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

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However, he still planned to go to the back of the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers to satisfy his hunger.

After smearing all the way to the Qingfengguan cafeteria, Ling Xiaodong was surprised to find that the light in the kitchen was still on.

It was already late at night, and the cook of Qingfengguan was still looking at the pot, the pot was gurgling, as if something was cooking.

"Aunt Zhao, haven't you rested yet? What are you still burning at this late hour?"

The woman who was sitting by the stove watching the fire saw Ling Xiaodong and immediately smiled.

"It's Daoist Ling. I'm making white fungus soup for the temple master. The temple master has been dealing with business affairs late in the past few days, so what if he's been hungry all the time! If she wasn't standing there, we wouldn't be here Have a good time."

Aunt Zhao is a widow, and her two sons were taken to serve in corvée, and never came back, never heard from again.

After her husband fell ill and died, the only pillar of the family also collapsed, and she lost her livelihood. When she came to ask for a lottery, Ye Yiyun took pity on her miserable experience and hired her as the cook of Qingfengguan.

Aunt Zhao is very enthusiastic, I'm afraid it's not Ye Yiyun's request to cook tremella soup so late, it's just her own good intentions that she can't see her hungry.

Ling Xiaodong looked left and right in the back kitchen that had already been tidied up.

"Aunt Zhao, is there anything left? I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"There are still a few buns in the cage, do you want auntie to help you warm them up?"

"Don't worry, I'll just eat whatever I want."

Ling Xiaodong found a few cold steamed buns from the cage and took a bite. He was a little disappointed. They were plain stuffed with chives.

The lard inside has solidified into a white solid, but the taste is surprisingly good.

Aunt Zhao at the side had already turned off the fire under the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and a white mist steamed out, accompanied by the extremely sweet smell of red dates and white fungus soup.

Ling Xiaodong greeted her as she took the white fungus soup out of the pot and put it in the bowl on the tray.

"Aunt Zhao, you can put it there and rest, I happen to be going to Aunt Yun's place and take it there for you."

Aunt Zhao put the tray back on the stove and wiped her hands on the apron in front of her.

"Okay, I'll leave first, Taoist Ling, I'd like to trouble you."

Ling Xiaodong waved to her, indicating that nothing was wrong, destroyed the leek buns in his hands, picked up the tray and walked towards Ye Yiyun's residence.

The Qingfeng Temple in the middle of the night was extremely quiet, most of the lights in the disciple's residence had been extinguished, and only a few rooms were still lit with candles.

Ye Yiyun's room is one of them, and the candles in Yue Yingying's room have been extinguished.

After lightly knocking on the door a few times, Ye Yiyun's slightly tired voice came from inside the room.

"Aunt Zhao, I'm really not hungry, so don't bother."

Ling Xiaodong held the tray in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ye Yiyun holding an invitation card in his hand. He frowned and did not raise his head to see who was coming in.

Ling Xiaodong placed the still steaming white fungus soup on her desk.

"Monastery Lord, you are really a busy person, you are still up so late? Could it be that you are waiting for me?"

"why you?"

Ye Yiyun looked up and saw that the person who came was not Aunt Zhao, but Ling Xiaodong with a smirk on her face. She was startled at first, and quickly waved her hands, setting up a one-way soundproof formation in the room.

The sound insulation in this room is not good, Yue Yingying sleeps next door.

"Seeing that you are working so hard, I brought you white fungus soup."

Ling Xiaodong walked up behind Ye Yiyun, put his hands on her thin, boneless shoulders, and started to rub them gently.

"What are you looking at? Such a sad face?"

Ye Yiyun let out a long sigh, seeming extremely helpless and distressed.

"It's a Daoist exchange and discussion. It will be held every six years. At that time, the big sects such as Mount Longhu and Mount Emei will gather in Kunlun for the Dao Discussion Conference and disciple competition."

"Mao Er Guan is not comparable to those famous sects in the Central Plains, and the highest Taoism among the disciples is only at the Four Elephant Realm. It was originally just to make up the number."

Ling Xiaodong reached out to caress her slender willow eyebrows from behind her, and smoothed her tightly locked brows, with a gentle tone.

"Then what's the matter? Let my exquisite Yun'er be so sad?"

Ye Yiyun tilted her head back slightly and leaned into Ling Xiaodong's arms, her voice somewhat resentful.

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"It's not because your master participated in the Dao sect conference six years ago and knocked the ancestor of all Dao, the Daozi of Kunlun Mountain, to the ground and beat them, causing them to lose face in front of the whole world."

The more Ye Yiyun talked, the more excited she became.

"That's all. She beat up all the arrogances of all sects and sects, won the position of leader, and even said that there are only a few sects in the world."

