The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

Ji Li thought that the girl would readily agree, but she never thought that the girl shook her head like a rattle, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "You don't want to?"

The girl was holding a big broom that was half a person tall in her hands and shook her head quickly, probably because she couldn't speak, so she was looking around for something to write on.

"You write it." Ji Li slowly stretched out his hand to the slightly stunned girl.

Changying stared blankly at the senior aunt in front of her, and then lightly touched the protruding palm with her fingertips, only to realize that the senior aunt's palm was as cold as Master Li.

It's cold to the touch in midsummer, Changying bowed her head and wrote seriously:

[But Master didn't tell Changying to go to Zangshuge? 】

"Don't worry, I've made this matter clear to your master, so there's no need to worry." Ji Li saw the girl's obedient appearance earnestly writing, and inexplicably wanted to hold her in his arms and tease her fiercely.

But now the girl is so stupid that she can't recognize herself, even if Ji Li thinks about it again, she has no choice but to pretend that she has no other choice.

As soon as these words came out, Changying was even more worried. She originally wanted to say something else to politely reject the aunt, but the aunt turned around gracefully, leaving no chance for Changying to explain.

When Aunt An heard that her senior sister had proposed Changying to go to Zangshu Pavilion, she was actually a little surprised.

Pingxu Gymnasium has accepted disciples all over the world for thousands of years. Ordinary disciples with no qualifications like Changying would let her go down the mountain after practicing for at most three years.

Cultivation of immortals has never been something that ordinary people can achieve. No matter how hard Chang Ying is on weekdays, the progress is really slow.

Most of the disciples in Zangshu Pavilion don't need to study qualifications, and most of them are doing some tidy work on weekdays, which suits Changying's dull temperament.

In the early morning, Changying was taken to Zangshu Pavilion by her aunt. The straight tower went straight into the clouds, and she couldn't even see how high it was.

Looking at the girl looking up, Ji Li couldn't help laughing, pretending to be calm and suppressing his voice, he said: "This is the Book Collection Pavilion, just go in quickly."

Pingxu Daoist Hall is built on Wuya Mountain, and Wuya Mountain is as high as ten thousand zhang. The main hall of Pingxu Daoist Hall is the closest place in the world to the fairyland.

There are countless ancient books of Taoist scriptures and spells stored in the Zangshu Pavilion. It is heard that the higher the level of the collection, the more profound and mysterious the spells are, but in order to prevent the demons from stealing, the attic hangs magic mirrors.

Ji Li sneaked here once, and was almost seriously injured at that time, so he stopped at the gate.

Changying looked at the aunt next to her in confusion, and wrote on her palm with her fingertips: "Aren't you going in, aunt?"

"Cangshu Pavilion is managed by an old Taoist beside me, so I can't accompany you if I want to practice." Ji Li frowned slightly and looked at the magic mirror on it, "Remember to go back to the bamboo house at night, you know?"

The girl nodded again and again, and then entered the library without noticing.

Perhaps it is because the treasure mirror of Zangshu Pavilion is only aimed at the big monster with a high level of cultivation. The girl crossed the threshold of Zangshu Pavilion unscathed. Seeing that the figure was about to disappear, she tilted her head and poked her head out again, waving obediently with a smile on her face. The little hand exaggeratedly said to the mouth:

[Auntie, don't worry, Changying will work hard! 】

It was probably because the girl's foolish smile was too bright and eye-catching, Ji Li couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, feeling really stupid in her heart.

The inside of the Library Pavilion was very bright, and Chang Ying looked up at the towering and dense bookshelves all around, filled with countless books.

Changying remembered that Mr. Li likes to read books on weekdays, so he probably would like this place too.

Sitting in front of the big high table in the corner of the library was a white-haired old woman, her face was already full of wrinkles, but her figure was still straight and energetic, she seemed to be in good shape.

There are still a lot of Daoist disciples in this book storage pavilion busy moving books, as if they are very busy.

Chang Ying cautiously avoided the busy Taoist priests, stood on tiptoe with great effort to barely expose her head to the high table and handed over a note:

[Hello, I am Changying, a disciple of Aunt An. 】

The old woman's white hair was a little disheveled, holding the book in one hand and holding the pen in the other, as if she was reluctant to take her eyes off the book, turned her head to look at Chang Ying, but her expression was a little serious.

"Are you the little girl who came to Zangshu Pavilion to do odd jobs?"

Changying nodded repeatedly and smiled, took out a pen and paper from her small bag and wrote:

[Changying is not afraid of being tired, she can do many things! 】

The old lady looked at the girl in front of her with a fresh look.

She is clearly a demon but she doesn't have any demonic aura, and there is no evil in her eyes, but she is extremely pure. What's more, the girl seems to have a hundred years of Taoist cultivation, but the surrounding area seems to be surrounded by the faint demonic aura left by a big demon with a high cultivation base.

Really, weird.

"Can't talk?" The old woman reached out to hold the girl's face, and naturally saw the wound on the neck.

Changying didn't expect the old lady to come so close suddenly, she couldn't hide on her tiptoes, so she nodded stiffly.

The old woman focused her eyes on the girl's neck, held a charm between her fingertips, put it in the girl's palm and said, "It's not a big deal, as long as you burn this spell into talisman water to drink, you should be able to make a sound."

Chang Ying looked at the charm in her palm and nodded blankly, thinking that although the old lady looked a bit fierce, she still seemed to be a very nice person.

