I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 107 Liangdu develops rebellious thoughts, and the palace is decorated with lights and colors

Qingfeng Temple, back mountain.

On the stone pier in front of the thatched cottage, a young man in a blue Taoist robe carefully examined the small words on the cloth in his hand.

After finishing reading the above content, Shanyuan gently squeezed the cloth in his hand, and the cloth immediately turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

Then he picked up the teacup in front of him and put it to his mouth, but he didn't drink it. He chuckled.

"My sister actually thinks the same as me."

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest in Taoist robes suddenly appeared in front of the stone table.

Shan Yuan frowned slightly and said,

"Brother Liangdu, have you been free recently? How is your study of divination going?"

Liang Du is the middle-aged Taoist priest who had asked Li Mu to predict his chances of reaching the highest level in exchange for half a copy of Hidden Blade.

"Li Mu should have arrived outside Yanshan City, and the bamboo slips from the Lin family should have been in Li Mu's hands. I just don't know if he has read the contents on it."

Liangdu ignored Shanyuan's sarcasm. The divination technique was indeed not something he could covet. Instead, he went straight to the point and reported to him about Li Mu's recent situation.

Shan Yuan nodded, not caring.

"Not surprising, anything else?"

Liang Du hesitated for a moment and asked,

"Then how should we give him hints about the rest of the bamboo slips?"

Shan Yuan chuckled and asked,

"Hint? Why give a hint?"

Liang Du was puzzled and asked,

"But before, we didn't always..."

Shan Yuan waved his hand.

"No need for that. People like them will only feel at ease if they get something through their own efforts."

Liang Du was a little dissatisfied and argued,

"But the traces of what we did before were too obvious. I'm afraid we can't hide it."

"Hide? I never thought of hiding it from him. When he feels that he can have a face-to-face conversation with me, I'm afraid he will find Qingfeng Temple as soon as possible."

Shanyuan put down the teacup in his hand and said heroically.

Hearing this, Liangdu thought to himself, this boy in front of him, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, had only been practicing for less than a month, but his strength was far beyond his reach.

Even when he just entered the sect, he was accepted as a disciple by the temple master on behalf of his master, replacing the position of the original mysterious junior master.

What is even more puzzling to Liangdu is that ever since this Junior-Master-Uncle Shanyuan came to the temple, the temple master Shanyang has been in seclusion, and all affairs of Qingfeng Temple have been handed over to the current person to handle.

Liang Du was originally a prodigy of the Taoist sect of this generation. Although he was not well-known, at the age of only 47, he had already trained his body and internal strength to the first level.

However, whether it was the former mysterious junior master Li Mu or Shan Yuan in front of him, they both had strength comparable to that of the ancestors, and there was always a feeling that they were suffocating him.

Liang Du was one of the first batch and was the first to know that the temple master Shan Yang intended to break the barrier and reopen the path of cultivating immortals.

He also discovered that there was someone behind the abbot, and guessed that person might be the founder, or the junior uncle who had never shown up.

It was not until Shanyuan appeared that he overturned this speculation.

Originally there was nothing wrong with this, and Liang Du was secretly delighted to be able to talk to him directly.

However, recently, Shanyuan has been coming to him at his request and leaving him at his will.

What they did was just running errands and delivering messages, which made Liangdu feel a little strange.

"Is there anything else?"

Shanyuan's emotionless voice interrupted Liangdu's thoughts.

Liangdu hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted. Seeing that Shanyuan had no other instructions, he breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After a long while, Shan Yuan looked at the mountains and forests in the distance and said lightly,

"I was born to be a rebel. How can I conspire with him for great things?"

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Prince Yan's Mansion.

The palace was decorated with lights and lanterns, and outside it was crowded with people watching the fun.

Several servants, carrying food boxes in their hands, distributed cakes to the children in the crowd.

The person who greeted the guests at the door was the middle-aged guard who had protected Li Mu when he visited the brothel before.

Although the visitor was puzzled, but now, the Prince of Yan, who had killed the master of Ran Nu, was notorious.

No one dared to say anything. Besides, they came here to curry favor with Prince Yan's Mansion. There was no need to upset the Prince of Yan because of such a small matter.

In Li Mu's courtyard.

Li Ling'er was wearing a bright red groom's wedding gown, with her hair piled high in a bun, and she had applied something on her face that made her originally fair face look sallow.

Although she looks somewhat heroic, she is naturally beautiful, and with her oval face, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is a woman.

Under the eaves in the distance, Xiao Zhao, who was holding his chin with his head bowed, couldn't help but smile when he saw Li Ling'er dressed like this.

He ran up to her and complimented her.

"Third Miss is still a handsome young man even when dressed like this."

Li Linger saw Xiao Zhao trying hard to hold back her smile and sighed deeply.

"Laugh if you want to. If you can't act like me, it just proves that I am naturally beautiful."

Xiao Zhao is a professionally trained maid. She definitely cannot make fun of her master in such situations, unless she can't help it.

Immediately, he burst out laughing.

This laughter seemed to be contagious, and Li Linger also laughed out loud.

After a long while, the two stopped laughing. Li Linger raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked,

"Enough laughing, where's Yuwei?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao sighed slightly and answered honestly,

"Sister Yuwei left a letter saying that she was going outside the city to wait for the young master."

Li Linger understood that Su Yuwei didn't want to complete this scene with them, but she couldn't stop her, so she just pretended not to see it.

Then he pouted slightly and thought to himself,

"I'm doing this for you, too. I'm leaving now."

Li Ling'er didn't think much of it at first, until she put on the groom's suit, and then she realized that dressing up as a man was not that easy.

Especially her baby face, no matter how she pretends, she just doesn't look like one.

Obviously, before this, whether it was Su Yuwei or Xu Youzhi, when they put on men's clothes, they looked like elegant and handsome young men.

“Is it because they don’t have much flesh on their faces?”

Li Ling'er subconsciously touched her chubby face and couldn't help thinking so.

But it was useless to think about these things now. If she and Xu Youzhi were of similar height, and they switched places, it would not be impossible for her to play the bridesmaid.

But she grew taller and was more than a head taller than Xu Youzhi.

Just before the wedding, he came to Su Yuwei again to see if he could persuade her again.

Xiao Zhao looked at Li Ling'er's lost expression, bit her teeth lightly, and said after struggling for a long time,

"Miss San, wait for me here."

He immediately turned around and ran back into the house.

Just when Li Ling'er was stunned, she saw Xiao Zhao running out of the house again.

He handed Li Linger an exquisitely crafted silver mask.

The mask is about the size of a palm and is silver in color. It appears to only cover the upper half of the face, which is somewhat inconsistent with the traditional concept that masks only cover the lower half of the face at that time.

"what is this?"

Li Linger took the mask and looked at it curiously.

"This is made according to the mask worn by the Condor Hero described in the story. If Miss wears this, others shouldn't be able to tell who she is."

Xiao Zhao looked at the mask in Li Ling'er's hand with some pain and explained.

Hearing this, Li Linger's eyes lit up and she put on the mask casually.

He took out a bronze mirror from his bosom, looked at himself, and nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Xiao Zhao with appreciation and praised him,

"You have done a great job in this matter, so I will record it for you for now."

After saying this, he turned around and left the courtyard, ignoring Xiao Zhao's reluctant look.

Looking at Li Ling'er's proud back, Xiao Zhao pursed his lips slightly.

"Now I am also an accomplice. If the young master knew, how would he punish Xiao Zhao?"