The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

Chang Ying, who is full of thoughts of using persimmons to make adults happy, has no idea that the climate in the mountains and forests is unpredictable.

In the afternoon, there was a sudden gust of wind in Zangshu Pavilion, and the torrential rain poured down in an instant. Even the birds who had gone out to hunt for food hurriedly flew back to the nests they built under the eaves.

The rain was rushing down the eaves, and Changying turned her head to look at the rain that had never stopped, and asked worriedly, "Why doesn't it stop raining?"

Zirou has been in Wuya Mountain for many years, and naturally knows that autumn is the rainy season in the mountains and forests, so she wrote an excerpt from the scriptures: "I'm afraid it will rain for at least several days."

Unexpectedly, it rained for more than half a month. When the rain finally stopped, Changying happily went to the vegetable garden to have a look, only to find out that most of the persimmons had been picked and sold for money, and the remaining green and unripe persimmons were blown away by the strong wind and heavy rain. It's all rotten in the ground.

Because Changying didn't pick the persimmons, Changying went back to the bamboo house in a depressed mood at night, abnormally not talking about the trivial things during the day.

Ji Liwo sat by the window and read a book, she didn't say anything, but the girl buried her head in the meal, packed her things consciously and got up to go outside.

"Where are you going?"

The girl responded dumbfounded: "Didn't Master Li want to grow up and sleep outside?"

Ji Li looked at the pouring rain outside the window and said, "I think you've behaved quite well these days, so you can sleep on the floor in the house for now."

Changying smiled and said, "Okay."

When the light in the bamboo house was extinguished, Chang Ying was lying on the soft quilt, listening to the sound of rain falling intermittently outside the window, and gradually became sleepy.

In the middle of the night, Ji Li hadn't fallen asleep yet, but he heard the girl's steady breathing. It was obvious that she was already sound asleep.

In early winter, snowflakes covered the entire Wuya Mountain, and the courtyard of Zangshuge was also piled up with clean snow.

At noon, Changying was having a fast meal, when she turned her head and saw a few birds sitting on a window sill to avoid the wind and snow. The young birds were able to forage in the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

In winter, there is not much fruit for the birds to forage in the mountains and forests. Sometimes Changying often uses a small porcelain plate to hold some of his vegetarian dishes or rice to feed them.

"This is delicious." Changying handed over the small porcelain plate, and saw the birds around the small porcelain plate with their heads down pecking at the rice.

Zirou went in holding the book, and heard the little nun talking and laughing to the bird.

Although this is not the first time Zirou has seen it, sometimes the little Taoist nun even talks to the flowers and plants in the courtyard, this little Taoist nun is really different from ordinary people.

When Zirou walked over, the bird had already flapped its wings and flew back to the nest.

Changying cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, looked at Senior Sister Zirou and asked, "Has Senior Sister Zirou rested better?"

In winter, the weather in the mountains and forests is extremely cold, and Zirou usually takes a rest in the afternoon, "Yeah."

"What were you talking to the birds about?"

Zirou teased the little nun half-jokingly.

"I didn't say anything." Chang Ying, who was suddenly asked, froze and shook her head repeatedly.

Ever since she knew that Senior Sister Zirou hated monsters, Chang Ying didn't dare to reveal her identity casually.

"Well, I'm going to pack my things."

Seeing the little Taoist nun leaving in a hurry with the dishes in her hands, Zirou felt a little strange in her heart.

Zirou, who entered Wuya Mountain since she was a child, actually doesn't have anyone close to talk to. The little Taoist nun has a good temperament and is very comfortable to get along with.

But these days, the little nun seems to be very reserved, and she is always a little alienated from herself on weekdays, so Zirou can't help but feel a little lost.

A heavy snow stopped for a while, and Changying took a broom to sweep the snow in the courtyard. The ancient trees in the courtyard lost a lot of leaves in winter, and in a blink of an eye, only bare branches remained.

When Changying returned to the cabinet, her little face was flushed from the cold, and Zirou handed her warm tea, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Changying held the teacup in both hands and took a sip, turning her head to look at the towering old tree. "Such a big tree must have lived for many years, right?"

"Well, I heard that where the Pingxu Gym was established thousands of years ago, this ancient tree existed."

"Won't it be boring?"

