Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

After two days of leisurely driving back to Tianqing Mountain, everyone felt that the gold and silver nests were not as good as their own dog kennels, and their hearts were as wild as Yaohua, and they wanted to go back to the house to lie down and drink some homemade spirits. Wine dispels the cold.

Gu Xuanzhi went to report to the teacher alone, and before parting, he looked at a few people with a gentle smile: "Everyone go back to rest, but rest is rest, don't forget anything."

Yaohua groaned in her heart, and immediately put on a pitiful expression and tugged at Gu Xuanzhi's sleeve: "Oh, senior brother~"

Gu Xuanzhi gently touched the top of her head, smiled and said: "No."

The bargaining failed, and seeing that the little junior sister didn't work, the rest of the people also accepted their brother's forgiveness, and agreed one after another, promising to start copying books tomorrow.

I don't know who suggested that copying alone is worse than copying in groups. The group made an appointment to copy the books together in the classroom the next day, and let the junior sisters bring cakes and drinks. Copying should be comfortable.

Shi Chongyan applauded the playful skills of these immortal youths, first raised his hands in agreement, and then returned to the guest house and said to Lin Feng: "You said that all your brothers and sisters are very funny, why are you the only one like this?" old-fashioned?"

Lin Feng was dissatisfied, and felt that Shi Chongyan seemed to classify him with the teacher who was in class with them: "Where am I being rigid?"

"This is not allowed, and that is not allowed." Shi Chongyan nodded left and right, "Aren't you old-fashioned?"

Lin Feng knew what he was referring to: "...It is obvious that you are too careless!"

Shi Chongyan turned a deaf ear to it, and pretended to shake his head and sigh: "Hey, it's really tiring for me to pretend to be an old-fashioned little Taoist priest."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes skillfully and ignored him.

In order not to disturb the order of the immortal sect, although Gu Xuanzhi asked Xueyan to follow him back to the mountain, he ordered him not to take human form in front of others.

Xue Yan didn't dare to do anything wrong, she turned into a fox obediently and was hugged by Lin Feng all the way, and only moved her ears when she heard the copying.

At this moment, it nestled in Lin Feng's arms, raised its head and asked, "If you are punished for copying the book, should I copy it too?"

"What are you copying, a fox should look like a fox." Shi Chongyan picked up the soft meat from the back of its neck, took it out of Lin Feng's arms, and threw it aside, "Go, go, go to the mountain and find a chicken to feed yourself Go, don't get in the way here."

There was no one else in the inn, Xueyan transformed into a human form the moment he landed, rubbing the back of his delicate neck with grievances in his eyes: "Master Taoist, look at him..."

Shi Chongyan shook his hand, not paying attention to his accusation at all, his eyes were full of: How are you doing?

Lin Feng didn't care much about the matter between the demon and the demon.

On the second day, the group of people who were punished sat at separate tables in the classroom, and there were cakes and tea on the tables, showing no sign of remorse for being punished.

Xue Yan lay at the foot of Lin Feng's table, the room was warm, and the snow-white foxes dozed off in a ball. Lin Feng wrote with one hand and plucked the fox's fur with the other, feeling very comfortable.

There was a table for one person, but Lin Feng suddenly heard a strange noise beside him. He saw Shi Chongyan move the table to his side, and then moved it again until they almost joined together.

"... What are you doing?" Lin Feng put his hand on the edge of his table and asked him in a low voice.

Everyone was sitting alone, but they were the only ones in the huge classroom, as if they were inseparable from each other, as eye-catching as possible.

"Emergency in Jianghu, put together a table and put together a table." Shi Chongyan brushed his hand away, picked up the fox who was in the way between the two, and threw it aside, completely pieced the table together, and leaned over to press it The voice asked Lin Feng, "What about copying the book?"

Xueyan was awakened by the sudden violent treatment, rolled to the side and saw that it was Shi Chongyan, and was so angry that she dared not speak.

