need to think about breaking through in a short time. It was also a good thing to make the spiritual power in his body purer.

Besides, Aunt Yun was not by her side, so she couldn't find anyone if she wanted to practice double cultivation.

The appearance of this symbol is like being dozed off and someone gives you a pillow, which is exactly what Ling Xiaodong needs now.

After the thought was clear, he decisively began to divide the aura in his body into a small part that could be controlled, and sent it to the symbol continuously, purifying him like passing through a sieve.

While sending it off, Ling Xiaodong suddenly felt something was wrong again.

Although this thing is good, it is not without any side effects.

After just letting one-tenth of the spiritual energy in his body pass through, Ling Xiaodong felt his body temperature rise significantly, and the figures of Xiao Yan, Aunt Yun and the master appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

And all of them are naked, and the scene is extremely fragrant.

Chapter 2

After seeing Ling Xiaodong sitting cross-legged under the ancient tree, Zheng Si'er began to practice martial arts by himself in the courtyard.

Just like she did every day and night in the past.

Although she is extremely talented, she is able to become a master at such a young age because her diligence and hard work are far above others.

From morning to night, there is no pause at all.

By the time she came back to her senses, the setting sun had already melted into gold, and the dusk clouds were closing in. Water vapor was rising inside the temple, the mist was thick, and the dusk clouds were shrill.

Golden clouds enveloped everything inside, even Ling Xiaodong, who was wearing green clothes under the tree and was practicing with his eyes closed, became holy.

Zheng Si'er slowly put the sword back into the scabbard, raised her slender hand to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on her delicate forehead, she looked at Ling Xiaodong who was meditating under the tree, and was a little lost in thought for a while.

She did not make a sound to disturb him, but walked quietly to Ling Xiaodong's side, and followed him to sit cross-legged under the tree to rest.

Zheng Si'er put one hand on her thigh, supported her head, and tilted her head to look at Ling Xiaodong next to her.

The youth's green shirt is thin, and his figure is elegant and dusty.

Looking at it, Zheng Si'er suddenly felt that something was not right.

Why is brother Ling's face getting redder and redder, and the sound of breathing is getting louder and louder, even the top of his head seems to be emitting white smoke slowly.

The veins in his neck were bulging, and his brows were tightly knit.

If he were practicing martial arts, Zheng Sirer could tell at a glance that Ling Xiaodong was practicing a wrong technique. However, the magic techniques of the Immortal family were mysterious, and she was not sure whether Ling Xiaodong was possessed or practicing a mysterious magic technique.

"Brother Ling?"

She called softly.

But Ling Xiaodong still kept his eyes closed and did not respond to her call.

This made Zheng Sier feel a little worried, and she stretched out her hand and waved her palm in front of Ling Xiaodong.

Ling Xiaodong slowly opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at Zheng Si'er beside him.

Seeing that he was conscious, Zheng Si'er breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that Brother Ling looked at him a little strangely, the eyes were straight and straight, and the people who looked at him felt terrified.

She always felt that this sight seemed familiar.

It seems that those bandits who died under their own swords because they coveted their appearance also had such greedy eyes at that time.

Just as she was still remembering, she saw Ling Xiaodong slowly reaching out to her face.

Zheng Si'er was slightly taken aback.

What does it mean?

Want to touch your face?

We are sworn brothers, how could we do such a thing? !

Just as Zheng Si'er wanted to turn her head to avoid it, Ling Xiaodong's hand was already in front of her eyes.

With a calm expression, he stretched out his hand to the top of his head, holding a yellow fallen leaf between his fingers.

"You have a leaf on your head."

Ling Xiaodong said with a slight smile.

Only then did Zheng Si'er realize that she had misunderstood the meaning of his reaching out, and scratched her head at him embarrassedly and smiled.

"Thank you."

Ling Xiaodong's face was like a flat lake, but the heart in his chest was beating violently.

The thin shirt on the back was soaked with cold sweat, and I only felt lucky in my heart.

Fortunately, I woke up in time!

He almost got addicted to the endless desire and took action against Zheng Sier next to him.

Although the strange symbol on the forehead is easy to use, the side effect is really not small. Once you use it too much, you will get lost in the lust.

"Brother Ling, it's getting late, how about we go back?"

Zheng Si'er looked at the setting sun in the distance that was half covered by the mountains, and turned her head to Ling Xiaodong who was beside her.

But Ling Xiaodong didn't intend to get up.

"Miss Zheng, look at the vastness of the mountains and rivers. It is indeed a rare beauty. We might as well wait until the sun goes down before we go back."

Zheng Sirer looked at Ling Xiaodong beside her in surprise, and then looked at the scenery ahead, the admiration in her eyes became even stronger.

He is worthy of being an accomplished master.

People in the world are busy chasing worldly fame and fortune, or working hard for their livelihood. Nowadays, who has the leisure to look up at the sky and experience the beauty of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

Under Zheng Sirer's praising gaze, Ling Xiaodong calmly pulled the hem of his robe.

Now that I am still stiff, it would be too embarrassing to get up now.

I had no choice but to quickly make up a reason, which seemed to have been muddied.

Zheng Si'er sat quietly beside Ling Xiaodong, her clear eyes were the reflection of the setting sun in the mountains and rivers, she looked at it very seriously, and felt that there must be a deep meaning in Brother Ling's words.

That day, the sun gradually turned from gold to red, and Zheng Si'er's heroic and pretty face was flushed red.

Finally, the sun was completely covered by the mountains, and the two slowly stood up under the tree.

"I understand!"

Ling Xiaodong was bending down to brush off the dust on his robe, when he heard Zheng Sir'er suddenly making a sound of joy, and he looked to his side in confusion.

What do you understand?

Zheng Sirer raised her hand and pointed to the mountain range where the sun disappeared.

"Brother Ling, you want to tell me that a dynasty is like the sun. Even if it once hangs high for nine days, it will die one day, but it doesn't matter. After the turbulent night, the new dynasty will be like the sun." Come out."

"You are encouraging us to bring a new order to the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and not to be afraid of the already declining royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Ling Xiaodong stared at Zheng Sier's pretty face full of confidence, his lips were slightly murmured, and he was speechless for a long time.

In the end, he could only nod slightly and said with praise:

"You're right, that's what I mean."

Zheng Si'er giggled, as if she was secretly pleased at her intelligence.

Before the two left Yue Yingying's house, they first went to Guannei's cafeteria to have a full meal, filling their hungry bellies, and then walked back to the guest room slowly.

In the next few days, the two of them met in front of Yue Yingying's door every day as if they had made an agreement.

One practice martial arts, one practice, every time Zheng Sier gets tired, she will run under the tree and sit side by side with Ling Xiaodong to rest, they just wait for Yue Yingying to appear.