Changsheng Valley, the mouth of the valley.
Li Ziye gave orders and Hibiscus dug holes, and they cooperated tacitly without any complaints.
As the saying goes, if men and women work together and work without getting tired, a charming woman like Mu Jin can brave the wind and snow to dig holes. Li Ziye is the only one in the world.
In the wind and snow, Mu Jin carried the divine weapon Qian Ji Bai Lian and forcibly broke the ice and snow under him. Huge cracks continued to spread, reaching hundreds of feet away.
In front of the crack, Li Ziye lay on the ground, took a look, and then jumped down.
"Be careful."
Seeing this, Hibiscus reminded.
"rest assured."
Under the crack, Li Ziye took out his fish intestine sword and dug out some pieces of soil. He picked it up with his hands and quickly found the clay he wanted.
The quality is very average, far inferior to the clay used by the Li family to make porcelain and pottery. However, in this world of ice and snow, the requirements cannot be too high.
"What is Miss Hibiscus doing?"
At this time, in the valley, Qingzhu came over and asked with a gentle look, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
When Mu Jin saw the person coming, a look of alert flashed in her eyes, and she crossed her spear, blocking the way forward.
Qingzhu stopped and didn't make any move. He always had a gentle smile on his face.
Below the crack, Li Ziye packed a bag of soil with a parcel, and then used his hands and feet to hold on to the ice and snow on both sides, and climbed up little by little.
In front of the crack, Qingzhu looked at the young man crawling out from below, his eyes narrowed slightly, then quickly returned to normal, and he smiled and said, "Master Li, what are you doing?"
"Dig some soil and make a clay pot."
Li Ziye looked at the enchanting and beautiful Demon Emperor in front of him and responded enthusiastically, "May I ask what you call the Demon Emperor?"
"Green Bamboo."
Qingzhu responded with a smile, "Young Master Li can call me Qinghuang like all the monsters in the valley."
"Qinghuang."
Li Ziye bowed politely and said, "I will make a few cups of tea in the fired clay pot later. If Emperor Qing doesn't mind, you can come over and have a drink."
"Tea?"
When Qingzhu heard this strange yet familiar name, he nodded and responded with a gentle expression, "I will definitely go and ask for a drink later."
"It's a deal, Emperor Qing, Miss Hibiscus and I will go first."
Li Ziye said something, without further words, carrying the clay, he walked past and walked towards the igloo.
Hibiscus followed up, without saying a word from beginning to end, looking at the Qingzhu Demon Emperor with a look of caution.
Qingzhu looked at the two people's retreating figures, the smile on his face disappeared, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This legitimate son of the Li family is not simple.
As a hostage, his life is in danger, but he can still act calmly. It is really not something that ordinary people can do.
In the igloo, Li Ziye and Mu Jin came and entered the house together.
In front of the fire, Prince Wen was still warming himself up. After coming to the bitter cold of the Far North, his expression became obviously much worse.
Li Ziye walked to the bonfire and started kneading mud and making clay pots.
On the side, Prince Wen and Mu Jin watched quietly, having nothing to do and learning some experience.
"I just met the Qingzhu Demon Emperor."
Li Ziye said while working, "It doesn't look like he's a good guy. He's probably the femme fatale type."
After saying that, Li Ziye raised his head, grinned, and added, "However, the prince will not be surprised if I invite her to come over for tea later, right?"
"Won't."
Mu Wenqing responded calmly, "I am a guest here, just for a cup of tea. I am not so stingy."
"I think so too."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "After all, I have to stay here for a while, so it's only natural to treat me to a cup of tea."
Next to him, Hibiscus had listened to the conversation between the two. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he didn't talk too much anyway.
"Professor Li, how long will it take to bake such a clay pot?"
Mu Wenqing asked curiously as he looked at the jar that was gradually taking shape in the hands of the young man in front of him.
"Theoretically it takes two or three days, mainly because it takes a long time to dry out the moisture after setting."
Li Ziye explained patiently, "However, we are in a hurry, so we will just burn one for use and we can finish it in two hours."
While talking, Li Ziye placed the kneaded clay pot next to the fire and slowly evaporated the water inside.
In the igloo, two great cultivators of the Five Realms and one was a son of destiny, nervously looking at the clay pot next to the fire, for fear that the clay pot would suddenly explode.
"I knew I would bring a teapot here, but I was negligent." Mu Wenqing said with emotion.
"My old man from the Li family prepared it for me, but he put it on the carriage and forgot about it after we finished the fight." Li Ziye smiled helplessly.
While the two were talking, Qingzhu stepped forward outside the igloo, with a powerful aura that could hardly be concealed.
"coming."
In the igloo, Mu Wenqing reminded him.
"Um."
Li Ziye nodded slightly, stopped talking, and concentrated on burning his own pot.
In front of the igloo, Qingzhu stopped and looked at the house in front of him quietly, not in a hurry to enter.
Time passed little by little, and after about two hours, the aroma of tea wafted out from the igloo, which was refreshing.
"Qinghuang, the tea is ready, you can come in."
At this moment, in the igloo, Prince Wen's voice sounded, inviting.
Qingzhu heard the sound coming from the house and stepped into it.
In the room, the stone table has been set up. On the table, in four stone cups, steam is steaming and the aroma of tea overflows.
"Qinghuang, please!"
Mu Wenqing looked at the woman in front of him and said politely.
"Thank you."
Qingzhu stepped forward and sat down, looked at the four cups of hot tea on the table, and reached out to pick up the cup in front of him.
"Amitabha."
At the same time, outside the Valley of the Goddess, a young novice monk wearing Buddhist robes walked up. With a fair face, he seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.
A clear mind and a childlike face are manifestations of the great success of Buddhism.
Invited by Li Ziye, Sanzang came to the far north for the first time. After a lot of effort, he finally found the Valley of the Goddess.
In the Goddess Valley, Xuanfeng and others felt this, and their expressions were all shocked.
Is this aura?
"Buddha."
Deep in the valley, water ripples filled the air, and the water mirror walked out and said in a condensed voice.
There is nothing wrong with a Buddha having the power of a goddess.
"Why is he here."
Xuanfeng frowned and asked in confusion.
"I'm afraid it has something to do with the Li boy."
Shui Jing said solemnly, "This matter is getting more and more strange."
"Little monk Sanzang, please see the demon goddess."
Outside the Valley of the Goddess, Sanzang stopped, clasped his hands together, and said in a respectful tone.
However, at this moment, sword energy soared into the sky in the valley, and then, an ancient sword shot out of the air, its piercing edge making people shudder.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing this, Sanzang waved the Buddha beads in his hand, and his Buddha energy was so abundant that it turned into numerous mirrors, protecting him in front of him.
Hearing a loud earthquake and the aftermath of the impact, Sanzang's feet slid out several feet, and he took a step forward to release his remaining energy.
The next moment, at the mouth of the valley, an indistinguishable figure walked out, reaching out to hold the flying Kunwu sword. Just as he was about to take action again, he was stopped.
"Gu Qiao, wait a moment and do it."
As the strong wind blew, Xuanfeng appeared and said, "This is the goddess's friend."
"Has Buddha figured out that he wants to join our demon clan, or does he have other purposes?"
Amid the cold questioning, Shui Jing walked out from behind Gu Qiao and Xuan Feng, looked at Sanzang in front of him, and said lightly, "Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"
"Amitabha."
Sanzang clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to the three of them, and said seriously, "The little monk came to the far north to save people. The friend of the little monk was caught by the demon tribe, and his life is in danger. However, the little monk is alone. We are weak and have no choice but to come here and ask all the demon kings to send troops for help."
