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

After saying that, she secretly glanced at Zheng Sirer.

As if afraid of being beaten by her, the girl trotted away, leaving only Ling Xiaodong and Zheng Si'er staring at each other.

"Brother Ling, do you know her?"

Ling Xiaodong looked at the weird girl who gradually disappeared into the crowd in confusion, but he didn't have any clue.

Zheng Si'er was very free and easy, and directly put this trivial matter behind her.

"Forget it, forget it, send the letter first! Daoist Mingyue is still waiting for us to bring her food!"

She took a few steps forward, but she didn't see Ling Xiaodong following up. She turned her head and found that he was still thinking hard on the spot.

"Let's go! What are you still thinking about!"

Zheng Si'er walked back to Ling Xiaodong and waved her little hand in front of him.

Ling Xiaodong lowered his head, frowned, turned a blind eye to Zheng Si'er in front of him, and murmured:

"Miss?"

He always felt that this girl looked familiar, as if he had indeed seen it somewhere before.

With my photographic memory, since I have this feeling, I must have seen it somewhere before, and the voice of Miss is surprisingly familiar.

This girl mistook Zheng Sirer for a familiar person, and she also recognized herself.

and many more!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Si'er's beautiful face in front of him.

"I remember who she is!"

"Who is it?" Zheng Sier asked doubtfully.

She didn't expect that the girl turned out to be Brother Ling's old acquaintance.

Ling Xiaodong did not answer her question, but instead asked:

"Do you remember when we first met, I mistook you for someone else?"

"It seems...is there such a thing?"

Zheng Sirer frowned slightly, vaguely remembering that Brother Ling seemed to blurt out a name as soon as he saw her.

"Is... what is it?"

"Yes! Mu Qinghe! She looks exactly like you, and I asked you if you knew this person!"

Zheng Si'er opened her eyes slightly, and said in surprise:

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded with a serious expression.

"That girl was Mu Qinghe's maid just now. I met her once when she was serving porridge."

"Isn't that a good thing? I happened to meet an acquaintance here? What a coincidence!"

Zheng Si'er didn't take it seriously, she raised the letters in her hand and shook them in front of Ling Xiaodong.

"How about we meet your old friend after we finish posting the letter? Do you know where she lives?"

Ling Xiaodong was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"What the village chief said may be true. There is indeed a leader of the White Lotus Sect who fled here in Heshui City. There is such a devil lurking here. We have to be careful!"

"Ah? How did brother Ling know?" Zheng Si'er asked.

Ling Xiaodong stared straight into hers with an extremely serious expression.

"Because the Mu Qinghe I mentioned just now...is the saint of Luojiao, and she is also in this city now!"

The faint smile on Zheng Si'er's face dissipated in an instant, and the bleak and sharp murderous intent lingered around her, as if she had met a sworn enemy.

As soon as Luo Jiao was mentioned, she seemed to be a different person.

"Is this true?"

"really!"

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Si'er, who was still standing in front of Ling Xiaodong, suddenly jumped onto the roof of the nearby house.

She looked far away in the direction where Xiaoqing had just left, her eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, and she did not see the foolish appearance of last night at all.

In the bright black and white eyes, she can find the insignificant target even in the chaotic crowd. After scanning, Zheng Si'er tapped the tiles with her toes, and her elegant body leaped between the houses. fly.

"Brother Que, don't worry! That saint is a good person, don't hurt that girl!"

Seeing that Zheng Si'er was so impatient, Ling Xiaodong quickly yelled towards the roof, but she had already gone away.

"Forget it, I'll follow along."

He shrugged helplessly, and followed Zheng Si'er's pace to rush in that direction.

At this time, Xiaoqing was walking briskly through the crowd.

On weekdays, when he saw His Highness was fine, he would lean on the fence and look west, and then he would sigh quietly.

She knew that His Highness was a lovesick man, and that he couldn't forget the handsome Taoist priest he met when he was digging the dragon's veins in Pengcheng.

However, as a saint, His Highness is doomed not to do whatever he wants, and to put Luo Jiao and the common people in the world as the most important thing, and I am afraid that he will never meet again in this life.

She never thought that she would meet by chance in this Heshui City today, and even started a tryst secretly. Xiaoqing is really happy for His Highness, maybe this is the so-called fate, right?

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky.

Hearing the sound of the sword clanging, Xiaoqing felt a heavy weight on her left shoulder, and a severe coldness around her neck.

"Heretic cultists, why don't you kill them on the spot!"

Xiaoqing's heart felt cold, and she turned her head stiffly to look behind her. His Highness's familiar face came into view, but the ruthless cold eyes made her feel extremely strange.

Her pupils shrank sharply.

Do not!

She is not His Highness!

"Wait a minute, bro!"

Ling Xiaodong saw Zheng Si'er put the sword near the neck of the woman in Tsing Yi from afar, and hurried forward to stop it.

Another two chapters were blocked, and I didn't bother to change them. The few chapters I saw must exist elsewhere.