"It's all right now. Now Maoershan has become the target of public criticism. I heard that the new Daoist of Kunlun Mountain is about to enter the third rank, and they are waiting for us to go."

"Can't you not participate?"

"How can it be so simple? Avoiding the battle will be ridiculed by Taoists all over the world, and it will also have a great impact on the incense in Guannei."

Ling Xiaodong smiled easily, and patted Aunt Yun's shoulder to reassure her.

"It's okay, isn't there still me?"

Ye Yiyun raised her head and rolled her eyes at him.

"The Taoist sect only competes with Taoism, not martial arts. Even if your martial arts are supernatural, it's useless to go."

"Then how long is it before that discussion?

"There is still a little more than half a year."

Ling Xiaodong patted his chest confidently.

"It's more than enough. When the time comes, I will definitely go to Kunlun to beat that Lao Shizi's Taoist to the ground, so as not to lose the face of Mao'er Mountain."

"Hmph, I know how to brag."

Ye Yiyun closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and lay on the armchair, enjoying Ling Xiaodong's massage.

Chapter 74 Filial Aunt Yun

"Aunt Yun, drink the tremella soup, it will be cold if you put it down."

Ye Yiyun hummed lightly, and wanted to reach for the bowl and spoon, but Ling Xiaodong took it away first.

"Come on, Yun'er, open your mouth."

After saying that, he brought the spoon in his hand to Ye Yiyun's mouth.

"I have hands, don't! I can do it myself!"

How can the majesty of the elders allow the feeding of the younger generation?

I am not old enough to lie in bed and need to be fed by others!

Ye Yiyun was naturally unwilling to accept Ling Xiaodong's behavior of treating herself like a child.

"No, I'll feed you, ah~ Open your mouth obediently."

"Well~ don't."

Ye Yiyun's red lips were tightly closed, and she tilted her head left and right to avoid Ling Xiaodong's spoon.

Seeing her resistance, Ling Xiaodong lowered his head and whispered a warning beside her delicate earlobe.

"Yun'er is disobedient, right? Do you want to be spanked by your brother again?"

When Ye Yiyun heard the offensive words, her pretty face immediately flushed, and she stared at Ling Xiaodong in embarrassment;

"Ling Xiaodong! Don't be too big or too young! I'm your aunt!"

Ling Xiaodong chuckled, not taking Aunt Yun's coquettishness seriously.

He put the spoon in his hand back into the bowl, picked up the bowl and took a big sip, then leaned in front of Ye Yiyun, and directly kissed her red lips.

"Woooo!"

Ye Yiyun's almond eyes opened wide, and she hurriedly feared hitting Ling Xiaodong.

But the sweet white fungus soup kept coming in her mouth, so she had to open her mouth and drink it bit by bit.

As she drank more and more white fungus soup, Ye Yiyun's struggle gradually became lighter, her face was so red that she almost dripped blood, and her whining sound gradually turned soft.

Ling Xiaodong left Ye Yiyun's sweet lips in satisfaction.

At this time, Aunt Yun seemed to be paralyzed in his arms, and her small fists gently beat Ling Xiaodong's chest, softly, as if she was coquettishly.

"You ate leeks! It stinks!"

Ye Yiyun frowned slightly to express protest, Ling Xiaodong was taken aback, stretched out his hand and sniffed.

Does it taste that big?

But now he can't control it anymore, he directly hugged Ye Yiyun's plump body and walked towards the bed.

Although Aunt Yun looks fleshy, she is extremely light to hold.

Because all the flesh on her body is where it should be, and she doesn't move much on weekdays, how could she have such a good figure?

Ye Yiyun had a peach-shaped face, her eyes were blurred, and her arms drooped weakly, letting Ling Xiaodong carry her to the bed.

She is drunk.

Not only was he drunk from drinking tremella soup, but he was also drunk from the tenderness of his nephew.

Ye Yiyun half-closed her eyes shyly, her slender and thick eyelashes flickered slightly, her vermilion lips were slightly parted, and she muttered slightly.

"You bullied me again."

Ling Xiaodong pecked lightly on her alluring lips, and scratched Aunt Yun's small and delicate nose.

"It's not that Yun'er is too cute, deliberately seducing me to bully you."

"Are you ready?"

Ye Yiyun pressed Ling Xiaodong's hand that was untying her belt, and murmured softly.

"Not yet~ Promise me two things."

"what's up?"

Ling Xiaodong is in a hurry now.

A beautiful woman who wants to refuse or welcome is right in front of her eyes, which man would not be in a hurry?

"You have to...gently."

Ling Xiaodong agreed without hesitation.

"Good! What else?"