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

As the flower buds bloomed, Ling Xiaodong did not receive any attack, but the sword fingers in his hand slowly loosened.

At this moment, there is only a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

Yes!

The root cause of all troubles in the world is that the world does not love each other. If everyone loves each other, then there will still be officials bullying the people, and the superiors humiliating the inferiors!

Everyone should be a family and should love each other. Since we are a family, why should I stop it?

The same smile as that of the old woman appeared on his face, and he quietly watched them gradually walk towards the door.

"who are you!"

A loud shout briefly pulled Ling Xiaodong back from his enlightenment.

Seeing that Ling Xiaodong hadn't come back for a long time, Zheng Si'er went out to look for her out of worry.

Unexpectedly, he just happened to see him standing there stupidly as if possessed by a demon, and Xiaoqing was about to lead him out of the door with two suspicious identities.

Only two chants were heard, and the knife and sword were unsheathed at the same time.

She held a knife in her left hand and a sword in her right hand, the blade in her hand was shining coldly, and the next moment, she rushed towards the three of them.

Although aggressive and seemingly unstoppable, when Zheng Si'er stepped into the phantom of the white lotus, her eyes froze for an instant, and her movements slowed down until she stopped.

She felt the same enlightenment as Ling Xiaodong, and fell into the embrace of everyone's love.

With two bangs, the weapon in his hand slipped to the ground, and Zheng Sier also had a kind smile on his face, which was exactly the same as the expressions on the faces of all the guards in the government office.

Ling Xiaodong saw all this in his eyes and knew something was wrong.

He and Brother Que were influenced by the white lotus. He looked at the stamen in the center of the white lotus, and saw the same symbols as the four layers of gold characters surrounding his Yin-Yang diagram.

It’s just that there are five layers of gold characters surrounding the stamens. The outermost circle is Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang, which are symbols of the seven-star realm!

Ling Xiaodong instantly understood what was happening at this moment.

This white-haired old woman turned out to be an expert of the seven-star realm, a realm higher than herself, the same as Li Pengjiao at that time.

Although there is only one difference, this is the difference between the middle three realms and the upper three realms. The gap is like being separated by mountains and seas, one is sky and the other is earth.

And this white lotus is actually the unique domain of the upper three realms, and it is the manifestation of her principles.

I am controlled by the domain of others!

Although the way of the old woman was not aggressive at all, I could only watch the three of them go further and further away. At this time, Yue Yingying, the only one who could stop them, just went out for dinner!

Ling Xiaodong wanted to control his body to move, but he couldn't.

Mu Qinghe took the lead and walked to the door of the government office. Before reaching out to push the door, she turned her head and took a deep look at Ling Xiaodong, then turned back decisively.

Just when she raised her hand, a sudden change occurred!

The sky, which was originally full of red clouds, quickly darkened, and turned into night in just one breath. Mu Qinghe pushed open the vermilion gate of the mansion, and there was an incomparably deep darkness outside the gate.

There were no stars in the pitch-black night sky, only a full moon that spanned eternity, hanging in the sky with a glowing light.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the bright moon, and they looked up at the sky.

The bright moon descended slowly and landed on the ground, turning into a pure and indifferent fairy in white.

She is the master of this world, more mysterious than the night, brighter than the moon, the holy of the holy, the sublime of the sublime.

The bit of holiness that Mu Qinghe possesses as a saint is just the light of a firefly in front of the Eternal Moon.

The shackles on Ling Xiaodong's body were swept away when the bright moon rose, but he still froze in place.

The fairy turned around slowly, looked back at Ling Xiaodong with her cold long eyes, and a little sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Isn't it okay without being a teacher?"

Chapter 29 Rivalry

Mu Qinghe stared blankly at Yue Yingying who fell from the sky and turned into a fairy from the moon. She didn't know what happened for a while.

"Grandma Mo, what's going on?"

She asked the old woman beside her.

Now the entire government office was swallowed up by darkness, and there was endless darkness outside the gate, which made her dare not act rashly.

Xiaoqing followed Mu Qinghe, clutching her clothes tightly in fear.

As the left protector of Luo Jiao, Grandma Mo is under one person and above ten thousand people in Luo Jiao, so she naturally knows what happened.

This young looking woman in front of her eyes is far above her cultivation level!

This quiet night, like my own lotus, is the manifestation of the realm of Taoism, and I and others are trapped in this small world.

Her face became a little dignified.

"This woman's cultivation level is even higher than mine. It's a bit tricky. If it doesn't work, you can use the jade pendant given to you by the leader to break through the boundaries."

Mu Qinghe glanced at Yue Yingying standing in front of Ling Xiaodong in shock.

She didn't seem to take the three of herself seriously at all, she was crossing her arms and turning her head to say something to Ling Xiaodong.

"Better than you? What realm is that? Isn't it the same as the foster mother?"

Grandma Mo shook her head slightly.

"Gossip, or Jiugong, but don't worry, the leader is even more mysterious. The gap between me and this woman is the same as the gap between her and the leader."

On the other side, Ling Xiaodong was discussing with his master how to deal with the three members of Luo Jiao.

Yue Yingying frowned slightly, looking at her apprentice suspiciously.

"What do you mean, telling me not to hurt anyone, just to trap them?"

She turned to look at Mu Qinghe opposite, whose face was covered by a curtain. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she had a good figure. When she descended from the sky, she saw her looking back at Ling Xiaodong before she opened the door and left.

