News that the Demon Cult had a new deputy leader and that it had changed its dynasty quickly spread throughout the world. The royal families of various countries also received the news, and Wei Mao also sent a congratulatory message through He Chao.
Only then did I realize that He Chao had not reported to him that I was the deputy leader.
He Chao didn't say anything about such a big thing, and it was unclear whether he would be able to gain Wei Mao's trust in the future.
He Chao was not worried. Within a few days, he came to me excitedly and said that from now on he would no longer be an "eyeliner", but a "correspondent" between the Demon Cult and the Tengxue royal family.
His spy had been exposed, and there was no point in continuing, so those in the palace took advantage of the situation and moved him to another post.
The other countries haven't taken the Demon Cult seriously yet, so they just know it and don't say anything.
There was only one distant visitor who came at night and sneaked into the headquarters quietly, wanting to see me alone.
"Hiss-his-An Daxia! Deputy leader!" A familiar voice came in from the window.
I had known that someone had sneaked in. Because he was an acquaintance, I asked the patrol to let him go and deliberately gave him a chance to sneak into the headquarters.
He found his way to the yard where I lived. The air threads around him detected someone approaching, but I did not attack him.
The secret guard on duty who was responsible for guarding the yard, after receiving my order, pretended not to notice him.
"If you have anything to say, come in." I opened the door and saw Ah Zhao wearing night clothes.
After winter, the temperature dropped even lower at night. Azhao was only wearing a thin black turban, and his ears and face were red from the cold.
Maybe I was afraid of the sound of sniffing, so I let two lines of mucus flow to my lips.
There is a stove burning in the house. The houses in Tengxue Country are built thickly and the doors and windows are closed, so it is very warm inside.
Azhao finally dared to sniff his nose, and while sniffing, he held his hands in his hands to congratulate me.
I found a piece of soft paper to wipe his nose, and then led him to sit by the stove to warm his body first.
He shuddered, and Xiaojiao immediately served hot tea.
"Why are you here? Where are they?" I didn't call Azhao and Bai Mudan by their names.
Because I don’t know what they planned, maybe they don’t want to reveal their identity, so I deliberately didn’t nominate.
"Masters, you're fine. I'm just thinking about you and sent me over to take a look."
Azhao's eyes were black and blue, and he looked very tired.
I asked Xiaojiao to go back to the house and rest. Azhao and I were the only ones left in the living room.
"Don't worry, walls have no ears."
"Master, they are safe for the time being. They are just being chased by assassins one after another. The two of them were injured and need time to recover. I also suffered internal injuries. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand another wave of chases."
Azhao's face did look a little bad. I felt his pulse, which was actually to use my powers to explore his physical condition.
His internal injuries are okay. Although they are not serious enough to threaten his life, he will have to rest for a year or two and it is not appropriate to use his internal strength.
If used forcefully, not only would he not survive, but he would also be unable to protect his master.
Azhao took the risk and came here just to see my attitude and whether I was willing to help Bai Mudan and Lu Youkang.
Bai Mudan knew that I recognized the money, but now she had no money, so she took Lu Youkang and hid in the deep mountains and forests.
She wasn't sure if I was still willing to take action, so she sent Azhao to ask in person, with the intention of expressing her request in person.
The Demon Sect's maze has been destroyed, and they have just lost four elders with high martial arts skills, as well as their followers. These followers are the main martial arts force of the Demon Sect. ….
Bringing Bai Mudan and Lu Youkang over at this time would undoubtedly be a risky thing for the Demon Sect.
I handed Azhao a pill and told him to take it, and then took out two more pills and handed them to him.
"You should have heard about the situation of the Demon Cult on the way here. Now this is not a completely safe place for you. If you give them medicine, their internal and external injuries will be healed. You can hide it well until the Demon Cult comes. My strength is protecting you, I will send someone to inform you."
Azhao took the pills and felt clearly that his body changed immediately after taking the pills, and his internal injuries were healing quickly.
"Understood. Thank you, Master An, for the gift of medicine. I will go back right now and tell the master to wait in peace."
After taking the medicine, Azhao not only healed quickly from his internal injuries, but also recovered his lost physical strength.
I grinned, he used the word "gift", does this mean that I am giving away the medicine for free?
But I just smiled and didn't say anything. Azhao was smart and I'm not a stingy person.
The money earned from Bai Mudan is the capital of my farming. She has contributed so much money to my farming business, how can I ignore her?
Azhao came with a tired look on his face and left full of energy. He came and left at night without disturbing anyone else, and the elders in the sect didn't know either.
