"Ding Ling, eat."

Little Dragon Girl actively served Ding Ling, adding dishes and rice, showing great kindness.

Her demeanor was enough to make many players who viewed her as a goddess feel heart-wrenching pain, pounding their chests in regret and loudly lamenting the loss of their ’beloved’.

In response.

Ding Ling was left speechless but could only let those players feel envy and hatred.

From Zhongnan Mountain to Mount Song.

The journey was long and arduous.

Along the way.

Ding Ling was instructing Little Dragon Girl on cultivating the ’External Refining Breathing Technique’, also known as the Sword God Breathing Technique, which was a top-tier technique that was hard to master.

But for ordinary people, it would be difficult, while for Little Dragon Girl, it only took her a day to master it.

Next was to adhere to the prescribed routine and continue cultivating and learning.

With Ding Ling being an expert who had mastered the Breathing Technique, guiding her cultivation clearly and decisively.

It naturally allowed her cultivation to progress smoothly, never encountering any obstacles.

Until now.

Little Dragon Girl’s Breathing Technique vigor fused with the Inner Power of the Yu Girl’s Heart Scripture, once released, the power increased fivefold, tenfold. It can be said, having reached this stage, her self-defense ability improved manifold.

Moreover.

Ding Ling taught her a lot of common knowledge along the way.

She is extremely intelligent, quickly learning whatever she is taught, naturally understanding many common knowledge and information, no longer being as clueless as before, such as not knowing that a bun needs to be paid for.

Furthermore, she even took the initiative to buy some books on common knowledge to read.

Upon reading.

She understood how to be a virtuous wife!

Throughout the journey. She progressed from initial awkwardness, ignorance, clumsiness, to becoming competent and efficient.

It’s unknown what books she bought with Ding Ling’s silver, or what hardships she quietly endured, Ding Ling didn’t ask much.

He only observed her, kept it in mind, and thought:

"Little Dragon Girl seriously lacks a sense of security, she needs to be properly settled in the future."

Ding Ling cannot take people with him upon ascension.

Therefore, upon the next ascension.

Little Dragon Girl can only be left in this world, pondering on how to settle her is a problem.

She cannot stay with the Ancient Tomb Sect anymore.

Ding Ling considers placing her in some remote, ancient areas like Tian Mountain with sparse human presence.

She is a super homebody!

Even if alone, she can still play with the Jade Bees.

Therefore.

Ding Ling specially let her bring some Jade Beehive.

Thus, wherever she goes, she can raise bees.

Not having to worry about boredom.

Of course.

Thinking of this now is premature, Ding Ling is just letting his thoughts wander, preplanning for the future, thinking a bit far ahead.

After finishing their meal.

The two of them booked a room to rest at the inn’s second floor.

Ding Ling slept in the bed.

Little Dragon Girl slept on the rope.

Initially, Ding Ling disagreed, but Little Dragon Girl insisted, so he let her be.

She has slept on the rope for many years, her sleeping posture remains elegant, her reclining figure turns into a beautiful landscape painting.

Ding Ling couldn’t help but marvel at how such a pure and ethereal lady could exist in the mortal world.

"What’s wrong?"

Little Dragon Girl noticed Ding Ling not sleeping, merely staring at her, her heart sweetened involuntarily, a smile appearing on her lips, she said:

"Can’t sleep?"

"No."

"Then why are you looking at me with such an expression?"

Little Dragon Girl unexpectedly showed a bit of girlish innocence.

Which was rare.

Ding Ling was again stunned.

Little Dragon Girl couldn’t help but feel even more shy, but the joy in her heart she couldn’t conceal, overflowing to her face and eyes:

"If you wish to look, feel free to do so every day in the future. But now it’s time to sleep. I remember you have things to do tomorrow, don’t get delayed due to lack of rest."

"Okay."

Ding Ling smiled faintly, exchanged a few casual words with Little Dragon Girl, then lay down.

Thus, after an hour or two passed.

Suddenly, loud knocking sounded from outside the door.

Someone was knocking.

Knocking very loudly, urgently, the incessant knocking felt as if the door would be whipped apart by the other party.

Ding Ling awoke from a daze.

Little Dragon Girl also flipped off the rope.

In the dark.

Her pair of water-like eyes emitted a cold glow.

Ding Ling lit the oil lamp.

Stepped forward and opened the door, only to see a group of monks standing at the entrance.

Each had a hostile expression, and the leading old monk pressed his palms together, recited ’Amitabha Buddha’, his eyes like daggers aimed at Ding Ling, loudly said:

"Are you Ding Ling?"

"Yes."

Ding Ling was puzzled, thinking, ’I haven’t yet asked Shaolin Temple for the Nine Yang Divine Skill, how come they found me first.’

He then said:

"May I know why the venerable monks came looking, so aggressively knocking on the door at night?"

His expression was serene as water, standing with hands behind his back, with an imposing demeanor of a Grandmaster.

The old monk observed, startled, immediately raised his vigilance, waved his hand, and the monks behind him instantly raised clubs, angrily pointing at Ding Ling.

The old monk took the opportunity to take out a book from his bosom, said:

"Donor Ding, do you know someone set fire to Shaolin Temple tonight, seizing the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Lion’s Roar, Dharma Swordsmanship, and many other Shaolin ultimate skills?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

Ding Ling was also astonished, bewildered, thinking ’Isn’t it said players are suppressed by Shaolin Temple, unable to find a way to acquire Nine Yang Divine Skill? How come the skill was stolen today right after I arrived? Could this coincidence be more obvious?!’

"How is it unrelated to you?"

The old monk was furious, his face looked extremely unpleasant:

"You just arrived here today, and our Shaolin Temple immediately caught fire, where in this world is there such a coincidence?"

"..."

Ding Ling frowned:

"Master, don’t use fallacious reasoning, falsely accuse others!"

"I am not framing you."

The old monk laughed in anger, the laugh shook the clothes in the room, illustrating the depth of his inner power.

His laughter abruptly stopped, with righteous indignation, he stared at Ding Ling, said:

"Someone reported that the leader who set fire to Shaolin Temple was you, Ding Ling! Moreover, I tracked the suspect to this inn, and then saw the Burning Wood Saber Technique Secret Manual dropped at your door!

As of now.

With both human and material evidence, do you dare to deny it?!"

"I don’t understand what you are saying."

Ding Ling snorted, with deep eyes he looked at the old monk and his party:

"I didn’t go and set fire to Shaolin Temple, nor did I take the Nine Yang Divine Skill Secret Manual. If you trust me, leave my sight at once. If not, then I can’t do anything."

"Do you really think we are easily deceived like three-year-old children?"

The old monk shouted:

"Donor Ding, if you cooperate today, follow us to Shaolin Temple and return all secret manuals, we might consider sparing you this once, merely letting you retreat to Shaolin Temple to meditate, ending the rest of your life.

If you are unaware of your position.

No choice but to fight."