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

"Naturally, it's because I concealed my identity from you. Were you surprised to see that the saint of Naluo sect was me in the government office?"

Ling Xiaodong thought it was a big deal, so this is it?

He bent down again, picked up some stream water, and washed the belly of the deer carcass,

"No, I already knew that you were a saintess of Luojiao."

"How did you know?" Mu Qinghe asked in surprise.

"Wu Yazi told me that he gave me a portrait at that time, saying it was a portrait of a saint, and I knew your identity right away."

"Speaking of which, I misunderstood you once."

"Misunderstand me?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded, and after cleaning, he took the sword and began to dismember the deer.

While cutting the deer legs, he told Mu Qinghe about Pengcheng's experience.

"This Wuyazi is so disgusting! The people in the capital love to spread false rumors everywhere, deliberately smearing our Holy Religion!"

The more Mu Qinghe listened, the more angry she became, and she raised her hand and patted the stone she was sitting on.

After saying that, she looked at Ling Xiaodong sadly and said sadly:

"Daozhang Ling actually believed it. Could it be that in your heart, I am a bad person who will use poisonous tricks to harm your uncle?"

Ling Xiaodong lowered his head in embarrassment and did not look at her, his gaze was evasive.

"Of course not! It's mainly my fault."

"The main reason is that when I first entered the city, I heard all the bad rumors about Luojiao, and I had some preconceived prejudices. Later, I was eager to save people, and I was shocked because I knew the truth about your identity."

"At that time, I wanted to ask you for clarification, but when I found your hiding place, it was already empty. When I thought of my uncle's life in danger, I was filled with grief and indignation."

After Mu Qinghe quietly listened to Ling Xiaodong's explanation, she suddenly remembered the reason why she and Luo Duozhu left early.

At that time, a piece of jade pendant I was wearing gave a strong warning, symbolizing that an unimaginable bloody disaster was coming towards me. In desperation, everyone didn't even have time to pack their things, and they just fled away from the place where the dragon veins were.

Later, I also wondered, in that little Western Wilderness, what could threaten me so much?

Could it be that Daoist Ling who came here full of anger was the one who gave the early warning?

Thinking that a peerless master as strong as Hei Wuchang would not have the ability to survive a move under Ling Daochang's hands, if he and others didn't leave...

Mu Qinghe didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Actually, I came to see Master Ling for one more thing, that is... it's a bit difficult to speak..."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

Mu Qinghe hesitated for a moment, thinking that the invitation should not be too straightforward, and it would be better to take a detour.

"What does Daoist Ling think of me, Luo Jiao?"

Ling Xiaodong pondered for a moment, looked into Mu Qinghe's eyes, and said seriously:

"Heinous, countless murders, the chief culprit of all disasters in Central Continent, full of heart-eating devils."

"how come!"

Mu Qinghe's eyes widened and she looked at Ling Xiaodong in disbelief. Just as she was about to defend herself, she was interrupted by Ling Xiaodong again.

He went on to say:

"If I only listen to rumors, then Luojiao is this image in my mind. I didn't realize how ridiculous these rumors are until I met you."

Mu Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, her cherry lips twitched slightly, and said softly, "Daoist Ling..."

"I haven't seen the others, so I don't know, but I know that the saintesses of Luojiao are willing to help lost children find their parents, and they will personally give food and relief to refugees, and even go deep into danger to hunt down murderers."

"She is sympathetic to the poor and resentful towards the innocent. With such a merciful saint, I don't think this Luo religion can be so bad. It must be a good religion that will not embarrass the people."

Mu Qinghe only felt that the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

The grievances of being misunderstood and slandered by the world even if they do good deeds on weekdays are gone at this moment.

"Ling Daochang, you...you are too much!"

She turned around to prevent Ling Xiaodong from seeing her reddened eyes, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I obviously plan to put my thoughts away and stop having any emotions, but I am seduced by the few words of the person in front of me. Isn't this harming others?

This is not too much!

Chapter 54 bellyband

"I won't chat with you anymore, Daoist Ling is really harmful!"

Mu Qinghe jumped off the rock at once, turned her head and returned to the original road, not giving Ling Xiaodong a chance to shake her Dao heart.

"Hey! Don't go!"

Ling Xiaodong extended one arm forward, hovering in mid-air.

But seeing Mu Qinghe's back getting farther and farther away, he thought that he had said something wrong that made others unhappy.

In the end, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly, lower his head and continue processing the venison cut into pieces.

Mu Qinghe covered her face and ran for dozens of steps in the forest until Ling Xiaodong couldn't see her, then gradually slowed down and stopped.

The girl's dimples were slightly red, and she whispered to herself:

"It's a good thing Xiaoqing isn't here, otherwise I'll let that damn girl gossip again."

She lowered her head and folded her slender hands, pressing her palms on her chest, holding her heart with her eyes closed.

Zheng Si'er's body is flat and chesty, and it is easier to feel the pounding heart underneath, so Mu Qinghe has to face this reality.

Originally thought that after such a long time of preparation, he would be able to face Ling Xiaodong calmly and with ease, but he didn't expect to be ruined by just a few words.

She fled angrily just now, and she was also a little annoyed because of her disappointment.

"It's broken! Forgot about business!"

After Mu Qinghe waited for her heartbeat to stabilize, she remembered that she was so excited just now that she ignored Grandma Mo's orders and didn't do anything serious!

