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

"Is that so? Brother Que really has a heart."

Ling Xiaodong couldn't help feeling a warm feeling in his heart, and felt flattered.

Unexpectedly, Brother Que is usually so carefree and has such a careful side.

He relaxed his body and allowed the small hands on his shoulders to massage. Zheng Sier said while pressing:

"Brother Ling, you have been lying to me for a long time."

Ling Xiaodong said in astonishment: "Lied to you? What did I lie to you?"

Zheng Si'er pouted with some dissatisfaction, and replied:

"Of course you lied to me about you being a monk. I thought it was all over at the time, but I didn't expect Brother Ling to be so powerful. Hei Wuchang is nothing in your eyes."

"But I am indeed a cultivator in the Liuhe Realm. When did I say that I don't know martial arts?"

Zheng Si'er was taken aback for a moment, and the movement of pinching her shoulders with her hands stopped.

She thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the case.

In the world, most of the dual cultivators of martial arts and Taoism do not have one of the two. Who knew that Ling Xiaodong had such a high level of attainment in the realm of Taoism, and as a result, his realm in martial arts was even more extreme.

"I don't care, brother Ling just lied to me!"

Ling Xiaodong didn't expect Zheng Si'er to be unexpectedly coquettish, and he didn't know if it was because he had been with his master for a long time, so he had some imagination.

"Okay, okay, Brother Que said yes, that's it."

Ling Xiaodong closed his eyes and enjoyed Zheng Sier's service, not wanting to argue with Brother Que.

Zheng Sier chuckled and said:

"Since you lied to me once, you can't lie to me again."

"Okay, no problem."

Ling Xiaodong agreed decisively.

"Then let me ask you, do you think you like the demon girl more, or me?"

"what?"

Ling Xiaodong turned back in horror, looked back at Zheng Sier, puzzled and said:

"Brother Que's liking means..."

Zheng Si'er blushed, she suddenly realized that her question was somewhat ambiguous, and quickly added:

"Not the kind of liking between men and women! I mean, who are you closer to!"

She shook her head violently again, and said anxiously:

"No! It's not close! I... Let me put it another way, if I fight with her, who are you helping!"

Ling Xiaodong smiled helplessly and said:

"Why did Brother Que think of asking this?"

"Oh, don't change the subject! Just say you can help someone!"

For some reason, Zheng Si'er has a great sense of competition and crisis towards Mu Qinghe who looks exactly like her.

"Of course I'm helping Brother Bird."

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

"Really, who said Brother Que is my sworn brother?"

"Oh! What a good brother of mine! I like you the most."

Zheng Si'er was so happy that she cupped Ling Xiaodong's side face and kissed him heavily on the cheek with a loud voice.

Chapter 57 Business and Private Affairs

Ling Xiaodong was a little bewildered by the kiss.

I just felt something wet and soft on my cheeks, but Zheng Si'er, who was a relative, felt ashamed first, and quickly added:

"It's the kind of brother's liking!"

Ling Xiaodong was amused by the girl's desire to cover up.

He touched the place where he was kissed, and replied with a smile:

"I didn't say no, did I?"

"Hmph! Bad brother! I'm leaving!"

In the darkness where it was difficult to see, Zheng Si'er's pretty face was flushed, she bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, her complexion was about to bleed.

She patted Ling Xiaodong's back angrily, stood up and wanted to run away.

Just as Zheng Si'er walked to the door, there was another knocking sound outside the door.

"Taoist Master Ling, have you rested?"

The voice is clear and clear, and the timbre is exactly the same as that of Zheng Si'er.

The person outside the door was none other than Mu Qinghe.

Zheng Si'er, who was still laughing and beating and scolding in the room just now, froze in place for an instant. She turned her head to look in Ling Xiaodong's direction, winking at him for a while.

Unfortunately, it was very dark in the lightless room. Ling Xiaodong did not see the expression on her face and replied to the door:

"I haven't rested yet, is Miss Mu okay?"

Zheng Si'er stomped her feet fiercely, ran to Ling Xiaodong's side and said in a low voice:

"You stupid brother, you said you've already rested!"

Ling Xiaodong asked in astonishment, "Why?"

"Oh! Forget it! I will explain to you later, lift the quilt and let me hide!"

"Hey! Brother Que, wait a minute!"

Regardless of Ling Xiaodong's objection, Zheng Si'er lowered her head and got into his bedding.

At this time, Mu Qinghe's voice came from outside the door again:

"Then I'm in."

The covered door panel was moved away, and Mu Qinghe timidly stood at the door, holding on to the door frame.

Her hair was loose and wet on her shoulders. It was obvious that she had just finished bathing. The saintess was facing the red light of the setting sun, and her dyed cheeks were also a little red.

Ling Xiaodong remained calm on the surface, but his legs were crossed up, making more room for Zheng Si'er who was hidden under the quilt.

