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

Xiao Yan raised her head in confusion, and looked at him.

The next moment, his lips were sealed again.

"woooo~"

This kiss was very different from the last one.

The first kiss is like a drizzle in spring, full of deep affection, tenderness secretly communicated, long and lingering, it just makes people fall intoxicated.

But this time the kiss came so violently, like a summer rainstorm, threatening, crackling, and the surging love swept over, directly blowing away all of Xiao Yan's defenses.

The sweet tongue in the girl's mouth could only dodge instinctively shyly, but they were caught up tightly and entangled together, gradually changing from a shallow kiss to a deep passionate kiss.

Xiaoyan, a beginner, couldn't breathe at all during a kiss. Her face turned red from holding it in, and she could only whine and beg Ling Xiaodong to let her go.

"Wow~ha~ha~"

After breaking away from Ling Xiaodong's lips, Xiaoyan supported her chest and panted heavily, raised her blushing face and looked at Ling Xiaodong quietly.

"Xiao Yan, you are special to me, you can't be easily replaced by looks and talents, if you talk about this kind of nonsense about whether you deserve it or not, it depends on how I deal with you!"

Seeing Ling Xiaodong's serious expression, Xiao Yan quickly said coquettishly:

"I got it~Brother Xiaodong, don't be angry, it's okay if I don't say anything again~"

Xiaoyan's heart was extremely sweet, her arms were wrapped around Ling Xiaodong's waist, and their bodies were tightly attached to each other.

"Then, does brother Xiaodong like that Chen Lu? If you like...I won't...I won't mind that much..."

Ling Xiaodong tapped her on the head lightly.

"It's nothing, don't think about it. I just regard Chen Lu as my sister."

Xiaoyan pursed her lips and said dissatisfied: "I even saw you picked her up and kissed her, and you said you didn't!"

"Chen Lu has helped me a lot recently, besides, what if my brother kisses my sister?"

"Hmph! That's nice to say, am I not your sister?"

Ling Xiaodong blushed, "This...how can this be the same?"

Xiao Yan persisted and said, "Why is this different?"

"Chen Lu is too young. Looking at her like that, she is probably several years younger than you."

"If you're young, just wait for a few years. I think she'll be by your side every day and be raised as a child bride for a year or two. Isn't that going to make you cheaper?"

Ling Xiaodong shook his head and said: "Xiaoyan will always be like that, she will never open again, she doesn't even have a physical body, only a spirit body."

"Ah? How could this be?"

Although Ling Xiaodong had told her about things in Shiwandashan before, he only briefly mentioned the matter about Chen Lu without going into details. Seeing Xiao Yan's curiosity, Ling Xiaodong told her the story of Chen Lu and Fang Xiaosi.

"...Then the master gathered Fang Xiaosi's soul again, let her say goodbye to Chen Lu, and re-entered the reincarnation. Chen Lu also followed me by my side in order to repay her kindness."

Ling Xiaodong slowly finished telling Chen Lu's story. Although it was just a retelling, he was still very sad in his heart.

"Woo~ It turns out...it turns out she is so pitiful..."

Sitting in his arms, Xiao Yan's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

Xiaoyan is kind-hearted, she can't hear these tragedies, she can't help but feel deep pity for Chen Lu, and the original jealousy towards her is gone.

Ling Xiaodong gently stroked her back, and after a while, Xiaoyan calmed down.

"Then... what about Daoist Li? I think she's with you too..."

Chapter 1 and one!dawn!winter!

Xiaoyan still did not forget Li Pengjiao's intimacy and teasing with Ling Xiaodong that morning.

"You don't have to worry about her, it's absolutely impossible!"

Ling Xiaodong vowed: "The relationship between me and Li Daochang is almost the relationship between the creditor and the debtor. When I finish paying off the debt with her, we will be settled!"

Seeing what Ling Xiaodong said was so sure, Xiao Yan didn't ask any more questions, the two continued to be tender for a while, and Xiao Yan reluctantly jumped out of Ling Xiaodong's embrace.

"Brother Xiaodong, you still have something to do...I won't bother you."

"How can it be, what can be more important than Xiaoyan who is with me?"

Xiao Yan was not happy when she heard it.

She put her hands on her hips, frowned slightly, and preached solemnly:

"Master said that Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. How can a good man stay in a girl's boudoir all day?"

Ling Xiaodong was at a loss for words for a while, thinking about it carefully, he seems to have been a little slack in his practice recently, although the Dao is hard to find, but recently he either paid off Li Pengjiao's debt, or asked Aunt Yun for injections, and he didn't think about practice at all.

Ling Xiaodong, oh Ling Xiaodong, how could you be so depraved!

Ling Xiaodong, who was kicked out of the room by Xiaoyan, learned from the painful experience, and decided that he must stay away from Ruanrou Township in the future and practice hard!

As for now...

Ling Xiaodong decided to go to the master to announce the good news first.

We have said that it will be done in the future, so we will do the things in the future.

Dodging the enthusiastic Taoist nuns who were constantly chasing and intercepting him all the way, Ling Xiaodong came to the door of Yue Yingying's room with difficulty.

He pushed open the door violently and closed it heavily with his backhand, shutting out the senior and senior sisters behind him.

Ling Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the door, and wiped the sweat off his head with his hands.

"What are you doing!"

Yue Yingying did not lie on the bed and read a book today, but sat at the desk abnormally.

She was dressed in a snow-white robe, neatly draped over her body, and her long ink-like hair was curled up like a dark cloud.

She looked nervously at Ling Xiaodong who broke in suddenly, with her hands behind her back, as if she was hiding something.

