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

Chapter 62 Home

Hearing what Li Pengjiao said, Yue Yingying's heart that had been let go once again hung up.

"It's not necessary to be a teacher, but he still wants to learn from me? How?"

This is already a huge concession, Ling Xiaodong is like a piece of uncut jade, in her eyes, worshiping Yue Yingying as a teacher is really a beautiful jade.

As long as he didn't change his school, it didn't matter to Ling Xiaodong, so he agreed on the spot.

Although Yue Yingying at the side still looked reluctant, she didn't stop her.

Because after the competition just now, Li Pengjiao's Taoism was indeed far superior to hers.

The technique of using the body to fit the Dao before, integrating oneself into the ruthless Dao of Heaven, and then borrowing the power of heaven and earth is really too profound.

Even if she was so proud, she had to be impressed after seeing it.

I don't know how Li Pengjiao can have such a deep understanding of the Tao in the seven-star realm. Li Pengjiao, who just called the wind and rain, can be said to be the incarnation of the Tao of Heaven.

Now that the meal is over, the competition is over.

Yue Yingying and Ling Xiaodong are about to bid farewell to Xiaoyan and Ye Yiyun.

But when they were about to leave, Ye Yiyun called them back.

"Junior Sister, wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

Yue Yingying turned her head to look at Ye Yiyun with a troubled face, she seemed to be planning something.

Ye Yiyun looked at Yue Yingying with flustered eyes and extremely nervous expression, a pair of slender hands repeatedly clenched and loosened by her side, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth.

Yue Yingying didn't urge her, just stood patiently in front of her, waiting quietly.

In the end, Ye Yiyun's heart broke, as if she had made up her mind.

She raised her head firmly, and said seriously to Yue Yingying:

"Junior Sister, your room has been reserved for you since you left. I will clean up the dust for you from time to time, just waiting for you to come back one day."

Her lips trembled a little as she spoke.

Obviously he is the master of observation, but when looking at his little junior sister, he is no longer calm as usual, but extremely nervous, afraid that she will refuse.

"Junior sister, as long as you are willing to come back, it doesn't matter if I give you my position as the leader of the Taoist temple. We will continue to live next door to each other as before. I will still be your sister, and you will still be my sister, okay?"

After finishing speaking in one breath, Ye Yiyun immediately lowered her head nervously, clenched her hands tightly, not daring to look at her junior sister.

Ye Yiyun and Yue Yingying originally had a very good relationship. Although they were sisters from the same school, they were always referred to as sisters, but the accident four years ago changed everything.

Ye Yiyun kept these words in her heart all the time, and wanted to tell Yue Yingying, but she didn't have a good chance, and this time her junior sister ventured into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, she really panicked, she was afraid that these words of hers would last forever. I can't speak.

So the moment Yue Yingying came back, she had already decided to get back together with her junior sister.

Compared with the feelings between their sisters, the identity of the master of the Taoist temple is nothing to her.

Besides, in her heart, Yue Yingying originally belonged to the position of the temple master, and she has only managed it on her behalf for the past few years.

Ye Yiyun lowered her head and looked at her toes uneasily, as if the air had frozen.

Yue Yingying in front of him did not respond for a long time, and Ye Yiyun's heart gradually became cold.

Ling Xiaodong, who was behind Yue Yingying, was also looking at the master's back anxiously, and he sincerely hoped that the two could reconcile.

But at this time, I can't get in the conversation, I can only see whether the master can let it go.

"Ugh--"

A soft sigh came.

Ye Yiyun's originally worried heart tightened.

"Senior sister, I understand."

Hearing this long-lost senior sister, Ye Yiyun's eyes were red, she raised her head, and looked at Yue Yingying happily.

"I'll go back tonight and pack my things, and I'll bring them here tomorrow."

"Well, Yingying, I'll wait for your return."

Ye Yiyun took a step forward and excitedly held Yue Yingying's hands, her eyes filled with tears.

"Senior sister, don't cry. When you cry, it makes me sad too."

Yue Yingying turned her head away, not looking at her.

At this time, her eyes were also a little moist.

"Well, okay, I won't cry."

That's what I said, but now Ye Yiyun just blinked her eyes, and the overflowing tears would roll down.

I knew earlier that I shouldn't have left in a fit of anger back then, and because of face, I and Ye Yiyun refused to see each other for several years.

Seeing that the two finally let go of the past, Ling Xiaodong also became happy, and looked at the two who were about to cry with a playful smile.

Yue Yingying didn't want Ling Xiaodong to see her fragile appearance, so she quickly raised her hand to wipe the wet corners of her eyes and glared at him.

"Why are you laughing? It's so ugly!"

"I'm happy, can't I?"

"no!"

Yue Yingying was domineering towards Ling Xiaodong as usual.

After all, he is his own apprentice, so he can hit and scold if he wants to.

Ling Xiaodong bid farewell to Aunt Yun and Xiaoyan at the door, and followed the master down the mountain slowly.

The night in the mountains changed from the heat of the day, and the cool valley breeze blew their robes, and the leaves in the forest also rustled, mixing with the noisy cicadas in the forest to form a melody unique to summer .

Although it was dark in the forest, it was no different from daytime to those who could open their eyes.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder, accompanied by the moonlight, and silently set foot on the path home.

Not long after, I saw the familiar Mingyue Temple again.

The walls are mottled due to aging, and one wall is covered with green ivy.

