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

Yue Yingying flicked her sleeves to get rid of Ling Xiaodong's tugging.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, staring at Ling Xiaodong on the bed with her almond eyes wide open.

Ling Xiaodong said anxiously:

"The Qingkui Dabi is really important! Master, you old man should show mercy, anyway, I have hugged him, it's nothing!"

He jumped off the bed with a jerk, not caring that he was still naked.

"You! You are wearing a dress!"

Yue Yingying couldn't help but cast her gaze downwards, then retracted her gaze as if she had been electrocuted, and quickly raised her head to look at the roof.

It's just that a faint blush once again appeared on the white fairy dimple, which looked extremely delicate and charming.

"No! If the master doesn't promise me, I won't wear it!"

Yue Yingying was bitten secretly by his angry silver teeth, her temples throbbed.

"If you don't wear it, don't wear it! What does it have to do with me! Anyway, it's not me who is ashamed!"

Ling Xiaodong looked at the master and smiled.

"At that time, I will run down the mountain naked, take a brush and write "Master" on my chest, and then write "Yue Yingying" on my butt, and then run into the city, shouting as I run..."

He raised his hands to his mouth and said in a loud voice:

"My master is Yue Yingying from Qingfeng Temple! I am her disciple Ling Xiaodong!"

"you dare!"

When Yue Yingying thought of the scene Ling Xiaodong just mentioned, she couldn't help but feel ashamed for him.

Although she usually only stays in Qingfeng Temple and never goes out, she has become famous in this way, and she still wants her face!

Ling Xiaodong looked indifferent, but shook his head in front of Yue Yingying, and said even more severely:

"Hey! I have nothing to do. By then, master, you will be famous in the ten miles and eight villages!"

"As soon as you go to the street, when someone asks you for your name, hey! It's Ling Xiaodong's master. Last time I saw him running around in the street without clothes on!"

Snapped!

Yue Yingying helplessly raised her hand to pat her forehead, only to feel that one of her heads was bigger than both.

She was afraid that if she continued to listen, she would die of anger and blood.

"enough!"

Yue Yingying's pretty face flushed, not because she was ashamed, but because she was angry.

"You are shameless, you are amazing!"

"I promise you! Are you satisfied?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded hastily, almost unable to close his mouth when he smiled.

"Then hurry up and get dressed!"

"Alright! Wear it now!"

Ling Xiaodong happily bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground one by one, and after putting on the underwear and trousers, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

He stared at the cyan Taoist robe in his hand, dazed in a daze.

"Wear it, why don't you wear it?"

Ling Xiaodong looked at the bed, then at the dark night outside the window, and finally turned his head and looked at the puzzled master beside him with a smile.

"Master, it's getting late, how about I stay overnight?"

The corner of Yueyingying's mouth twitched, and the veins on her forehead popped out.

"Get out of here!"

The door of the room opened wide, Ling Xiaodong let out an ouch, and staggered out of the room with his clothes in his hand.

boom!

There was only a loud slam of the door closing, and then a prohibition condensed by a technique appeared at the door.

Ling Xiaodong patted the shoe prints on his buttocks, looked back at the closed door, and curled his lips helplessly.

"If you don't let it go, don't let it go. As for driving people away like this?"

He shrugged, and put the Taoist robe on his body casually.

It was already midnight, but I couldn't see the bright moon hanging high above my head, because it was covered by the dense white mist in the temple.

Although Ling Xiaodong failed to stay in the master's room, he was still in a good mood, and somehow the master agreed to assist him in his cultivation for the next month.

He put his head in his hands, hummed a cheerful ditty, and walked towards his room.

"Ok?"

When passing by the small courtyard in front of Yueyingying's house, Ling Xiaodong noticed something was wrong.

He frowned and looked under the tree where he often meditated and practiced, and he could vaguely see a figure under the cover of white mist.

"No way......"

Ling Xiaodong vaguely knew who that figure was.

Walk in and take a look, it really is Zheng Si'er!

At this time, Zheng Si'er was sitting cross-legged under the tree, leaning her head against the trunk behind her.

There were some dewdrops hanging on the long eyelashes, and even the black hair tied behind her head had been soaked in the mist, not to mention the clothes on her body.

It is estimated that it has become extremely humid.

Ling Xiaodong knew what was going on without guessing.

It should be that Zheng Si'er waited at the door after seeing herself fainted, and didn't go back until midnight, and fell asleep leaning against a tree.

"What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Ling Xiaodong took off the Taoist robe on his body, and carefully covered Zheng Sier's body.

He hesitated for a while, and instead of waking her up, he reached out to Zheng Sier's legs and back, and directly hugged her up.

"It's so light!"

Ling Xiaodong couldn't help sighing.

Although Zheng Si'er looks much taller than Xiao Yan, her weight is lighter, as if she has no weight, she is light in her hands, and her limbs are very soft.

When Ling Xiaodong thought that she was so thin and so edible, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

The Northern King's Mansion won't be so poor that they can't afford to eat, right?

But when he thought of the pure gold token that Zheng Si had brought out, and the bright yellow silk swallow suit, it didn't look like he had no money.

He shook his head, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, and walked towards the guest room with Zheng Si'er in his arms.

Qingfengguan at night is still as quiet as ever.

On the quiet path, even the sound of walking with cloth boots can be clearly heard.

The cool autumn wind came with humidity, but Ling Xiaodong, who was only wearing a light coat, didn't feel any cold.

After two times of tempering by Fayin, the aura in his body seemed to become more golden, like flowing gold.

"Well......"

Zheng Si'er in her arms frowned, as if she felt the shaking.

She opened her eyes in confusion.

Summary at the end of the paper and notice of leave

The first volume is finally finished, which is something to be happy about. I originally wanted to write a little bit of my progress and insights in the summary at the end of the volume.

But I don't know if it was reported by others or for some other reason, Pineapple Bun suddenly blocked me for four chapters in a row.

Snapped!

Happiness is gone, and perfect attendance is gone.

Although I tried very hard to modify it, I still couldn't pass it.

I've been busy rewriting these chapters all day, but it's not getting any use. In the end, I can only give up when I'm exhausted, and the missing chapters will not be released.

If you see inexplicably skipped chapters, then the chapters must be blocked, and I will put them elsewhere.

I was tired, I was very sad, and began to question myself, should I continue to write.

Writing a book is hard work and doesn't make any money. I only get a few hundred dollars for a month of hard work. So is it really valuable to spend so much time and painstaking efforts to create something?

I'm really sorry, for the viewers who have been following here for more, the author needs a period of time to slow down, and the outline of the second volume still needs to be polished.

Stop for one day today.

In the next few days, I will fill in the extra parts of Zheng Si'er's story that I wrote at the beginning. Please wait patiently for the main text of the second volume.

The author will not run away like an eunuch, since he has written it, he will stick to it to the end and finish all the stories.

Stay tuned.

bow.

Hope to accompany you to the end of the story.

Chapter 228

The first thing Zheng Si'er saw was a vast expanse of white mist, and the whole person seemed to be floating up and down in the clouds, she thought she was still in a dream,

But immediately she keenly noticed something was wrong,

There was an obvious tactile sensation of someone else's arm on his back and the bend of his legs, which made Zheng Si'er, who used to sleep with a pillow and shield on the battlefield, suddenly alert.

She instinctively groped for the left waist of the saber, but found nothing.

"Miss Zheng, are you awake?"

A gentle and soft voice rang in her ears, and this familiar voice made her relax her vigilance.

She raised her head to meet Ling Xiaodong's gaze.

"Brother Ling..."

Zheng Si'er suddenly realized that she seemed to be held in Ling Xiaodong's arms.

She just wanted to get up, but she felt a little heavy on her body. When she looked down, she was covered by a blue Taoist robe.

"That... I can walk by myself."

Ling Xiaodong didn't suggest just holding Zheng Si'er and walking back to the guest room, but since the girls had already spoken, he let go of his arms.

Zheng Si'er touched the ground with one foot, and lightly jumped down from Ling Xiaodong's embrace.

She took the clothes she was wearing in her hands and looked at them.

Is this...afraid you'll catch a cold?

Zheng Si'er was about to hand back the clothes in her hand to Ling Xiaodong, but she discovered something more important.

"Are you all right?"

She looked Ling Xiaodong up and down in surprise.

Ling Xiaodong nodded with a smile.

"Well, thanks to my master, it's all right now."

"It's fine if you're fine. You were meditating under the tree before, and you suddenly passed out, but it didn't scare me!"

Zheng Si'er supported her flat chest, as if she still had lingering fears.