The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The list of subjugating demons and demons is distributed all over the world, and its function is equivalent to the official list of mortal towns. People who are in trouble write down what kind of ghosts they have suffered recently, and post them on it, and then attach the corresponding rewards at the bottom. Naturally, there are enthusiastic monks who are short of money and are willing to come to provide assistance.

Cultivators who don’t become immortals don’t have to worry about food and clothing because of this. Being a cultivator is an extra job, and some people make a lot of money because of this, but Jiang Shuyu is a strange flower...

Standing in the snow up to his calf, Xie Yang held a dustpan in his left hand and a broom in his right, and heaved a long sigh, hating iron for being weak - no wonder that kid Jiang Miaomiao didn't come, it's because he knew he had to help others - that idiot Jiang Shuyu, A small iron sword actually tricked him over!

Looking at Jiang Shuyu who was putting tiles on the house in the distance, he wished he could rush up and ask him if he still knew himself as an immortal teacher.

"Hmm..." Jiang Shuyu's nose was itchy, and a sneeze was about to come out, so he quickly covered it with his hand, thus saving his dignity.

He subconsciously glanced at the little apprentice who was holding a broom in the snow, thinking that he had been scolded just now.

"Master Immortal, do you want more thatch?"

At this time, Brother Donghai, who was repairing the beams above with him, asked suddenly.

Only then did Jiang Shuyu look back, and briefly replied: "Yes."

Yinshu Township is located at the foot of Changliu Mountain. It is located in the north. There are not many people. It is a town for mortals. The weather in Songming City has gone crazy in the past two days. Goose feathers and heavy snow have been underground day and night. The people above are warming wine and writing poems. Snow, I think it's quite interesting, the people below don't have such thoughts, just the collapsed beams and the snow blocking the door are enough to upset them for a while.

But fortunately, they still have "someone on top"—because of their closeness, they have met Jiang Shuyu a few times.

For this reason, the old village chief took out the old sword that his ancestors used when they were monks, wrote a post overnight and posted it, and attached a sentence at the bottom: Sincerely, Master Jiang Xianshi, the owner of Changliu Mountain.

Completely write the distress post as a letter.

"Alas..." Xie Yang sighed, and blamed himself for peeling off the word Jiang Shuyu when he saw the word Jiang Shuyu. No wonder the two of them couldn't even eat meat before.

In his previous life, he was the demon world feared by everyone, Yan Luo, the kind who could directly ward off evil spirits by hanging a portrait on the wall, but now he has been reduced to a group of mortals sweeping the streets, and his resentment can't be hidden for a while, and it overflows his words.

Jiang Shuyu didn't wear the friar's uniform with the slaughter today, instead he wore a white dress, and his long hair was still tied up meticulously, clean and tidy as if he was about to blend into the ice and snow.

His eyes were focused on what he was doing, and some thin muscles were looming in the loose collar with his arms rising and falling. He looked calm, reliable and full of strength, and it was obvious that Xie Yang was not the only one who thought so.

"Master Jiang Xian is thirsty, do you want to come down for a drink?"

"Is Jiang Xianshi tired, or do you want to take a break?"

"Master Jiang Immortal! Come down and wipe off your sweat!"

Damn, where did the sweat come from that piece of ice!

Why not shovel snow if you have this spare time!

Under the eaves, a group of "well-meaning people" gathered around with tea and snacks waiting for orders. Jiang Shuyu didn't say a word and just knew what to do, but Xie Yang heard one of the girls whispering to her companion: "Jiang Shuyu Immortal Master is really capable, if someone becomes his wife, it will be a great blessing!"

Xie Yang: "Huan Madam, this kind of person is born to be a bachelor..."

"What? Jealous?"

The old man who suddenly appeared beside him startled Xie Yang, it turned out to be the village chief.

In the past, if someone approached him, he would definitely hear it. It was all due to the snow, which buried even the sound of footsteps.

Xie Yang: "My uncle is ashamed of himself, he is an ordinary middle-aged monk, and he is jealous of what he does."

Having said that, his action of sweeping snow is heavy to pierce the soil surface. The township chief smiled at it, stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "Since you are his disciple, how can you even touch his body?" Never heard of the legend? He..."

"I know," Xie Yang buttoned his ears, "Slaying a witch and killing a devil's head is better than killing evil for the people..."

Annoying or not, hearing those two sentences over and over again made his ears feel callused, if he has the ability to take it home and make a confession!

The woman who shoveled the snow in front heard this and said puzzledly, "You know it all, why don't you cherish it?"

"It wasn't you who dared to commit suicide." Xie Yang rolled his eyes in his heart, he was too lazy to talk to them again.

The ground has been cleaned up, Xie Yang discovered that there are many petals buried under the snow, he doesn't think the skin is thick, so he asked again: "The plum tree doesn't grow on the side of the street, why are there so many petals in front of this house?"

"Ah! You have swept too deeply, there is no need to clean it like this!"

I don't know if it was because of the strong wind, but the woman's eyes were red, she whispered: "This is my house, the petals are buried for my husband to pray for blessings..."

"Pray?"

The old village elder smiled and said: "I see you are an outsider. We have a custom here. Falling flowers still have the aura of heaven and earth. When you bury them with your own hands, you can communicate with yin and yang, and pray for the one you love. She, her husband just died the year before last... Sigh, The old and young wives and children left behind must have something to think about, don’t they?”

Before the voice of the old village chief finished speaking, the woman had long since disappeared.

Xie Yang doesn't like hurting spring and mourning autumn the most, so now he regrets talking so much, it made him sad.

He had no choice but to show a sympathetic look at the fellow village chief: "It's true."

It’s just that the widow is pitiful, the longing is like a mountain and a tsunami, and there is nowhere to vent, and sometimes the fake has to be taken as the truth.

At this time, Jiang Shuyu jumped down from the house after repairing the house, took the towel handed by the side, thanked him, and walked over here.

The elder's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands and said, "Hey! Are you done? There are no men in our village, thank you, Master Immortal!"

Taking advantage of the gap between the inspection by the village chief, Jiang Shuyu threw the towel over. He reached out and tapped his side face to signal Xie Yang: "It's dirty."

Xie Yang had no choice but to take it and rub it while saying: "Master, we are cultivators after all, so we can use magic power to do it for them. Do we need to do it ourselves?"

Jiang Shuyu said: "Mana power is not omnipotent, and the changed things are always unstable."

"Then you are a majestic immortal master, helping a group of mortals sweep the streets, you say this spread..."

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Shuyu glanced at him coldly, he had no choice but to stop complimenting, and watched Jiang Shuyu's expression change and waited for the next step.

But Jiang Shuyu turned his face, straightened his body, looked straight ahead and said: "All things are created equal, and immortal masters are no exception. Besides, this title is given to me because everyone can see it. I have never given it to me." I never said I wanted to."

"Cut," Xie Yang thought, "You're still acting good when you get a bargain."

With all kinds of disdain in his heart, he still pretended to be innocent: "I don't understand Master's words, so why are we holding swords?"

"Keep what you want, protect what you love."

Jiang Shuyu blurted out these words without thinking for a second, because this was his vow and original intention when he entered Songming and became a monk.

It's a pity that Xie Yang didn't listen to this, and still followed behind and asked: "Really? Did the master protect it?"

The two rows of footprints extending on the snow stopped, Jiang Shuyu's cold heart trembled suddenly, and he was completely stunned.

For him, the most difficult thing is not whether he can keep it or not, but what choice he made when what he wanted and what he loved ran counter to each other...

[The author has something to say: This article is also known as "The Devil's Cold Field Handbook" (?°?д°?)]