Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Zhaowan walked with the sword again, unlike before, he had a new book of exercises in his mustard.

It was sent to him with long love, and he left a message saying that it is best to watch it when he is alone and absolutely no one is disturbing.

This is not a condition that is difficult to achieve, just like now, all you can see is the sea of ​​clouds, which is completely in line with the saying of Changqing.

But he wasn't in the mood to look.

The emotions that had been difficult to understand all the time were suddenly highlighted, and Zhao Wan's mood was a little complicated.

Or more accurately, flustered.

He didn't know what to do next.

Apart from the mysterious exercise, Changqing didn't tell him anything, whether it was Mo Motang's opinion of him or what he needed to do next.

"Young man, you have to talk about your feelings. I've said enough."

This is the original words of long love.

Zhao Wan's thoughts were deep, and she landed in a certain forest with her mind full of thoughts. The long sword trembled slightly to find it. After a while, the tip of the sword fell down quickly, without a trace of blood.

Instant kill.

It was a man-eating python that suddenly went berserk, completely lost its mind, and was trapped in the valley of the mountain forest, roaring.

It has injured many people, including the monks stationed nearby.

They can't kill it.

The sticky acid was gushing out, and even though he was dead, he still had an almost persistent intention to pull him back.

Zhao Wan's mind was still not on the task, but his instinct made him throw out a command, the spiritual power of the sword increased greatly, blasting along the complete meridians of the python, bit by bit, without leaving any traces, completely obliterating the python.

The long sword returned in a whirl, consciously sheathed.

Zhaowan pulled it out again, stepped on to leave.

During the whole process, he didn't notice the dazed monks behind him.

Zooming in, it can be seen that they are not disciples of Changtian Sect, but belong to the sect stationed nearby, in other words, they are the sender of the mission.

This kind of task needs to be handed over to the sender after completing this kind of task, which is also the reason why the long sword is twisted into the sheath.

However, Zhao Wan was thinking over and over again what Changqing said "catch up", leaving only muscle memory, she pulled out a communication talisman from the mustard seed, and sent the message that the mission had been completed to that sect.

The moment the long sword was issued from the communication talisman, it buzzed like dissatisfaction.

Zhao Wan's heel became heavier unconsciously, cutting off the long sword's complaint.

The next task is a bit far away, but Zhao Wan slowed down.

What if the answer has already been given to him through long love?

Zhao Wan took out the exercises in Mustard Seed, and if you just look at the cover, it was just the most common exercise book, and even the title of the book was in a common format.

——What one hundred and five styles.

It doesn't look like a sword manual, so why give him the long love?

Opening one of the pages casually, what came into view was three large pictures connected together. Unlike ordinary exercises, there were two people on this picture.

two……

Zhao Wan slammed the book shut, and in the next moment, she was about to burn it without even thinking about it.

What kind of ordinary skill is this? This, this is a dual-cultivation skill, or is it between men...

Enthusiasm rushed to his mind in an instant, so that Zhao Wan's eyes became dizzy, half of it was anger, and the other half was naturally embarrassment.

While breathing, the tongue of fire licked the title of the book, the "one hundred and five styles" which now seems to have a completely different meaning.

In the next moment, Zhao Wan extinguished the flame, like a hot potato, and threw the exercise book into the deepest part of the mustard seed.

But he had decided not to look at it again.

-

"Happy weekend..."

Shen Mo Tang lay on the couch with his legs crossed, looking at the crushed snow on the plum branches above his head and muttering to himself.

"When was the last time you took a vacation? Alas, it was ten days ago anyway. I really want to take a vacation."

"Ah-"

The broken snow on the treetops seemed to be startled by the weak air current, trembling and falling, and it was about to fall on Shen Motang's face.

Mo Motang raised his hand to block them.

Don't fall on him on a cold day.

Smoothly brushing the crushed snow to the ground, Mo Motang rubbed his nose lightly.

Who is talking about him?

Could it be the Bell Tower? Is this version still useless?

Forgive him, if this continues, he will have to save enough vacation for a month.

But when the vacation time is the same, he still likes to take a little more time off separately. It’s not that it’s uncomfortable to take a month off, but it’s hard for him to work for several months.

It would be great if sabbaticals could disappear from the world.

Thinking about it, Mo Motang turned over, pulled up the blanket to cover his waist, and always felt that his premise was wrong.

There is no rest in this world.

Yes, that seems to be the case.

Suddenly, Mo Motang marked a certain point on the three-dimensional map, briefly listed the information in this document, then rubbed the entire document into the spot, placed it and took out another copy.

Yes, he still felt that textual information was not as clear as graphic information.

If Linglou can't find the location of that monster, he needs to judge the location of "him" through the information at hand.

But don't think that Mo Motang is voluntarily working overtime now that his mind is changing, he won't, he is already very dissatisfied that he hasn't had a vacation for so long, how could he do such a thing.

This is the result of his convincing himself with three times his salary.

Even if it looks like it's for Zhaowan, Shuangyuezong will benefit in the end.

But Mo Motang didn't have any interest in money, so the triple salary was turned into triple vacation time by him.

Anyway, Shuangyuezong has the final say.

