[Honghuang] Recruiting demon flags

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Daji never dared to think that the bond between her and Empress Nuwa would start in such a way.

In a few days, she quickly got acquainted with Wa Palace.It was Bixia who led her to see the pavilions and palaces—probably because Bixia was there that day, every time she looked at her, Bixia's eyes were very complicated.

Wa Palace is very big, far bigger than Daji expected.

It took Daji almost a day to memorize the palaces and roads everywhere.Even so, there are still many places that Bixia said are forbidden places, and no one is allowed to enter without the permission of the empress, so she didn't introduce them to her.

Following Bixia, Daji looked at the layer upon layer of palaces, which unfolded to her one after another among the lingering clouds and mist, among which the fairy flowers and spirit grass flourished and the strange fragrance wafted, all of which she had never seen before.

She thought to herself, although she often came to Wa Palace, she knew almost nothing about this palace.

As for the empress, she can be regarded as almost ignorant.

The empress is a sage, and her words must be practiced. Since she agreed to her request, she will naturally not let her down.Daji was summoned to the empress from time to time, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at noon, and sometimes late at night, and each time the empress was busy.

When summoned late at night for the first time, Daji was uncontrollably excited.

When Empress Nuwa created humans, she divided humans into male and female, so Daji guessed that Empress should be very clear about the lingering love between the beds.And the demon emperor of the empress generation called her over in the middle of the night, and the reason why it was self-evident.

She is a fox demon, with a romantic nature, and she is best at it.

But when Daji was wearing thin clothes and pushed open the vermilion palace gate, what she saw was a vast sea of ​​monster clan kung fu classics.

The heavy sandalwood bookshelves are tens of feet high, and they are all filled with letters.Daji looked up, and could only see that the slips were getting taller and taller, and they were inserted into the majestic and solemn palace roof where the lights couldn't reach, and they couldn't see clearly anymore.

Looking around, besides the bookshelves, there are still bookshelves.

There are not many gaps left between the bookshelves. When Daji walked through the stacks of books with a lantern in her hand, she felt that everything was quiet, only the sound of her own footsteps and the dust floating gently between the books. How many years have passed.

She slowed down and became more cautious.

I don't know how big this library is. Daji has been walking for a long time, but she hasn't seen the end yet.

From the beginning of the world, from ancient times to the present, all the classics of the monster clan are probably here.

The further she walked, the more shocked Daji was, and even the hand holding the lantern began to tremble—she had never thought about what the words "sage" and "prehistoric" meant before, until now, seeing it with her own eyes .

Put all the history in front of you, what a vast and vast scene, mountains and seas are not enough to describe.

Thousands and tens of thousands of years, that is what she can't look up to in her whole life.

Daji bit her lip and began to count her steps in her heart.

When the count reached 7000, [-], a gleam of light finally emerged from among the stacked bookshelves, swaying gently and silently in the surrounding silence, as if someone was reading at night by burning a lamp.

Turning around another bookshelf, the eyes suddenly brightened.

Between the towering bookshelves on all sides, there is a small open space of three feet square, where a book case is placed.A nine-branched copper lamp on the desk lit nine clusters of flames, illuminating the scattered bamboo slips scattered all over the floor.

Nu Wa was sitting in front of the table, her five-colored dress was spread on the floor, reflecting the ancient light in the candlelight.

She sat upright, with her right hand hanging in the air, holding a pen, probably annotating a letter, while her left hand closed the cuff, leaving only a bony wrist. The long sleeves were hanging down, elegant and quiet.

With this scene coming, Daji almost forgot to breathe.

She quietly walked out from between the bookshelves, walked around to Nuwa, knelt down behind her, and put the lantern in her hand on the ground, gently put down the thoughts that had been caused by the empress' teasing, and said in a low voice: "... ...Your Majesty, it's so late, you should rest for a while."

Nuwa said: "No need."

With the pen in her hand, she scratched a few words on the letter.

Daji leaned over to look, and saw a roll of bamboo slips spread out on the desk, and a piece of parchment next to it, which was painted with a picture of some kind of beast. The bones and meridians were all drawn on it, and there were notes in small characters next to it.And Nuwa is modifying the bamboo slips according to this picture.

Daji asked: "This is?"

"It's one of the leopards." Nuwa was still revising the bamboo slips, without raising her head, but explained to her in a harmonious voice: "I usually like to live in Yongzhou in the northwest, and the number is very small. You probably don't know it."

Daji's eyes fell on the bamboo slips again, "Then, my lady, this is...?"

Nuwa said: "Recently, Caiyun passed by there, and for me, the heavens have pity on me. This clan has been in decline for a long time, and finally a young demon has appeared. When it was enlightened, it was only a few months old. The future is limitless.”

Daji said softly, "That's really a blessing."

Nuwa nodded, "Naturally. It's just that they haven't seen leopard demons for a long time, and their skills have been lost, so it's a little troublesome. I can't just see this line of monsters cut off. Fortunately, the meridians of the leopard tribes are connected. You only need to use other leopard tribes. Cultivation method, just a little adjustment."

When she was talking, her eyes still kept on the bamboo slips on the desk, and her writing was smooth and smooth.

Daji knelt beside Nuwa, looking at the exposed part of the empress's wrist, followed by moving the pen, shaking it slightly, shaking a light shadow, and the handwriting flowed out under the shadow——

She thought to herself, there are thousands of monsters in the world, each with different exercises, so it turned out that the empress really compiled it by herself, one by one.

The candlelight was flickering, and I don't know how long it took, probably when the exercise was finally revised. Nuwa put down her pen, flicked her long sleeves, rolled up the bamboo slips on the table, and pushed them aside casually.

Daji spoke in a timely manner, and softly asked: "Your Majesty, are you going to rest?"

Nu Wa smiled and said: "You always advise me to go to rest."

Daji: "I..."

Nuwa didn't mean to argue with her, she turned her head slightly, her pupils were filled with deep black under the night lights, looked at Daji, and said slowly: "Daji, look, it's your King Zhou, all Everyone in the world knows that he is a foolish king, and he will go to rest without approving two memorials. In your eyes, is this seat not as good as King Zhou?"

Daji immediately said: "Of course not!"

... But what the empress approved was more than just two memorials.

She thought about this, looked at Nuwa, and was about to make a good argument, King Zhou could never be compared with the empress, but Nuwa had already said to her: "Come on, there are too many races of monsters, and their skills are also different. , if you want to understand all these ways of practice clearly, you need to start from the most basic meridians. I happen to be free today, so I can talk to you about the similarities and differences in the distribution of meridians of various races..."

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Therefore, the first time Daji summoned late at night was to listen to a night-long class given by Empress Nuwa.

She couldn't even remember how many times she personally added oil to the nine copper lamps on the desk of the empress during the night.

And the voice of the empress has always been lingering in her ears, it is still the same noble indifference from ancient times, telling the history of the monster clan, the evolution of each clan and clan, and the path of cultivation explored by the predecessors one by one Tell, talk to her.

Daji listened to the preaching of the empress, but she thought of the situation when she knelt down in front of Wa Palace for the first time 700 years ago.

When the sage Nuwa preached, she was blessed by the world, and all the demons were treated equally. Anyone who could sense the demon banner and find the Wa Palace with the breath of blood could enter to listen to the sermon.Regardless of good or bad, regardless of high or low.

But Daji was still young at that time, and when she listened to the preaching of the empress, there were many things she didn't understand, so she asked the senior demon beside her.

She still remembered asking: "Senior, isn't Empress Nuwa the Demon Emperor? Why did she preach to us in person?"

The senior said, "Is this your first time here?"

Daji nodded.

The senior sighed and said: "It is a bit of talent to be able to find this place by following the demon banner. Now, the cultivation methods passed down among our demon clan all come from the Wa Palace and compiled by the Nuwa Empress herself. "

At that time, Daji had already deeply remembered the majesty and demeanor of Empress Nuwa in her heart. Hearing that it was related to Empress, she had to get to the bottom of it, so she took this matter and asked several other senior demons who were listening together. .

The big monsters all said the same thing, and they spoke highly of their empress.

It wasn't until now that Daji finally understood where the reverence for the empress from the elders of the Yaozu came from.

The cultivation of the monster race is no better than that of the human race. There are many races. Each clan, each branch, and even each monster has different bone meridians. It is not a saint who wants to organize so many cultivation techniques into a book and pass them on to the monsters. Power cannot do it.

As for the journey of practice, if there is no guidance from a famous teacher, no inheritance from the clan, and the pain of struggling and stumbling, Daji herself has groped all the way up, so naturally she knows it all too well.

The human race has three sects of Taoism, and there are countless classics and magic weapons. When searching for immortals, they have their own teachers to guide them, and they have fellow disciples to protect them. The road ahead is open, and the future is infinite.

And their demon clan... only Empress Nuwa.

The empress takes the honor of a saint and is the teacher of the world, and she does her best to support the monster clan, pass on its way, and teach it its karma.

The so-called immeasurable merit is really not empty talk.

Daji thought to himself, and it was precisely for this reason that when the world's monsters raised their heads to see Empress Nuwa for the first time in front of the Wa Palace, there were countless people who thought the same thing as her.

The empress is a saintly person with a benevolent heart, and treats all monsters without favoring one another.

She was never that special one.

As the night drew to a close, the candlelight of the copper lamp also dimmed, flickering, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Daji put down the pen in her hand.

