The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

Changying found that since accompanying Senior Sister Zirou to the back mountain to pay homage to the old woman, Senior Sister Zirou seemed to be preoccupied.

On weekdays, Taoist priests come to look for books, and Senior Sister Zirou is often distracted, and I don't know if it is because her body has not recovered.

The young Taoist priest would come to the Zangshu Pavilion every once in a while, and Zhang Ying was holding a book that was half a person's height, and saw that Senior Sister Zirou led him to the depths of the bookshelves in the pavilion.

The Zangshu Pavilion is very large and quiet. Changying's hearing is extremely sensitive. Even if the cicadas are screaming outside the window, she can still hear some conversations.

"How are you doing?"

"Maybe I practiced too quickly, so I made a mistake."

"This is the demon pill I took out from the bottom of the mountain, please take it."

"Thank you."

When Changying raised her head, the young Taoist came to the high table with Senior Sister Zirou holding a book.

Changying picked up a pen to record the Taoism borrowed by the young Taoist priest, and then handed the book to him, "Please take it well."

"Please trouble me, Junior Sister." The young Taoist took the book and left the library.

Senior Sister Zirou sat quietly in another place. Chang Ying was about to close the journal when her gaze fell on the young Taoist priest's name and she said, "It turns out that senior brother's name is Zhong An."

"I used to hear you talk about your sweetheart before, why are you suddenly curious about him coming?" Zirou rolled up her long sleeves, studied ink carefully and looked at the little Taoist nun curiously, "Do you want to empathize?"

"What is empathy?" Changying asked seriously.

Zirou stared blankly at the innocent little Taoist nun, thinking that if she hadn't seen her weirdness with her own eyes, even she would not have doubted her identity.

"The simple explanation is a change of heart, which means that one person is bored with another and turns to like someone else."

"That's it, Changying won't change his mind." Changying took out honey wrapped in oiled paper from her pouch, and put a small piece into the tea.

"Are you sure?"

The little nun nodded like a human being who didn't know good and evil, holding a tea cup in both hands and sipping honey water, her fair and tender face blushed slightly due to the heat, and replied: "Well, Changying likes the person she loves, and it will never change."

Monsters are nothing but unbelief.

Thinking of this, Zi Rou's heart sank and she tilted her head to look away, but she didn't realize it but vaguely felt the evil spirit remaining nearby.

The big monster in Zangshu Pavilion is not allowed to enter, but this monster's aura is obviously not an ordinary one. After all, the world is inherently full of yang energy, not to mention it is noon in midsummer, so it seems that Zirou deliberately showed it to warn Zirou.

Ji Li's cheeks were slightly red when he heard the girl's words, he didn't control his emotions for a while, and only then did he show some evil spirit.

When Zirou tried to find the location with the monster hunting disc, the monster aura suddenly disappeared.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister Zirou?" Changying saw Senior Sister Zirou standing up and wandering by the window with a serious expression.

"It's okay." Zirou put away the monster hunting disk and turned to look at the little Taoist nun, thinking that she must have a special background.

Since the old lady left, there has been no elders in Cangshu Pavilion, so a new old Taoist should be assigned to take charge of the management.

But now that the head of Wuya Mountain has passed away in a strange way, among the five disciples, the elder sister who doesn't care about world affairs and the ordinary Aunt An who don't care about the affairs of the main hall generally don't do the affairs of the main hall. No time to take care of other things in the museum.

It happened to be a good time for Zirou to browse through the books in Zangshu Pavilion to cultivate.

In July, there was still no old man coming to Zangshu Pavilion. In the afternoon, Changying lowered her head and held a big cattail fan to fan the birds by the window to enjoy the cool.

Because Senior Sister Zirou seems to be resting a lot these days, Changying often sorts out books alone in the cabinet.

"Are you going to borrow a book?" Chang Ying rolled up her gray sermon robe because of the coloring, revealing her slender arms, holding a half-person-high book in both hands and looking at the young Taoist priest who stopped by the high table and looked around.

"Yes." Xuanqing took out the book note from his sleeve to record the needs and handed it to the slender, slender girl with a rosy face a few years ago.

Changying put down the book and took the note and said, "Please wait."

Xuanqing had heard earlier that the Library Pavilion had taken in a young and beautiful little Taoist nun, and it seemed that she was her.

The girl was busy shuttling between the bookshelves, and occasionally used some spells, but she was obviously not proficient in using them, so she occasionally picked up the wrong book.

When Chang Ying came out of the bookshelf holding a large stack of books, her cheeks were blushing, and the thin hair next to her ears was tightly attached to her cheeks, making her small face even more charming.

"What's your name?" Changying didn't care to wipe off the sweat on her cheeks, she buried her head in her pen and wrote down the title of the book, and she didn't speak until she had to register her surname.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took out the token and handed it over, saying, "Xuanqing."

Chang Ying wrote down the name, but felt that it looked a little familiar, and it was only when the book was handed over that she realized: "Master Xuanqing?"

"Little girl, you have mistaken the person, you should call Uncle Xuanqing." Xuanqing reminded after taking the book from the girl.

After all, Wuya Mountain factions are constantly fighting, this time they can't let themselves be pushed to the forefront.

"Uncle Xuanqing, have you confiscated your disciple yet?" Changying still remembered the old Taoist's entrustment.

"Could it be that you want to worship me as a teacher?" Xuan Qing's cultivation is far inferior to the two senior brothers, and now he is busy with cultivation, so he has no intention of accepting apprentices.

Changying shook her head again and again, "No, Changying already has an old lady as her teacher."

Seeing the girl's loyalty, Xuan Qing appreciates it. Accidents happened one after another in Wuya Mountain, and now people are panicking. Even the bustling Zangshu Pavilion in the past is deserted.

