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

into the night.

It's snowing again.

The ice and snow seemed to be frozen into the bones, and no matter how thick the cotton clothes were, they could not stop them. The howling cold wind drove the villagers into the houses, and the smoke and dust in the chimneys would rise, and they would be blown invisible in the blink of an eye.

The charcoal used for heating is added to the charcoal stove one by one, and the fire gradually grows stronger.

Amidst the crackling of the fire, a pair of eyes leaned out of the window, with similar unease and prayer.

The sound of children crying suddenly sounded.

One sound at a time, tightening the heartstrings.

The old man sighed, turned around and held Xiao Guai in his arms, comforting him softly.

Where the line of sight fell, but refused to move back.

There was the center of the blizzard, above the Double Moon Sect.

The dense clouds completely covered the sky, as if separating the Shuangyue Sect from the world, it was so dark that it was frightening.

The wind was a bit heavy, and it swept around with goose-feather-like snowflakes, but cautiously, it bypassed a slightly thin purple figure in the courtyard.

Mo Motang was looking at the sky, the dark sky divided by red plum branches.

He felt that he should think about something, some emotion, some loneliness, or some expectation.

But he didn't, he was just wondering if tomorrow would be a sunny day.

The long-lasting message letters came one after another, and landed on his knees folded up, and another letter slipped down, scattered all over the place.

Long love is really smart, he thought.

Curiosity is also very heavy.

If he doesn't ask for a long time, he can completely hide his thoughts in his heart, pretending not to know, pretending that such a thing has never happened.

But Changqing reminded him.

His willfulness is not allowed.

There was only one knock on the door, and the next moment, the courtyard door opened a little bit.

Mo Motang knew who it was without looking, he didn't lock the door, he was just waiting for him.

After a moment of astonishment, Chang Qing still stepped into the courtyard, the surrounding magic energy changed instantly, and the courtyard door was slammed shut, isolating all sounds outside the door.

Changqing looked back for a while, turned her winking eyes to Shen Motang who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, raised a slight smile and said, "The Lord is waiting for me?"

Mo Motang blinked, slowly looked at Changqing with a flat gaze, and also smiled lightly: "I just think that our deputy suzerain will come."

Changqing chuckled lightly, glanced at the unopened messenger symbols scattered on the couch, subdued his smile unconsciously, and walked towards him, "Could it be that the Lord really has..."

Silent Tang nodded.

Sure enough, a long feeling.

Mo Motang asked again: "Don't you want to ask what it is?"

Changqing shook his head, "My lord doesn't want to say it, so I won't ask, but my lord should remember, I said that I will always support my lord, and when the time comes, my lord can just open my mouth."

Mo Motang lowered his gaze a little bit, "But I won't always be right."

Changqing stood in front of Shen Motang, indifferently said: "Where are there so many right and wrong? For Shuangyuezong, it is enough to be interesting."

Mo Motang chuckled, and after a while, sighed again: "War is not something interesting."

"That's why the Lord will stop it, isn't it?"

Silent Tang was slightly startled.

Changqing continued: "Isn't the lord's backhand just to prevent that kind of thing from happening?"

Mo Motang didn't answer, and after a long time, he looked up at Changqing again, "If it really can't be stopped, I will make Xianxiu disappear."

Changqing's body shook.

But only for a moment, Changqing knew that he had misunderstood.

Mo Motang wouldn't want to kill someone, so what he meant was...

"The Lord wants them to fall into demons?"

Mo Motang nodded, "Do you want to persuade me?"

Long Qing almost couldn't control his expression, the smile kept trying to expand, but was kept suppressed by reason.

He can do it, and he knows it for a long time.

No matter how incredible and difficult it is, he can do it.

No matter how much time and effort it takes, he can do it.

This is Mo Motang, his demon king, his suzerain.

Ah, what a chaotic beauty that would be.

What to do, he was about to start looking forward to it.

Changqing's face was gradually becoming ferocious, but he gritted his teeth firmly to maintain his demeanor, then shook his head and said: "Then I'm afraid I will persuade the Lord to hurry up."

Mo Motang stared at Changqing's face for a moment, stared at every change in his expression, and then shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that I shouldn't make you wait."

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Different from the gloomy and desolate Shuangyue Sect at the moment, Changtian Sect is bathed in the bright moon that is as clear as water.

But it's not peaceful either.

The news did not stop at the mouths of several young monks. The rumor that "the sword master fell in love with the demon master" spread more and more widely in the Changtian sect.

Afterwards, it intensified, and there was also the aftermath of spiritual power coming from the main peak.

Not only the secondary peak near the main peak, but also the entire Changtian sect.

The disciple guarding the gate took advantage of the gap between shifts to look in the direction of the main peak. Under the disturbance of the aftermath of spiritual power, he seemed uneasy.

These aftermaths of spiritual power were originally like the catharsis of the suzerain alone, but now, there is a trace of other Taoism in it-the ruthless Taoism.

The suzerain is forcing the sword master to be heartless, and the one who has the impact is the uncompromising sword master.

Rumors seem to be confirmed bit by bit.

These circumstances, including these aftermaths of spiritual power, shouldn't appear in Changtianzong's range like they are now.

But the enchantment of the main peak, including the enchantment set by the subsequent great elder, was broken.

Numerous times, it was broken.

But these barriers only reduce the wave of spiritual power generated by the two people's hedging, which is not easy.

The sword master is very firm, and the suzerain is also very firm, so determined that he has no time to take care of other things.

The only ones who waver are the youngest disciples at the bottom.

"Mozun could not have bewitched Sword Master, how could Sword Master be so crazy?"

"I don't think so, but I would like to know what's so good about Demon Lord, which can make Sword Lord so fascinated."

"I haven't seen it before, who can see that kind of big devil."

"But isn't the sword master actually cultivating the ruthless way? I thought..."

"Don't talk about you, everyone thinks."

The younger disciples sighed together, and then turned around to guess when this matter would be resolved.

It may not be resolved for a while.

But Zhao Wan was trying to think about how to end the matter early.

The hoarse and furious voice kept roaring at him.

"He ruined you! He ruined you!!!"

The strong spiritual power that blocked his sight still refused to give up and rushed towards him, carrying an order that could not be violated.

That was the remedy Zhao Ling was looking for, called the Ruthless Way.

Ruthless indeed.

Indeed, in line with his guess.

Behind the heavy fog, Zhao Ling was in the dark with red eyes.

His rationality no longer exists, and his words or actions are like old machines, repeating over and over again, and are on the verge of collapse.

It seemed that all that supported him was his obsession.

There were even faint signs that he was about to fall into the devil.

If this person falls into a demon, first, he will kill himself.

Changtianzong still needs a suzerain.

Zhaowan lifted her breath, the spiritual energy around her suddenly erupted, and the fog disappeared.

In the next moment, all the doors and windows of the meeting hall shattered and burst out.

At the same time, they took away the devilish energy that was trying to take root in Zhao Ling's body.

Zhao Ling was still hiding in the darkness, but his bloodshot eyes lifted up little by little, as if looking at the enemy.

"kill him."

Zhao Wan looked at him quietly for a long time, then he shook his head, "You know I won't."

Zhao Ling's face became more ferocious, "He will destroy you."

Zhaowan just retorted again: "He won't, he is saving me."

Zhao Ling was furious in an instant, "Do you know that, he is a demon! He only harms people, he won't save anyone at all! He won't even save you!"

Zhao Wan was unmoved at all, before that, he had already told Shuangyuezong what he had done, and it was meaningless to repeat it.

His deep eyes are quiet and peaceful, like the sea, like the sky, like the vast wilderness, except that he is not trapped in the world of Changtianzong.

Everything seemed small in those eyes.

Zhao Ling did not allow Zhao Wan to look at him like this, he kept hiding in the dark, approaching Zhao Wan step by step, exuding coercion step by step, trying to force Zhao Wan to kneel down step by step.

But he didn't succeed, couldn't possibly succeed.

In Zhao Wan's indifferent expression, he began to realize that he was far behind Zhao Wan.

This is a sharp sword that he polished with his own hands.

But now, Mozong wants to take away his things, his weapons, and his hope.

It hurts!

His actions were crazy, his face was ferocious, his voice was hoarse, and his hatred was overwhelming.

He clenched his teeth, and his voice was sharp.

"There are never two moons in the sky."

He stood in front of Zhao Wan, his eyes were dark.

"Zhaowan, adjust your position."

There was silence.

After a long time, Zhao Wan moved slightly to the side, leaving the moonlight behind her to the people in the shadows.

"Father, you are wrong."

The moonlight is dazzling.

Zhao Ling narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and said with displeasure, "What did you say?"

Zhao Wan released her spiritual power, and gathered a pool of clear water in front of her. In the water pool, the clear brilliance of the crescent moon was reflected.

Zhaowan sent the water ball to Zhaoling, "Two moons are never in the sky, where the moon can be seen, even if there is only a drop of water, there will be a second moon."

Another wave of spiritual power instantly dissipated it, and the water splashed everywhere.

"What nonsense!"

Zhao Wan didn't give up any drop of water, but he didn't gather them again either. Countless drops of water were suspended around his body, shining brightly under the refraction of countless moon shadows.

He suddenly said: "Shuangyuezong will not allow war."

Zhao Ling's gaze remained unchanged, "This is a crusade, a just crusade."

Zhao Wan retorted, "What is justice?"

But Zhao Ling sealed the doors and windows in an instant, blocking the moonlight that was trying to invade, and released flames at the same time, intending to evaporate all the water, "Do you want to help him?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, "I won't, and he won't allow it either."

"He's just using you."

Zhao Wan disagreed, "He did take advantage of my opportunities countless times, but he didn't."

Zhao Ling was impatient, and took a step forward, "If he was really as good as you said, he would not have been a demon from the very beginning. Don't you forget what happened to his fallen demon a hundred years ago? disaster."

Zhao Wan remembered, and because he remembered, he would not feel that it was Mo Motang's problem.

Mo Motang's fallen devil was just an inducement, but the real reason was Xianxiu.

They have already been confirmed.

But Zhao Ling wouldn't believe it.

Before convincing Zhao Ling with the facts, Zhao Wan suddenly saluted and said, "Since that's the case, please forgive me for not being able to participate in this 'crusade'. The suzerain is offended."

The temperature in the room continued to drop, and Zhao Ling was filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's why you like him so much? It must be him?"

Zhao Wan got up, bowed her head solemnly, "It must be him."