Zirou couldn't help laughing when she heard the little Taoist nun's words: "Shu, how can you be boring?"

Unexpectedly, the little Taoist nun replied seriously: "Yes."

Probably because of childishness, Zirou didn't argue with her: "Maybe you're right."

While the two were talking, the black crow flew into the library from the window. Because of the snowflakes on its body, its wings shook off, and a lot of snowflakes fell on the bookshelf.

Changying turned her head to look at the big black crow, which was not small in size. Because she often saw it bullying the birds, she felt that the big black crow was very fierce.

It's just that the birds have left the Zangshu Pavilion in the deep winter, "Why doesn't it go down the mountain?"

The big black crow, which was busy combing its feathers, turned its head and refused to talk to Changying, and flew to other bookshelves instead.

Zirou picked up a handkerchief and wiped the snowflakes on the bookshelf. "This crow has a very strange temper. It is not afraid of anyone else, but it is only afraid of old women."

"What does it eat now?" Changying followed the big black crow flying between the bookshelves, holding a handkerchief in his hand to wipe off the snow and water stains left by its footsteps.

"I don't know either." Zirou wiped the cover of the book carefully, "Maybe it's smarter than other birds, so it saved winter food in advance."

When Changying stepped on the wooden bench and stood on tiptoe to wipe off the snow, the big black crow suddenly landed on Changying's head, and even made a cry similar to laughter.

"Huh?" Chang Ying looked at the big black crow on her head without daring to move, fearing that it would fall off, so she wanted to reach out and hug it down.

But before he could touch the feather, the big black crow pecked at it suddenly, Chang Ying quickly withdrew his hand in pain.

Seeing such a scene, Zirou couldn't help laughing out loud, "How could you let a black crow bully you?"

The big black crow stretched its wings and flew back to the window sill, and Changying's ball head stuck in the back of his head scattered, "I thought it was playing with me, but who knew it would bite me."

"Let me take a look?" Seeing the little Taoist nun's aggrieved appearance, Zirou became a little worried, after all, this black crow is really fierce in normal times.

Changying put her hands behind her back and shook her head, "It's fine."

"Is it all right?"

"Yeah." Changying knew that her injuries would usually recover soon.

Zirou looked at the little Taoist nun's soft and black hair and said, "Then let me re-comb your hair?"

"Okay." Changying looked at Senior Sister Zirou who had already walked in front of her and couldn't say no.

The little Taoist nun sat aside obediently, and Zirou stood behind holding the wooden comb, lightly holding her soft long hair with her palm, her eyes fell on the little Taoist nun's face and sighed: "Your complexion is so white."

Although girls at this age are young and beautiful, most of them will have small spots or red beans, but this little Taoist nun's complexion is as white as a delicate porcelain vase, and her watery eyes are bright and moving.

Changying didn't dare to move her head and responded obediently: "Senior Sister Zirou is also pretty."

"You know how to compliment people." Zirou rolled up the broken hair on the back of the little nun's neck with a smile, thinking that her appearance had always been quite ordinary, and now she was past the age of beauty.

Before using the wooden hairpin to tie up the little Taoist nun's hair, Zirou took a special look at the little Taoist nun's hand, but fortunately there was really no injury.

I saw the little Taoist nun holding a bronze mirror to look at it and muttering: "But the sweetheart is the prettiest."

Seeing the little Taoist girl's silly words, Zirou asked curiously: "Is it possible that your sweetheart is prettier than you?"

"En." Changying nodded, and turned her head to look at Senior Sister Zirou with a serious face, "Changying has never met anyone more beautiful than her sweetheart."

Zirou was a little curious about how good a man could be when he said this.

At this time, the voice of a Taoist priest looking for books came from outside, and the little Taoist nun put down the bronze mirror and ran out quickly.

Zirou held the wooden comb in her hand, thinking that maybe she was suspicious, the little Taoist nun had no reason to be unfamiliar with her, maybe she just took her to see the execution that day, so she frightened her.

After all, the little Taoist nun has a pure heart, and even cherishes the flowers and plants.

In the winter, there are fewer Taoists coming to Zangshu Pavilion, so it is rare to have a leisure time. In the morning, Changying is reciting the heart formula taught by the old woman.

