Chapter 263: The Daily Life of Sect Leader Zhang
There is no true love in the world.
As long as he is a handsome guy, everyone loves him.
If it weren't for the reputation of this sect leader.
Suppress a bunch of perverts in the sect.
Otherwise, all the handsome guys in the city would have been harmed!
Alas, forget love!
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1502 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
The next day, the Tianmo Sect was peaceful.
It was rare for Sect Master Zhang to get up early. It didn't mean that he had to get up early because he had something important to do today.
It was just a brand stuffed in my crotch, which made me feel a little uncomfortable at night.
After getting up, I adjusted the egg path a little, and it felt better.
Forget it, just stick it on your waist to avoid hurting yourself.
We've already gotten up anyway, so why not just have breakfast and then go out for a walk.
This year's banquet was much larger than in previous years, and before anyone knew it, the Heavenly Demon Sect had developed into a real behemoth.
When Zhang Mo walked into the governor's mansion, he really didn't recognize any of the other demon cultivators except for some old people from the original Heavenly Demon Sect.
Although when they saw Zhang Mo, they all bowed and saluted in the same way, and said respectfully: "Sect Master!"
But Zhang Mo looked at them, but he really couldn't call out their names. He could only call out: "Who is that? Ask the kitchen to get some breakfast for me. Where is Yang Shuo?"
"Yes, Sect Master. Elder Yang is giving a sermon to everyone in the front yard!"
Zhang Mo frowned when he heard this. Why should Yang Shuo lecture everyone on his little cultivation? Couldn't it be done by Xiong Wudi for this kind of thing?
Zhang Mo quickly came to the front yard, but before he got closer, Zhang Mo saw a group of prominent figures from the Demon Sect sitting on small benches listening to Yang Shuo's lecture. There were many familiar faces present, and it seemed that they were at least Archdeacons and above. There are also the hall masters of each hall, the general hall master, and the commander of the magic soldiers, who conduct general inspections.
A group of demon cultivators listened very enthusiastically and were all taking notes in their small notebooks.
"... In short, the more demonic the hall, the more spiritual guidance we need to strengthen. Some of our deacons have weak wills, despicable methods, and are embarrassing. They can do anything from stealing someone's old hen to stealing someone's old mother. . Is this possible? If you catch him, he will lay an egg for me on the spot. Where is our Heavenly Demon Sect? Do you understand the spirit of the sect leader? But they all want to be a big devil. They steal other people's things and rob other people's money and food. As the old saying goes, they want to rob the emperor and prostitute the queen! He is the big devil! In recent times, our sect has dealt with theft seriously, everyone must set an example!"
After Yang Shuo finished speaking, the demon cultivators present applauded. There was thunderous applause for a while, and everyone nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly, oh, he turns out to be such a thief.
If you had said you were talking about stealing, that would have been the end of it. It's boring!
Zhang Mocai was too lazy to listen to these trivial matters and turned around to find the old dog again.
Pianyuan Library, this is Lao Gou’s office.
Generally speaking, there aren't too many people here. The Tianmo Sect now delivers three types of messages. The first is to send messages by person, which means sending messages quickly. The second is the black crow delivering the message, which is faster than the horse. The third is a secret message, which will be sent here in various ways at an unknown speed.
Then Lao Gou and his subordinates would summarize it, take out the important information, and then report it to Yang Shuo or Zhang Mo.
Sect Master Zhang Da usually doesn’t come here. It was a rare visit today, and at a glance I saw the old dog picking his feet and wringing his nose with the letter paper.
There were three or four demon cultivators waiting on him, pinching his legs and knocking on his back. Dog, you are enjoying your day!
"Old dog!"
Zhang Mo shouted, and the old dog was immediately startled.
He didn't even wear any shoes, so he stood up quickly: "Sect Master, why are you here!"
Zhang Mo replied: "If I didn't come, how would I know that your work is so disgusting? Stay away from me, you are picking your feet and not wiping your hands."
Other magic cultivators around him knelt down one after another. Zhang Mo waved his hand and told them to get out of here.
The old dog sneered and said: "It's just a little personal hobby, don't you, Sect Master..."
"Shut up, can I be like you? I'm...judgmental."
Zhang Mo explained forcefully.
The old dog immediately applauded and said, "Well done, Sect Leader!"
"Stop talking nonsense, any news recently?"
Zhang Mo simply sat down.
Lao Gou immediately replied: "Yes, there is news. The Soul Sect and the Yuan Sect have begun to mobilize their armies!"
"What?"
Zhang Mo almost jumped up when he heard this.
The old dog hurriedly continued: "They are not here to fight us. The two parties are gathering at Death Battle Ridge. It looks like they are going to have a big fight."
Zhang Mo calmed down his pounding little heart, and then said: "Is it a decisive battle? Or is it just a local war?"
Lao Gou thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say. Judging from the news we have now, the leader of the Soul Sect is still in retreat. The leader of the Yuan Sect has not appeared on the front line either."
Zhang Mo smiled and said: "It's okay if it's not a decisive battle. Hey, they fight slowly, they can fight for as many years as they want."
The old dog also smiled and said: "Yes, our sect master is prospering now. Talents from the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River are also being absorbed. Give us another three to five years, and we will definitely be able to establish a firm foothold. Not to mention one against two, At least one-on-one doesn’t fall behind.”
Zhang Mo nodded and said: "Okay, keep working hard. This sect leader depends entirely on you. Is there any news?"
The old dog frowned and said, "Yes, Black Robe is injured. It seems that the injury is quite serious this time. Do you want to see if he can be brought back?"
Zhang Mo said in surprise: "Injured? What kind of injury? Can't it be cured?"
The old dog immediately took out the letter and said, "The fire poison is almost hurting the bone marrow. If you want to cure it, you need a very cold pill or treasure, which must be a spiritual treasure or above. I am asking my men to look for it, but I am afraid that I can't find it for a while."
Zhang Mo heard it and immediately said, "Doesn't this sect master have a ten thousand year frost bead here? Send someone to give it to him. If it can be cured, then cure it. If it can't be cured, then come back. There is no way to give up all the previous efforts."
The old dog exclaimed, "The sect master is generous. With a ten thousand year frost bead, Hei Pao is guaranteed to be safe. He is almost mixed into the inner circle of Yuanmen now, it would be a pity to give up halfway."
"Right, then give it to him!"
Zhang Mo didn't care. The ten thousand year frost bead in his hand was just a summer toy. Apart from being able to release some cold air, he didn't know how to use it.
If Hei Pao needs it, just take it. This sect master is never stingy!
"I thank the sect master on behalf of Hei Pao!"
The old dog bowed quickly.
At the same time, Lao Gou muttered to himself: "Black Robe, Black Robe. I finally got you the magic treasure that I promised you. Hehe, you must hold on for me! Our great achievement may depend on you when the time comes."
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