Lin Feng looked at the other party's blank paper, and suddenly understood, pursed his lips and laughed.

"Tao Te Ching" is a Taoist classic, and all disciples recite it since childhood, and memorize it in their hearts early.

Therefore, it is said that they are copying books, but they are actually silent books. Apart from the paper used for copying, there are no original books on the table.

And Shi Chongyan, as the Demon Lord, naturally did not memorize this classic.

As "Lin Feng", it is naturally impossible not to, Lin Feng had no choice but to move to Shi Chongyan's place, and moved the half-copied paper to his side as if cheating.

"Ahem." Yaohua cleared his throat crisply behind him.

Lin Feng looked back at her, leaning her elbows on the table, she drew in the air with a horizontal pen, and said with a smile, "Brother Yan and Senior Brother Feng are so close, Yao'er is going to be jealous."

Copying books is boring, the senior brother next to him smiled when he saw it: "Junior Brother Feng, why haven't you been so clingy to us senior brothers before?"

When people gather in one place, they like to boo: "Junior brother has grown up, don't stay here."

"Hey, the younger brother who got married, the water that was thrown~"

Yaohua listened to him and poohed him: "What are you talking about, what are you marrying off, if you talk nonsense, I won't give you anything to eat!"

Shi Chongyan hit the snake with the stick, and smiled shyly: "Don't make fun of us. However, Brother Yan and I really hit it off. Right, Brother Yan?"

Lin Feng didn't want to admit it, but he had no choice but to nod, and then changed the topic: "I kind of forgot how to recite it, and I was just about to ask Brother Feng secretly. I don't want to be exposed by Miss Yaohua. I'm ashamed, ashamed."

"Brother Yan is a casual cultivator, so he is free from restraint, so it's normal not to remember. Besides, what's the use of remembering these things, and there's no need to fight."

Yaohua simply put down her pen, picked up a piece of pastry that was packaged from Qinxinzhai and preserved by magic power, put it in her mouth, and chatted.

With a mouth full of pastries, she said, "Speaking of which, you shouldn't be punished with us. How can there be any reason for guests to be punished?"

"Do as the Romans do, since we committed the crime together, we should be punished together." Lin Feng said.

Everyone will suffer from this disaster, and the culprits are the two of them.

Lin Feng is not the faceless, skinless, heartless Shi Chongyan. He feels guilty in his heart, and if he doesn't take the initiative to follow the punishment, he will feel even more guilty.

When Gu Xuanzhi happened to pass by for inspection, he saw this idle scene.

As he approached the window, he heard laughter bursting from the window, and then Yaohua saw him first, her eyes widened, a mouthful of pastry stuck in her throat and she almost choked to death.

Seeing that her little face was flushed from coughing, and others were busy serving her tea, she coughed and waved her hands vigorously, hurriedly stuffing the cakes under the table, talking anxiously.

It's a pity that his mouth was vague, and no one really understood.

The figure outside the house moved, and only then did someone realize it, and whispered: "Stop making trouble! Eldest brother is here!"

The scene was chaotic for a while, everyone retracted their legs, hid their plates, Lin Feng was confused even though he hadn't done anything, his sleeves danced with inkstones, and a puddle of ink splashed onto the paper bit by bit.

The one I just copied is immediately invalid, and the clothes have to go back to be washed.

Only Shi Chongyan was the only one in the audience who was as immovable as a mountain, with a calm expression on his face. The tea, cakes and tributes on the table were left uneaten and confiscated. When Gu Xuanzhi stepped into the door, he took the lead and said, "Hello, senior brother."

"Hello, brother!"

"Hello, brother."

"Brother... hiccup."

I don't know who ate too fast and hiccupped. The room was silent for a moment, but I couldn't hold it back, and low laughter kept coming and going.

Gu Xuanzhi was trying to keep a straight face, but Wen Sheng couldn't help laughing, and sighed softly: "You guys..."

