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

The time has come to the fifth day.

Ling Xiaodong sat cross-legged under the tree, with his heart turned upside down.

After these few days of groping, he has almost figured out the amount of pure aura he has at one time, which is about one-tenth of it.

As long as you control the amount well, you won't be affected by the "Japanese" symbol above your head and turn into a wild beast.

At most, it's just setting up a tent, and some blood is spurting.

Originally, when Aunt Yun was still alive, he could find her for double cultivation, but now he can only endure with his strong willpower.

Until today, he has refined nearly half of the spiritual energy accumulated in Qi Hai, and it is estimated that it will exceed half before going back today.

But in the evening of this day, something unexpected happened to Ling Xiaodong.

When he was concentrating on his practice, the symbol on his forehead began to tremble violently.

At this time, Ling Xiaodong's refining quietly reached half of the quantity. He noticed the change in the symbols and immediately wanted to stop.

The symbol seemed to be guided by something, and it frantically pulled in his body.

Zheng Si'er was sitting next to Ling Xiaodong cross-legged and shoulder to shoulder with him at this time, she suddenly felt her left shoulder sink, and looked sideways only to find that Ling Xiaodong had leaned her head on her body.

"You...brother Ling, what are you doing!"

Zheng Si'er's back was straight, and her whole body was extremely stiff. She just felt that it was wrong to push away or let go.

Fortunately, Ling Xiaodong didn't let her struggle for too long.

There was only a plop.

He fell limply on the hard ground.

Chapter 2 Sixteen: No Man's Land

This gray-white desert Gobi.

Dead silence, emptiness, windless, uninhabited, and absolute silence.

This is like the end of the world, the place of exile for gods, and the burial place of immortals.

Ling Xiaodong stood in this endless gray.

He looked around in a daze, and could occasionally see the undulating terrain, but he couldn't see any life, as if this place had been like this since ancient times.

"Where am I?"

He looked up.

The sky was shrouded in boundless darkness, like night, but there were no clouds in the sky, and there was no bright moon, only the gray desert itself was emitting a shining white light.

Ling Xiaodong raised his hands and rubbed the temples on both sides of his forehead, trying to relax himself.

But the circular symbol in the middle of his forehead was flashing and trembling, making him upset, as if he was being attracted to something.

Under the deep sympathy, Ling Xiaodong raised his head and looked in the direction of the gray and white Gobi.

That's where the symbol on my forehead wants me to go.

"I want to see what is playing tricks!"

He frowned and walked slowly in that direction.

In this dead place, time and direction have become meaningless.

No matter where you go or how long you walk, the surrounding scene is still exactly the same, as if you are standing still, like a prison cell without rails, trapping people in it forever.

After walking for an unknown distance, Ling Xiaodong finally saw something different in the distance ahead.

At the end of that horizon, there is a dark green canopy.

The symbol on his forehead flickered even more intensely, and his head was dizzy due to the buzzing and trembling.

Ling Xiaodong's pace gradually quickened, changing from walking to trotting, and then from trotting to running at full speed, raising clouds of dust behind him.

Before we even get close, a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, clear as dust and strong enough to spread far and wide, comes from the pavement.

He sniffed, and the floral fragrance filling his nostrils felt familiar to him.

But Ling Xiaodong didn't think much about it, he just ran straight to that osmanthus tree, wanting to see why that thing could attract him here.

But when he ran closer, Ling Xiaodong realized that he was wrong.

It is not the tree that attracts you, but what is under the tree.

He gradually slowed down and looked down at the tree.

There was an emerald green bamboo chair, on which a fairy in white was lying sideways, with her head propped up in one hand and a book in the other.

The long dark blue hair was casually spread on the bamboo chair, above the beautiful fairy dimple half blocked by the book, a pair of cold eyes were lazily scanning the pages in front of her.

The ironed white clothes perfectly outlined the fairy's graceful curves when she was lying on her side, and an exaggerated curve was outlined at the junction of her waist and hips.

Ling Xiaodong stared in a daze, and after a while, he stepped forward, calling softly in disbelief:

"master?"

Yue Yingying put down the book in her hand, and raised her eyes to look at Ling Xiaodong in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, she sat up abruptly, her wide-open almond eyes were filled with shock, and the books in her hands fell directly to the ground.

"How did you get in?"

Ling Xiaodong just wanted to answer, but his eyes were attracted by Yue Yingying's forehead at this moment.

It was a semicircle with only the right side, and a small dot in the middle, which was glowing with a faint white light.

His lips twitched slightly, and he murmured:

"moon?"

Yue Yingying didn't care what he was talking to herself, but frowned, and looked Ling Xiaodong up and down with her eyes.

She suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed:

"Yang soul out of body?!"

Yue Yingying suddenly stood up from the bamboo chair, and the books on the ground and the chair behind her turned into bits of spiritual light and dissipated into the air.