"When did Miss Mu find me?"

Mu Qing lowered her head and pursed her red lips. Instead of answering, she turned around and closed the door behind her again.

The room once again returned to its original state of invisible objects.

Not seeing Ling Xiaodong in the room, Mu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, not as nervous as before.

"I have something to say to Daoist Ling, but I was always interrupted before, so I couldn't say it."

After all, Grandma Mo hadn't finished her orders. Zheng Si'er was also present when she and Ling Xiaodong were building the house, so it was inconvenient to talk.

So she deliberately chose a time when everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and came to find Ling Xiaodong who was alone.

Ling Xiaodong's face stiffened when he heard this, and he said awkwardly:

"Miss Mu, don't get me wrong, I'm really not interested in your bellyband."

He still had lingering fears about the previous incident, but he only heard Mu Qinghe chuckle and said softly:

"Who wants to tell you this?"

"That's not it? That's good."

The originally serious atmosphere in the room became more relaxed, Mu Qinghe groped forward a few steps, and knelt down opposite Ling Xiaodong seriously.

She coughed twice and straightened her expression.

"Daoist Ling, when I asked you what you think of Luo Jiao, you probably had a good impression of us, right?"　

Seeing that Mu Qinghe was so serious, Ling Xiaodong also sat up straight.

"Yes, that's right."

Mu Qinghe smiled with satisfaction, and continued:

"Our Holy Cult has always aimed to save the suffering and save the people from suffering and suffering. Presumably Daoist Ling agrees with it?"

"Since it's a good deed, I naturally agree."

Ling Xiaodong nodded.

He knew that Mu Qinghe must have another purpose in telling himself these things at this time, rather than simply seeking approval with himself.

"The good deeds we Luojiao want to do don't end here, but the continent alone is not our ultimate goal."

Mu Qinghe's tone gradually became higher, and her words were filled with the power of faith.

"The leader once made a great wish in front of the old mother to recreate a vacuum hometown in this world, a kingdom of gods on earth, and save all living beings in the world so that they will not suffer any more. Now the king of Zhou is fatuous, and the virtuous people in the world live here!"

Even in the dark, Ling Xiaodong could still see Mu Qinghe's piercing eyes and the blazing flames in them.

She stretched out her right hand towards Ling Xiaodong with a sonorous and forceful tone.

"Daoist Ling, if you want to realize this wish, you need as many helpers as possible. As long as you are willing to join Luojiao, then Grandma Mo is also willing to step back as the guardian of the right and give you the position of guardian of the left!"

Although the left and right protectors are already below the leader, the same position as the saint.

But Dazhou regards the left as the most respected, and the left protector has to overwhelm the right protector. Even the saint Mu Qinghe has to listen to Grandma Mo.

Luojiao dominates one side, willing to give such a lofty status, it is not unattractive.

After Mu Qinghe's voice fell, the room fell into a long silence.

She still stretched out her right hand, waiting for Ling Xiaodong's response.

Ling Xiaodong bowed his head and said nothing, Zheng Si'er under the quilt tightly grasped Ling Xiaodong's thigh, afraid that he would nod his head in agreement.

After all, it was Daoist Mingyue who her father asked her to look for, and she herself didn't know whether her father could offer more sincere terms to recruit Ling Xiaodong than Mu Qinghe after she brought Ling Xiaodong back to the palace.

The room was eerily quiet.

There was a thumping sound in Mu Qinghe's chest, her nervous heart was about to jump out of her chest, and her left hand on her skirt was about to clench the fabric to pieces.

After a long time, Ling Xiaodong slowly raised his head.

He smiled slightly at Mu Qinghe, and said:

"Luo Jiao is willing to let me, an unknown junior, take such an important position, so sincere, no one will not be tempted."

Mu Qinghe happily said:

"Then Daoist Ling agreed?"

Zheng Sier, who was hit, secretly gritted her teeth and wished she could immediately overturn the quilt and jump out from inside to stop him.

But she knew that even if she did this, it would not help the matter, the key was Ling Xiaodong's own thoughts, if he wanted to go, then no one could stop him.

Ling Xiaodong changed the subject, shook his head and said:

"It's a pity that I have promised Brother Que to go to the northern border with her. I, Ling, dare not call myself a gentleman, but I can still keep my word. I can only appreciate Miss Mu's kindness."

Mu Qinghe hung down her right hand and head in despair, and said in a sour tone:

"Is that so..."

Some people are frustrated, and naturally some people are proud.

Zheng Si'er hid under the quilt and almost laughed out loud, holding Ling Xiaodong's face in her arms and kissing her fiercely.

She raised her tender little hand to touch and rub the place where she pinched Ling Xiaodong's thigh just now, for fear that she pinched her precious brother before.

Mu Qinghe didn't feel lost for a long time, raised her head again, and looked at Ling Xiaodong opposite with a smile.