Yue Yingying frowned, as if she had guessed something.

"No way, that woman is your old friend again?"

Ling Xiaodong scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a sneer, "Eh...it's not that I'm a good friend, it's just an acquaintance. Anyway, master, please be merciful."

Seeing her apprentice's reaction, Yue Yingying still knew it clearly.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone was a little annoyed.

"You are a fox? Why do girls know you everywhere? You are the saint of Luojiao, and you are the son of the Northern Territory!"

Yue Yingying shrugged again, pretending to be indifferent and said:

"You just wait, I will tell my senior sister all this when I arrive in Kunlun, and see how senior sister and Xiaoyan teach you!"

"Are you the Saintess of Luojiao?"

A loud question sounded, and everyone looked at Zheng Si'er who was speaking.

At this time, she had already picked up the knife and sword on the ground, and the long sword in her right hand pointed straight at Mu Qinghe.

Originally, the three people's eyes were attracted by Yue Yingying. As soon as she spoke, the three of them finally paid attention to the girl in black who rushed out earlier.

"This is! This is!"

Grandma Mo's pupils shrank, and she stared fixedly at Zheng Si'er, too horrified to speak.

Xiaoqing tugged on Mu Qinghe's sleeves and whispered:

"This is the man! He looks exactly like you, Miss! I also misidentified someone on the street, and that's why I was caught!"

Mu Qinghe stared at Zheng Si'er, feeling like she was looking in a mirror.

In the world, there are still people who imagine that they look like themselves?

Is it illusion?

　Grandma Mo looked at it for a long time, her lips trembling with excitement. She stretched out a withered finger and pointed tremblingly at Zheng Sirer.

"This is the double lotus! It is the double lotus that the leader said!"

She looked up to the sky and prayed devoutly:

"No birth mother, a vacuum hometown! It's my mother who wants to help me revitalize Luojiao!"

Zheng Si'er still maintained the posture of holding the sword. When she saw the three people on the opposite side whispering for a while, but no one paid attention to her, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Mu Qinghe walked out slowly, she first glanced at Ling Xiaodong, and then turned her attention to Zheng Si'er.

"I am the saint of the holy religion, who are you? How could you be born like me?"

Mu Qinghe slowly raised her hand, turned her head slightly and removed the veil on her face.

Underneath it is almost the same face as Zheng Si'er, with bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful eyes, but Zheng Si'er's temperament is a little more heroic, while Mu Qinghe is as gentle as compassionate.

"Why are these two alike? Twins?"

Yue Yingying looked left and right, and was surprised to find this interesting fact.

Although Zheng Si'er had heard Ling Xiaodong talk about this matter a long time ago, what she saw with her own eyes today still made her slightly taken aback.

"I won't change my name when I'm walking, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. I am the heir of the Northern Territory, and so is Zheng Si'er!"

"The son of the Northern King?!"

Mu Qinghe was surprised by this answer.

Luojiao occupies Central Continent, and has been expanding in three directions, east, west, and south. The only thing that dare not take a step to the north is because of the iron-blooded and ruthless king of the north, so there should be no enmity between the two sides.

But she quickly restrained her mind, and gave Zheng Si'er and Yue Yingying a little blessing.

"We came here only to bring back our maid, without any malice. I wonder if the master can let us go?"

"Don't ask me, you ask him."

Yue Yingying spread her hands, and Ling Xiaodong, who turned her eyes to one side, looked like she had nothing to do with herself and was hanging high.

Mu Qinghe looked at Ling Xiaodong, and sighed deeply, there seemed to be sadness in her eyes, but it was fleeting.

"Daoist Ling, long time no see."

"Long time no see."

Ling Xiaodong nodded slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by this unexpected encounter.

Mu Qinghe didn't continue to exchange pleasantries, but said bluntly:

"Today is not the time to reminisce about the old days. I still have important things to do. Can Daoist Ling ask this fairy teacher to let us go because of our acquaintance in the past?"

Although the jade pendant given to him by his adoptive mother can escape such a predicament, but the treasure is only a one-time tool after all, it is extremely rare, if it is not absolutely necessary, it is better not to use it lightly.

"Really pretend I don't exist?"

Zheng Si'er on the side was ignored again, she jumped directly between Ling Xiaodong and Mu Qinghe angrily, blocking their sight.

"Two, calm down! Calm down!"

Ling Xiaodong quickly pressed Zheng Si'er's shoulders so that she would not rush straight up.

Yue Yingying looked at this scene with great interest, flipped her jade hand over, and unfolded her sleeves, a handful of sunflower seeds appeared in her hand.

Fight!Fight!

I love watching women fight!

While knocking on the melon seeds, she watched her apprentice being caught between the two women, who was not a human being inside and out, and felt very happy, as if she had taken revenge.

Telling you, a traitor, to mess with flowers and grass everywhere, you are in big trouble now!

Chapter 30 Women Fight

"Let you go? It's a beautiful idea! When your cult slaughtered the people of the Central Plains, did you ever think about letting them go?"

Zheng Sirer clenched the hilt of the sword tightly in her hands, with fire brewing in her eyes.

When she was in the orphanage, she was often awakened by nightmares. The fire and cries for help all over the sky, and the blood splashed from the necks of her adoptive parents stained the white lotus on the murderer's clothes. This is a scene she will never forget in this life.

Then, lonely and helpless, she followed the refugee tide all the way north, and was taken in by the orphanage.

Mu Qinghe frowned slightly, puzzled and said: