Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

Ruyi Street, Porcelain Alley.

Lin Yuniang stood in a simple shed built with a few bamboo poles, the tarpaulin above her head sheltered from the wind and rain, dripping raindrops dripped from the edge of the shed, and smashed to pieces on the Qingshiban Street.

Night always comes earlier on rainy days, and the sky darkened at the first moment of Youshi. There are few pedestrians on Ruyi Street under the dim rain, and even if they pass by occasionally, they don't stop in front of this small stall.

The charcoal fire in the stove is burning red, and the big pot above is boiling with soup. In the milky white and rich lamb soup, you can see the pale yellow bone marrow being boiled out of the pale lamb bones.

In this rainy day with little business, Lin Yuniang still concentrates on taking care of her pot of mutton soup.

Business is like this, even if there is no customer, you have to keep yourself busy. Otherwise, if a passing customer sees a boring store, even if they originally wanted to sit here, they may suddenly change their minds and go to another place to eat.

Maybe people in the world subconsciously think that how can a cheap and delicious stall make the shopkeeper stop their work.

According to experience, although there are few diners on rainy days, as long as you can keep yourself busy, there will always be a few sporadic guests.

Lin Yuniang's eyes have been looking for possible guests on rainy days. This one is dressed in a bit shabby, not like someone who is willing to drink a dozen copper coins and a bowl of mutton soup; the one who was walking in a hurry was drenched in the rain, and must be in a hurry to go home and change clothes ;The other is too richly dressed, and he is not the one who can come to her stall...

A thin layer of mist appeared at some point in the hazy rain under the rush of pedestrians. Two figures walked across the street in a leisurely manner. The one who was in the lead was holding a blue bamboo umbrella, while the one who was one step behind was wearing a green bamboo umbrella on his head. Wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

As if attracted by the smell of mutton soup, the person who was in the lead turned around and walked into the hut that was pattered by raindrops, and the two sat down at the only small table.

"Two guests, sit down quickly. In this cold and rainy day, drinking a bowl of warm mutton soup can drive away the cold and relieve fatigue."

Lin Yuniang's food stall has all kinds of customers, and the most important thing is that the customers are as soon as they enter the door, so she immediately greeted them.

"Don't drink the soup, Yu Niang, I'm here to take you away."

This somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar voice made Lin Yuniang pause, and she raised her head in a daze.

The man who spoke raised the bamboo hat with his hands, and underneath was a familiar young face.

"Brother Ying, are you still alive?"

"Of course I'm still alive. The Sheng family should give you a settling allowance every month. Why do you still do such hard work?"

"In the beginning, there was, but after two years they said you were dead and sent your ashes back. Naturally, the settlement allowance that was originally agreed upon was gone. Huan'er is still young..."

"I see, where is Huan'er? The Sheng family lied to us, and our family will leave now. You don't need to bring any money, just bring the family's sea chart."

As soon as Wu Ying heard it, she knew that what she expected was right, the Sheng family didn't intend to let her out at all, how could a person who was already dead in the outside world leave the workshop alive.

Then he turned his head to look at Du Kang, and after getting a nod of approval, he dragged his wife to the house in the alley behind him.

Du Kang sat alone in the shed, the pervasive ghost fog blocked the sound of the conversation, but could not block the sight of others, he felt a different kind of gaze.

It was not far away, an old man who set up a stall in the same simple canopy.

Noticing Du Kang's gaze, the old man responded with a kind smile on his wrinkled face, and continued to fiddle with the dried fish in front of him.

Du Kang got up and picked up a big bowl from the stall, filled half a bowl of haggis in the haggis basket, and skilfully scooped a spoonful of thick soup in the soup pot, filled the bowl with haggis, and smoked it on the table. A pair of chopsticks.

Du Kang held an umbrella and walked towards the old man with a smile on his face.

"Old man, come out to do business at such an old age, drink a bowl of soup to drive away the cold."

"Hey, the old man saw a kind person today. I have been neighbors with this haggis stall for many years, and this is the first time someone treats me to a bowl. You are really a kind person."

After hearing the words, the old man directly took the big hot bowl from the edge of the bowl, opened his mouth with most of his teeth missing, and opened his mouth to say auspicious words, but his remaining few black and yellow broken teeth looked crumbling, which made Du Kang unbearable look straight at.

Picking up the chopsticks, it wasn't too hot, and he directly pulled the soup and meat into his mouth, as if he was afraid that Du Kang would regret it.

"Eat slowly, I'm treating guests today, if it's not enough, I'll continue."

"That's enough, that's enough. I'm getting old and my stomach won't be able to eat much. If I eat too much, I'm afraid I won't be able to turn around and suffocate myself. You are here to find the widow Lin next door. I saw your friend go home with her." , is it possible that Widow Lin can't live on anymore and started Anchang's business? How much do you pay?"

