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

Yue Yingying ruthlessly rejected his guess, then covered her mouth and yawned, with some tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes.

Fishing is really a drowsy thing, especially when no fish has been hooked for a long time, and the more boring thing than fishing is to enlighten one's stupid disciples.

Ling Xiaodong looked at his fist and frowned for a while, then hesitated and said:

"Does that mean...you are asking me to carefully consider whether to pick it up? Don't put it down easily after picking it up?"

Yue Yingying pursed her lips speechlessly, her long eyes rolled upwards.

She clenched her fist with her left hand, and squeezed her long and slender fingers very tightly, without leaving any gaps, she punched Ling Xiaodong directly on the head.

"Ouch!"

Ling Xiaodong cried out in pain and said doubtfully:

"Master, why did you beat me? We are Taoists and not monks, so we just say no, why do we have to fight?"

"How can you get better without beating?"

Yue Yingying blew her fist and said matter-of-factly.

"What I mean is, what's the use of having this fist? There's no such thing as bullshit that you can't love. If you like it, agree to it. If you want to stop it, hit it back. As long as your fist is big enough, if Luo Jiao wants to stop it, hit Luo Jiao. When the prince's mansion comes, he will beat the prince's mansion, and no one in the world will dare to say no!"

She waved her fists in the air, looking very proud.

Ling Xiaodong spread his hands and said helplessly:

"Master, you are too barbaric. Things can't be that simple. Am I not taking your position into consideration?"

Yue Yingying put away her fists and snorted coldly at him.

"That's why I said that you are so stupid, you are simply an idiot. What do you think is the position of being a teacher? Just because of a letter from my ass daddy, I must help the palace?"

Ling Xiaodong was puzzled and said:

"Then where do you stand, master?"

"Oh, so stupid!"

Yue Yingying became a little impatient, she frowned and stretched out her hand to pull Ling Xiaodong's ear.

"Your position is my position, understand? I am your master, and I will stand opposite you?"

She tugged at Ling Xiaodong's ears, hating Tie Bucheng and said:

"How many times have I said that I went to the northern border as a teacher just to find clues to my mother, who would spend so much effort to help the prince of Lao Shizi to fight for the world? Why don't I let you be the emperor if I really have the time?"

Seeing Ling Xiaodong grinning as he was being pulled by her, she let go of her thin fingers and let him go for the time being.

"Don't talk about this kind of nonsense in the future. If you want to say that because you like that holy woman, you can ask me to turn around and help Naluojiao together. If you like that Zheng Si'er, ask me to help the palace together, that's okay."

Yueyingying paused, looking at Ling Xiaodong's appearance in front of her, she felt that there seemed to be another possibility.

So she continued:

"Even if you are greedy and want both, then we will subdue both sides together. The practice of Taoism and martial arts is so hard, isn't it just to seek a great freedom and joy?"

The words stopped here, Yue Yingying suddenly reached out and touched Ling Xiaodong's head, her tone gradually softened.

"No matter what you choose in the end, I will stand with you as a teacher. Do you understand? You idiot!"

Ling Xiaodong stared deeply at Yue Yingying in front of him, feeling that his heart was full of emotions, and his words were stuck in his throat, and he could only say two words after a long silence.

"master......"

He wanted to ask again.

What if I were a little more greedy and even wanted the master?

But after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't say this treasonous thing.

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Yue Yingying sensed the weird atmosphere at this time, and that delicate fairy dimple couldn't help but blush slightly.

She waved her hand like chasing flies.

"Go away if you have nothing to do, don't bother fishing for the teacher!"

Under Yue Yingying's supervision, Ling Xiaodong was driven out of the forest and returned to the camp. His original confusion was swept away, and he only felt that the spiritual platform was quiet and his Taoist mind was clear.

He looked down at his palm, then slowly made a fist with his fingers.

What the master said is correct, the purpose of practicing Taoism and martial arts is not to be unrestrained, just to have fun, it is because I have fallen into a dead end before.

It was ridiculous to think that she would actually think that her master was helping the prince in the north. She didn't expect that this was what she thought in her heart. She deserved to be called an idiot, which was not unjust.

When Ling Xiaodong thought of Yue Yingying's words just now, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

He walked forward with his hands behind his back, and his steps became much lighter.

Just happened to see Zheng Si'er walking towards her house.

"Brother Bird!"

He waved at Zheng Si'er.

"Ah? Ling...Brother Ling? Yes...what's the matter?"

Zheng Si'er trembled all over, turned her head to look at Ling Xiaodong who was gradually approaching, she didn't know what she was thinking, her face quickly turned red, her eyes were erratic.

Ling Xiaodong patted her on the shoulder and said in a relaxed tone:

"It's okay, just let Brother Que prepare. Miss Mu asked me to use her body to solve the problem of body swapping."

"Oh......"