After finally Chang Ying stumbled and recited the mantra in front of the old woman, the big black crow on the window sill suddenly let out a mocking cry.

"Shut up." The old woman cast a spell between her fingers and threw the black crow out of the library.

Changying watched the big black crow shed a lot of feathers, but did not leave, but circled around pitifully, and never heard the strange cry of the big black crow again.

The old woman looked at the girl and said, "You are a good student, just take your time."

"Ok!"

Most of the Taoist priests who came to Zangshu Pavilion in the afternoon came in groups of three or four, among whom the practice of Taoism was different, and even the selection of books was also different.

Changying ran back and forth in the bookshelves several times before finding all the books they wanted.

"They are the introductory disciples of the second master Huihai. Because of their high aptitude, they almost practice books covering most types of spells in Zangshu Pavilion, which is troublesome for you." Zirou always looks pale in winter It's very serious, and occasionally I can't stop coughing, so if I run, it will be troublesome to the little Taoist.

"No wonder I think they seem to be much more powerful than the disciples who come here usually." Changying sat by the side and poured tea for Senior Sister Zirou.

Zirou looked at the caring little Taoist nun and reminded: "But you should pay attention to everything. After all, there are many sects in Taoism, and everything is not always one mind, and there will be some disputes from time to time."

"What does this mean?" Changying doesn't like to drink slightly bitter tea, so she will use honey to make sugar water by herself.

"The current old head of the Pingxu Pavilion has five disciples, and the five disciples are best at the five elements. Because they practice different Taoism, the remaining disciples naturally also practice different Taoism, so they set up different disciplines in Wuya Mountain. There are many disputes in secret on weekdays over the cultivation and management of the manor caves, but now it is heard that the old master is about to pass away, and the new master is yet to be chosen, so all the manors are not peaceful."

Changying took a sip of sugar water contentedly, remembering that the head of Xuanfeng mentioned by the old Taoist priest asked: "Then who is the second disciple of the head of Xuanqing?"

"Are you confused?" Zi Rou warmed his hands holding a teacup, "The current old master is named Deren, and Xuan Qing is the youngest disciple of the master, and he has not yet accepted disciples."

"That's it." Changying only heard about the demon world from the elders, but she didn't know much about the situation on the Taoist side of Xianmen.

But at the beginning, the old Taoist only mentioned the second disciple of the head of Xuanqing, Changying was a little confused for a while and asked: "Then the head of Xuanqing is not the head?"

Seeing the little Taoist girl's stupid look, Zirou smiled and said, "Of course, Master Xuanqing is the last of the old master's five disciples to start, and there is no faction in the gym now, so you can't mess around with that." If you say it, be careful not to annoy the other disciples of the manor."

"Oh." Changying obviously didn't realize that she came too early.

During the conversation between the two, I saw the young Taoist priest with fluttering robes enter, and Senior Sister Zirou suddenly restrained her smile and said, "Long time no see."

"Well, I'm here to return the books." Changying saw Senior Sister Zirou who was talking with the young Taoist priest, and took the initiative to lead the Taoist priest to the bookshelf in the cabinet. The voice of the two conversations became smaller and smaller.

Sitting at the high table, Changying lowered her head and sipped sugar water, and planned to study the ink and extract the scriptures, but because of her keen hearing, she could still hear Senior Sister Zirou's conversation.

"Why haven't you been here recently?"

"Recently, I was going down the mountain with my master to collect monsters. I met a big monster on the way, so I missed the time to return to the mountain."

"That's really hard work for you."

"Miss Zirou, you are being polite."

When the young Taoist came to register at the high table with a book in his hand, Senior Sister Zirou followed him out of the bookshelf.

"If there is any news, please let me know." Senior Sister Zirou whispered as she escorted the young Taoist priest out of Zangshu Pavilion.

"Miss Zirou, please don't worry, it is my duty to subdue demons and demons."

Changying sipped the honey that was about to melt in her mouth, and looked curiously at the books borrowed by the young Taoist priest, most of which were advanced techniques related to fire.

"His cultivation base seems to be very powerful."

"Well, he is the direct disciple of the third senior uncle, and he is also the most outstanding among the third generation of disciples. I heard that the old master has praised his talent and intelligence many times."

Zirou sat beside her again to copy the scriptures, and saw the little Taoist aunt looking over with sparkling eyes, and asked coldly, "Is he the sweetheart of Senior Sister Zirou?"

"What?" Zirou looked at the little nun in a daze, and smiled helplessly, "I just ask him for help, don't think about it."

"I didn't talk nonsense, obviously that Taoist priest has been staring at Senior Sister Zirou."

Zirou flipped through the scriptures and responded calmly: "Although Taoist priests in Pingxu Hall can form a relationship with Taoism, it just depends on the aptitude of cultivation. I am just a mortal womb covered in ailments."

Although Changying couldn't understand what Senior Sister Zirou said, she vaguely felt that Senior Sister Zirou was unhappy.

At night, when Chang Ying and Master Li reported what happened during the day, they were puzzled and asked what was in their hearts.

"Why is Senior Sister Zirou upset?"

Ji Li was lying reclined with a book in his hand, and saw the girl kneeling and beating her legs chattering non-stop, and said with a slight frown, "Why do you care so much about the mundane affairs of these two mortals? "

Changying didn't notice the crisis at all and responded: "Because Senior Sister Zirou is very kind to Changying, Changying also wants to be kind to Senior Sister Zirou."

"Stupid." Ji Li didn't expect the girl to forget the nightmare she was frightened of last time so quickly.

I really don't have a long memory at all.

In the middle of the night, Changying got up to lay the bedding, but then remembered that it was already winter and asked, "Master Li, if you are afraid of the cold in winter, would you like to add more bedding?"

Ji Li looked at the girl in single clothes and trousers and said, "Don't be so troublesome, why don't you just come here?"

The girl was stunned for a while before she realized it, and got into the bed with a smile on her face.

After the lights in the bamboo house were extinguished, the heavy snow outside the window was still a little bright, and Changying hadn't slept on the bed with Mrs. Li for a long time, and her heart was still full of anxiety.

"Don't move around." Ji Li put his arms around the girl next to him, probably because of the flame beads, the girl was like a stove.

"Oh."

Changying really didn't turn around again, she looked straight at Master Li's side face, counted her fingers and said, "Master Li, have you not drank blood for a long time?"

Ji Li slowly opened his eyes and looked at the girl, "If you keep making noise, believe it or not, I'll throw you out?"

As soon as these words came out, the girl tightly shut her mouth and did not dare to make a sound.

In fact, ever since Ye Jili realized that being intimate with a girl would cause her fever for no reason, she didn't dare to get too close to her easily.

After all, the burning feeling was really hard for Ji Li to express.

The more Ji Li thought about it, he wanted to keep some distance from the girl, so he let go of his hand and turned his back to her.

Who would have thought that the girl hugged her tightly, and her warm breath fell tightly beside her ear.

"What are you doing?" Ji Li could even feel the scorching temperature brought by the girl, it was really terrible.

Chang Ying poked her head and responded seriously: "In this way, Mr. Li won't be afraid of the cold."

Ji Li pushed the girl's hand away from her, put her fingertips against her forehead and pushed her away, "Who said I'm cold?"

"But it's really cold." Changying held the hand on her forehead.

"You..." Ji Li looked at the hand covered by the girl in front of him, and withdrew it in shame, "Stay away from me, or I'll throw you out."

Chang Ying looked at Master Li who was facing away from her, and still couldn't figure out why.

Obviously Li-sama's hand is really cold.

In the second half of the night, Ji Li vaguely felt as if he was being roasted on a fire, and fine sweat slowly oozes from his forehead.

And Changying had a sweet dream in the second half of the night, and Senior Sister Zirou made delicious vegetarian buns, so Changying wanted to take them back for Master Li to taste.

But Changying found that the vegetarian buns in front of her were eating more and more, and she became anxious in her dream.

Ji Li woke up when the sky was dim, and the hair on his cheeks was soaked in sweat and stuck tightly to his cheeks.

The clothes were slightly disheveled, revealing some jade-like whiteness, and the girl was sleeping soundly in her arms at some point, her scorching breath scalding her like a brand.

There was a bang in the room, Changying fell a little hurt, she opened her eyes in a daze, only to see Master Li clutching her clothes, her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were full of anger and said: "Go out, don't come back without my order!"

Changying who came to Zangshu Pavilion early in the morning was very wronged, and her face was red and swollen, which was very obvious.

Zirou looked at the little nun in surprise and quickly asked, "Who are you being bullied by?"

Holding the big porridge bowl in both hands, the little nun shook her head and replied in a low voice, "I didn't get bullied, I just accidentally fell down."

"Okay, why did you fall in the face?"

Changying swallowed the porridge and said with dodge eyes, "I don't know, I just fell off the bed."

Seeing that the little Taoist nun was hiding something deliberately, Zirou had no choice but to not force her, and went to find some ointment to wipe with her.

This day, Rou obviously felt the little Taoist nun's depression, and she didn't see her getting up to leave at dusk.

"Would you like to stay and rest overnight?" Zirou looked at the little Taoist nun who was picking up rice with a spoon and looking out of the window frequently.

Changying thought for a while and replied: "Yes."

If you go back now, you might be beaten to death by Mr. Li.

Although Chang Ying often saw Master Li lose his temper in the past, but it has never been so frightening as it is today.

At night, Changying was laying bedding on the floor of Zangshu Pavilion, and Zirou asked puzzledly, "Aren't you really going to sleep with me?"

"Hmm." Changying was afraid of revealing her identity, and when Senior Sister Zirou left the pavilion, she turned off the lights early. No wonder she confidently thought that her anger might dissipate by tomorrow.

So Changying, who hadn't returned all night, left the library and went back to the bamboo house early the next day, and was scared out of her unexpectedly.

"You still know to come back?" Ji Li Emei frowned slightly as he looked at the girl who didn't return home at night, his anger was already written on his face.

Changying was so frightened that her legs were a little weak, she reached out to hold the door and dared not step in, and responded in a low voice: "Master Li, don't be angry, okay?"

Ji Li looked coldly at the girl's right cheek which had already healed and said, "I think you might as well live with that Senior Sister Zirou."

The girl shook her head again and again, "Not good."

Just when Ji Li didn't know what to say, Changying held the food box and said, "Here are fresh vegetarian buns."

In order to leave it to Master Li, Changying herself was reluctant to eat it.

Before the words finished, Ji Li's complexion changed suddenly, and he looked at the girl with flushed cheeks and said, "I won't eat!"

"Okay." Changying was so frightened that she hugged the food box tightly, and seeing that Mr. Li was very angry, she retreated for a while, and planned to leave the bamboo house to avoid angering Mr. Li.

But before Chang Ying could take a step, Mr. Li suddenly said, "You are leaving, and you will not come back."

Changying stopped and had to turn around and respond: "Then what should I do?"

Ji Li looked at the girl leaning against the door, feeling ashamed and annoyed, "Do you know what you did?"

"I don't know." The girl shook her head quickly.

These words should be so straightforward that Ji Li couldn't blame her, so she tilted her head and said, "Come here."

I thought that this should not let the girl take advantage of me in vain.

"Oh." Changying went in with the food box, only to see that the doors and windows were closed suddenly, and it was suddenly darker.

"Why do you have to close the doors and windows?" Changying was so nervous that she didn't dare to get close to Mr. Li, for fear that she would be slapped away with a palm.

Ji Li raised his eyebrows as he watched the girl walk towards him slowly and said, "Go take a bath now."

"Bath?" Changying put down the food box, still very hungry.

"Why, you don't listen to me?"

The girl shook her head and replied, "No disobedience."

When the water mist was lingering, Changying soaked in the bathtub, only feeling that the eyes of Mr. Li on the side looked a little scary.

"Master Li, do you want to wash up together?" Changying thought thoughtfully and took the initiative to speak out.

Ji Li almost spit out the tea that he hadn't swallowed yet, looking at the girl whose cheeks were slightly flushed by the hot water, "No need."

"Okay." Changying felt that it was strange to be the closest to the adults.

But I can't tell where it's weird.

When Changying sat limply wrapped in a thin underwear, Sir Li was still drinking the cup of tea.

The room was already a little dark, Changying was very hungry and said, "Master Li, what are we going to do next?"

Ji Li put down the teacup in his hand, stepped up and walked towards Ruantan, caressing the side of the girl's face with his fingertips, his index finger slid from her crooked brow to the corner of her eyes, and finally hovered at the corner of her bright red mouth.

Probably because she just took a bath, the girl was even hotter than usual, Ji Li clearly saw the cyan centipede hovering on the back of his hand hastily avoided touching the girl's index finger.

"You did something bad to me, do you know?" Ji Li stood in front of the girl and looked down at her.

The girl blinked brightly and charmingly in response: "What's wrong?"

Ji Li pinched the girl's cheek with his fingertips and replied, "I'll show you and you'll know."

A long time ago, Changying remembered that Master Li had mentioned something bad. At that time, Changying thought that kissing was the bad thing that Master Li was referring to.

So when Ji Li lightly grasped the belt, the girl's staring eyes didn't even blink, but she was very curious.

The whole room was so quiet that Ji Li could hear his frantically throbbing heartbeat clearly.

It was obviously a prank on the girl, but in the end it turned into a punishment for Ji Li.

"Is Changying here?" Zirou was worried that the little Taoist aunt would be bullied by someone, so she wanted to talk to the elder aunt about the situation.

Unexpectedly, the door of the bamboo house was closed tightly, so Zirou had no choice but to call out.

The room suddenly seemed to be in a panic, Changying looked at Mr. Li who hurriedly covered her with a quilt, and when she was about to ask, she was so frightened by Mr. Li's overly dangerous eyes that she quickly shut up.

"Put on your clothes, you know?" Ji Li was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at the girl, and hurried out.

"What's the matter?" Ji Li looked at Zirou who came to the door, and was still a little annoyed.

Zirou naturally felt the oppressive aura of the master aunt and quickly backed away: "Chang Ying, something is wrong recently, so Zirou wanted to come and see it."

"There's nothing wrong with her, you worry too much."

"But……"

Before she could say anything, Changying was fully dressed and poked her head out from Master Li to call out, "Senior Sister Zirou, why are you here?"

Ji Li's entire face darkened quite a bit, and he turned his head to look at the disappointing girl.

Seeing the little Taoist girl's natural expression, Zirou thought that she was overthinking, and hurriedly said, "Let me come and see if you finished eating the steamed stuffed bun?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Only then did Changying remember that she was still hungry.

The two answered questions one after another, and Zirou didn't leave the bamboo house until Changying finished eating the vegetarian buns.

"It's so supportive." Changying sent Senior Sister Zirou out of the bamboo house with a bulging stomach.

Zirou held up the lantern and looked at the bamboo house in the deep forest, somewhat nervously said in a low voice: "Why do I feel that Master Aunt doesn't seem very happy?"

"Maybe it's because I did something bad." It's just that until now Changying doesn't know what bad thing he did to Master Li.

Sir Li didn't do anything just now.

Zirou looked at the naive little Taoist aunt Ying: "What bad things have you done?"

The little nun shook her head and replied, "I don't know either."

amount……

After Senior Sister Song Zirou left the bamboo forest, Chang Ying turned around and went back to the bamboo house.

Ji Li looked at the girl who came back with a cold face and said, "I thought you left with Zi Rou."

"No." Chang Ying stepped forward hesitantly, reached out to beat Master Li on the back, "Master Li, don't be angry."

"It's useless for me to act like a baby." Ji Li leaned away to avoid the girl's flattery, pinched the soft flesh of her side face with his fingertips, and deliberately drew out his voice, "From today onwards, you are not allowed to touch me. If you violate the rules, which one of you If I touch it, I will..."

Changying covered her hands in fear, fearing that she would lose everything at the next glance, "I promise I won't touch it!"

"You'd better keep your word." Seeing that the girl was very frightened, Ji Li withdrew his hand in satisfaction and went back to the room leisurely.

The winter snow outside did not stop until spring, and the snow in the mountains and forests melted. Changying followed Senior Sister Zirou to dig a lot of bamboo shoots.

The birds in the Library Pavilion flew back again, and even the withered ancient trees glowed with the vitality of the past.

Changying drank the bamboo shoot soup, still hesitating whether to give Master Li a taste.

The Taoist priest outside Zangshu Pavilion suddenly shouted in panic, black smoke enveloped the entire Wuya Mountain, and thick ashes fell from the sky.

The original daylight suddenly darkened, Changying got up to look outside, and heard the Taoist priests shouting: "No, the master has been killed!"

Wuya Mountain was in a state of panic these days. When Zirou came back from the outside, his face was very heavy, "The head of the sect was killed by the vicious and vicious Demon Lord!"

Chang Ying hurriedly said in shock: "Impossible."

"The inner alchemy of the head of the sect has been taken, and this kind of sorcery can only be performed by the new Demon Lord."

The old woman looked at the fire light outside the window and felt that something was wrong.

The fire was not extinguished until night, and the ashes fell all the way like snow. When Changying returned to Xiaomao and returned to the bamboo hut, Master Li was lying by the window and playing chess.

"Master Li, it's not good!"

Ji Li frowned slightly as he watched the anxious girl reach out and flicked her forehead, "I'm fine, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Changying covered her forehead and replied: "They said you killed the head, now they say you want to avenge the head."

"You think they are a bunch of hypocrites, and they are really willing to sacrifice their lives for revenge?" Ji Li put down the pawn amusedly, "They just want to pick a thorn in the side because there is an infighting between sects."

"What does this mean?" Changying looked anxiously.

Ji Li wiped the ashes on the girl's cheeks with his fingertips and said, "It's so dirty, why don't you wash it off?"

Chang Ying looked blankly at Master Li and said, "Master Li, you should leave Wuya Mountain as soon as possible."

"I left, what do you do?"

"I'm in my second year now, and three years will be here soon." Changying sat by the couch and counted the days, "Anyway, I can return to the Demon Realm by myself."

"Fool, they are busy vying for the position of master now, how can it be so dangerous as you think?" Ji Li was so happy that the girl cared so much for herself, and sipped tea leisurely.

Changying couldn't understand Mr. Li's calmness, and in the next few days, every time he heard the Taoist priests mention the death of the master, he was always terrified.

Zirou looked at the absent-minded appearance of the little Taoist nun, recalled that she had abnormally defended the Demon Lord that day, and somewhat doubted her identity.

"Changying, can you go and pour me a cup of tea?" Zirou said nervously while holding the spell in his hand.

"Okay." Changying turned around without any hesitation and went to pick up the boiling tea.

Zirou poured the cursed water into Changying's teacup, and then quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

After seeing the little Taoist nun drink the cursed water with her own eyes, Zirou looked at her calm reaction and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The old lady at the side observed secretly, and quietly left the pavilion with the glass of cursed water in her hand.

It wasn't particularly warm in the early spring. On the day when the sect leader went out for a funeral, the Wuya Mountain Road was covered with funeral papers.

Hearing that the Taoist priests went down the mountain and caught many monsters hiding in the world to be buried with them, the whole Wuya Mountain resounded with screams all night long.

Changying stayed in the Library Pavilion all day long and didn't go out casually. Only the old lady taught the mind as usual every day, and even taught it faster than before.

"Change!" Changying drew a spell between her fingers and turned around, only to see that the mulberries in front of her disappeared out of thin air.

Full of joy, Zhang Ying, who thought she had succeeded, opened the box beside her, but unexpectedly the box was empty and the mulberries were gone.

Changying has always been so precious that she couldn't bear to eat it, and she disappeared just like that!

Zirou looked at the little Taoist girl looking for mulberries in the library to comfort her, "Don't worry, maybe it will appear suddenly when you don't look for it."

At night, Changying carried the lamp back to the bamboo house, trotting all the way without looking back.

After pushing away the bamboo house, Changying stared blankly at the mulberry in Mr. Li's hand.

"Your?" Ji Li looked at the girl's nodding repeatedly, and could not help but smile and handed it over, "It's so stupid."

Such a simple technique can be confused. I am afraid that there is no one but the girl.

The baby Changying ate the mulberries, her little mouth turned purple and she didn't realize it at all, muttering: "Master Li really doesn't want to eat it?"

"Don't eat." Ji Li didn't even look at the girl's purple mouth, it was so ugly.

In the spring day, Zirou's condition improved, and he was able to deal with some things a little bit. When Changying was quoting the scriptures, he would occasionally hear the Taoist priests mention the head of the sect, and he couldn't help but listen to a few words.

