The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

"Since you suspect me, why don't you report to those stinky Taoist priests?" The anger in Ji Li's eyes grew like flames, and since this place is in the Pingxu Daoist Hall, it's not easy unless necessary Exposing the evil spirit, after all, it is clear that someone in the Pingxu Hall is deliberately framed.

Changying didn't hear the meaning in Mr. Li's words, but thought that Mr. Li was sad and scared when he admitted to killing the old woman.

Subconsciously, she took a few steps back, Changying leaned her back against the bamboo door, looked at the silent Master Li in panic, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The entire Wuya Mountain was full of arrested Taoist priests, if they really found out that Lord Li was hiding in the bamboo house, they would definitely kill him.

On the one hand, Zhang Ying was saddened by the death of the old woman, and on the other hand, he felt embarrassed because the murderer was Li adults.

Unable to make a choice, Chang Ying turned around and ran out of the bamboo house with guilt and self-blame, tears silently soaking the fine hair on her cheeks.

In the already dark night, Ji Li watched the girl's figure being swallowed by the night with his own eyes, filled with unstoppable disappointment.

Ji Li didn't expect that he would pamper the girl so much, but in the end she chose to betray him for an insignificant person. How could this not make Ji Li feel cold.

Killing intent gradually emerged in his eyes, Ji Li indifferently put away the inner alchemy that was originally reserved for the girl to improve her cultivation, turned around and disappeared into the bamboo house in a cloud of black mist.

If he had known this earlier, he might as well have killed her directly.

When Changying, who was running all the way, returned to Zangshu Pavilion, the Taoist priests in the courtyard were summoning the soul of the old woman to hold the funeral, and the bell rang clearly in the courtyard.

Changying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and hurried all the way across the corridor to Senior Sister Zirou's room. When she opened the door with her hand, she saw the young Taoist priest inside.

"Why are you in the senior sister's room?" Changying didn't notice the vigilance in the young Taoist's eyes at all.

"I'm here to deliver medicine to Miss Zirou, and check how she's doing along the way."

"When will Senior Sister Zirou wake up?" Changying vaguely sensed an evil spirit lingering in the room.

"I'm afraid I won't wake up for a while, she's hurt too badly."

It wasn't until the young Taoist priest left the house that Changying realized that the evil spirit had disappeared.

Changying knelt beside Senior Sister Zirou's bed and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Zirou, everything is Changying's fault. If Changying hadn't told Master Li to reveal his identity, Master Li would not have harmed you."

"Master Li did all the bad things for Changying, Senior Sister Zirou, no matter how heavy the punishment is, Changying will bear it for Master Li."

With tears in her eyes, Changying decided to apologize to Senior Sister Zirou when she recovered from her illness, and then bear all the mistakes.

The girl's chatter didn't stop until dawn, and Ji Li, who had been guarding outside the window all night, was unwilling to do anything after all.

Due to the murder case in Zangshuge and the accidents of two elders in Wuya Mountain one after another, the borrowing of Taoism books in the library was suspended, and the entire Wuya Mountain was heavily guarded.

In the early morning of early summer, the thin sun shines through the clouds in the mountains and forests, the birds on the window sills have already flown out of their nests to look for food, and the old trees in the courtyard are already flourishing.

It seemed that everything was back to life, except that the Zangshu Pavilion was very deserted.

Changying wore a straw hat to clean the courtyard of the library, and then went inside to pack up the old lady's things alone, lowered her head to pick up the long and thin cigarette sticks that fell on the ground, and wiped the precious ones clean.

The big black crow that I hadn't seen for a long time suddenly flew in from the window, with a sharp voice, and its claws hooked Changying's hair and pulled it.

"Hey!" Changying covered her head and lowered her body to avoid the approach of the big black crow, only to see the big black crow hovering over the bookshelf, seeming very anxious.

"What's the matter with you?" Changying looked at the big black crow that suddenly appeared, and then remembered the old lady chasing the big black crow for her, her nose was not only sour, "Do you miss the old lady too?"

The big black crow flew into the complicated bookshelves, hooked out a thick book with its claws, and flipped through it clattering.

"Be careful, these books are very precious." Changying approached to pick up the book, only to see the big black crow's paw stepped on the chapter on the law of sealing letters.

Changying learned this book very slowly, probably a spell that would take a long time to learn.

But now Senior Sister Zirou has not woken up, and Changying is not in the mood to learn spells. Just as her hand was about to touch the book, she was suddenly pecked off by a big black crow.

Changying protected the back of her hand, looked at the big black duck whose paws were pressed against the book and refused to move away, remembered what Senior Sister Zirou mentioned about the method of sealing letters and asked hesitantly: "Could it be that the old lady has something to tell you to leave for me? "

The big black crow nodded frantically, and Changying finally understood its intention, but without the old lady's guidance, the method of sealing letters is not such an easy spell to unravel.

Chang Ying was sitting in a corner with a book in her hands, drawing a spell between her fingers, and she couldn't solve it for most of the day.

On the contrary, the big black crow landed on Changying's shoulder in discouragement and didn't make a sound.

"Don't worry, if I work harder, I may learn it soon."

In the evening, Chang Ying was practicing in the courtyard with a book of spells in his hands, and the young Taoist would come to see Senior Sister Zirou every day.

Changying got up from the wooden bench and was about to walk over when the big black crow flew from his shoulder to the branch of the ancient tree.

"Did Miss Zirou wake up today?" Every young Taoist priest would ask Changying how she was doing during the day.

"I still haven't woken up today." Changying answered in frustration, holding a thick book.

The young Taoist comforted: "Junior Junior Sister, don't worry, maybe Miss Rou will wake up in a few days."

"Ok!"

