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

Ye Yiyun sighed slightly, walked straight over, and sat on the edge of the bed.

She hesitated for a while and finally said:

"Yingying, you can't blame Xiaodong for this matter. It's mainly me. It's my senior sister who made a mistake."

Yue Yingying turned her back to her and said in a low voice:

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you? Don't you two love each other, and you are in love with your concubine? It's me, an outsider, who doesn't know good and bad, and spoils your good deeds. Speaking of it, I have to admit my mistake to senior sister."

Ye Yiyun's face turned red as she listened to her junior sister's strange accusations. She still didn't know what to say.

She looked down at the bamboo she was holding in her right hand, biting her teeth secretly.

"Yingying, what do you think this is?"

"dont see!"

Yue Yingying unceremoniously rejected Ye Yiyun's invitation.

"Oh, Yingying! Just take a look!"

Ye Yiyun firmly grabbed Yue Yingying's shoulder, passed her over, and handed the emerald green bamboo ruler to Yue Yingying's eyes.

As soon as Yue Yingying saw the familiar ruler, she sat up on the bed in fright, shrank her neck instinctively, and retreated directly to the corner of the bed.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ye Yiyun holding the ruler in horror, and said in horror:

"You... what do you want!"

This is an ordinary ruler, but it is not ordinary to Yue Yingying.

This can be said to be the shadow that ran through Yueyingying's childhood, and it was also the thing she was most afraid of when she was a child.

Back then in Qingfengmingyueguan, Yue Yingying was not afraid of the sky and the earth, her father kept her in seclusion all year round and ignored her, and her mother was extremely doting, and she was not willing to do anything at all, even if she pierced the sky, she would not say a serious word.

At that time, there was only one person who could cure her, and that was Ye Yiyun, the eldest sister.

Ye Yiyun is usually strict with self-discipline and abides by the precepts. She will never show mercy just because Yue Yingying is the daughter of the head of the sect. As long as she makes a mistake, the light punishment is a spanking, and the severe punishment is a spanking.

Even if my mother saw that she was being punished, at most she would turn around and be reluctant to look at it, but she would not stop the senior sister.

The crisp sound and pain of the ruler slapping the flesh has penetrated into Yue Yingying's memory.

Ye Yiyun looked down at the bamboo ruler in her palm, stroking the ruler's body very gently. Her eyes seemed to be caught in an extremely long memory, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Yingying, do you still remember where this ruler came from?"

Yue Yingying looked at her senior sister warily, fearing that she would be like when she was a child, raising her hand and hitting her until her palm turned red.

"How did it come about? Isn't it just a ruler, you can buy it there."

Ye Yiyun shook her head slightly, raised her head and said with a smile:

"You gave this to me, Yingying, did you forget?"

"I sent it?"

Yue Yingying raised a slender finger and pointed at herself in astonishment.

"Yes, this is your apology."

Ye Yiyun nodded seriously, as if it was true.

Yueyingying looked at the ruler in her hand, her eyes were full of confusion.

Did you owe it this much when you were a child?Give someone a ruler and ask others to beat you?

"When you were still young, you secretly ran into my house while I was away, took out my jade pendant, played with it, and then broke it."

"And...is there such a thing?"

Yue Yingying frowned, trying hard to recall the past.

"Of course there is."

Ye Yiyun slowly talked about the future and the past:

"I was originally the legitimate daughter of Ye's family, but one day my parents suddenly passed away. My uncles wanted to monopolize the family property, so they wanted to marry me off. But I didn't want to, so I ran away from Ye's family secretly. The jade pendant was mine at that time. It is the only relic left by my parents to me."

Yue Yingying forgot to be angry for a moment when she heard this. She lowered her head and said in shame:

"I...have I ever done this kind of thing? Then senior sister, aren't you very sad?"

Ye Yiyun looked at the junior sister in front of her, but her eyes were cast on that little doll carved in pink and jade more than ten years ago.

"Definitely. At that time, I was holding the jade pendant broken into five pieces. Because I was so sad, I cried for several days and didn't even go to morning class."

"Senior sister, what happened next? I deserved a beating so much when I was a child. Did you hit me?"

Ye Yiyun shook his head slightly.

"How dare I hit you at that time, you are the daughter of the head of the sect, and I am just an orphan from the bereaved family who came to seek refuge. Later, you saw that I was sad, and you didn't know where to find this ruler. My room, and gave it to me as an apology."

She suddenly smiled and raised the ruler in her hand.

"You told me to stop crying and to obey me from now on. If you don't obey me, I'll beat you with this ruler."

Yue Yingying froze, but she didn't expect that she actually gave her a ruler and asked others to beat her.

"Senior sister, why are you telling me these old things? The past is in the past."

Ye Yiyun's face straightened, she sat upright on the bed, holding the ruler in both hands, and bowed to offer it to Yue Yingying.

"I am disrespectful and I made a mistake in the first place. I made my junior sister so sad. Please Yingying take this ruler back. If you feel dissatisfied, you can use it to punish me."

Yue Yingying stared blankly at the green ruler with yellow tassels hanging in front of her, and didn't speak for a long time.

Chapter 93 The Blind Girl

Ye Yiyun knelt down on the bed, lowered her head and presented the ruler.

It seemed sincere, but her heart was pounding.