Now that the head of Wuya Mountain is vacant, the Taoist priests have their own plans, and it seems that they are not as excited about the crusade against the demon king as they were at first.

The big black crow suddenly landed on the table, Changying came to her senses, but the inkstone had been knocked over.

Changying hurriedly got up to clean up the inkstone, and the big black crow hovering on the bookshelf made a voice similar to choking, and grabbed the papers on the side and scattered them all over the floor.

"It seems that it has become more and more mischievous recently." When Zi Rou hurriedly approached to help, the big black crow hid quickly.

When the afternoon sun came in, it was a little hot. Changying liked the warm sun, so she deliberately moved a wooden bench and sat outside on the porch to bask in the sun.

Zirou was drying the clothes, and turned her head to see the little Taoist nun copying scriptures lying on the wooden bench.

The big black crow on the side always likes to make troubles and tease her, so the little Taoist nun had to press the paper with her hand to guard against sneak attacks.

In the daylight at noon, ordinary monsters would not dare to come out, Zi Rou felt that she was worrying too much.

Changying felt Senior Sister Zirou's gaze, turned her head to look over and smiled, "Does Senior Sister Zirou want to help?"

"No need." Zirou picked up the tub and walked over slowly.

When the little Taoist nun entered the library with the wooden stool in her arms, a cut was accidentally stabbed on the back of her hand. The bright red blood flowed quickly, and even the paper was stained with red spots.

Zirou hurriedly said: "You press the wound, and I will bring you medicine."

But when Zirou took the medicine to scratch the little Taoist nun, she found that she was holding her wound and refused to show it.

"Don't be afraid, I'll just pick out the thorns for you."

Chang Ying was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. After all, Fu Lingcao Yao's physique can recover very quickly from such ordinary injuries.

In the blink of an eye, the wound healed, leaving only blood stains on the paper to prove that there was a wound.

"No, it's fine." Changying shook her head to avoid Senior Sister Zirou's protruding hand.

Zirou felt that the little Taoist nun's reaction was a little too abnormal, and when she was unprepared, she reached out and grabbed her hand and opened the loose sleeves, and was suddenly speechless in surprise.

Changying was so frightened that she hurried out of the library, thinking that senior sister Zirou must know her identity as a monster.

"How did this happen?" Zi Rou picked up the paper that had fallen from the ground and muttered.

In order to understand the confusion in her heart, Zirou asked the old woman why.

"Did you already know that she is a demon?" Zirou asked puzzled.

The old lady sat on the reclining chair and looked at Zi Rouying: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Zirou looked at the old woman and said: "I have been with you for more than ten years, and you have never taught magic spells, why did you pass it on to a demon?"

"Cultivating the Tao first cultivates the heart, your heart has been blinded by hatred." The old woman held a slender cigarette stick in her hand and looked at Zirou in front of her. "If you are dissatisfied, you can leave the library at any time and go down the mountain."

"Aren't you afraid of being implicated if you take in demons privately?" Zirou never thought that the old woman would be so heartless that she would give up herself for a demon.

"Old woman, I am quite old, what else should I care about?" The old woman looked at Zirou who had fallen into the abyss of jealousy, "You better forget some things."

Before the words fell, blood splashed all over the ground, and the slender tobacco rod suddenly fell to the ground.

At dusk, the Wuya Mountain was shrouded in a gorgeous sunset, and Changying ran back to the bamboo house without stopping.

The warm spring breeze caressed the thin hair beside Changying's cheek, and even the sweat was taken away.

Mountain flowers bloom all over the wilderness, and the fragrance of green grass mixed in the wind wafts far away.

Ji Li was soaking in the bathtub at that time, when the girl rushed in unexpectedly, "Master Li, it's too bad!"

"If you don't go out again, you may be the one who is bad." Ji Li put his hands on his belt and drove the dazed girl out of the room in embarrassment.

Chang Ying clutched her aching head and looked at Master Li who was lazily out of the bath, and said, "Senior Sister Zi Rou found out, what should I do?"

Ji Li sipped his tea and raised his eyebrows, "It's very simple, just kill her."

"Ah?" The girl quickly shook her head and waved her hands, "No way."

"If you don't kill her, you will be killed. Isn't that okay?"

"But..." Changying didn't expect Mrs. Li to think of killing Senior Sister Zirou