She memorized the seventy or eighty directions of the Yaozu's meridians by rote, and her mind was drowsy, filled with newly memorized knowledge. She felt that as long as she shook her head, she could hear those exercises in her head. Shaking sound.

She shook her head, but she didn't hear the sound, but she heard Nuwa say: "In the future, you can also help with the cultivation of the monster race."

Daji responded softly: "...Yes."

The lamp oil finally couldn't hold it anymore. Just as Daji finished speaking, the ending sound was still lingering among the bookshelves on all sides. The nine candles on the copper lamp on the table had all been extinguished, leaving only darkness.

Daji's heartbeat quickened again, and she called softly in the dark: "Your Majesty..."

The voice is tactful, deliberately using charm.

She is a monster, and she doesn't pay much attention to etiquette and Taoism.From Daji's point of view, now that she and the empress are justified, they should take advantage of the night to do some legitimate things, anyway, she likes it.

Without lights, the sense of hearing becomes extra sensitive.Daji could only hear her breath suppressed and excited—the empress is always quiet, her Taoism is unfathomable, she doesn’t have to breathe, she naturally doesn’t breathe, she is high and clean, like a god overlooking all living beings.

Daji's palms were slightly sweaty.

She stretched out her hand, opened one side of her skirt, and felt the light clothes slowly slide down her shoulders, and finally piled up on her waist.The night wind was slightly cold and gently brushed against her skin, but Daji felt a shiver of excitement, and subconsciously moved her legs together.

In the dark, she can't see clearly, but the empress can.

Daji was very confident in her seductive skills, and she leaned towards Nuwa softly and bonelessly. She had already imagined seven or eight postures in her mind, but she was firmly caught by an arm, none of which cast out.

Daji:"……"

Nuwa straightened her up, and even remembered to put her clothes back on again. In the dark, her voice was still very clear, and she said, "No."

Daji: "..." She finally understood what King Zhou felt that day.

She asked, "Why?"

Nuwa paused for a moment, then asked her back: "Have you ever heard of the method of dual cultivation?"

Daji: "...that's natural."

She already vaguely understood.

Nüwa said: "The way of heaven is more than enough to damage and make up for what is not enough. If people who cultivate the Tao intersect with each other, spiritual power will naturally flow from the one with the higher cultivation level to the one with the lower cultivation level. There is even no need for intercourse, as long as the breath is intertwined, Spiritual power will spontaneously flow to the lower places. Your current demon body cannot bear this seat's cultivation, and you will directly explode and die."

Daji gathered her clothes and sat down next to the empress again, remembering the sudden surge of spiritual power in her demon body after she kissed the empress for the first time, so she reluctantly admitted in her heart: what the empress said was right.

She adjusted her breathing slowly according to the method of exhalation, so as to clarify her state of mind, and tried her best to drive those charming thoughts out of her mind just now.

She should have expected this earlier, Daji thought.

From the first time she knelt in front of the Imperial Palace, but could only look down at the skirt of the empress, she should understand that the difference between her and the empress is the difference between the stream and the sea, the firefly and the bright moon, and the mayfly's attempt. Use the life of life and death to look up at the height of Kunpeng.

That is the natural moat between gods and mortals, and it will never, never be changed by a few words.

Even if the empress promised to be good friends with her, it's the same.

It's just that in the past, she was dazzled by admiration, and when she saw her mother a few times, she would call her mother-in-law, mother-in-law and mother-in-law every day, so she naively thought that as long as she thought about her mother more, she would be able to get acquainted with her mother more. Somewhat; thinking that as long as she likes it enough, this ridiculous unrequited love, whether it is wishful thinking or ends without a problem, will never leave any regrets.

But she never thought about what it meant to be a sage of heaven and a generation of demon emperors under the majesty's appearance.

The sky will be bright.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell through the window lattice somewhere, and fell into the library, showing a clean pale color.

Daji saw Nuwa's face shrouded in the faint morning light, with a stunning beauty, like a fairy or a Buddha.

The scene at this moment was so solemn that in a trance, she thought of every year on March [-]th, when she, as one of the ten thousand demons, prayed to the empress, through the smoky incense in the temple, she saw the tent. Among the fluttering curtains, there is a majestic and beautiful statue of Nuwa.

Daji straightened her expression, and carefully arranged the hem of her clothes.

She knelt down in front of Nuwa, and said word by word: "The empress's holiness, for us and other monster races, is indeed a gift for reinvention. There is no way to repay the empress's kindness, and the little demon Daji is here to dare to represent the demons of the world." Clan, thank you for your great kindness."

After all, my thanks.

Saints are like the sea.

The sea is so big, the world is blessed with blessings, and the people are blessed, but they will not stop because of one person, and will not turn the wind and waves because of one incident.

The empress is of course very good, but it is not hers.