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

"Please trouble Miss Zheng."

Although Zheng Si'er didn't help him in any real way, just sitting under the tree and waiting until he fell asleep was enough to show how much she cared about him.

"Why do you wear so much!"

Zheng Si'er saw that Ling Xiaodong only had a thin inner garment on her body, which made her even more embarrassed, and quickly handed back the clothes in her hands to Ling Xiaodong.

"Hurry up and put it on! I'm a martial artist, and I'm not afraid of the cold!"

She knew that although ascetics possessed all kinds of unpredictable spells, their bodies were still as fragile as a mortal body.

Ling Xiaodong waved his hand.

"I'm not cold, it's fine for Miss Zheng to wear it."

"Why isn't it cold! Put it on quickly."

Zheng Si'er forcefully stuffed the robe in Ling Xiaodong's hands, urging him to put on the clothes.

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to take the Taoist robe, and handed back the long sword pinned to Zheng Si'er by the way.

Zheng Si'er quietly stood aside to see him wearing clothes, and suddenly asked.

"By the way! Brother Ling, did you ask Priest Mingyue just now..."

She closed her mouth again.

After all, Ling Xiaodong just came back after wandering around the gate of hell, so asking him this matter now, does it seem that he is too eager for quick success?

"Huh? Oh! You said that!"

Ling Xiaodong lowered his head and tied the belt around his waist. He didn't notice Zheng Sier's uneasy mood in front of him, so he replied casually:

"I have already asked the master, and she promised that I will go to the north with you."

"That's great!"

The joy in Zheng Si'er's heart was indescribable. The burden that had been on her shoulders along the way was finally lifted. She finally lived up to her master's expectations of herself.

She excitedly hugged Ling Xiaodong who was in front of her, then lifted him up and turned him around.

"Hey hey!"

Ling Xiaodong waved his arms in the air, trying to maintain his balance.

He was startled by Zheng Sier's sudden embrace.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Brother Ling."

After celebrating, Zheng Sirer suddenly realized that her behavior was inappropriate and quickly put Ling Xiaodong aside.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, and the roots of her ears were slightly red.

"I...I'm so happy, brother Ling, don't blame me."

Ling Xiaodong smiled and shook his head, walked to Zheng Sier's side and raised his hand to her shoulder.

He hesitated for a while with his palm hanging in the air, and finally patted Zheng Sier's shoulder generously, like a familiar brother.

"It's okay, just prepare and go tomorrow."

"Ah."

Zheng Si'er nodded slightly, and followed Ling Xiaodong towards the guest room.

Halfway there, Ling Xiaodong asked Zheng Sier something that he was still a little confused about.

"Miss Zheng, I have a question for you."

"Excuse me."

"You don't need to kill chickens and drink blood, or swear to heaven and earth? You just need to say one sentence?"

"Yes!"

"Then how did you..."

Zheng Si'er immediately understood what Ling Xiaodong meant, and suddenly said:

"Oh! You said that! That's just my old habit."

"Where did the chicken come from at that time! It would be nice to have a mouthful of porridge to eat! The process of sworn worship is also casual."

Ling Xiaodong looked at Zheng Si'er in shock, not expecting that his wild thoughts before were true!

"Huh? The Northern Palace is so poor? Not even a chicken?"

Look at the starving girl, the whole person is light and light, entering the dining hall like a starving ghost who has not eaten.

"Nothing! The palace is still very rich."

"Then why..."

Zheng Si'er said calmly:

"That happened when I was a child. At that time, I was still living in an orphanage, an orphan."

She never thought of covering up her past in front of others, even though those days were embarrassing and disgraceful, and she even needed to pick up things in the trash to sell money to make a living.

"Miss Zheng, aren't you the eldest son of the northern border?"

"It's true now, but it wasn't like that before."

"Then how did you..."

Ling Xiaodong still wanted to ask a question, but he was keenly aware that when Zheng Sier mentioned this matter, she seemed to become obviously depressed, and there was an indescribable sadness and depression surrounding her.

He wisely did not continue to ask.

The two walked side by side in silence, and returned to the front of the room not long after.

"It's getting late, Miss Zheng, rest early!"

"Well, brother Ling is too."

After saying goodbye briefly, Ling Xiaodong opened the door and walked into his room.

He lay on the bed and looked at the beams of the roof, guessing all kinds of possibilities of Zheng Sier's past in his heart, his consciousness gradually blurred as he thought about it, and his upper and lower eyelids couldn't help but fight.

Outside the window, Bi Yuyue is sunny, and Dai Yun is far away.

This is the last quiet night in Guanli.

The next day.

Ling Xiaodong and Zheng Si'er stood at the gate of Qingfeng Temple together.

"Has Taoist Master Mingyue come yet?" Zheng Si'er asked.

"It should be soon, I have already woken her up in the morning."

Ling Xiaodong frowned and looked at the end of the road in the distance.

Obviously, the two had been waiting at the door for quite a while, but they still couldn't see the figure of the master.

Could it be that he went to sleep again?

"Hey! Let's go! What are you looking at!"

A slender hand stretched out from behind him, and patted Ling Xiaodong's shoulder lightly.

"Huh? Master? When did you come?"

Yueyingying rolled his eyes at him, and pointed to the sky.

"Flying."

The three of you are here, it's time to go.

Before leaving, Ling Xiaodong raised his head and took a deep look at the plaque of Qingfeng Temple.

This time I go out, I don't know when I will be able to come back.

He shook his head freely and smiled.

It doesn't matter, as long as the master is there, there is Mingyue Temple.

The first volume of the West City begins and ends

Extra Story of Zheng Sier ([-])

Few people know that Zheng Si'er, the new heir to the north, used to be an orphan living in a government orphanage.

When she was in the orphanage, her favorite thing to do on weekdays was to rummage through the garbage dumps outside the county town to see if there was anything that could be sold for money.

This is also due to the fact that after the Great Pandemic in Central Continent, the Northern Territory has clear laws and regulations:

Discarded items and filth cannot be thrown away in the city at will, and must be placed in the garbage bin outside the door. Special personnel collect them every day and transport them to the ash pit outside the city for accumulation to prevent mosquitoes from breeding and spreading diseases.

And in the garbage dump outside the city, there are many living utensils of the wealthy and nobles in the county.

It may be half a piece of silk cloth, or it may be a broken bronze mirror and so on.

Things that are useless in the eyes of these nobles are rare treasures in the hands of some people.

The smell of the garbage dump is not pleasant.

Not only is it stinky, but also turbid green water is constantly flowing out, and countless big-headed flies are flapping their wings and buzzing on it.

Zheng Si'er, who is only twelve years old, looks extraordinarily small in this mountain-like garbage dump. Her skinny and tiny arms are struggling to find it, but most of the garbage is useless.

She needs money.

Because Uncle Li, who had been doing chores in the orphanage, unfortunately broke his leg recently and could only limp around with a thick long wooden stick picked up from the kitchen. Zheng Sirer asked for money to go to the city. carpenter's shop to make him a better walking stick.

After all, Bo Li took great care of everyone in the orphanage on weekdays.

The noon sun was extremely hot, and her forehead was steamed with sweat, and the sweat dripped all the way to her eyes, sour and hot.

Zheng Sirer blinked twice in discomfort, grabbed the coarse gray collar and wiped it randomly on her face.

She looked up at the sky, gritted her teeth, and continued to search.

The smell of the garbage dump was so pungent that Zheng Si'er had to close his nose and pant with his mouth open.

Maybe it was her perseverance that moved God, or maybe it was because hard work paid off.

After struggling to move a large shattered stone millstone, she finally saw something different.

It was a rusty sword blade.

The reason why it is not said to be a sword is because there is only a slender sword stem at the end of the sword body, and it seems that it has been discarded here before it has time to attach the hilt.

A smile finally appeared on Zheng Si'er's little face covered with black stains.

She grasped the stem of the sword and pulled it out from the trash, and looked it up and down happily while holding it in her hand.

"If you sell this iron bar to the blacksmith shop, it will probably be worth more than half of the copper coins of a walking stick!"

Don't look at the sword blade without a hilt and rusted, it's iron!

Ordinary people would be reluctant to throw away even a broken wooden bench, let alone rare ironware?A good hoe can be passed down from family to family.

Zheng Si'er, who had found her baby, happily ran to the creek not far away, and carefully cleaned up the dirt on her body.

After she rubbed her hands clean in the cold stream, she put her two palms together again, took a handful of clean water and hit her dirty face.

After repeating this many times, the original white and tender skin was exposed.

The reflection of a pretty face full of aura suddenly appeared in the water. The pair of crystal clear eyes were black and white, extremely pure.

However, the child's facial features have not yet been fully opened. Zheng Sir's body is like a straight stick, neither protruding forward nor tilted back, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.

In addition, she is agile, moves as light as a bird, and is loyal, so the children in the orphanage call her Brother Bird.

goo goo~

The stomach that had been busy all day and hadn't eaten made a protesting sound.

Zheng Si'er stretched out her hand to touch her shriveled stomach, calculating the time and going back to make it in time for dinner, if it's too late, there will be nothing left.

Thinking of this, she quickly ran towards the city with the sword in hand.

After entering the county seat, Zheng Si'er was not in a hurry to go back to the orphanage in the west of the city, but ran towards the blacksmith's shop in the east of the city with his sword in his arms.