Chapter 291 Marry her!
To be a sect leader is to be generous.
If you can blame your subordinates, don't blame yourself.
If you can't be reasonable, then you won't push too hard.
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1,204 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
"What? Of course it won't work!"
The woman stood up in shock, with a look of shock on her little oval face that had just been filled with pear blossoms and rain.
The saint frowned slightly and continued: "Why not? Didn't you just say that you would agree to everything?"
"But...but..."
The woman's face turned red and she didn't say anything further.
The saint sternly said: "Junior Sister Nalanruo, I am not kidding you. The sect needs you now!"
Nalan Ruo froze on the spot. This was the first time in her life that her senior sister had spoken to him in such a stern tone. In an instant, the gentle, loving, caring senior sister in her memory disappeared.
Instead, there is a domineering, majestic, and powerful senior sister!
The saint continued: "If I hadn't succeeded to the throne, if I hadn't been chosen as a saint by the sect, if my master hadn't died, I would have married that big devil myself. Then when everything was over, I would have retired to the mountains and forests. Ended up with the rest of his life."
Looking into Nalan Ruo's eyes, the saint's gaze was firm and unwavering.
There were tears in Nalan Ruo's eyes, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "Why? Senior sister, why?"
The saint replied: "Do you know how Master lost?"
Nalanruo shook his head.
The saint sighed and said: "Originally, the strength of the leader of the Soul Sect was only about the same as that of the master, and the difference was only a few centimeters. But for some unknown reason, the leader of the Soul Sect received guidance from someone, and after a retreat, he actually became enlightened. After entering the great road, his strength increased by leaps and bounds! Seeing that something was wrong, the master took Uncle Mu Tian and Yun Fei to Weilong Mountain. As a result, Uncle Mu Tian died tragically, and the master died. Before his death, he could only deal with it. The soul sect master’s seal. This is the root cause of our Yuan sect’s defeat. The person who pointed out the soul sect master is Demon Zhang!”
There was infinite hatred in the saint's voice.
Nalan Ruo was stunned, but she still found the key point keenly.
"Sister, what you mean is that Demon Zhang has a way to the supreme road!"
The saint nodded and said: "Very good. As expected of my junior sister, you have found the key point. This matter has been spread for a long time. Not only do you know about it and I know about it, but almost all the remaining sects of the righteous path also know about it. Now we and The Heavenly Demon Sect has officially formed an alliance. Devil Zhang will be invited to the capital. Think about how many people will covet the avenue in his hands. I dare to conclude that any sect will find a way to steal, steal, in the hands of Devil Zhang. Rob, seize, do whatever you want."
"Then our method is to let me get married?"
Nalan Ruo gritted his teeth and said.
The saint nodded and said: "Yes, this is the safest method. It is also the easiest way for you to get the avenue. Otherwise, you won't even be able to enter the Heavenly Demon Sect. You just need to please him normally, observe him, and wait for opportunities. Obtain the avenue from him. Your mission is completed! The sect will remember your contribution! This matter is more important than killing Demon Zhang. Only you can complete it in the sect."
Nalanruo clenched his fists and said nothing.
The saint turned around and no longer looked at Nalanruo's face, but looked at the stars outside the door and said: "For the sake of the sect, for the common people, for everything, we ourselves are insignificant."
Nalan Ruo said sadly and angrily: "But if you do this, my life will be ruined!"
The saint's lips trembled, but she still didn't look back and said: "Yes. After this matter is over, the sect will not tolerate you. But this is the price of justice, isn't it? Junior sister, I also sent a message to the shrine. , if everything goes well, maybe people from the Shrine will come."
"What? Senior sister, you contacted the Shrine? Did you know that would..."
The saint interrupted Nalanruo's words and said with a sad smile: "Yes, of course I know. Isn't my status as a saint just for a day like this? You see, I am also dedicating myself. However, what I dedicate myself to is It’s just a shrine.”
Nalan Ruo suddenly burst into tears. She knelt on the ground and said in a tearful voice, "Senior sister, I am willing. I am willing to marry Devil Zhang!"
The saint turned her head just now, leaned over and touched Nalanruo's head, as gently as before.
Outside the door, the cold wind is still there.
…
Three days later.
Zhang Mo and others finally crossed the Xia River.
Everything else was fine, except that Zhang Mo's big pot had to cross the river, which really took a lot of effort.
It doesn't seem possible to let Dahu pass by himself. .
Fortunately, Zhang Mo's big pot can still stop.
Inside the big pot, Zhang Mo made an iron box that could be pulled out. What is contained in the box is the hair of the person you want to track.
This is a technique Zhang Mo learned from movable type printing.
Why make it a disposable one? Get a movable box. When you want to track a fight, just stick the box in and turn on the big pot!
When you don't want the big pot to move, just take out the box and put it in your arms. Immediately the big pot stopped.
How convenient and easy to use!
The hair can also be replaced, so one box can be used for multiple purposes.
Zhang Mo called it, the key to the big pot!
The removed box is hung on a chain around the waist, making a jingling sound when walking.
After getting a particularly large boat, the big pot was transported across the river.
Zhang Mo looked at the big ship and felt something in his heart, and wanted to compose an impromptu poem.
"The ship is big, it's so fucking big. It's really big. If you want to say how big it is, it's big anyway. Well, it's big!"
After composing a poem, you take a pen and write it again. This is called splashing ink.
Lao Gou and Yang Shuo next to them cheered repeatedly, making Mr. Yun Shan and Xiao Long look stupid.
This unique cultural charm can only be created by Zhang Dazong.
Mr. Yun Shan's face turned red, and he wanted to complain.
If he hadn't seen a big pot next to him who knew how to beat people up, he would have really wanted to spit on Zhang Mo's paper.
Bah, what kind of bullshit!
"Oops, there are a lot of typos. But it's still well written!"
Zhang Mo nodded with satisfaction.
The old dog shook his head and said: "That's right, that's right. With the swipe of the sect master's pen, that aura suddenly came out."
"That's right, Sect Master, this word is worth at least a thousand taels!"
"Yes, this sect leader thinks so too. Brother Yunfei, what do you think?"
Zhang Mo was really embarrassed to show the words to Mr. Yun Shan.
What else could Young Master Yunshan say? He held his head high and said, "Zhang Zhang's words are naturally worth a fortune."
Zhang Mo said with a smile: "Just recognize it, and I will sell this calligraphy to you. Remember, you owe me a thousand taels to the sect leader. Remember to give it to me when you get to the capital."
He patted Master Yunshan on the shoulder with satisfaction.
Young Master Yun Shan's eyes widened immediately. He was trying to blackmail me for a thousand taels for anything!
Mr. Yunshan didn't dare to stuff it back, and his little face suddenly turned green.
Zhang Mo looked around and said, "Should we speed up a little bit? The target is the capital city!"