The patrol team only knew that I asked them to let a man in. None of the secret guards on duty outside the room knew him.
He covered his face again when he was outside the house and did not speak. He only called me in a low voice when he came under my window.
His voice and appearance are particularly outstanding. If someone hears or sees him, they will be deeply impressed.
Bai Mudan would not have asked him to come if there was really no one around to dispatch.
The people of the Demon Sect know their current situation better than anyone else, so the people in the martial arts hall are the most motivated every day, practicing until they forget about food and sleep, wishing that their martial arts would reach a higher level every day.
Of course they can't do this, as they can easily go crazy. I told Mr. Xiao to control the progress. The most important thing in practicing martial arts is to avoid being eager for quick success.
Physical training for ordinary congregants has also been put on the agenda, with training taking place in the morning and evening.
The martial arts candidates chosen by Evil Master Xiao are very reliable, and their progress is obvious to all.
'Everyone has the opportunity to obtain high-level martial arts secrets, and the publicity example is placed in front of them, setting off a wave of enthusiasm for martial arts training among the believers.
Many people went to the martial arts hall to find Mr. Xiao and asked him to identify whether they were good materials for martial arts training.
Some people also secretly gave him gifts and money, hoping that he would be accommodating.
Mr. Xiao confiscated the money and drove these people out of the martial arts hall. He also warned the people waiting for the appraisal outside the door that if anyone tried to obtain the qualification certification through improper means, he would immediately drive them away. If the second time happened, he would report it immediately. Give it to me and let me deal with them myself.
The deputy leader is almost becoming an old monster in the church. He cannot scare people with anything else, but I am particularly good at scaring people.
Whether you are participating in the selection or in charge of the selection, you will feel at ease if you get the opportunity to be promoted based on your real skills and materials.
They knew that the four elders had died, firstly because of dictatorship, and secondly because of corruption.
How dare these newly promoted middle managers follow the same path as their predecessors.
Throughout the winter, half of the people in the Demon Cult were thinking about how to improve their military power, and the other half were planning how to farm and become rich.
Everything was on track, and I was free to occasionally deal with a few emergencies. ….
When I have time, I will coach Wen Yi in martial arts, because I know that he is a martial arts wizard.
When he was poisoned and turned into a humanoid, I didn't think about it.
Later, he acted stupidly and I didn't pay much attention to him.
But he continued to practice the radio gymnastics, which really moved me.
That set of martial arts, which was not much better than aerobics, was practiced repeatedly by him.
His intelligence level has returned, and I believe some memories have returned with it, but he won't tell and no one will ask him.
Seeing how much he loved practicing martial arts, I taught him a brand new set of martial arts.
He knelt down, kowtowed three times, and called me, "Master," I was cleaning the spicy rabbit heads that Yunzhou had hidden under the mattress. I couldn't stop him, so he succeeded in becoming his master.
In fact, I could declare his apprenticeship invalid, but seeing his sincere eyes and his determination to pursue martial arts, I accepted him as my apprentice by default.
His talent is as good as Ximen Wuhen's, but I don't know if no one discovered it before, or because he was discovered, he was ostracized and persecuted. In short, no one has ever cultivated him.
At his age, trying to compete with talented warriors who have practiced high-level martial arts since childhood is like a dream.
But he was lucky enough to get to know me after Liu Yanyan passed on my secret book.
Liu Yanyan told me that in the secret book, there is a set of exercises similar to those of Yijin and Marrow Cleansing.
It’s just that ordinary people can’t use it. If there is no warmth,
Also, if you use such a talent, you will die quickly.
Even for a genius like Wen Yi, there are certain risks in using this set of martial arts to change his physique.
Fortunately, I still have healing powers, which can protect his life.
Geniuses like him are hard to come by, and I thought this set of techniques would not be useful in the future.
Since I have the skills and have met a suitable practitioner, and he loves martial arts and is willing to pay the hard work and price to improve himself, then I am naturally willing to help him.
Wen Yizi's name is not very auspicious, he is an honest person, has a tenacity and is not impetuous.
I changed his name to Wen Mian because he practiced hard.
Wen Mian returned to normal, but Yunzhou was most disappointed. His students no longer needed him, and he, as a teacher, had nothing to do.
For the first time, he felt anxious, both for the changes in others and for his own lack of change.
I can understand his emotions. Everyone around him is running forward, no matter how fast or slow, it is always changing, but he is the only one standing still.
When I had some free time, I spent more time with him.
It is not that he has made no progress. Others may walk or run, but he only moves a little bit.
Wan'er suggested finding more students for him to distract him.