When the night fell, the young Taoist priest had just left the library, and after Changying ran out of the bamboo house because of that time, he did not dare to go back to see Master Li.

So he stayed alone in the Library Pavilion to practice spells. In the middle of the night, Changying wore a thin blanket and yawned and cast spells, tapping his fingertips on the forehead of the sleepy big black crow.

"Hey, why is it still wrong?"

Seeing the phantom of the old woman suddenly appearing in the pavilion, Changying was so frightened that she thought it was a ghost, quickly covered her head with a thin blanket, and said timidly:

"Old lady, I'm sorry, everything is Chang Ying's fault, Master Li didn't mean to harm you, if you want to kill me, kill me."

"Silly boy, I didn't come to kill you."

Changying quietly lifted a corner of the thin blanket, and saw the phantom of the old woman just walking towards the high table, reaching out to pick up the slender and clean tobacco rod and sighing: "Thanks for keeping this precious thing."

"Then do you want tobacco?" Changying often saw the old woman take a long puff holding the slender tobacco rod, and then she could spit out white mist.

Later, because Changying couldn't bear the white mist, the old woman just smoked outside the house.

"Forget it, I only have a little soul left now, and I can't resist the tobacco with too much stamina." The old woman floated over, and Chang Ying was still a little scared.

"Grandma, Changying misses you so much." Changying's eyes couldn't help being sour, and she was about to cry again.

"Things in the world are impermanent. It is a predestined doom. This is also one of the normal conditions. There is no need to be sad." The old lady waved to Changying, signaling her to go to the upper floor of the library, "Come, you come with me."

Changying had never been to the upper floor of Zangshu Pavilion, so she followed carefully with a lamp.

"It happened suddenly, the secret technique that was originally intended to be taught to you may only be realized by yourself now." The old woman took out a blue-covered technique book from the interlayer behind the hanging calligraphy and paintings in her house, "You have the power to calm down Guan Taoism has been cultivated for a hundred years, and you have the huge spiritual power of the flame orb, if you can concentrate on learning this technique, no one in the three worlds will be your opponent in the future."

"Then what if Changying is too stupid and can only learn one or two points?" Changying has not yet figured out how the old woman knows that she has the experience of flame beads, and she is somewhat nervous holding the book in her hand.

"You are honest when you talk, kid." The old lady smiled, "If you can only learn one or two points, that's enough for you to cure your sweetheart's illness, isn't it?"

Because the girl never concealed the fact that she had a sweetheart, the old lady heard it several times.

On the contrary, he was even more sure that the evil spirit condensed around the girl might be her sweetheart.

"Yeah!" Changying thought about it, and nodded again and again, "Thank you, old lady."

The old lady rubbed her belly against the picture scroll hanging on the wall, and the woman stared at the picture scroll with soft eyes. "Maybe this is my retribution."

"What retribution?" Changying hugged the book and looked at the woman in the scroll, "She looks like Senior Sister Zirou."

"She is Zirou's mother. I harmed her because of me. Now it's retribution." The old woman put the scroll in her palm, and the phantom was already blurred.

Changying didn't quite understand the words, but seeing the old lady's welcome getting darker, she hurriedly asked: "Old lady, are you leaving?"

"Well, it's almost time." The old woman looked at the already pale sky outside the window, hesitated before she spoke, "Changying, you have to watch Zirou, she..."

"What's the matter, Senior Sister Zirou?"

The old lady wanted to speak out but was unable to speak out, she could only sigh to herself that it seemed like a secret that must not be revealed.

At dawn, the dawn disperses the dark night, Changying rubbed her eyes and opened her eyes to find herself nestled in a thin blanket, and the candles in front of her eyes were almost burnt out.

The big black crow in the house had disappeared, and Changying saw the magic book when she got up, and she was sure that she really saw the old woman last night instead of a dream.

When the midsummer with the noisy chirping of cicadas came, Senior Sister Zirou woke up.

A group of Taoist priests gathered in Zangshuge to try to find out who the murderer was.

Changying's hands holding the tea were trembling, and she was lying on the bed of Senior Sister Zirou, intending to plead guilty and say: "Senior Sister Zirou, it's actually me..."

The words stopped near her mouth, but Chang Ying found that Master Li who came from nowhere was wearing a mask, and covered her mouth tightly with her hand, "Chang Ying, don't disturb the elders' questioning."

Zirou on the bed replied with a pale expression, "I can't remember what happened that day."

Amnesia?

The Taoist priests left Cangshu Pavilion reluctantly after repeated inquiries to no avail.

The whole person was terrified by the Chang Ying who forcibly brought him back to the bamboo house, and saw Mr. Li pacing angrily in the house: "If you made a sound just now, those Taoist priests would have noticed that you were a demon no matter how stupid they were. The method, have you forgotten?"

Chang Ying said seriously, "But Mr. Li has to bear the punishment for doing bad things."

"Who said I did something bad?" Ji Li was so angry that his heart ached.

"Master Li said it himself."

Ji Li had a mouthful of old blood in his heart, he held the girl's face with his hands and said angrily, "What I said was angry, don't you understand?"

"Well, Changying doesn't know what angry words are." The girl stretched her arms and hugged Ji Li, with tears in her eyes, "But Changying knows that Master Li did the bad things for Changying, so Changying is responsible. "

"They will really burn you to death." Ji Li let the girl hug him slightly in a daze, and looked down at the girl in his arms.

Sigh, Ji Li really doesn't understand how a girl would regard the false benevolence, righteousness and morality of human beings as the duty requirement of being a monster

It seems that instead of rushing to let the girl learn spells, it would be more useful for her to learn how to be a demon first.

Otherwise, if the girl is like this, how can she return to the Demon Realm and become a monster in the future?

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