Mo Motang viciously clenched his fist, and viciously marked another point on the map.

Before he took out a new file, Bell Tower's aqua-colored communication talisman appeared.

Mo Motang looked at it quietly for a while, and opened it resignedly.

[Thank you Mozun, avoiding the sky is very effective, please continue to improve Mozun. 】

"Preventing the sky" - the name Ling Lou gave to the bracelet-shaped magic weapon.

In a sense, being straightforward fits the style of Bell Tower.

He didn't object to Linglou naming the magic weapon when it hadn't even determined its appearance. He only hoped that in the future, Linglou wouldn't regret engraving such a name on his bracelet.

Yes, Ling Lou not only took it, she also planned to use it in a high-profile way.

Forget it, anyway, this will not be something he has to face, since Linglou feels that it is effective, then he will continue to do well in this direction.

Wait, so he can take a vacation now.

The reason he didn't relax these days was just because he was afraid that Ling Lou would think that he was unreliable and interrupt the cooperation, but now the effect came out, Ling Lou had confidence in him, and he could work slowly and meticulously as a matter of course.

And in order to ensure that he can complete the magic weapon with high quality, he needs to rest!

The next moment, a small teleportation circle appeared, sending back his semi-finished product, and at the same time, a scroll.

There is also this little note on it.

【This is a bonus, the Demon Lord should need it】

Mo Motang was puzzled for a moment, supported his body to sit up, and picked up the scroll.

Here is a complete list.

About the seasonal products, the most scarce goods, and the most competitive products in major stores and pharmacies, including their pricing.

Speaking of which, the snow has already started to fall, and it won't be long before the mountains will start to be closed, and the shops of the Shuangyue Sect will also be open for business.

If this list is used properly, the shop of Shuangyuezong will definitely be able to open in the shortest possible time.

As for why it is only opened, of course it is because it is easier to achieve small goals, lest the unsatisfactory results hurt the hearts of the little devils.

After all, this is a big deal.

Mo Motang transferred the list to Changqing, regardless of where Changqing is now, he has to go back to the room later, and how to use it, he believes that Changqing has its own way.

boom.

The slightly clumsy teleportation circle formed in front of him, Mo Mo Tang was a little surprised, not knowing what would be transmitted.

After a while, a pair of pointed black ears popped out of the magic circle, and seemed to be stuck again, and after a long while of hard squeezing, they couldn't squeeze their heads out.

Mo Motang looked helplessly for a while, and spoke first, "What are you doing?"

Hei Wu finally realized that he couldn't make it through, and tried hard to pull his head back in the opposite direction, but failed.

So in the end, the one who talked to Mo Motang became the ear of Hei Wu.

Hei Wu's voice also sounded awkward, "Slippery, slippery feet."

Mo Motang: "?"

Hei Wu didn't answer, but he didn't lie, it was really slippery, and he fell into the magic circle with his head.

Who would have thought that he would be stuck?

Mo Motang thought about his choice of words, and said again: "So what do you want to do?"

There was a chatter from there, and after a long time, a piece of paper was finally squeezed through the gap. Heiwu's voice sounded a little excited, and he said cheerfully: "This, this, I want to show the Lord a look. .”

Mo Motang took it over carefully, and just like that, a corner was torn in the end.

But that is the most marginal part, and there is no handwriting that does not affect viewing.

Mo Motang really read every word, but the black line on his forehead got longer and longer, and finally he couldn't help but asked: "What is this?"

Hei Wu's anticipation was disappointed, and he hurriedly said: "It's a poem, a poem I wrote to the Lord!"

Mo Motang took another look at the content on the paper. If you ignore the content, the handwriting is pretty neat, which is much better than some time ago.

But in terms of content, he really doesn't want to comment.

As if aware of his attitude, the black mist scratched the wall again, ah no, struggled, and squeezed its head away desperately.

The hard work paid off, and with a puff, the black mist really squeezed his head, but when he tried to squeeze his body, he got stuck inside, unable to move a little bit.

Hei Wu had no choice but to focus on business first, and thrust his chin hard to Mo Motang, "Recite it, my lord, read it!"

Mo Motang was struggling.

But obviously if he didn't read it, Hei Wu would try to tear himself off and come over.

Mo Motang decided to help Hei Wu take care of his body, after all, he had to repair it if it was broken.

Clearing his throat, Mo Motang took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the paper.

"For the first time, I saw the bright moon and the round jade plate, and the color of the begonia is amazing. The colorful silk is floating. It shines like a frosty sky, spring and autumn are chaotic, and the evening wind clears... what is this?"

Hei Wu immediately replied: "Jin Mo Hua."

Mo Motang let out a long "Oh", "So what is this poem about?"

Hei Wu's face was about to glow, and he said excitedly: "My lord, read the first word of each sentence again."

Mo Motang half-believingly asked: "Chu Tang shines late, what's wrong?"

Hei Wu blinked quickly, and a smile could be seen on Leopard's face.

Seeing Mo Motang felt even more strange, lowered his voice and read it again, and suddenly realized.

The next moment, Mo Motang slapped the black mist back with a slap.

"Written very well, don't write again next time!"

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