The little follower of the Great Demon Lord [Traveling]

"What's the matter with the master's aunt?" Zirou cried out with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yue held a long sword against her throat and asked, "Is the death of the old lady in Zangshuge related to you?"

Zirou looked at Zhong Anying who was restrained by Huayi: "You have been expelled from the division, and now you have no right to interfere with the affairs of the museum."

When the sword edge approached the flesh and blood, Jiang Yue's eyes showed killing intent: "If I had believed Yao Xue'er's words earlier, I should have cleaned up the sect at the beginning, why did the Taoist sect fall to where it is now?"

"Now that the Taoist disciples are injured and dead, and the demon soldiers are guarding the foot of Wuya Mountain, do you think you can save the Pingxu Hall by yourself?" Zirou's eyes showed hatred unabashedly.

Jiang Yue held back her anger and tapped Zirou's acupoints, retracted her sword and said, "I don't care why you hate Pingxu Hall so much, now you are about to welcome a new head to fight against the demon king, if you don't take it from there Your life!"

Under such intimidation, Zirou and Zhong An could only choose to obey.

When the drums of the Great Hall of Wuya Mountain sounded, all the disciples gathered in one place.

Because Jiang Yue always wore a mask to show people, when she took off her mask like this, no one else knew her.

"Senior brothers Yun Feng, Zhong An, and senior sister Zi Rou will go down the mountain to welcome the new head." Hua Yi summoned everyone to speak out.

The three who had been cursed by Jiang Yue had no choice but to cooperate with each other.

Only the rest of the disciples yelled loudly, completely unaware of the origin of the new head.

When Changying was welcomed to the Great Hall of Wuya Mountain, she was still a little nervous.

Zirou couldn't believe it when she looked at Chang Ying in Taoist robes, she turned her head to look at Jiang Yue, thinking that she is a demon, how could she be the head of the sect!

It seems that Jiang Yue really can't choose a candidate.

The news of Wuya Mountain's new head ascending the throne spread quickly.

When Huafeng received the news, she couldn't hide her ecstasy.

Ji Li in the Ancheng mansion is suffering from extreme cold due to the cold winter.

"It is a fact that Changying betrayed the demon clan now, and the demon venerable immediately ordered her to be killed!"

Ji Li frowned slightly and looked at Huafeng leading a group of big monsters into the room, reached out to stroke the frost off his clothes, sipped his tea pretending to be innocent, and said, "Gossip, what is the evidence?"

Huafeng handed over Zirou's creed and replied: "When the time comes, I will definitely capture Chang Ying alive!"

"It's a good capture." Ji Li lightly threw the creed into the stove and burned it up, "But wait until the Wuya Mountain magic circle is broken, it's still early."

Ji Li was already susceptible to extreme cold in winter, and was injured in the battle with Mo Yuan a few days ago.

If Huafeng were to notice the abnormality now, she might take the opportunity to make a big deal happen.

"Then the devil is just ignoring it like this?" Huafeng pursed her lips and said in displeasure.

Ji Li's eyes slightly turned to look at His Highness's demons, drawing a spell on his fingertips and said: "I have my own plans for this matter, why do you need to talk too much!"

When the voice fell, all the monsters were driven out of the hall, and the frost covered the ground quickly filled the house, and even the flowers and phoenixes were almost touched.

"Since you refuse to order, then I will do it myself!" Huafeng said through gritted teeth.

In mid-February, although the heavy snow stopped, the cold wind was still biting.

Mo Yuan sat alone on the peak of Wuya Mountain, and the little briquettes gathered together to keep warm.

"Grandma, it's so cold here."

"Yeah, it's very windy."

The little briquettes dare not go out and run around, for fear of being blown down the mountain by the strong wind.

When Jiang Yue and Huayi came to find Moyuan to discuss going down the mountain, they saw a strong spiritual power gathered around Moyuan.

"Master, is she really a demon?" Hua Yi couldn't detect Mo Yuan's demonic aura at all.

"The Daoist book records that anyone in the three realms can practice Taoism and become an immortal. It is also possible for a demon to become an immortal. Her cultivation level is already extremely high." Jiang Yue stepped closer.

When Mo Yuan opened his eyes, his face softened a bit and he said, "Is there something to visit?"

"Ah."

Hua Yi nodded, before he could discuss it in detail, Mo Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, said first, "I'm not interested in your Taoist matters, please find another expert."

Jiang Yue was puzzled and said, "Since you went up Wuya Mountain with Changying, can you really stand by and watch?"

Mo Yuan slowly got up and floated down to the two of them, saying: "I only have business with Chang Ying, and the two of you have nothing to do with me."

After speaking, Mo Yuan disappeared.

Hua Yi looked at Jiang Yue inexplicably and said, "Master, this monster is too heartless."

"Forget it, she is an outsider, so she can't force it." Jiang Yue was worried that the disciples of Wuya Mountain would not be able to survive due to insufficient food. Some disciples went down the mountain to transport some supplies.

In the first ten days of March, it was getting sunny day by day, Huafeng unexpectedly ran into Huayi and others who were trying to break out of the encirclement.

But because of Jiang Yue, many disciples escaped.

Changying was relieved when he saw the fireworks at the foot of the mountain, and Mo Yuan stood aside and said, "It's extremely difficult for them to survive now, and being the head of the sect will do you no good at all."

"Then why does Mo Yuan still stay in Wuya Mountain?"

"I'm waiting to cross the catastrophe and become a fairy." Mo Yuan looked at the bell on his wrist, and still didn't understand what kind of catastrophe the predestined person wanted him to overcome?

Chang Ying looked at Mo Yuan puzzled and asked, "Does Cheng Xian have to go through the tribulation?"