"How many times have I told you! Come in and knock on the door!"

Ling Xiaodong quickly explained: "Master, I can't help it either, the Taoist nuns of Qingfeng Temple are too enthusiastic!"

Yue Yingying glanced at Ling Xiaodong's face, and gave a disdainful cut.

"Then why did you come to me? What can't you do?"

Only then did Ling Xiaodong remember his purpose for running here, and he smiled mysteriously.

"Master, let me let me show you something."

Yue Yingying frowned suspiciously, but didn't say much, stood up and made way for him.

When she stood up, the things hidden behind her back were put into her sleeves with Xiushou Qiankun.

Ling Xiaodong took a piece of paper casually, picked up a pen, turned his wrist and swiped a brush. After a little effort, the world's second withered wood spring talisman was born.

Yue Yingying stood with her hands behind her back, looked at the talisman she had never seen before, leaned over to examine it carefully, but she couldn't see anything special about it.

"What is this? A ghost painting talisman?"

Ling Xiaodong proudly raised the paper and displayed the talisman in front of Yue Yingying.

"The name of this talisman is Spring with a Dead Wood, and it was created by me!"

Yue Yingying was stunned when she heard this, and then carefully checked the ghost drawing talisman on the paper, her eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Make your own creation? Or is it a four-character seal?"

This talisman has a number of characters. The most widely spread in the world is mostly two characters, because the two characters are simple and easy to draw, and it is easiest to form a functional talisman by combining symbols in pairs, such as the simplest "zhaolei" ", "Rainfall".

The more characters there are, the rarer they are. For example, there are only two or three pieces of eight-character talismans recorded, and nine-character talismans are unheard of among the people. It is estimated that even if there are, they are only in Daoist collections of famous schools. Never known to outsiders.

"Have you tried it?"

Ling Xiaodong nodded and said: "That's natural! An old dead tree has been revived under the influence of this talisman. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that I have fully understood the operation rules of the talisman. There will only be more and more self-created talismans like this!"

He paused, then excitedly said: "In a few days, I'm really sure that I can defeat Li Pengjiao!"

The happier Ling Xiaodong looked, the more solemn Yue Yingying's expression became.

She suddenly smiled softly at Ling Xiaodong, which stunned Ling Xiaodong who was dancing.

"Xiaodong, Master treats you well on weekdays, right?"

"Huh? What's the matter, Master? Suddenly asking this?"

"Come on, come on, sit down."

Yue Yingying took his hand, pressed his shoulders and made him sit on her seat.

A pair of delicate soft clothes were placed on Ling Xiaodong's shoulders, and he pressed them gently.

With waves of fragrant wind blowing behind him and feeling the moderately strong massage on his shoulders, Ling Xiaodong felt flattered. This was the first time in so many years that he was being cared for by a master.

Could it be that the master discovered my genius, so my attitude became so good?

However, Ling Xiaodong remembered how his master was not interested in deciphering the way of talismans before, and immediately shook his head, ruling out this possibility.

"Xiaodong, you see, master really underestimated you before. Master is also very happy that you have such a talent."

Listening to the master's endless words of praise, Ling Xiaodong not only didn't feel happy, but felt like sitting on pins and needles, a chill rose from his neck, which made him get goose bumps all over his body.

Master, this is...did you take the wrong medicine?

Yue Yingying didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her behavior, instead she said softly:

"Master has always thought that you can do it. The previous bet was just a joke with you. Let's just let it go. What do you think?"

As soon as Yue Yingying said that, Ling Xiaodong realized why the master was so abnormal.

Just want to cheat?

Ling Xiaodong's originally straight lumbar spine also relaxed, and he lay comfortably on the chair, enjoying Yue Yingying's massage with peace of mind.

"Oh, my disciple just said so much, my mouth is a little dry."

A sullen look flashed across Yue Yingying's eyes, but she quickly picked up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water into a teacup, and handed it to Ling Xiaodong.

"Come on, drink more water if you're thirsty."

Ling Xiaodong slumped on the chair like a master, motionless, and did not pick up the cup that Yue Yingying handed over.

"Oh, I draw talismans every day recently, and I can't lift my hands. Master, what do you think I should do?"

The corners of Yue Yingying's mouth twitched twice, the plain hand holding the cup was about to crush the quilt.

But she still smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, take a good rest when you are tired, open your mouth, and the master will feed you."

Ling Xiaodong squinted his eyes, raised his head and drank the tea in the cup, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Xiaodong, look~"

Ling Xiaodong kicked his boots off with a kick, and put his legs directly on the desk in front of him.

"Ouch~ I just ran all the way here, and now my disciple's legs are so sore..."

bang.

Yue Yingying slapped her hand on the desk. Veins popped up on her forehead. She pointed at Ling Xiaodong's nose and angrily said:

"Ling Xiaodong! Don't push yourself too far!"

Chapter 1 Zheng Sier

The vicious and dazzling sun hangs high in the nine heavens, releasing infinite light and heat to its heart's content, wantonly displaying its boundless power to illuminate all things.

Not only is the temperature this year extremely hot, but there is also very little rainfall. It is a rare year of severe drought. The leaves of the seedlings in the fields have withered and turned yellow, and they have grown short and slender.

The old people said that it was because of the birth of Hanbao that the red land was thousands of miles away.

On such a hot noon, a sparse group of people were staggering under the scorching sun on the loess avenue without any shade.

There are men and women in the crowd, both the elderly and the yellow-haired children. What they have in common is that they are yellow and thin, and their clothes are ragged and dilapidated.