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He looked up and saw that it was the demon servant who had been ordered by Rong Lian to prepare tea before. He led a group of servants holding tea sets and walked from the opposite corridor on the other side.
"Your Majesty has something important to do at the moment, and there is no one in the side hall, so I went out for a walk."
"I see, where does the young master want to go?" The demon servant skillfully directed the servants to put all the things in the side hall, then turned around and saluted respectfully, "I can lead the way for the young master at any time."
In fact, Zong Ci knew the direction of the Library Pavilion, but now he was just a Taiyan Sect disciple who came to Chixiao Palace for the first time. So after thinking for a moment, he nodded and handed over the wooden sign that he had taken calmly, "Take me to the library, please."
"No trouble, no trouble, you are His Majesty's distinguished guest, so we cannot afford to neglect you."
The demon servant looked at the wooden sign and was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "Please come over here."
As he led the way, the demon servant's heart became more and more frightened.
Taking a closer look, this young man is as cold as jade, flawless and unattainable.
All the young masters in His Majesty's harem are not of this type, but this young man in black clothes alone has the most holy will. Not long after they met for the first time, Mingming actually gave this person all his personal wooden plaques. You must know that except for the secret place within the clan, the huge Chixiao Palace is open to the wooden sign. Mr. Lin has been trying to get it for a long time, but he has not been able to get it.
Is this a sign
Zong Ci had no idea what the demon servant was thinking, so he followed slowly behind him while calmly looking around the Chixiao Palace.
Thousands of years have passed, and there are many things about this palace that are different from what he remembered.
It is actually not accurate to say that it is Chixiao Palace. This flying magic weapon is more like a city. Because Zong Ci took the main entrance, he entered the inner city directly. The inner city is the demon emperor's court and harem. Except for the direct descendants of the four major families of the demon clan, ordinary people are not allowed to enter. The outer city is where ordinary demon cultivators live.
For example, the previous demon emperor had difficulty breaking through the Mahayana for a long time, and his life span was about to expire, so he became more and more anxious. At that time, most of the things placed in the Chixiao Palace were Feng Shui objects. Even the trees were planted with immortal trees, and many thousand-year-old turtles were raised in the moat.
With the change of Demon Queen, the entire atmosphere in Chixiao Palace has changed. For example, the palace walls have been changed to a different color, and the floor tiles have all been renovated, giving people a completely new temperament and feeling.
There were many disciples from demon clan families along the way. It was obvious that they all knew that the person leading the way was the imperial steward. Their eyes were constantly focused on the Xuanyi disciples, and there were a few well-informed ones who were even whispering.
"How could the chief steward lead the way for a human monk...?"
"Don't you know this? Earlier, His Majesty brought this human in through the main entrance."
The disciple from the aristocratic family who spoke was startled, "How could that happen? That's the main entrance -"
"What's impossible? Take a closer look at that demeanor. Even His Majesty, who always hates human beings, has made an exception. What if?"
Regarding these sights, Zong Ci passed them by lightly and continued on his own path.
Passing through the deep and shallow corridors and rockery lakes, the demon servant led Zong Ci out of the Imperial City of Chixiao Palace and towards the largest building behind.
No matter which force it is, the Library Pavilion is the top priority. The Taiyan Sect's Sutra Collection Pavilion is located behind the main peak of the Lingguang Hall, and the Demon Clan's Sutra Collection Pavilion is located in the center of the entire Chixiao Palace. After all, for monks, exercises and classics are always the most important.
When the demon servant stepped forward, the guards guarding the door also hurriedly saluted, "Master Manager."
"This is your Majesty's distinguished guest. According to your Majesty's instructions, all the libraries are open to the young master. You are welcome to entertain me."
The guards quickly stood up, not daring to look any further: "Yes!"
"Sir, then I will go and ask someone to bring you some tea."
After ordering the guards, the demon servant turned around and handed over his hands.
"Thank you."
Zong Ci returned the gift, showed the wooden sign in his hand, and walked in unhurriedly amidst the vague glances of the bystanders.
Open all areas of the library. At first glance, it sounds like the Demon King is very generous, but in fact, Zong Ci is only in the Qi refining stage, and the skills that can be seen are quite limited, let alone in a place like the Demon Clan, many of the skills have bloodline limitations. For example, the dual cultivation method of the Qingqiu clan can only be practiced by clan members with the Qingqiu Nine-Tails bloodline, and the same applies to the techniques of other families.
But it doesn't matter, Zong Ci's original purpose was not to find anything in the library.
The method of blood sacrifice he was looking for happened to be engraved on the back of the door of the demon clan's underground demon tower.
The underground demon tower is said to be the foundation of the entire demon clan's Chixiao Palace, and the entrance will change every hundred years. Last time, Zong Ci relied on his superb swordsmanship and advanced cultivation. Without saying a word, he used his divine sense from the tribulation period to determine the location of the underground demon tower. By the way, he also observed the secret place known as the clan. place.
The last time he came here, the entrance to the demon tower was under the library pavilion, so Zong Ci went straight here to see if he could find any clues.
After all, times this time are different from the past. Since I don't have the strength, I have to slowly figure it out.
No matter what, it's only noon now, it's not too late to go back in the evening.
The young man in black clothes raised his sleeves to cover his mouth. After coughing twice, he slowly walked towards the bookshelf.
What he didn't know was that after the demon servant finished reporting the letter, a young master in white came with a group of servants outside the library.
"Master Lin."
Upon seeing this, the guards guarding outside the library quickly knelt down and saluted.
The current Demon Emperor does not have a concubine, but because of the special skills of the Qingqiu clan, there are many young masters and concubines in the huge harem.
Among these young masters and concubines, Lin Ren was the most favored one. Others may have been lucky enough to share the same fate with the Demon Emperor, but Lin Ren was the one who received summons every month.
He is not a descendant of the four major families, but comes from a small family. Since being favored, the original family has also risen to the top, and some of them can compete with the four major aristocratic families.
With the blessing of Holy Pet, Lin Ren is naturally not stupid, otherwise he would not follow the Demon King's preferences everywhere.
Not only did he always wear white clothes, he even went out of his way to imitate that cold and dusty temperament, learned a set of swordsmanship, and achieved outstanding results.
Unfortunately, these years have been going smoothly, and Lin Ren's domineering temper has been revealed, and his actions have become more and more bold. Especially after he successfully obtained the Demon Emperor's jade medal that he wore around his waist and never left his body a few years ago, Lin Ren became even more confident and set his sights on the Demon Queen's position, making many small moves in private.
"Has His Majesty's distinguished guest entered?"
In front of other people, Lin Ren would naturally not pretend to be cold and taciturn.
The guard hesitated, "Yes."
Mr. Lin is now a popular figure in front of His Majesty, and they simply cannot afford to offend him.
Lin Ren's face was gloomy. He glanced behind him and walked towards the library without saying a word.
Over the years, he had spent a lot of effort to bribe the steward next to Rong Lian. Now that things had changed, the steward sent him a message, so he hurried over. He heard many messages along the way, which made him feel even more excited. poor.
Lin Ren knew Rong Lian's preferences very well, so he became jealous because of the description of the imperial steward.
His Majesty's dislike of human beings is well known to all demons. He is just a human monk, why should he be compared to him, the future demon queen
"Get out of the way!"
His attendants pushed away the demon cultivators surrounding the library one by one and looked for them arrogantly.
Finally, in a corner, Lin Ren found the goal of his trip.
The young man in black clothes stood quietly in front of the bookshelf, his long black hair hanging down from around him. It happened that this bookshelf was located between two windows. The light coming in from the outside was cut by the bookshelf, half of it fell on him, and the other half was still shrouded in the shadow of brightness and extinction.
Seeing that the other party was dressed in black, Lin Ren's heart dropped for the most part.
Who in this demon clan doesn't know that His Majesty likes young men in white the most, and he even started a trend within the clan.
Lin Ren just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, his expression darkened again.
He saw the wooden sign lying casually on the table.
Originally, Lin Ren had always thought that the jade plaque that Rong Lian had been wearing was the most precious, but unexpectedly, he asked for it last time and Rong Lian casually gave it to him. On the contrary, this wooden sign, although not something worn by the Demon Emperor, symbolizes extremely high authority within the Demon Clan.
And now, he is being put aside by this human monk of unknown origin
"Are you the distinguished guest invited by His Majesty?"
His tone of voice was extremely poor and contained a strong smell of fire/drug.
The young man in Xuanyi who was reading a book with his head lowered raised his head and glanced at him lightly.
Lin Ren opened his eyes wide.
In fact, it was not that he was too surprised, but that under the bright light, the face opposite him looked too clear and beautiful, not to mention the sick look hidden in the eyebrows, which was penetrating and added to the color.
Unfortunately, although it is stunning, it is not this one that His Majesty likes. Thinking of this, Lin Ren felt relieved a little.
Compared to Lin Ren, Zong Ci was the first to be stunned.
Apart from him, the young man in white in front of him looked too much like him.
First of all, the way he is dressed, with his black hair hanging loosely, and his aura as bright as jade. Certain details and small movements give off a strange feeling everywhere.
It was obvious that Xuanji Sword Immortal was also dressed in white, with a sword on his waist, and his whole body was cold and indifferent, but he did not give Zong Ci such a mood.
Zong Ci looked at him, feeling embarrassed that he had seen himself in his previous life.
It does not look like the lazy Zong Ci in this life, but looks like the inhumane Sword Master Lingyun.
Although practitioners do not distinguish between day and night, this is just a small town at the foot of Taiyan Sect Mountain, and most of the residents are outer disciples who have grown up and have no hope of breakthrough.
The shop waiter has mottled Five Spiritual Roots. He has been practicing for decades and is still at the first level of the Qi Refining Stage. He has no ineditation, and his work and rest are the same as ordinary people. He still needs sleep.
The cold wind blew, and the wind chimes hanging at the door to remind the shopkeeper of the arrival of guests whistled and sang softly, like thunder in the quiet night.
"Welcome fellow Taoists to pay attention to our shop."
The waiter looked up in confusion, "I wonder what kind of herbs you need?"
"No need," the voice said gently, "I'm here to get medicine."
The waiter was mostly sleepy and looked subconsciously.
The figure stood against the moonlight, and the moonlight happened to be behind it, illuminating the silhouette clearly.
Three thousand inks were scattered behind him, and except for a simple black suit, he had no extra accessories.
He had a sickly look on his face, and he looked like a monster from a fairy tale in a storybook. He had a ghostly aura all over his body, and was strangely beautiful, unlike a mortal.
The young man held a disciple card between his sharp-jointed fingers, and handed it to the counter with his broad sleeves hanging slightly.
When the sleeves and robes were scattered, the waiter seemed to see a strange pattern disappearing on the corners of the clothes.
The style of the pattern is particularly unique. It is embroidered with silver thread. The threads at the foot are densely packed and extremely delicate. At first glance, it looks like the best fabric.
Ordinary people cannot afford to wear such fabric, and even practitioners will not spend precious materials to make a piece of clothing that has no practical value.
Combining the two, even the waiter of the store, who has been sitting under the Taiyan Sect all year round and is used to seeing the most proud people in the first sect, can't help but take a breath of air-conditioning in his heart at this moment, and jumps up quickly: "I'd like to ask the Immortal Chief. Hold on."
The shopkeeper did give such an order, but it was only a few years ago. The waiter hurriedly rummaged behind the counter, finally found a jade box among the items at the bottom, and handed it over respectfully.
"The medicine you want has already been paid for last time."
"Thank you."
The young man's deep side face flickered in the darkness for a moment. He gathered his sleeves and robe to his mouth, coughed twice, and took the jade box.
It wasn't until the mysterious young man in black disappeared through the door that the waiter came back to his senses after a long time.
He sorted out the bottles and jars that he had just knocked over in a hurry and muttered to himself.
"Strange... When did such a disciple appear in the outer sect?"
The young man holding in his hand just now was clearly the identity tag of a handyman disciple of Taiyan Sect's outer sect.
Every Taiyan Sect disciple has a copy of the identity card. The inner disciples, chief disciples and outer disciples all have different identity badges, so there is absolutely no chance of getting them wrong.
The waiter thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find any clues from his memory, but he always felt an inexplicable sense of dissonance.
His eyes passed over the faintly burning red lantern on the shop door plaque, and when he touched a certain white ghost-drawing symbol, his pupils suddenly shrank.
No... Wait? !
Thinking of the pattern that he had vaguely seen on the corner of the young man's robe, the waiter in the shop broke out in large beads of cold sweat on his forehead and fell to the ground, his expression full of fear and panic.
He finally knew why he felt familiar with that pattern.
—That is clearly the pattern that must be embroidered on the shrouds burned for the deceased during the Winter Clothes Festival.
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Time flies by, and more than half a year has passed.
Before dawn, the humble house at the foot of Taiyan Mountain became noisy.
The humble house is the unified residence of Taiyan Sect's outer disciples. They are all small rooms separated by wooden boards and covered with thatch piles.
"Today, people from the Monster Clan are coming to form an alliance with our sect. Do you want to join in the fun?"
The disciple who got up early to collect herbs brought back a piece of bombshell news, which immediately triggered widespread discussion.
"Monster clan? Form an alliance with us?" Someone exclaimed: "Don't they always look down on human monks?"
"I don't know about this. It is said that the demon tribe first brought up this matter." The disciple who brought back the news said, "Just now, I saw all the peak masters and elders led by the leader down to the square. "