Pushing open the crooked fence, we arrived at the dilapidated wooden door of Mingyue Temple.

Only half of the Mingyue Guan plaque on the wooden door is crumbling.

Although the Mingyue Temple is small and old, but after so many days, I can't help but feel kind when I see it again.

The joy of returning home arises spontaneously.

"Master, you're home."

"Ah."

Pushing open the wooden door, under the familiar locust tree in the courtyard is Yue Yingying's favorite lounge chair, and beside the chair is a well covered with a wooden cover.

Ling Xiaodong used the water from this well for washing and cooking on weekdays, and the well water was extraordinarily clear and sweet.

Although digging a well under the locust tree is easy to attract evil things, but there is Yue Yingying, a monk in the gossip realm, who enjoys the cool and reads next to him every day, so no ghosts will dare to come.

"It's only half a month since I left, but it feels like it's been a long time,"

Ling Xiaodong caressed the cold bluestone at the mouth of the well, and looked around the courtyard with nostalgia

After all, he will be moving to Qingfengguan tomorrow, and he still has some reluctance to part with this place where he has lived for four years.

"What? Didn't you say you were going to Qingfeng Temple every day before? Now you don't want to go?"

Yue Yingying lay back on the bamboo chair under the tree, resting her hands behind her head, leisurely looking at the leaves above her head.

Ling Xiaodong was slightly stunned.

The fairy under the moon in front of me was exactly the same as what I remembered seeing when I went up the mountain for the first time.

This yard carries too many memories between me and my master, and everything in the past is still vivid in my mind.

"Well, after all these years of living here."

"Hey, I really can't tell that you still have this kind of mentality?"

Yue Yingying laughed teasingly, closed her eyes, and crossed one of her long legs leisurely.

The little feet wrapped in embroidered shoes flickered, very comfortable.

It is still comfortable in my own place, and I will take this bamboo chair with me when I move.

"What are you doing standing still? Go pack your things!"

Seeing Ling Xiaodong complained a few times, but obediently went into the house to tidy up the things to be taken away tomorrow.

The corners of Yue Yingying's mouth curled up slightly, humming a melodious and light tune, quietly enjoying the tranquility of the summer night.

Chapter 63 The Last Night

It is said to pack things, but there is nothing worth taking away from the poor Mingyue Temple.

Like any kind of bed quilt, Qingfengguan has better ones.

So what Ling Xiaodong had to pack was the two people's clothes and Yue Yingying's large pile of books.

My Taoist robes are only two or three pieces of cyan Taoist robes that I changed and washed, and there are many patches on them, most of which are because they were scratched by branches while collecting herbs on the mountain.

Yue Yingying has a little more clothes. In addition to the pure white Taoist robe she wears most often, she also has several brand-new skirts and fairy skirts. These were bought by Ye Yiyun in Pengcheng last time.

In addition to the outer robe and inner garment, there are several pure white silk bellybands embroidered with elegant lotus flowers.

If he had just gone up the mountain before, Ling Xiaodong might have been distracted while holding the master's bellyband, but now he sees him every day, so he doesn't feel anything special, it's just a piece of cloth.

After sorting and folding the clothes neatly, Ling Xiaodong took down the books from the bookshelf one by one.

Most of them are miscellaneous books such as "Peerless Love of the Fox Demon" and "The Passion of the Holy Son", but there are not many really useful "Shenyilu" and "Nanshan Jing".

After tying the burden to a knot, Ling Xiaodong stood up, patted the dust off his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

When he looked around the room and reconfirmed if there was anything he had forgotten, his eyes stayed on Yue Yingying's bed.

By the way, there are also "Taiqing Nine Mysteries" and "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Exchange Great Joy Fu" in the secret box, I almost forgot.

He climbed into the bed and lifted the top bunk to reveal the wooden boards underneath.

Ling Xiaodong groped skillfully, and found a bump on the wooden board.

With a slight pull, a hidden drawer was pulled out.

"Taiqing Jiuxuan also has the Dale Fu, huh? What is this?"

In addition to the two books that were originally placed inside, he also touched a few pieces of soft cloth, which felt smooth to the touch.

Ling Xiaodong pulled them out together with the book.

In his hand was a mess of clothes, and he spread them out on the bed.

There was a light blue slit cheongsam inside, but the hem was so short that Ling Xiaodong even doubted whether it could cover her buttocks. There was a large hollow on the chest.

In addition to this cheongsam, there is also a bellyband that is also light blue. It uses very little fabric, and it probably can't even cover the navel. It was originally short, and there is a hollow like the cheongsam on the chest. It seems to be a set.

Unexpectedly, the master looks pure and clean, but in fact, he still has this habit secretly?

Ling Xiaodong just imagined the scene of the master wearing these clothes, and he was a little bit angry.

Shaking his head quickly, dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, he stuffed the two clothes into the baggage together.

There was a small ball of white cloth at the end of the bed, Ling Xiaodong unfolded it and held it in his hand.

This is a pair of pure white ice silk thin socks.

Ling Xiaodong took it in his hand and played with it, it was cold and silky, not as short as usual socks, these thin ice silk socks were long enough to wrap around the thighs.

He pulled it lightly. Although the sock was thin, it had good elasticity.

What a strange thing!

When Ling Xiaodong was greedy for the peculiar silky feel of the thin socks, when he touched them repeatedly

Yue Yingying's somewhat impatient voice and the sound of approaching footsteps came from outside the house.