Zheng Sirer nodded in understanding, then her eyes widened in horror and she looked up at Ling Xiaodong.

"Huh?! Has it been decided?"

"Yes, brother Que, don't panic. I'll make you faint when the time comes. Just pretend you slept and you won't feel anything."

Ling Xiaodong thought she was worried about this problem, so he explained it kindly.

"No no no no... no!"

Zheng Si'er grabbed Ling Xiaodong's sleeve, her black and white eyes were full of doubts.

"Why choose her? Why not choose me?"

"Ah? Brother Que, isn't it my sworn brother? Is that okay?"

"Oh...yes..."

Zheng Si'er murmured in a low voice.

For some reason, there was a sense of defeat.

"Then...then I'll take a shower..."

after sunset.

Ling Xiaodong stamped out the embers of the bonfire, and Ling'er had already taken the used tableware for cleaning.

He turned his head to look at Mu Qinghe and Zheng Sier.

Mu Qinghe looked indifferently, and looked at Ling Xiaodong quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

On the other hand, Zheng Si'er was shy and embarrassed, her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders like seaweed, her toes kept kicking the ground, and her pointed shoes made a hole in the mud.

Ling Xiaodong took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:

"Are you ready?"

Chapter 67 Success

Zheng Sier whispered shyly:

"Ready...ready..."

Ling Xiaodong looked at Mu Qinghe, who nodded slightly, walked quietly behind Zheng Sier, and raised his hand with a sword.

Zheng Si'er rolled her eyes, and her body was about to fall to one side.

Mu Qinghe supported her delicate body in time, held up her back with one hand and her legs with the other, picked her body up around the waist, and walked slowly to Ling Xiaodong.

She pursed her thin lips lightly, with a calm expression, and gave a slight blessing to Ling Xiaodong.

"There is Daoist Lao Ling."

Seeing her indifferent appearance, Ling Xiaodong opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something to her, but after hesitating for a long time, he still closed his mouth.

He took Zheng Si'er, who had fallen into a coma, from Mu Qinghe's hand, and hummed in a low voice.

Without saying much, he walked into his room with Mu Qinghe's body in his arms.

Mu Qinghe stood quietly, watching the wooden board of the door being covered up. Grandma Mo behind her walked to her side and said hesitantly:

"Your Highness, this method is just an inference made by the old man through the classics. Whether it will work or not is still unknown."

Mu Qinghe sat cross-legged on the same spot, looked up at the bright moon above the nine sky, and the leaves rustled in her ears.

She said in a low voice:

"It's okay, even if it's useless, I'm not at a loss."

Mu Qinghe turned to look at Grandma Mo and smiled sadly.

"Grandma should also know that this time I brought Hei Wuchang's head back to the main altar, and I'm afraid there will be no chance to come out again."

Grandma Mo didn't speak.

She stared at the face of the saint for a long time, and let out a long sigh.

inside the house.

Ling Xiaodong carefully laid Mu Qinghe's body flat on the bearskin blanket on the ground.

He didn't make a move, but sat beside her, carefully sizing up the appearance of the saintess of Luojiao.

The saint's eyes were lightly closed, her hands folded on her lower abdomen, as if she had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

She was born extremely beautiful, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her face was like a lotus flower, her delicate dimples were beautiful, her nose was high, her lips were thin, and there was no trace of blemish, and her black hair like a waterfall was spread casually.

Ling Xiaodong pushed back the hair from Mu Qinghe's ears.

Looking at this face that is exactly the same as Brother Que, it is inevitable that a little weird feeling will arise in my heart.

Especially when he thought about what would happen later, the strange feeling became stronger and stronger, he quickly shook his head, not to let himself continue to think about it.

Ling Xiaodong closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

"excuse me."

He pulled the belt around the waist of the white gauze skirt, and with a little force, the skirt belt fell apart, and the robe was divided into two parts.

I don't know if it's because of Zheng Si'er's thoughtfulness that she is naked under the gauze skirt, which saves trouble later on.

...... (deleted)

"pain!"

Ling Xiaodong put his hands on both sides of Mu Qinghe's body, but just at the beginning, Mu Qinghe under him suddenly frowned and groaned in pain.

He froze in place for an instant, watching her open her eyes helplessly.

The two looked at each other with big eyes, and the scene was extremely awkward.

Ling Xiaodong never expected that Zheng Si'er would wake up halfway!

The eyes of the woman under him were dazed for a while, and after looking around in the dark surroundings, her expression gradually became clearer.

"Brother Bird..."

"Daoist Ling?"

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback, Mu Qinghe was the only one who would call him that.

This means that......

"Is it useful? Has it been exchanged?"

Mu Qinghe stretched out a white and tender soft barn, and gently stroked Ling Xiaodong's face, those pair of watery autumn pupils were full of joy.

"Well, it's back..."