Be a demon GL

Chapter 47

The outdoor environment is no better than an inn. Since the incident with Le Fangteng last time, Shananke seems to be a different person, and he is extremely vigilant.

Now even the tents are not allowed to be erected, and the disciples are only ordered to rest in the carriage.

Fortunately, all of them are monks who have formed alchemy, so it is no problem to face the freezing weather.

Laishan is located at the southern end of the Dayan Dynasty. In winter, the mountain is not covered by heavy snow, but there is frost at night. After a whole night in the wild, the disciples of Zhaoyao Mountain woke up the next day with wet clothes.

Misfortunes never come singly. As soon as everyone dried their clothes and set foot on the mountain path of Laishan, it began to rain again.

Dark clouds billowed and thunder rumbled, not like light rain.

Xia Nanke had no choice but to ask a group of disciples to hide under the tree in the cave, barely avoiding it.

The icy rainwater flowed down his neck into his clothes, and Xun Lian twisted his neck uncomfortably. Even with spiritual protection, this humid weather is really irritating.

"There are heavy rains in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the weather is getting weirder now." Bletilla striata stood under the tree, built a shed between her eyebrows with her hands, and looked sadly at the mist that filled the forest due to the rain.

It was fine if she didn't say that, but when she said it, everyone started to complain.

"Who says it's not? The winter is so wet and cold, and the spring and summer are extremely dry. How can the common people live?"

"No wonder I saw more and more refugees along the way."

"It's a sign of chaos in the world. The people are displaced. The next step is the overthrow of the royal power?" A disciple laughed jokingly.

These words were rebellious, but somehow they got a response from a group of disciples. In their view, the people under the jurisdiction of the Great Yan Dynasty were living in such misery, and it was only a matter of time before the kingship was overthrown.

Xia Nanke was too lazy to argue with them, and let a group of disciples chat about everything, while he turned his head and asked Xia Youchu, "How is it? Is it cold?"

Xia Youchu dressed quite thickly, instead of wearing a thin long gown.She was sitting cross-legged on the dry stone in the cave at the moment, her face was pale and blue.

After all, He Chuan's first battle still mobilized his energy, and Xia Youchu was on the stage of raising his realm again. This bumpy road came over, and he was not alive or dead for several days, and finally broke through his cultivation yesterday.

"It's okay." Xia Youchu half closed his eyes, extremely sleepy, and replied softly to Xia Nanke.

Xun Lian, who was sitting next to her, turned her head to look, and reached out to help Xia Youchu pull the cloak closer. As soon as she withdrew her hand, Xia Youchu grabbed her hand and led her to warm under her cloak. .

The two of them didn't speak, but they were inexplicably in tune.Xia Nanke glanced away and walked away. Since the last time Xun Lian disappeared, the relationship between the two seemed to have changed a lot overnight.

Before that, it was Xun Li who acted like a baby from time to time, but now Xia Nanke always felt that Xia Youchu was always clinging to Xun Li.

He is not the only one who feels this way, Xun Lian himself also has this illusion.

Just like now, it looks like Xia Youchu is helping her warm her hands on the bright side, but Xia Youchu is holding her hand in a place invisible under the cloak, and has been gently scratching her palm. .

Such small actions are completely inconsistent with the appearance of Zhou Zhengnvjun, who is sitting upright on the surface.

Xun Lian was completely used to it from the initial doubts. Not only did he not hate it, but he also liked Xia Youchu's intimacy with her very much.She sat beside Xia Youchu, and leaned on Xia Youchu's shoulder comfortably.

When the rain stopped, it was already noon, and the team at Zhaoyao Mountain finally got ready to go up the mountain again.

The mountain road was filled with rocks and tree trunks brought by the rain. When a group of people were staring at each other, another team came up from the bottom of the mountain road.

It is said that it is a team, but in fact there are only two people.

The one who took the lead was the old Taoist who met outside Hechuan City that day, and the little disciple with a runny nose followed behind him.

Seeing the team at Zhaoyao Mountain, the old Taoist didn't care, and greeted them loudly even though they were far away.

"Where is the immortal friend in front? Report your name quickly." He stroked his gray beard, shook his tattered robe, and shouted.

Zhaoyao Mountain has always been held high by others, how could a group of young and energetic disciples bear it, some disciples immediately retorted: "Please report your name first."

The old man pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Why do you care so much? Can you care who the old man is?"

The young and energetic disciple fell backward in anger and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Xia Nanke.

Xia Nanke cupped his hands at the old Taoist and said, "I'm Xia Yaoshan, Xia Nanke, and bring my disciples to participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering."

The old Taoist didn't even return the gift, and he said as a matter of course: "Since you are a junior, please clean up this mountain road."

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are few people who rely on their elders to sell their elders. All the major immortal sects are polite and courteous, but this old Taoist seems to be extraordinarily unrestrained, and doesn't take the name of Zhaoyao Mountain seriously at all.

Some disciples were so angry that they wanted to go forward to argue, but Shananke stopped him again.

"Eldest brother, we came all the way here, and we are not ordered to do this." The disciple said very annoyed.

Xia Nanke glanced at him lightly, and said, "He's an old man with a child by his side. Could it be that you want this old man to clean up the mountain road?"

"Besides, even if he doesn't give orders, we have to walk this mountain road, don't we have to clean it up?"

The disciple was dazed by Xia Nanke's words, and wanted to refute, but had to admit that what the other party said was reasonable.

So a group of high-school disciples who were accustomed to being pampered and pampered began to clean up the mountain road under the command of a bad old man.

He turned around and turned behind Xia Youchu. Xia Youchu was using his spiritual power to drag a piece of wood that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. She piled the wood together neatly and firmly.

The old man nodded, looking very satisfied.

Then he turned his head and saw Xun Lian's legs dangling around doing nothing. Xun Lian wanted to help, but Xia Youchu refused.

Xia Youchu took the cloak and laid a place for her on the wood pile, allowing her to sit comfortably.

"What's the matter with you little girl? Everyone is working, why are you slacking off by yourself?" The old man blew his beard and stared at Xun Lian.

Xun Lian had been watching silently with his chin resting on his shoulders, but he raised his eyes slowly after hearing what he said.

"They're all working? Then why are you so idle?" She replied lukewarmly.

The old man was choked by her question, and left angrily.

Xia Youchu looked up amusedly, just in time to see Xun Lian sticking his tongue out at his back.

"Naughty." She smiled, and the dimple on her right cheek flashed.

Xun Lian scratched his head and subconsciously laughed along with him.

She is now as tall as Xia Youchu, and she is no longer a child in terms of appearance alone.

Xia Youchu was used to her in everything, even such trivial things as dressing and combing her hair were still helped by her.

It's not that no one has said that Xia Youchu is so used to the little boy around her, but she said "I'm happy" to go back.Even Xun Lian felt that she was about to be spoiled. If she left Xia Youchu one day, she would definitely not get used to it.

After finally clearing up the point in front of him, Xia Youchu made a move, and then stepped forward.

She opened her hands and said to Xun Lian gently, "Come."

Xun Lian understood immediately, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a line with a smile, and he threw himself from the pile of wood into Xia Youchu's arms.

"Senior sister, am I heavy?" Xun Lian was held in Xia Youchu's arms and hadn't put it down for a long time.

Xia Youchu said: "It's okay."

Xun Lian pursed his lips, struggled twice and said, "Let me down, I'll go by myself."

Xia Youchu didn't let go, put her head in his arms, and said softly: "Wait a minute, there is mud here, be careful to get your feet wet, I'll carry you there."

As he said that, he carried Xun Lian and walked a long way forward. Xun Lian was quite tall now, and it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable hanging in Xia Youchu's arms.

She arched left and right, and lowered her head to look at the feet of the two of them.

Sure enough, the mud-covered mountain road was almost difficult to get off. Xia Youchu's feet were already terribly dirty after wading back and forth in the mud.

She looked at the others, although they were also walking in the mud, all of them had used the technique of avoiding dust, and they were not stained with any dirt.

Only her senior sister walked among them like an ordinary person.

"Senior sister's shoes are also dirty." Xun Lian whispered.

Only then did Xia Youchu lower his eyes to look at her, and smiled again, this time the dimple on his right cheek was deeply sunken.

"Who did I dirty my shoes for?" she asked.

Xun Lian was taken aback for a moment, and replied honestly: "For me."

Xia Youchu nodded in satisfaction, and carefully put her in another dry place.

"Just remember." After Xia Youchu finished speaking, he flicked his long sleeves, and the dirt on his feet was immediately wiped off, and when he stepped into the mud, he was as spotless as other monks.

Xun Lian didn't understand what she meant, and followed her with puzzled eyes.

The road ahead is still being cleared, and the old road is not idle, and the noisy voice keeps coming.

"Hey! Don't throw it around, how about hitting someone?"

"Hurry up, you guys, have you been dawdling and haven't eaten?" The old man rambled behind them.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't eat." Baiji glanced at him and said angrily.

The old man glared back at her and said, "Didn't you eat? You still have the strength to mess around with a bad old man like me?"

Now Baiji didn't even have the intention to retort, she had found out that this old Taoist was simply not good at anything.

Fortunately, they were all a group of monks with spiritual power, and they quickly cleared the way to the top of the mountain.

According to the command of the old Taoist, gravel, mud and all kinds of messy tree trunks were piled up on both sides of the road.

A group of people packed up while walking, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

It was only when I came up that I was dumbfounded.

On the top of the mountain, several houses were piled up with messy wood, not to mention the roof, even the walls are ventilated.

The messy pile of wood was neither standard nor aesthetically pleasing, and it was hardly comparable to the piles of wood piled up on both sides of the mountain road.

"Senior Sister." Xun Lian, who has lived in a shabby cottage for more than a hundred years, was stunned by the scene in front of her. She opened her mouth wide and asked in surprise, "This is really a place where immortals live."

Xia Youchu was silent for a while, and it was difficult to explain to her that there were some sloppy ones among the immortals.

After all, Laishan is also one of the three great fairy sects in the world, how could it be so dilapidated.

Can Immortal Yuxi really survive?