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

Mo Motang and Zhao Wan started fighting.

All the way from the door of the study to the gate of Shuangyuezong.

At the moment when the You clock rang, Mo Motang successfully squeezed Zhao Wan out of the door, and closed the door tightly with a bang.

“Remember to make an appointment in advance next time!”

The closed door almost hit Zhao Wan's nose, her mind was stunned for a moment, and she raised her hand to knock, but the door suddenly opened again, revealing Shen Motang's hand, and slapped a piece of paper on the door.

Mo Motang's fingers pointed to the paper just pasted, and the silver bracelets collided with each other, crisp and sweet, "Look clearly, this is working time, don't come at other times."

There was another bang, and the door closed.

There are several time points written on the paper, from the early morning to the noon, and from the early afternoon to the early afternoon, a total of three and a half hours.

Zhao Wan stretched out her hand to grab it, but unexpectedly the door opened again, and Shen Motang's head poked out, with a deliberate smirk on her lips, she stretched out her index finger and pointed down.

"Also, the Shuangyue Sect has doors."

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Mo Motang leaned against the door and waited for a moment, making sure that Zhao Wan Yujian had left before turning around and taking a step.

In just a moment, the devils who had been hiding far away moved over cautiously, with colorful expressions on their faces, as if they had knocked down several big dyeing vats in the dyeing workshop.

Mo Motang couldn't tell whether they were frightened or happy, so he only said, "What's wrong?"

The heads of the devils shook their heads quickly, and then another burst of shouts shook the sky, "Your Majesty is mighty!"

Like mighty or not, anyway, he is off work.

Shen Motang nodded perfunctorily, with a clear goal of walking in the direction of his yard.

Don't say your best, it's true that Zhao Wan didn't even think about fighting him.

But his purpose was not to do anything to Zhao Wan, he just wanted to drive him away.

He originally thought that after he left Song Bai behind, Zhao Wan would just give up and stop thinking about the ghost idea of ​​a sword master coming to the Demon Sect to read and write. How could Zhao Wan think that the old man is a mortal who is alone in the Demon Sect and is not at ease? Because of this, I actually proposed to say that I come to pick up and drop off every day.

outrageous.

It's better for the old man to wait for Zhaowan to pick him up every day than to let Changqing pick him up!

He really couldn't figure out why Zhaowan wanted to come to him so actively, Zhengdao was going to attack him, Shuangyuezong?

The way he came from the study partly overlapped with his return to the yard. Shen Motang walked around and looked around, only to find that they had beaten up and down all the way, leaving almost no traces. He was so angry that when he smashed out the magic weapon, he missed it, and suffered a disaster.

Tuanjin is what we call it here. The big flowers are very similar to peonies. They are brightly colored but not coquettish. They are very beautiful when they bloom in clusters.

Shen Motang liked it very much, so he stood at the fork in the road, his eyes fell on the broken petals of the brocade and the roots exposed on the ground, feeling a little distressed.

Suddenly, Mo Motang walked towards them and rolled up his sleeves by the way.

He decided to transplant them into his yard.

After Shen Motang dug out the brocade and carried it back, he dug a hole in front of his window and buried it in water. When he woke up the next day, he saw that the remaining petals were scattered all over the ground, and there was not a single leaf that was not talking about it. Withered.

Mo Motang's transplant plan has achieved a preliminary...failure.

Reluctant to pour some water again, Mo Motang walked out of the yard, but not to the study.

It was the first time, and I went to Changqing.

He needed the help of the deputy suzerain and others to replace him who was unable to go out and use his abilities, and set up the mountain guard formation.

Then, then he got lost.

Damn, the original owner doesn't even know where Changqing lives, so how can he find it!

Walking aimlessly on the road, the little devil who was seen everywhere on weekdays has completely disappeared at this moment, Mo Mo Tang turned his head suspiciously three times, but failed to find any trace of being followed.

Not normal.

As he walked, Mo Motang realized that he was walking unconsciously on the way to Song Bai's residence, and that was the only place in his mind that corresponded to the resident.

Well, just go and have a look.

Before the people arrived, all kinds of noisy voices came from Song Baiyuan to his ears. Mo Motang panicked, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

The disappearing little devils were surrounding the yard tightly at the moment, and when they saw him, they moved for a while, successfully clearing a way for him to enter the yard.

