Changsheng Valley, valley mouth.

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. In the whole world, Li Ziye is the only one.

In the wind and snow, Hibiscus carried the magic weapon Qian Ji Bai Lian and forcibly broke the ice and snow under her body. The 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 a few 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 Hibiscus saw the person coming, a look of alert flashed in her eyes, and she crossed her spear, blocking the way forward.

Qingzhu stopped and did not get angry. 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, the young man who crawled out from under the green bamboo narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly returned to his original state. 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 King in front of him and responded enthusiastically, "May I ask how you call the Demon King?"

"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 go and ask for a drink later."

"It's a deal, Qing Huang, Miss Hibiscus and I will go first."

Li Ziye said something, without saying another word, carrying the clay, walking past and heading towards the igloo.

Hibiscus followed up, saying nothing from the beginning to the 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 at risk, but he can still act calmly. It is really not something that ordinary people can do.

In the igloo, Li Ziye and Hibiscus 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 complexion became obviously much worse.

Li Zi walked to the bonfire at night 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 a femme fatale type."

After saying that, Li Ziye raised his head, grinned, and added, "But the prince won't be surprised if I invite her to come over for tea later, right?"

"Won't."

Mu Wenqing responded calmly, "We are just guests here, just for a cup of tea. I am not so stingy."

"I thought 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 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 looked at the jar that was gradually taking shape in the hands of the young man in front of him and asked curiously.

"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, fearing 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, refreshing the mind.

"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 inside.

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.

What is this smell?

"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 surged 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 stepped hard to release his remaining energy.

The next moment, at the entrance of the valley, an indistinguishable figure walked out, stretched out his hand to grasp the flying Kunwu sword, and was about to take action again when he was stopped.

"Gu Qiao, wait a moment and do it."

A strong wind blew by, and 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.
Chapter completed!