Mo Yuan put away the bell and nodded, "Yes,"

Spring is the time when hundreds of flowers are blooming. Although Changying doesn't know how to teach his disciples to learn Taoism formations, he is still very interested in growing vegetables.

Due to the constant fighting among the disciples in the hall, Wuya Mountain was besieged for several years, countless disciples were killed and injured, and most of the vegetable garden was abandoned.

In the early morning, Changying carried a bucket and led a group of disciples to plant fruits and vegetables.

In the past, the disciples of each school teased and fought with each other, but now the new head doesn't teach any formations, but just let all the disciples go to work together.

After a month of getting up early and working late at night, all the disciples were exhausted, but the new head was tireless and not at all tired.

When Jiang Yue and Huayi's disciples risked their lives from the foot of the mountain to bring back grain, oil and salt.

The entire Wuya Mountain has reclaimed a lot of wasteland, and even planted a lot of wheat.

In summer and autumn, Wuya Mountain was scorching hot, and all the disciples of Pingxu Pavilion were tanned quite a bit without exception.

Huafeng, who had been waiting for the Taoist priests to have civil unrest, did not expect that there was no movement in Wuya Mountain.

In autumn, Wuya Mountain is full of fruits, Mo Yuan watched the little briquettes lying in the pile of melons and fruits happily eating.

"This one is very sweet." Chang Ying wore a straw hat and shared a lot of fruit along the way.

Mo Yuan hugged the peach she specially sent, only to see that last winter, the disciples of each school were still estranged from each other, suspicious and suspicious of each other.

But now Changying took them to plow the fields to pick fruits, go up the mountain to collect water and chop firewood, and after more than half a year, they have become fellow Taoists who can study Taoism and magic circles with each other.

"You are really amazing." Mo Yuan praised.

Chang Ying wiped the sweat off her cheeks, smiled shyly and replied, "Everyone is very good, this year's harvest of fruits and melons is great."

Seeing that she didn't understand what he said, Mo Yuan didn't say any more.

She was holding a bamboo basket full of colorful fruits in her hand and asked, "Are these also for me?"

Changying shook her head and replied, "No, these hawthorns are specially reserved for Master Li."

"For Ji Li?" Mo Yuan was still a little confused, and it is estimated that the news about the new head should spread in the devil world.

These days, Mo Yuan has also been in contact with Ji Li several times, so he understands Ji Li's treacherous and vengeful nature to some extent.

Why is she not afraid of Ji Li's revenge on her?

Mo Yuan looked at her, and felt that with her frank and honest nature, maybe she never thought that Ji Li would take revenge on her.

"Then you want to send these hawthorns down the mountain?"

Changying nodded and replied, "Well, the hawthorn will go bad soon."

"I'll go down the mountain for you." Mo Yuan worried that she might not come back after going down the mountain, "By the way, do you have anything to say to Ji Li?"

"Yes, let me think about it." Changying was asked, and quickly cast a spell.

In autumn, Huafeng finally met the Taoist priests who came down the mountain, but unexpectedly, the Taoist priests gave a lot of melons and fruits.

Ji Li in the Ancheng mansion looked at the large basket of hawthorns that Huafeng was carrying and raised his eyebrows, "Is this the meeting gift from the new head?"

Huafeng nodded and frowned slightly, "I don't know what those Taoist priests are doing now."

"It seems that she is doing well." Ji Li could not hide the resentment in his words.

"Hasn't the Mozun cracked the Wuya Mountain magic circle yet?" Huafeng asked anxiously.

Ji Li reached out and forcibly took the basket from Huafeng's palm, and said, "I have my own plans, so you can step back."

"Yes." Huafeng didn't expect that since she received Zirou's creed in the Shanghui, she would never be able to contact her again.

Probably something went wrong.

Wait until there is no one in the hall.Ji Li probed through the hawthorn and found a piece of talisman paper. The talisman paper in Taoism can also cast spells to transmit messages.

Ji Li has read the Daoist scriptures she copied, so he naturally knows how to undo the curse.

[Master Li, these hawthorns are delicious,

Recently, I have planted a lot of fruit trees. Although I am very tired, I am very happy.

I also learned embroidery from my grand aunt.

When I saw Hawthorn today, I suddenly wanted to leave my lord. 】

The words ended inexplicably, and Ji Li looked at it for a long time before putting down the talisman in discouragement.

I haven't seen her for more than half a year, and she doesn't come down the mountain to see me. Now I want to coax myself with a basket of hawthorns. I really can't think about it!

When the demon servant who came in to serve tea in the middle of the night saw the basket of hawthorns, he subconsciously wanted to take it away.

"Who asked you to move it?" Ji Li stopped it angrily.

The demon servants were so frightened that they quickly withdrew their hands, thinking that the hawthorn has been stored for two days, does the Demon Master like eating hawthorn so much?

When it was getting colder in late autumn, farm work was not as busy as spring and summer, so Jiang Yue led the Taoists to study a new magic circle together.

When a heavy snow falls in the vast whiteness of winter, Wuya Mountain is covered with thick snow.

In the early morning, the Taoist priests meditated outside the main hall, and Huayi taught the formulas for clearing the heart.

Changying yawned again and again as she listened to the mantra. Because of the warmth of the flame beads, the little briquettes would often get into their sleeves to play.

"Don't make trouble." Changying grabbed the small briquettes and wiped the snow from their heads with her fingertips.

The little briquettes nestled in Changying's palm and muttered: "It's so warm."

Changying looked at them nestling lazily in her palms, and smiled with her lips raised. When she looked at the icy peaks of Wuya Mountain, she suddenly wanted to leave her lord.

Does the adult Li feel very cold in the heavy snow in winter?

I really want to sneak down the mountain to see Mr. Li.

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