She walked quickly to Ling Xiaodong and grabbed his shoulders with force, her expression solemn.

"How long have you been here?"

"How long have you been here?"

Ling Xiaodong's eyes were blurred, and he repeated Yue Yingying's words in great confusion.

"Very long time."

Yueyingying gritted her silver teeth tightly, her face was full of anger, she shook Ling Xiaodong's shoulder vigorously, and said angrily:

"Did you know that your body will die within one burn of incense when the soul of the sun comes out of the body!"

"Really! It's hard to be quiet for a while, why are you causing me trouble!"

She waved her hand towards the sky, and a hole was opened in the black curtain in the sky. The dark sky and the gray earth faded away like melting snow, revealing the true face of Yueyingying's boudoir.

outside the house.

Zheng Si'er was kneeling beside Ling Xiaodong who was lying on the ground, pressing his hands on his chest, calling out anxiously.

"Brother Ling! What's wrong with you, Brother Ling?"

She stretched out a finger and put it under Ling Xiaodong's nose. Without breathing, she bent down and put her ear on his chest, her heartbeat had stopped long ago.

Just now when Ling Xiaodong collapsed on the ground weakly, although his breathing was weak, his heart was still beating.

Now there is no reaction, but the body is getting hotter and hotter, and a golden character that I can't understand appears on the forehead.

Zheng Si'er turned around in a hurry, and wanted to take him to find the doctor in Guannei, but she was surprised to find that the comatose Ling Xiaodong's body was frighteningly heavy, and even with all her strength, she couldn't move it a bit.

If you know that you can resist moving even a heavy tripod, how can you not be able to move Ling Xiaodong's body?

Although I don't know anything about Taoist practice, it is obvious that something has happened!

Just when she was at a loss, the thin domain barrier surrounding Yueyingying's yard in front of her suddenly melted away.

Just hear a bang.

Yue Yingying walked out quickly with anger and anxiety on her face. There was nothing behind her, but she seemed to be holding something in her hand.

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Zheng Sirer immediately said anxiously to Yue Yingying:

"Master Mingyue! Brother Ling, he..."

"I see!"

Yue Yingying quickly walked to Ling Xiaodong's side, raised her hand to grab Yang Hun beside her, and directly pressed him back against the body on the ground.

Ling Xiaodong's body twitched and he lay motionless on the ground again.

Zheng Sier looked worriedly at Ling Xiaodong who was on the ground, and then looked up at Yue Yingying who was standing aside.

"Master Mingyue, what happened to him?"

"Shh! Don't talk!"

Yueyingying waved her hand and interrupted Zheng Sirer's question in a distracted manner.

She knelt down, stretched out a slender green finger, and pointed directly at Ling Xiaodong's forehead.

The moment the two came into contact, Yue Yingying suddenly trembled all over.

A mysterious dao rhyme came out from where her finger lightly tapped, causing circles of ripples in the space and spreading around.

It's like yin meets yang, heaven meets earth, imperfections become perfect, everything seems to be as it should be.

Chapter 2 Seventeen

"What's that on your head?"

Yue Yingying suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in her heart, frowned and looked at the gleaming golden characters on Ling Xiaodong's forehead, the strange feeling in her heart seemed to come from there.

She didn't know that there happened to be a silver-white semicircle flashing slightly on her forehead at this time, and the frequency was completely synchronized with it.

But now Ling Xiaodong is still in a coma, unable to answer her questions.

"It's good if you don't die."

Yue Yingying closed her eyes and explored Ling Xiaodong's body, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there is an incomparably pure yang attribute aura rampant in the meridians, even about to overflow, but his life is safe.

She just feels incredible now.

It was clear that the Yang Soul had been out of the body for more than a stick of incense, but Ling Xiaodong's body did not die, but continued to breathe with some strange power.

When he stuffed his soul back into his body, Ling Xiaodong had already recovered his heartbeat and breathing.

But why haven't you woke up yet?

Yue Yingying withdrew her thin finger from Ling Xiaodong's forehead, squatted beside him and bowed her head in thought for a moment, a trace of suspicion flashed in her almond eyes.

She stretched out her hand and pinched Ling Xiaodong's nose.

Zheng Si'er on the side hesitated for a moment, although Yue Yingying had told her not to speak just now, but seeing Ling Xiaodong's complexion gradually turning livid, she still couldn't help but remind her aloud.

"That... Daoist Mingyue, brother Ling seems to be very uncomfortable."

"I'm not blind!"

Yue Yingying pursed her lips in embarrassment, then withdrew her hands resentfully, muttering to herself.

This is not pretending to be unconscious, the soul has returned to the body, so why not wake up?

At this moment, Ling Xiaodong, who was lying on the ground, had a distorted face, his facial features were all crumpled into a ball, and he was humming vaguely, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The skin on his surface was red, and steam was still coming out.

Zheng Sirer knelt down and touched Ling Xiaodong's forehead, then immediately retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.