After all, the magic mirror in Zangshu Pavilion was originally used to guard against the big monster. I never thought that the big monster could sneak into Zangshu Pavilion to harm people, and all the Taoists were very afraid.

"The old lady's cultivation base is advanced, and I must be inferior to the old man. It is normal for you not to ask me to be your teacher."

"Changying didn't become a teacher because the old lady was good, nor did she not study because Master Xuanqing was not good."

The girl's eyes were as bright as a clear spring in the mountains, and she spoke sincerely, "As long as Chang Ying can learn the skills taught by the old lady well, I will be satisfied."

"I suddenly understand why the old lady accepted you as an apprentice." Xuan Qing looked at the young girl with admiration. To the uniqueness of girls.

"Why?" Changying looked at the young Taoist priest in front of her, a little curious.

Xuan Qingman said seriously: "You have a rare purity in the world, the so-called Tao follows nature, and the unity of man and nature, this is the Tao."

Changying looked at Uncle Xuanqing confusedly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes when you don't understand, you already understand." Xuan Qing held the book and looked at the girl in front of him, inexplicably fond of it, "little girl, if you have any confusion in the future, you can come to the concept of right and wrong to find me." Bar."

Hey?

Changying who said this was even more foggy, just when she was about to speak out again, senior sister Zirou suddenly came out of the room.

"Uncle Xuanqing, why did you come to borrow books yourself?"

"It happened to be on the way, so I wanted to come to Zangshu Pavilion."

"Why doesn't Changying prepare tea for Uncle Xuanqing?"

"Ok."

Chang Ying turned and left the high table without hesitation to boil water and make tea.

Xuanqing looked at Zirou who was mostly in the darkness, and turned his head to look at the girl who ran out of the scorching sun, only feeling that the pavilion was a little too cold.

It is absolutely impossible for the monster to approach the old woman quietly, let alone know where the old woman's life gate is.

Xuanqing checked the old woman's wound that day, it was almost fatal in one blow, and it was very close, so blood splattered all around.

And only the side where Zirou fell didn't have a lot of blood behind him.

This shows that Zirou was staying with the old woman at the time, and she was probably still alive when the old woman died.

"How is your recovery?" Xuan Qing sipped his tea and said.

Zi Rou looked at Master Xuan Qing and said, "Well, it's almost better now."

Xuan Qing's eyes fell on Zirou's face and he sighed: "That's good, when I went down the mountain with my old lady, and finally brought you back to Wuya Mountain together, I kind of watched you grow up."

"Master Uncle Xuanqing, don't be sad, have the masters ever found the trace of Mozun's Taoist in Xianmen?"

"I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to find out for a while."

At dusk, Xuanqing got up and left Zangshu Pavilion, turned his head to look at Zirou standing inside the door, somewhat suspicious in his heart.

In the evening, Changying left Zangshuge to go back to the bamboo house. When the night shrouded Wuya Mountain, the bamboo house was already lit.

"I sweated a lot today." Chang Ying lay beside the bathtub and watched Mr. Li, who was drinking tea not far away, muttering about trivial matters.

Ji Li looked at the drops of water sliding down the girl's face, and couldn't help feeling thirsty in his throat, so he lowered his head and took a big sip of tea.

After taking a bath, Changying changed into a white and thin dress, sat barefoot beside the bed with a big cattail fan in her hand, and tried her best to fan Mr. Li, "Mr. Li, your face is so red."

"It's not because you've been washing for too long." Ji Li opened the window to let in some wind.

"Actually, you don't have to close the windows." Changying didn't understand why Mr. Li had to close the doors and windows every time he took a bath.

When Ji Li heard this, he pinched the girl's cheek with his hand and replied, "Aren't you ashamed of being peeped at?"

Chang Ying wrinkled her small face out of fear of pain and did not dare to move. She replied honestly: "Obviously there are people who are often seen by adults?"

"I didn't peek at that!" Ji Li blushed again and hurriedly retorted.

"Oh." Changying was so frightened that she quickly changed her words, wondering if there was any difference in seeing with the eyes anyway?

Ji Li let go of his hand angrily, and when he was about to speak, a wisp of green smoke suddenly drifted in from the window.

Chang Ying, who hadn't responded yet, was pushed into her arms by Ji Li.

"Who?"

Yao Xue'er appeared, narrowing her eyes at the delicate beauty in Ji Li's protective arms, and jokingly said, "Oh, the two of you are making out, it seems like I just happened to be there."

Ji Li met Yao Xueer's scrutinizing gaze, and awkwardly let go of the hand protecting the girl in his arms, "What are you here for?"

"Then Aunt Master is probably going back to Wuya Mountain. Didn't I hurry to inform you?"

"You let her go?"

Ji Li frowned slightly and looked at Yao Xueer with displeasure, as if she was telling an unimportant joke.

"I'm wronged, I'm also a victim of scars." Yao Xue'er gently lifted her collar with her fingertips to reveal red marks, her face was full of false sadness, "Look, how pitiful I am!"

Before Chang Ying had time to poke her head to look, Master Li tightly covered her eyes, and her eyes were suddenly pitch black.

"Master Li, Changying can't see anything."

"Don't look!"

"Oh." Chang Ying was too frightened to pick up the handle, and obediently put her head on Mr. Li's lap.

Oh, why don't you watch it if you don't allow it, why are you so fierce.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the 15 lovely readers who silently clicked on the bookmarks to support and encourage them today~~O(∩_∩)O~~.

Thank you 11 enthusiastic readers for leaving messages and supporting O(∩_∩)O

感谢在2021-05-1117:55:23~2021-05-1217:50:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~