Yaohua wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, and picked up the plate from under the table flatteringly: "Brother, how about that..."

"Let's eat together?"

When Gu Xuanzhi left, he took away a few food boxes of pastries, leaving behind a mournful sound in the room.

Seeing his shadow leave, everyone started to chew two bad words behind their backs to vent their anger, but when one of them said half a sentence, they suddenly saw a figure approaching, they hurriedly stopped, almost biting their own tongues.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Gu Xuanzhi left and returned, and said at the door with his hands behind his back, "Just now I went to see Master Hongyun, and Master said that in two days another immortal friend will come to visit. You finish copying as soon as possible in the past two days, and then you will perform your duties as usual. By the way, you only have your own family members on weekdays, and you should restrain yourself in front of others, don't..."

"Got it." Yaohua likes to be lively, and when he heard a guest coming, he forgot the pain of having the cakes taken away, and continued with a smile, "Don't embarrass us at Tianqing Mountain, right?"

Gu Xuanzhi smiled gently: "You said that, I never feel ashamed of you."

"Brother gives face, Yao'er knows it well." Yaohua laughed at herself, "Don't worry, brother, if you have friends from afar, you must treat them well, and you won't scare them."

He also asked a few people to copy the books carefully, concentrate on introspection, and stop wasting time in pursuit of pleasure, and Gu Xuanzhi left again.

Most of Lin Feng's ink was spilled, so he had to roll up his sleeves and grind the ink again. Shi Chongyan took the paper on which the ink was painted and copied it.

Shi Chongyan's pen tip was stained with ink, and he tapped a stroke. Thinking in his mind, he pretended to be curious and asked casually: "You say, don't send immortal friends to visit at this time, what will happen?"

Lin Feng heard the rustling sound of himself grinding ink, just like his teacher Chongyan, and seemed to smell something vaguely.

"Hmm..." Yaohua thought for a while, "Perhaps what is going to be...uh, the Spirit Sword Conference?"

The other person shook his head: "The Spirit Sword Conference is held every ten years, and it's always in the spring. It's going to be the twelfth lunar month. How could it be? Besides, if it's going to happen, everyone in the world should know about it. How could it be so sudden."

"Xu... just came here for fun? The autumn scenery on our mountain is beautiful."

"Ha, play, you know how to play."

"Hey, You……"

The two people next to each other put down their pens when they disagreed, and they wanted to decide who was better.

The person next to him thought of something, and said slowly: "I left something at Eldest Senior Brother yesterday. When I went to Sanqing Hall to look for him, I heard him talking to Senior Uncle about something very serious. Don't send any visitors, Xu Yes, related to this matter?"

"What's the matter?" Yaohua turned to ask curiously.

"I didn't hear it very clearly, but they looked very serious." He thought for a while, "Oh, didn't you say that the Demon Lord showed up in the city we went to this time? What they said seemed to be related to the Demon Lord. .”

"What are you doing?" Shi Chongyan laughed, "Could it be possible that we are discussing a Demon Slayer Conference?"

"Ah, maybe." The bystanders thought it was reasonable. They hung their pens in the air and nodded, agreeing, "Isn't it rumored that the Demon Lord left Luoyue Mountain? Maybe..."

Lin Feng glanced sideways at Shi Chongyan's erratic expression behind everyone's back, feeling inexplicably gloating.

He chuckled lightly, and continued: "Perhaps, it's a good opportunity to take down the Demon Cult in one fell swoop. Brother Feng, don't you think so?"

Shi Chongyan slapped a very long stroke on the paper, and the ink color stained a large piece, tilted his head to Lin Feng and raised the corner of his lips: "Yes."

He turned his head, picked up the pen and dropped it again, laughing in his heart.

If so, that would be really interesting.

A group of Taoist priests gathered together to discuss how to destroy the Demon Sect, but they didn't know that the Demon Lord himself was already sitting among them.

It's really, really interesting.

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Thanks to a big Maine Coon cat for feeding mines~