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

Mo Motang and Zhao Wan looked at each other for a while.

The two insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to the other, even Mo Motang was surprised, he didn't expect Zhao Wan to be so persistent in this matter.

What does this mean?

Where is this not!

You, Master Yijian, mixed up with Moxiu, but to help Mozong catch people back?

Ah, forgive him for using the word "catch", but no matter how much he emphasizes that "please" is "voluntary", there is really no difference in being put on the right way.

Not to mention mixing together, everyone wished to be clearly distinguished from Moxiu.

This is the view of the majority of righteous ways towards the Demon Sect, which is full of prejudice and vigilance.

He doesn't want to discuss whether it's right or wrong, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter okay!

Just talking about Zhaowan, how could he rush to get involved with the devils?

If he asks again, can this person agree to live in the village?

Just become a naturalized Shuangyuezong and forget it.

To save him from having to devote all his energy to figuring out Zhaowan's future.

After all, if Zhengdao finds out, this person will never shirk responsibility, just admit it every minute!

I can't tell whether it's warm-hearted or too easy to deceive.

Wait, is this the real reason why Zhaowan became a tool person in the original text?

Mo Motang couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Maybe he should have noticed earlier, if nothing else, let's talk closer, the shops and business names planned by his Shuangyuezong, all of them have Zhao Wan's intention to get involved.

But in the original text, is Zhao Wan such a character?

Mo Motang began to think about what Zhao Wan had shown up.

It was nothing more than the fact that the protagonist Shou encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, so he passed it back to Chang Tianzong through various channels, and passed it to Zhao Wan's ears, and then Zhao Wan rushed to solve it, and immediately disappeared beside the protagonist Shou after solving it.

Don't treat the protagonist Shou and the people around him as light bulbs at all.

Or someone who will appear next to the protagonist.

It can probably be regarded as a rule, but there is almost no such thing as Zhao Wan performing other tasks.

The only time was Zhao Wan's ending.

Mo Motang didn't want to recall.

But now, Mo Motang finally gave up on continuing to look at Zhao Wan, turned his head away, and turned to look at the shadows of the two on the ground.

The sun slanted slightly, involuntarily bringing Zhao Wan's shadow into the door of the room that he refused to step into.

Mo Motang was in a complicated mood, and suddenly asked, "Are you still getting the old lady's water?"

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, and replied yes.

Mo Mo frowned slightly, "I'm not saying it's not good to fetch water for the old lady, but, is this really what you should do? As a sword master, as a representative of demon slayer?"

Zhaowan avoided the key points in the question, and only replied: "It's okay."

It could be heard that Zhao Wan really didn't care too much.

But whether you don't care and whether you should or not are two different things.

He only knows this one, this old lady, what about the others?

What about the other tens of thousands of old ladies and grandfathers?

Is Zhaowan also helping to fetch water?

There are only a few in Zhaowan, just one!

You can let Zhao Wan go to Huanhai, Xianfeng, and Shuangyuezong, but you can't let Zhao Wan occupy so many chores among these tasks.

Mo Motang let out a long breath, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wan again, "Then I will ask again."

Zhao Wan blinked, the sun spared no effort to sprinkle light on his face, under the cover of thick eyelashes, the pupils even shone with golden light.

Mo Motang couldn't ignore it, so he had to bring it into his sight, but his tone was uncontrollably and somewhat aggressive, "Is there no one in your Changtian sect?"

Zhao Wan couldn't understand for a while, and doubt suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Mo Motang didn't intend to continue playing around with Zhao Wan, and said bluntly: "Let's put it this way, you have so many disciples from the Changtian Sect, what are they doing?"

In Zhaowan's mind, only Zhu Yuansi's face appeared. Every time Zhu Yuansi went to Shuangyuezong, he would send a message to him in advance, and when he returned safely to Changtianzong, he would also notify him.

It was his own request, he remembered.

But on weekdays, it seems that it is really difficult for him to have contact with other disciples.

Even before he crowned the name of Sword Master.

Mo Motang only thought that Zhao Wan hadn't reacted yet, and continued: "How many old ladies are in each of their hands?"

Zhao Wan didn't know, she shook her head truthfully, "I don't know."

Shen Motang understood, and asked again: "Have you ever seen them perform their mission?"

Zhao Wan nodded, and in Shen Motang's expectant eyes, explained: "When you go deep into the secret realm, you will occasionally have disciples with you."

Although this is occasional, only once.

Shen Motang frowned slightly, obviously not convinced, but he didn't want to delve into this "occasionally", he just said: "Are you still going to the secret realm?"

Zhao Wan nodded and said yes, "Some things can only be found in secret realms."

Mo Motang expressed his understanding, and asked, "What about the others?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, "I'm not very clear."

Mo Motang sighed, and helplessly stretched out his palm in front of Zhao Wan, "I know, I'll tell you."

After all, that book is written around the protagonist who is a disciple of Changtianzong. In terms of tasks, except for a few special ones, the difference is generally not too big.

He withdrew his thumb first, "Collecting. Spiritual medicines and spiritual cores are generally not very special things."

He withdrew his index finger again, "Preparation. Medicinal pills and instruments, usually not too partial."

He withdrew his middle finger again, "Fight monsters, cough, practice. Find a place to train actual combat skills."

Then there is the ring finger, "Orientation task. Ask for help from outside the sect, investigate and resolve any incident."

The last one is the little finger. Mo Motang thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything else to summarize, so he simply said: "Wait, wait, wait."

Then, Mo Motang withdrew his hand completely, and continued: "It's not important. The important thing is that no one will spend all their time on these tasks unless they are willing."

"So, Ah Wan, did you pick your tasks, the tasks that take up all your time, by yourself?"

This sound seemed to be bewitching, Zhao Wan slowly shook his head.

He never had a choice.

Zhao Ling was trying to outlaw his ego, and he knew it.

Mo Motang stared at him, took all his expressions into his eyes, seemed to be puzzled, and asked him uncertainly, "So Sword Master, don't you find it strange?"

The question was "Jian Zun".

But the one who knew everything and ignored Zhao Ling's voice in silence was Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan raised her eyes to look at Mo Motang, her eyes were calm, "Jian Zun has no choice."

Mo Motang was slightly startled, "Then, where's Ah Wan?"

Zhao Wan lowered her gaze.

The matter seemed to be out of the scope of continuing to speak. Shen Motang took a deep breath, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It seems that the only way to solve it is to make Chang Tianzong disappear, isn't it?"

Before he continued to say "it's a pity", Zhao Wan suddenly raised her head with deep eyes.

"Or Sword Master."

Silent Tang felt a chill down his spine.

From Zhao Wan's eyes, he saw the seriousness hidden under the clumsy jokes.

Mo Motang hurriedly shouted: "That can't be done!"

"Only you can't!"

Zhao Wan was slightly stunned, a strange brilliance reflected in her golden eyes.

It was only then that Mo Motang realized what he had said, and hurriedly made amends: "How difficult it is to surpass you in the way of swordsmanship."

The connection before and after sounds weak and powerless.

Zhao Wan didn't make a sound, but her eyes were much softer, and she no longer had any dangerous thoughts.

Mo Motang blinked, hurriedly slipped out of sight, slowed down for a while, and still planned to persuade, "Since Changtianzong is still there, and Sword Master will not disappear, then Ah Wan, the matter of Shuangyuezong is really a big deal." Leave it alone."

Zhao Wan shook her head with firm eyes.

Mo Motang's heart skipped a beat.

But Zhao Wan said at this moment, "There is no Sword Master in the Shuangyue Sect."

It was Ah Wan who came to Shuangyuezong, that's right.

But is it true?

Mo Motang smiled bitterly, "But there is a demon king, and there are a bunch of demon heads, big and small."

Mo Motang didn't stop, and continued: "Ah Wan came back with Changqing and the others this time, and the monks who are monitoring outside are not allowed to record and report?"

Zhao Wan obviously won't forget this, "They can't see me."

It seems that the camouflage was done early in the morning.

Mo Mo Tangxin said yes, if there is a problem, she won't wait until now to be pulled out.

Not to mention being as powerful as Zhao Wan, but Zhu Yuansi, how many times Zhu Yuansi has been in and out of Shuangyue Sect, and so far I have not heard of being discovered by Changtian Sect.

I was just about to mention the villagers who failed to win over, but then I thought about it, how could these few allow the villagers who refused to keep their memories?

If you look at it this way, it seems that he is really worrying too much, but Shen Motang is very unhappy.

He still hasn't forgiven Zhao Wan for tampering with the content of his summoning talisman.

But apart from his displeasure with Zhao Wan's actions, he also realized another thing.

About why I didn't tell Changqing and the others personally, but Zhao Wan relayed it on my behalf.

About the inconvenience of the messenger symbol.

He needs to establish a faster and more effective communication channel with Zhaowan.

If possible, he also hopes that this channel will only be used for ordinary communication with Zhao Wan in the future, and it will be used when Zhao Wan made an appointment with him.

Thinking about it, Mo Motang pressed his hands against Zhao Wan: "You should be lower."

Zhao Wan was a little puzzled, but she still did it.

Saying "Don't move", Mo Motang modified Zhaowan's hairpin a little bit, and took out a thin ring from it, like a silver thread, even if he didn't pretend to be, it was slender enough to let People ignore.

This is a simple communication tool, point-to-point, and it will only connect to him.

He opened his hand and asked Zhao Wan to follow him. Under Zhao Wan's puzzled eyes, the ring left Shen Mo Tang's hand and put it on Zhao Wan's little finger.

In the next moment, the ring disappeared, as if it didn't exist.

Zhao Wan stared intently at the place where the circle disappeared, unable to understand what this thing was for.

Mo Motang explained to Zhao Wan who was confused, and said: "We don't need the communication talisman, how about trying this?"

Zhao Wan nodded and said yes, under Shen Motang's instruction, poured spiritual power into operation and started.

The silver ring obeyed Zhao Wan's idea and revealed a little light, which connected to a certain silver bracelet on Shen Motang's wrist.

Mo Motang accepted his summons.

The author has something to say:

Mo Motang: You told me this thing is a ring?

Seven points: hey