According to her understanding of her junior sister, if she took the ruler and punished herself twice and let her vent her anger, then this matter is over.

If he didn't take the ruler and push it back to himself, then there would really be a gap between the two of them.

Ye Yiyun lowered her head and could only see the patterns woven with gold and silver threads on the bed, but could not see the expression of the junior sister in front of her at this moment.

There was a long silence in the room.

When her raised hands were a little sore, she suddenly felt a light touch on her hands, and Yue Yingying took the ruler away.

Ye Yiyun breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought about having to be slapped on the palm by her junior sister later, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and her face turned red.

She bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, her heart froze, and she spread her delicate palms towards Yue Yingying.

"Junior Sister, please."

But the imagined pain didn't happen, Ye Yiyun was helped up by her junior sister.

She looked up in astonishment, only to see Yue Yingying looking at herself with complicated expressions.

"Senior sister, don't blame yourself. You haven't done anything wrong. How can I punish you? If I really want to punish you..."

Yue Yingying turned her head and looked in the direction of Xianyun Palace's study room.

That was Ling Xiaodong's room.

There was fire in her eyes, she clenched the ruler in her hand, veins appeared on the back of her white and transparent hand, she gritted her teeth and said:

"There is someone else who deserves a beating!"

At this time, Ling Xiaodong didn't know what kind of results would be waiting for him at night.

He followed Aunt Yun's order and ran out of Xianyun Palace.

When Ling Xiaodong ran to the door, there was no trace of Xiao Yan. However, Xianyun Palace was the palace of the mountain lord after all, so it was built near the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Further up were several palaces and pagodas, as well as the Patriarch's Hall that stood on the top of the mountain, so he had no choice but to walk down the mountain to see if he could find Kunlun's disciples and ask about the resting place on Momei Mountain.

All the way down the mountain, the stairs are all made of white marble, and there are thousand-year-old Cangwu planted on both sides. If you walk a few steps, you can see rare immortal plants not far away.

They grow wantonly like this, and no one has ever picked them, just like wild flowers and weeds on the side of the road.

The mountains are empty and quiet, with colorful falling flowers, and the occasional crane call comes from nowhere.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't help but sigh. He was worthy of being the ancestor of Wanshan. He had a profound foundation and was infinitely richer than Qingfengguan.

As he was walking around, he finally met a disciple of Kunlun.

The disciple was standing in front of a giant tree with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in black and seemed to be looking at something on the tree.

Ling Xiaodong heard Aunt Yun say that Kunlun's disciples can judge their status by the color of their clothes. If they are in black clothes, they are disciples of the lower three realms. If they are in white clothes, they are disciples of the middle three realms.

Only when you reach the upper three realms can you change into the black and yellow mage robe.

He walked over quickly and bowed to the man whose back was turned to him.

"This fellow Taoist..."

But the man didn't turn his head, as if he didn't hear Ling Xiaodong's voice.

"May I ask how to get to Emei Palace?"

After Ling Xiaodong asked, there was no response, and he looked at the man strangely.

Are all the disciples of Kunlun so indifferent?

"Look, it's dying."

Just when Ling Xiaodong was still puzzled, the man finally agreed to speak.

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, listening to the ethereal voice, this person was still a woman.

He followed the female disciple's finger to look at the Cangwu tree trunk, and saw a cicada lying on the bark, but it seemed to be dying, and it stopped singing loudly.

Although he didn't know what this person meant by this, Ling Xiaodong still nodded and said:

"Now that it's autumn, logically speaking, it should have died a long time ago, but the aura on the fairy mountain is abundant, and it's not easy to live until now."

"Do you think life is meaningful?"

the woman asked again.

Ling Xiaodong frowned and looked at the woman's back.

I just came to ask for directions, why was I asked this kind of confusing question in reverse?

She continued on her own:

"The cicada is three months old, and the tree is three thousand years old. Even the Nine Palace Immortals, the longest lifespan is only nine thousand years old. Mountains and rivers can be flattened, and rivers can also be dried up. Silence and extinction are the results that everything cannot escape."

The man turned around and finally looked back at Ling Xiaodong.

"Compared with infinite death, is limited life really meaningful?"

At this moment, Ling Xiaodong had a good look at the appearance of the girl in front of him.

The first reaction in his mind was, Li Pengjiao?

However, the woman in front of her didn't have any similarities with Li Pengjiao in appearance, but the ethereal aura of being out of this world was exactly the same.

Her dark eyebrows seemed to be frowning, giving people a feeling of melancholy. Her nose was high and her lips were thin. What surprised Ling Xiaodong the most were her eyes.

There are no black and white eye pupils, but a colorless whiteness.

This man is blind.

It's a pity that you can't see anything when you are born so beautiful.

Ling Xiaodong thought secretly.

The girl said coldly:

"It's nothing to be sorry about. The great sound has no sound. Elephants have no form, and the Dao is also such an invisible thing. For the 'Tao', you and I are blind. If you can see, you will be fascinated by appearances."

Ling Xiaodong hurriedly cupped his hands and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry fellow daoist, I didn't mean to offend..."

Ok?

Did I just say what was in my heart?

"No, it's just that I can hear your heart. You don't have to apologize. A gentleman doesn't care about his deeds, and no one is perfect in the world."