For most of the day, Changying helped organize books in the library, because the library is too big.

The densely packed bookshelves are like dense forest branches, and the books are the branches and leaves of the forest. Changying is like a little butterfly busy dizzying on the branches and leaves.

In the afternoon, the Zangshu Pavilion was a little cleaner, and Changying sat at the high table with the vegetarian food brought from outside to eat.

At this time, Changying discovered that the old woman was sitting in a wheelchair, probably because she was too old.

It's just that the old woman doesn't seem to eat or drink water, and she just concentrates on reading a book all day long, and doesn't care about her gray hair that looks like dry grass.

"Where are you from, little girl?" the old woman asked suddenly.

Changying chewed the food carefully, and wrote with one hand: [A place far away. 】

Sister Yao told Changying not to mention the demon world to humans.

The old woman looked at the demonic aura that seemed to be lingering around the girl, and counted with her fingers, she was not only surprised, but the little girl couldn't figure it out.

But all living things in the Three Realms have their origins to follow, unless the girl is a thing that escaped the cycle of the Three Realms.

It was getting dark in the evening, Chang Ying saluted the old woman and left the library.

The old woman cast a spell and quietly pasted a small paper man's talisman behind the girl.

Wuya Mountain is very big, and the head of the main hall on the top has never been there before. Compared with other manors, Shigu's bamboo house is located in a remote location.

When Changying returned to the bamboo forest, she soon saw the hidden bamboo house. This bamboo house was not bigger than the nearby manor, but rather simple.

Surrounded by dense bamboo forests and streams flowing slowly from the mountains, it is also a place of refuge.

The lamp was already on in the room, Changying opened the door and entered, and saw the aunt sitting cross-legged, because she was afraid of revealing her identity, so most of the time Changying did not dare to approach.

The food was placed on the table next to it, and the aroma was very attractive. Changying lightly put down the small cloth bag containing paper and pens, not intending to disturb the aunt's practice.

Ji Li waited for a long time for the girl to return, and worried that she would get lost.

"Are you still used to it today?" Ji Li looked at the girl who was holding a soup bowl with both hands, her cheeks were bulging, she must be really hungry.

Changying quickly swallowed the soup and nodded, and took out books, paper and pens from the small cloth bag by the way:

[This is a book that the old lady lent Chang Ying. 】

"It's better to read more ancient books on magic techniques when you have time." Ji Li almost said that this kind of book full of benevolence, righteousness and morality is of no use to girls to improve their cultivation.

The girl nodded in bewilderment, then obediently ate her food, being very quiet for a while.

When Changying finished her meal and was about to pack the dishes, she suddenly remembered the spell given by the old lady.

Ji Li looked at the talisman that the girl took out from her sleeve pocket, and asked cautiously.

The girl wrote down the story in detail, and even believed it very much, as if she really wanted to drink the curse water soaked in the ashes of the spell.

"Wait a minute, let me see." When Ji Li reached out for the talisman, his fingertips touched the girl's fingertips unintentionally, but it hurt like being burned by a raging fire.

Changying watched the amulet fall from the hand of the aunt to the ground with her own eyes, leaned over to pick up the amulet, wiped it as a treasure, and quickly handed it over.

Ji Li tightly held his burnt palm, frowning slightly as he looked at the girl who didn't know what happened.

Chang Ying held the talisman paper in both hands, looked up in confusion at the aunt who didn't want to reach out for the talisman paper anymore.

"I'm a little tired, you put it aside and look at it later." Ji Li avoided the girl's approach defensively, and sat down by the window as if nothing had happened.

The girl put the talisman on the table without realizing it, and then went out to fetch water and wash with the bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

When the footsteps faded away, Ji Li reached out and picked up the talisman. The talisman didn't seem like a harmful spell, but it was not known whether it could cure the girl's dumb injury.

But why did he get hurt when he touched a girl?

Ji Li frowned slightly and opened his palms, revealing a bloody scar on his fair skin, many of which were even burnt.

If it wasn't for Ji Li's timely response, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the injury.

After Changying finished washing, she came back from the house to fetch water and waited for the aunt to wash up.

Shigu sat by the window limply, with a rather serious expression, as if she was thinking about something important.

When the breeze came slowly outside the window, the lamps in the house were suddenly blown out, and the bright moonlight fell clearly into the house, and the aunt bathed in the cold moonlight seemed like a fairy from the world.

"Aren't you going to hold the lamp?" Ji Li couldn't help being a little confused when he met the girl's gaze.

When Chang Ying regained consciousness in a daze, she quickly relit the lamp.

Ji Li turned his head to the girl who was protecting the faint light of the lamp, only to notice a paper man spell faintly appearing on her back.

It seems that there is an expert in Zangshuge who has a lot of knowledge.

When Changying poked her head, she happened to meet the gaze of the teacher's aunt, and she couldn't help being very flustered, wondering if she had exposed her flaws?

Fortunately, Shigu quickly looked away, held the talisman paper between her fingers, and called out very calmly: "Come here."

Mostly because Master Li often said this, Changying stared blankly at her aunt, and couldn't help but want to see what she looked like under the half black mask.

Ji Li frowned and looked at the girl who refused to come, thinking that the girl who was always obedient and well-behaved shouldn't be so abnormal.

Could it be that the girl was really cursed by an expert?

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