But it feels inappropriate. If his students make more and more progress, graduate soon and go to senior classes, knowing more than him, it will be another stimulus for him.
I asked someone to find some small animals and keep them in the yard where he lives. He has a warm nest and someone to clean and feed them.
Small animals don't suddenly speak or do arithmetic problems.
As expected, Yunzhou transferred his energy to the small animals, and his anxious mood was gradually calmed down.
A few days later, Xiaojiao angrily complained to me that there were some rumors in the teaching that made her angry.
"Huh? Canary?" I almost choked on the tea I just drank. ….
"That's right, what do they know? This is your love for Mr. Yun!" Xiaojiao was lighting a fire by the stove, sitting on a small bench, holding a book in her hand.
It was a comic book drawn by Cheng Fei. Wan'er discovered it first, borrowed it to read, and then recommended it to Xiaojiao.
With Yunzhou's looks and figure, he is qualified to be the queen's canary, but he is stupid!
Who would raise such a canary that eats, sleeps and plays all day long?
I am obviously doing charity, and the person who spreads this rumor must be my black man, so embarrassing!
Xiaojiao and Wan'er's method of clearing my name was also simple. They called escort Jia and the others to jointly prove that Yunzhou and I are husband and wife, a couple who see love in times of need, a couple who will stay together forever.
I have no other lover, and Yunzhou has no other concubine.
Their propaganda made me feel guilty.
What if one day Yunzhou suddenly recovers and the truth comes out, isn't this just false propaganda?
However, the touching love story spread, and it was difficult to recover. Yunzhou and I became a model couple. Men and women in the church followed suit, and the atmosphere improved significantly.
Men and women in the church began to pursue true love, and Cheng Fei's comics became more and more popular.
I was originally not interested in the content of his works, but Xiaojiao repeatedly recommended them. I flipped through them casually and found that they were still not to my taste, but they were very popular among boys and girls.
His original comics were almost torn apart, so he decided to open a bookstore for him in the church.
No one in this world draws comics, and ink painting is so high-end that ordinary people cannot appreciate it or draw it.
Cheng Fei's comics are easy to understand, and even illiterate people can probably guess the plot.
The printing technology in this world is relatively backward, but it does exist. I spent money to get a set of equipment, let Cheng Fei draw the original manuscript, and then used the printing equipment to copy it into a book.
He only had to draw one copy and then make many copies and sell them to the congregation who wanted to read them.
I paid for the equipment, which is considered an investment. If his comics can be sold, he can pay me back little by little when he has money in the future.
There was no need to find another place for the bookstore, it was right where he and Du Li lived.
He went to work in Dutang during the day and came back to paint at night, and Du Li helped him print.
The first batch of twenty comics was sold out before they were printed.
Under the instigation of Xiaojiao and Wan'er, he drew a comic series for Yunzhou and me.
Of course, most of the content is their guess and is inconsistent with the facts.
I started painting when I was working as a secret guard next to Yunzhou...
The story of when we were masters and servants was very heart-breaking, mainly to torture me. After all, the person who has a crush on the master is the one who gets what he wants.
They didn't dare to ask me what the real situation was. They relied on everyone's imagination. They roped in escort Jia and the others to add to the story of sadomasochism.
I almost burst into tears when I saw it, and I said to myself, "It's so cruel, I feel so pitiful!"
Of course, I am definitely not the person in the book. I have no sense of involvement. I am purely from the perspective of a bystander, as if a passerby is sympathizing with the tragic life of the heroine in the book.
The original person entered the secret guard camp for training since he was a child, and he was not as miserable as the heroine in the book...
Xiaojiao and Wan'er, as insiders who provided the material, had a sneak peek. Several times, I saw Xiaojiao sitting in front of the stove wiping her tears, and I wanted to remind her that it is not good to cry because it hurts her heart.
But once she sees me, she will only cry harder.
So when she was reading, I tried to hide out.
When I was playing with Yunzhou, I would occasionally lose my mind and think of the plots that Wan'er and Xiaojiao had forced into me.
At times like this, I would stare at Yunzhou for a while, thinking that he had always been kind to his servants, so I might as well have someone who had a crush on him.
It's a pity that no one took the opportunity to take advantage of his illness.
In the book, he is a handsome young man who has charmed thousands of young girls. But when the man in the book gnawed a pig's tail in front of me until his hands and mouth were full of oil, I couldn't help but laugh.
Then he let out a long sigh and silently looked at Wan'er and Xiaojiao, who were staring at us with tears in their eyes, and said in his heart: "Knocking on anything will only hurt you."
The medicine is life-threatening