She also wanted to ask Ming Ling Xiaodong about his attitude towards Luo Jiao before inviting him to join.

But nowadays...

Mu Qinghe turned her head to look at the dense and verdant green forest behind her, her cheeks were hot, and she refused to take another step in Ling Xiaodong's direction.

no!How can you give up halfway!

If I didn't dare to go, wouldn't that just mean that my mind was impure and that there were ghosts in my heart?

She took two deep breaths, nodded vigorously, clenched her hands into fists, pumped herself enough, then turned around and walked back.

After Ling Xiaodong cut the venison into small pieces suitable for cooking, he found several large leaves to wrap, and finally tied them with thin vines.

Just when he was about to go back with his things, a foreign object slowly floated from the upper stream of the creek.

Ling Xiaodong frowned and looked, bent down and reached out to fish in the stream, and it turned out to be a thin moon-white piece of cloth.

There is a tether on the left and right sides of the cloth, on which a red and white corresponding summer lotus is stabbed. Although it has been completely soaked by the river water, it is still silky and smooth in the hand.

Ling Xiaodong was not unfamiliar with this thing, he could tell what it was at a glance.

"Isn't this a bellyband? Where did it come from?"

He looked upriver suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that Zheng Si'er seemed to have gone somewhere to do laundry.

Ling Xiaodong took a closer look at the apron in his hand, and saw that this style was very similar to that worn by Mu Qinghe. In all likelihood, Brother Que was bathing upstream and accidentally let the apron flow downstream.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that the girl was still taking a bath, so it must be bad for him to rush over.

Ling Xiaodong decided to put away the bellyband first, and return it to Brother Que later.

He unscrewed the stream water from his bellyband, unfolded his bellyband again to expose himself to the sun, and thought of another possibility.

I remember Brother Que told herself that there seemed to be a village in this place. She didn't say clearly which river it was near. Maybe the bellyband was left behind when the woman was washing clothes?

Ling Xiaodong was not sure for a while.

Does this bellyband belong to Brother Que, or is it the property of a certain woman whom he has never met.

But this is quite certain.

Because Brother Que and Mu Qinghe both have a clear body fragrance similar to lotus flowers, even if they are soaked in water, they can tell the difference with Ling Xiaodong's extraordinary sense of smell.

He held the apron close to his nose, sniffed it lightly, and frowned.

The smell on it seems to be there, not very obvious.

Ling Xiaodong directly covered his face with the bellyband, slightly widened his nose, and inhaled hard.

A familiar and elegant fragrance came to the nostrils, this is indeed Brother Que's stuff.

He secretly cursed in his heart:

Brother Que is so careless, he can throw away one piece of clothes every time he washes it, but luckily he picked it up.

Just when Ling Xiaodong was about to take off the bellyband covering his face, the slightly trembling, unbelievable voice of the woman came from in front of him.

"Daoist Ling, you... what are you doing?"

Shocked, Ling Xiaodong quickly tore off the bellyband from his face, and looked not far in front of him.

Seeing Mu Qinghe go and come back, her pair of autumn water scissors were rounded by her stare, her eyes were full of horror and bewilderment.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the apron in his hand, then at Mu Qinghe in front of him, and his heart felt cold.

It's over!

Smell that other people's bellybands were caught by the righteous master!

His eyes wandered, he hesitated and explained: "I... I sweated a little from work, I just washed my face..."

Mu Qinghe's eyes never left the piece of cloth in Ling Xiaodong's hand. She pointed to the moon-white bellyband with obvious lotus embroidery, and said hesitantly:

"It looks like...my bellyband..."

Ling Xiaodong's face was ashen.

I didn't expect to be recognized!

"Ah? This... This is Miss Mu's thing? I...then I'll give it back to you?"

He handed the bellyband in his hand to Mu Qinghe, but she didn't take it, but looked at Ling Xiaodong with a complicated expression.

The two were silent for a long time in an awkward atmosphere, before Mu Qinghe hesitated and said:

"If Taoist Ling likes it, I can give it to you..."

"I do not like!"

Ling Xiaodong wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only yell, trying his best to change his image back.

"Eh? Don't like it...does that...hate me?"

Mu Qinghe was actually a little disappointed.

"It's not that I don't like it... No! It's not that I like it either! Miss Mu, listen to my explanation!"

Ling Xiaodong just felt that he couldn't argue with his words, and just when his fame in the first life was about to be ruined, a series of sounds of treading water suddenly came from upstream.

The two turned their heads together, and saw Zheng Si'er stepping on the water with her bare white feet, running fast.

　 "Huh? Brother Ling? And Mu Yaonv?"

She stopped walking forward, glanced back and forth between the two in doubt, and then fixed her gaze on Ling Xiaodong's hand.

"Ah! So it's here!"

Zheng Si'er yelled in surprise, and took the bellyband from Ling Xiaodong's hand.

"I said why it disappeared after washing, it turned out to be floating here!"

At this time, Zheng Sirer's black hair was spread over her shoulders, and the white gauze skirt on her body was generally wet. She had a belt tied randomly around her waist, and her plump chest revealed a large area of ​​dazzling white.

A section of tender white calf protruded from the bottom of the group and submerged into the clear stream.

Zheng Si'er noticed the gazes from the two, frowned and said in puzzlement: