The random time travel system has been turned on. If you want to turn it off, please subscribe to the full text. If this outfit was worn a thousand years ago, Zong Ci would definitely not even look at it.
After all, Lingyun Sword Master was very famous at that time. Everyone in the world of cultivation knew him, and his iconic white clothes and silver sword became the standard equipment for sword practitioners.
But most people don't do the same. For example, monks basically wear a crown, but Zong Ci's hair is too long and he is too lazy to tie it up, so he just lets it down. Xuan Ji is like this. Although he also wears white clothes and has a cold temperament, he wears a jade crown on his head, so he doesn't look like he is in a déjà vu situation.
Zong Ci couldn't help but start to feel doubtful: he had been dead for a thousand years, could it be that there were still little fans of his in the cultivation world today
However, given the hostile tone of the other party—
"What's up?"
Zong Ci suppressed the strangeness in his heart and spoke calmly.
The cold and indifferent attitude of the young man in black made Lin Ren suddenly feel angry.
He laughed in anger, raised his eyebrows, and showed a disdainful expression, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Every year there are people who want to get close to your Majesty. I have seen many people like you who are ignorant of the world."
Zong Ci: “…?”
Lin Ren ignored his reaction and continued, "You are also a disciple of Taiyan Sect. It is a big mistake to dream of climbing up the high branch of the demon clan. Our clan is very xenophobic. Even if you are favored temporarily-"
He glanced at the wooden sign that Zong Ci had placed on the table, "Your Majesty still hates humans the most. You have no future."
Zong Ci finally put down the book in his hand. He was silent for a while and asked, "Sir, who are you?"
"Our Master Lin is His Majesty's favorite!"
Before Lin Ren could say anything, the servant behind him got the hint from his master and quickly spoke.
"Oh I got it."
Zong Ci nodded, "You misunderstood, I have no admiration for the Demon King."
He said this very naturally.
Even though Zong Ci was indeed deeply in love with Murong Lian in his previous life, so much time had passed and he had figured it out at that moment, so he had no other fluctuations now.
"real?"
Seeing the young man in black with a frank expression and sincere eyes, without any sign of pretense or lying, Lin Ren could not help but stand there in a daze.
Over the years, Lin Ren had used countless methods in private to crack down on these people with ulterior motives, and had forced many people out of the backyard.
After all, the demon clan's harem is not like the mortal world's imperial palace, where once you enter, you can never get out. The cultivators in the cultivation world have a long life span, and cultivation is the top priority compared to love affairs. Human cultivators have thoroughly implemented this point, and the demon clan has continued some customs of the mortal world because of their special skills.
But dual cultivation, to put it bluntly, is still a matter of mutual consent.
He had taken action so many times, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation. Others were either playing dumb or provoking, and no one was like the young man in front of him who directly said "I am not interested in the Demon King".
He has excellent appearance and is not only the demon king, but also the only one in the nine-tailed clan in ten thousand years who has cultivated nine tails. On weekdays, there will be countless people rushing to him just by beckoning his fingers. Is there anyone who doesn't like that face? No way, no way, no way, no way
"But why do you have this wooden sign?"
Lin Ren looked at him suspiciously and pointed at the table, "This card has the symbol of Nine-tailed Qingqiu on it. Seeing the card is like seeing your majesty in person."
"have no idea."
Zong Ci stared at Lin Ren's face, clearly becoming a little impatient.
He had long known that Rong Lian was a romantic man, but the impression given to him by this Mr. Lin was not very good. It was not only because of his obviously deliberately constructed temperament, but also because of some inexplicable premonition.
"I've said before, I have no other thoughts about the Demon King. I'm just a disciple of the Taiyan Sect who came here as a guest."
The young man in black casually waved his hand, and the wooden sign on the table flew to the chest of Mr. Lin. "If Mr. Lin wants it, then I will return it. It's just a sign, why mobilize so many people?"
Lin Ren hurriedly reached out to take the sign, and only breathed a sigh of relief when it lay intact in the palm of his hand.
He stared at the sign in his hand, and finally felt completely relieved.
But of course, for the sake of his own face, Lin Ren was still a little uncomfortable, "Okay, you know what's best for you. Although you are indeed good-looking, His Majesty has never liked humans. Moreover, humans and demons are on different paths. We demons are not like you human cultivators who are a pair for life and have formed a Taoist couple."
However, Zong Ci could not hear what he was saying.
His eyes inadvertently swept across Lin Ren's waist.
On the hem of the dress embroidered with flowing clouds and dark patterns, a piece of wrapped red rope was particularly eye-catching.
The other end of the red rope was tied with a piece of white ancient jade, and on the plaque was engraved a lifelike lotus bud that was about to bloom.
This jade token was extremely familiar to Zong Ci. Even the cold touch of holding it in his hand was still vivid in his mind.
He opened his mouth, stared at the jade token, and said in a hoarse voice: "You..."
Lin Ren had just obtained this wooden plaque that he had begged for several times but failed, and he was very happy, so he followed the black-clothed young man's gaze and was happy to explain to him: "This is a reward from His Majesty."
Lin Ren had seen Rong Lan wearing the jade pendant on her waist every day before, so he mustered up the courage to ask for it once. Unexpectedly, the latter gave it to him casually.
Later he realized that this jade token might not be as important to Rong Lian as the wooden token engraved with demon patterns. After all, the wooden token still had the authority of the Qingqiu clan. The jade token was just an ordinary item except for the beautiful Buddha lotus on it.
"By the way, since you know it's a misunderstanding, what's your name?"
After explaining and putting the wooden sign in the storage ring, Lin Ren's mood suddenly improved. "I see that you are also a wise person. Why don't we get to know each other?"
The demons are not as particular as humans. Humans value cause and effect and the way. The demons, on the other hand, value strength and appearance.
This black-clothed young man spoke well, looked good, and acted decisively, but his strength was a little low. However, Lin Ren didn't mind making more friends.
Of course, the most important thing is because of the wooden sign, not because it looks good.
But when he looked up, there was no one in front of him, and even the books were neatly arranged.
The servant behind him hurriedly replied tremblingly: "Sir, just now, the human turned around and left."
In the past, Master Lin was arrogant and looked down on everyone. It was rare for him to be so friendly and the servants were slightly surprised.
"Tsk, why are you leaving without saying hello..."
Lin Ren straightened his clothes, which were a little messy because he had been in a hurry. After thinking for a while, he gave an order, "Next time when that human comes to the demon tribe, tell the guards to keep an eye out for him and bring him to my palace."
"Yes, sir."
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Zong Ci walked very quickly.
Almost in an instant, he walked out of the demon clan's library and walked quickly on the streets of Chixiao Palace.
"Hey, hey, hey, look at the road, you hit someone!"
He walked very fast and almost collided with people head-on several times.
A demon was hit by the strong wind and staggered two steps. When he was about to turn back to curse, he found that the black figure had already disappeared in the crowd.
"Really? You don't even have eyes when you walk."
The demon patted his clothes and looked up.
It was already evening, and what was approaching in the distance was not only the night, but also the dark clouds that were tangled together. The wind that rolled in from the distant mountains made the lanterns hanging on both sides of the street rustle, and there was a faint sign of a storm.
"Forget it...it's going to rain, let's go."
Originally the demons wanted to rush up and cause trouble, but when they saw the sky, they thought about it and gave up, and hurriedly walked towards the inn in front.
As he walked, he unknowingly saw fewer and fewer people around the black-clothed young man. The guards at the door saw that he was a human and subconsciously took a few more glances at him, but they didn't stop him. Although the demon clan and Taiyan Sect have now formed an alliance, because of the demon king, the attitude of the entire demon clan towards human cultivators is still ambiguous, and there are not many humans coming to Chixiao Palace these days.
After leaving Chixiao Palace, they entered the Taiyan Sect mountain range.
The path was surrounded by wilderness on both sides, with mountains upon mountains as far as the eye could see, cold winds blowing, and dead branches passing by, looking like lines of evil spirits with bared fangs and claws.
Zong Ci seemed unaware of all this.
He did not choose to leave through the main gate of Chixiao Palace, but chose a side door. He had to climb half a mountain to get back to Taiyan Sect.
Since his rebirth, Zong Ci's mood has rarely been so restless.
He personally gave the jade tablet to Rong Lian. It was the amulet that he had begged for in the Yufo Sect for 49 days.
But now? It is worn by a concubine, who says "this is a gift from His Majesty".
Indeed, Zong Ci had figured it out and was no longer obsessed with the phantoms left over from his youth in his previous life.
But this does not mean that he would accept his kindness being thrown to the ground and stepped on like this.
This will make him feel that all his efforts are a joke.
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When the night completely covered the sky, the downpour came as expected.
Today's rain was particularly heavy, and the North had not seen such heavy rain for months. It was accompanied by thunder, as if Lei Gong and Dian Mu were holding magic instruments and beating gongs and drums in the air, with a fierce force that shook the heavens and the earth.
After the demon servant had dealt with everything, he hurried over from the imperial kitchen, holding a palace lantern.
From afar, he saw a person wearing a crimson crane cloak standing under the dark green glazed tiles in the distance. The red color could be seen even through the thick rain.
"His Majesty."
He hurried over and bowed, "Do you want to summon the young master tonight?"
Although Rong Lianxiu's method is not an orthodox dual cultivation method, dual cultivation can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Anyway, dual cultivation is not a big deal for cultivators, and it is even more so for the demons. They simply regard dual cultivation as a means of cultivation.
After the demon servant asked the question, he lowered his head and waited with the lamp in his hand. He waited for a long time before he heard the answer.
“No need.”
The sound was faint, mixed in with the violent storm outside, and faintly had the sound of shattering jade.
For a moment, the main hall fell into silence again, and the only sound was the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the jade tiles.
The candlelight in the main hall flickered, and only a figure could be seen standing at the entrance of the hall, casting a shadow extending into the hall.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the top of the mountain and the plain, creating countless arcs of light, illuminating the face that was enough to captivate everyone, and exuding an unpredictable aura like a deep pool.
Since Rong Lian didn't say anything, the demon servant certainly wouldn't speak rashly.
He stood silently in the darkness of the corridor beside the temple, and quietly raised his eyes to look at the figure in front of him.