The source of the noise was in the courtyard, and it would be quicker and more effective to ask someone than to see it with your own eyes. Mo Motang rushed in a few steps, and at a glance, he saw Chang Qing, who was wearing a fiery red dress, watching the fire dazzlingly.

Several little devils in the courtyard wrestled together, the long horns on their foreheads were sharply bent, and there were dull or hollow sounds when they collided, which was quite wild.

What is this doing?Beast?Why in the old man's courtyard?

Shouts of applause resounded everywhere, and when he saw his appearance, there were a few sporadic greetings, Shen Mo Tang raised his hand and pressed his hand, seeing that Song Bai, who was watching the play with Changqing, walked over there.

Trying her best to avoid the relentless little devil in the arena, Mo Motang finally walked in front of Chang Qing, and before she could catch her breath, she unexpectedly asked, "How about the outcome?"

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, why did he ask such a question?

While he was in a daze, Changqing pointed to one person in the field and said: "It should be soon, especially him, he is much stronger than he looks."

Song Bai at the side stroked his gray beard and nodded, sighed: "You can't judge by appearance."

There was a little devil behind him who brought out a chair for him, Mo Motang thought it would be useless to sit, so he sat down at will, and then turned around a little in his mind.

Although there is no relevant memory in his mind, this kind of scene should be common to everyone here, so even if he doesn't know it, his body will automatically give the appropriate response.

Looking closely at the little devils in the field right now, I found that they all had cloth strips tied around their wrists, in different colors, but there were so many of them in each color.

It's a game.

This is the conclusion that Mo Motang finally came to.

The last little devil who was tied with blue cloth strips was suddenly pushed to the ground, and the shouts of applause broke through the sky, so loud that Mo Mo Tang wanted to cover his ears.

In fact, he did.

The cheers soon dissipated, the outcome of the field was not completely clear, the wrestling was still going on, Mo Motang suddenly pulled the sleeves of Chang Qing.

Changqing felt it, and leaned over to his ear, "What's the matter, my lord?"

Mo Motang pointed to Song Bai who was fascinated by the side, "Why did you choose this place?"

"Mr. Song chose it, and he formed it because he wanted to see it." A long-hearted smile appeared in an instant, and he lowered his voice close to his ear, "I think if Mr. Song wasn't not very talented, he would also be in our group at this moment." Zong Nei."

Changqing's breath rubbed against his ear, with some itchiness, which made him very uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to stay away from him regardless of whether Changqing finished talking.

But he heard everything he said, and his gaze swept over Song Bai, who had a ruddy complexion and bright eyes, and felt that what Chang Qing said was not unreasonable.

In the end, there was only a yellow cloth strip left in the field, but it was strange that the object of crowd cheering and crowding was the red cloth strip.

Mo Mo Tang pondered for a while, not remembering the rules of the game, but remembered his original purpose of coming here in deep thought.

Mo Mo Tang's sudden standing up first frightened the circle of little devils around him, and then noticed the red cloth on his face, and then, silence permeated, and the air seemed to freeze.

He didn't want to be scary or show off his power, so he could only relax his expression, "Let's go to work."

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Shen Motang released his consciousness to cover the deployment of the surveillance demons.

The devils have different ideas, and he didn't dare to let so many people handle the mountain protection formation, the main thing is positioning.

Countless small teleportation talismans were held by the devils. Within a certain range from the Shuangyue Sect, seven people intersected with each other, buried half a step, and circled the Shuangyue Sect for a week.

Another week.

And he only needs to wait for the demon bosses to complete, confirm that the burial of the talisman paper is the same, and then send the required to each point, and the mountain protection formation will be completed.

He has prepared a mountain of talisman papers in the mustard seeds. The formation on it is the most powerful formation that Mo Momentang can draw so far. Although it may only block a monk who has just opened his mind, each of his talismans The paper is made of hundreds of talisman papers with the same effect.

And this is just the beginning.

He can superimpose it infinitely until it reaches the strength and function he needs. This is the best solution Mo Tang can come up with within his ability.

I don't believe it can't stop Zhao Wan!

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It’s good that we have to go to work together to catch fish