This month I feel unwell due to the sequelae of the new crown, so I must update it next month! QQ

Chapter 23 Luring the snake out of its hole

Zheng Si'er looked at Ling Xiaodong who was running, and did not take off the long sword in his hand, but still placed it around Xiaoqing's neck.

"What's wrong with Brother Ling? Isn't this kind of cultist not everyone who gets it and punishes him?"

Ling Xiaodong knew that Zheng Sier's family had died under Luo Jiao's knife, and she had told herself about this before, so Ling Xiaodong could understand Zheng Sier's angry mood at this time.

But I had personally seen the saint of the Luo religion at that time and had communicated with her.

Mu Qinghe's image of herself is not only pure and kind, but her words and deeds are also full of sympathy and pity for the common people in the world, as well as hatred and disgust for the old laws.

He just met her by chance, so Mu Qinghe didn't need to lie to him.

Ling Xiaodong felt that there might be some misunderstanding.

How could such a cruel Luojiao have such a compassionate saint?

Did Mu Qinghe come out of the mud without being stained, or is the rumor about Luo Jiao in the world not true?

No matter what happened, the girl in front of her was just a maid.

She has neither self-cultivation nor martial arts, even if she really went astray, she has never done anything harmful to nature, so she is not guilty enough to die.

But judging by Zheng Si'er's current appearance, he probably won't let that girl go easily.

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to use a delaying strategy to save the girl's life, and then communicate with her properly.

"If Brother Que kills her, wouldn't that be scaring the snakes? She is just a little maid, and the saintess of the Luo Sect is still in the city!"

After listening to Ling Xiaodong's words, the murderous intent in Zheng Sirer's eyes diminished slightly.

She looked at Xiao Qing in front of her and nodded slightly.

This is true.

I'm still being reckless, it's still useful to keep the followers of this cult, at least I have to ask for the key information, the more important thing is to catch the saint.

And at this moment, Xiaoqing, who was wearing a sword, didn't mean to intercede for herself at all.

She stared at Zheng Si'er's face in disbelief.

"who are you?"

At this moment, there were a few bang bang bang bang bang bang sounds, and a hole was torn open in the crowd that had been watching the fun in a circle.

"War fighting is prohibited in the city! Quickly put down your weapons and capture them without a fight!"

I don't know who called the officers and soldiers over, but five or six armored soldiers surrounded Zheng Sier and Xiaoqing who were in the crowd with red-tasseled spears.

The spearheads were sharp and cold, and they all aimed at Zheng Si'er, who was holding a long sword and seemed about to commit murder.

Zheng Si'er took out the shining golden Wang Ling from her waist.

With a sword in one hand and a command in the other, she shouted heroically to the surrounding officers and soldiers:

"I am the son of the Northern Prince, seeing this Wang Ling is like the King of Zhenbei coming in person! I want to see your county magistrate!"

The officers and soldiers surrounding Zheng Si'er were all stunned.

They didn't know the authenticity of the so-called Wang Ling, but Zheng Si'er's demeanor didn't look like a fake.

What's more, people even name people to see the county magistrate. You must know that pretending to be a relative of the emperor is a serious crime of beheading!

"I would like to pay my respects to the King of Zhenbei!"

The leading soldier put down his weapon first, and knelt down to the token in Zheng Si'er's hand, and the rest of the soldiers followed suit.

Zheng Sirer no longer paid attention to the kneeling officers and soldiers, but turned her attention to Xiao Qing.

"How does your lady usually treat you?"

Xiaoqing pursed her lips tightly and looked at Zheng Sirer angrily without saying a word.

"A cult is indeed a cult. They really have a way of tricking people into joining them. Even ordinary maids are so loyal?" Zheng Si'er was not annoyed, but continued.

"Your family is controlled by that saint, so you don't want to say anything?"

It seems that she has a bad impression of Luo Jiao.

"You are not allowed to say that, Your Highness!"

Xiaoqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, she ignored the sharpness around her neck, and stuck her neck to refute Zheng Si'er's words.

"Alright Brother Que, we'll be interrogating this cult member later."

Ling Xiaodong stepped forward, put one finger under the long sword, and moved the blade away from Xiaoqing's neck.

With Ling Xiaodong's rescue, Xiaoqing didn't show any gratitude at all, she just stared straight at Ling Xiaodong's face, and after a while, she suddenly said something.

"Taoist Master Ling, His Highness will be very sad."

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, then pretended he didn't hear it at all.

He asked the kneeling officers and soldiers around him to stand up and said calmly:

"Let's go."

Zheng Sirer frowned slightly as she looked at Xiaoqing who was without any restraints.

"Don't you need to tie it up?"

"With you and me here, she can't run away. Don't you want to see the county magistrate? Go now."

Xiaoqing knew that she couldn't escape, and she didn't resist trying to escape, but followed them all the way to the government office silently.

The biggest officials in Heshui City are not independent city lords like the Western Regions, but county magistrates under the control of the capital, which shows that they have left the boundaries of the Western Regions.

The county magistrate, surnamed Liu, was a middle-aged man with a big belly.