The old man finished eating the haggis in the bowl in two or three bites, took a sip of the hot soup from the side of the bowl beautifully, showing a satisfied expression, and then casually chatted about some topics that men are interested in no matter how old they are.

"The old people are old-hearted. If Widow Lin starts this business, you will also take care of other people's business. It's completely different from the current pie that doesn't even buy a bowl of mutton soup."

Du Kang smiled brightly, and handed the old man another piece of hot cake.

"Of course, eating a bowl of mutton soup will not fill your stomach, and you will be hungry again after a long time. But being able to sleep with such a beautiful woman is a wonderful thing that will never be forgotten in a lifetime."

The old man took the cake, tore it into small pieces, soaked it in the soup and continued.

"Don't look at Widow Lin, who wakes up early in the morning and is busy with business at night. She looks unremarkable. She is not dressed up. Once you see her eighteen-year-old daughter, you will think that a woman who can give birth to such a beautiful embryo has a beautiful appearance. It will be bad."

At this moment, Du Kang put away the umbrella he had been holding, and leaned in front of the old man, showing a thoughtful expression.

"The asking price for such a woman should not be cheap. I don't know how long the old man has set up a stall here to buy dried fish before he can make enough money for one visit."

The old man immediately became excited, as if he felt that he could look down on his financial resources, but not his lust.

"The old man has lived his whole life, and he has seen through many things, but he can't see through the matter of women's sex. It is worth half of my coffin to sleep once."

"The old man is getting stronger and stronger, so how much will the person who let you monitor Widow Lin's family pay you a month, and how long will it take to make up the price for one sleep?"

A shining dagger was pressed against the old man's chest.

Because of the angle, no one who occasionally passed by on the street could see the dagger. Occasionally, when they glanced over here, they could only see two people chatting on a rainy day.

The dagger instantly froze the hot chat. The old man's hand was not steady enough to grab the bowl. Half a bowl of mutton soup was almost thrown out by him. Du Kang could only take the bowl from his hand and asked.

"Old man, let me ask you a question, how much can I give you?"

"Brother...Your brother must be playing with me. I'm just an old man who buys dried fish. I don't understand what the prison is not watching."

With a light hand of the dagger, the sharp point pierced the clothes and skin, a stream of blood immediately seeped from the clothes, and the heart-piercing screams of the old man immediately sounded.

"Stop shouting, others won't be able to hear you, but if you dare to move, my knife will stab into your heart."

The old man opened his eyes. Sure enough, the sparse pedestrians in the rain were still walking in a hurry. They didn't notice the movement just now, and their heart suddenly became cold. The strange scene in front of them could only be caused by magic. This man is probably a monk.

"I said, I said, it's Fengtie Pavilion on Qianjie Street. They asked me to pay more attention to whether there was anything unusual about Widow Lin's family when doing business. They gave me fifty copper coins every month, and they said it was true. If you find something valuable, you can get another bounty."

Fifty copper coins a month, 600 coins a year, and 9,600 silver coins after Wu Ying left for 16 years, a total of 926 coins.

Sixteen years of surveillance cost less than Wuying's one month's settling expenses, and I don't know how much money the Sheng family saved through this. It's really a good deal.

Compared with the value created by Wu Ying's forging of divine weapons, whether it's the expenses of settling down and monitoring outside, or his personal expenses in the workshop, they are all insignificant.

Du Kang suddenly discovered that he still underestimated the means of exploitation in the other world. Compared with those cruel systems in the early days of the industrial revolution in his previous life, the Sheng family's industry did not give way.

"The Sheng family is good at exploiting, but the efficiency of dealing with accidents is as expected. The bigger the organization, the more difficult it is to respond flexibly. It has been three hours since the workshop was stolen, and they haven't noticed Wu Ying's disappearance yet. Not to mention that no one was sent to control his family, only a perverted old man who hadn't lived for many years worked part-time to monitor. Is this a manifestation of the power of a power whose annual business turnover of Guangshenbing is as high as more than 400 million taels of silver? It's ridiculous when you think about it .”

Such thoughts flashed silently in his heart, and the brass-colored mirrors in Du Kang's eyes flashed, and the old man fell asleep on the chair with his head tilted, and went on his journey of life and fragrance in his dream.

Life is painful. If you lose even the right to dream, most people will not be able to persist in living.

It's just an old man who wants to sleep with more women and earn tens of pennies more every month. Du Kang really doesn't need to kill an old man who only sees his fake face.

More importantly, if the old man just couldn't wake up, others would only think that he had some kind of emergency when they found out, but if he died here now, it would soon alarm the Fengtie Pavilion in Qianjie.

At this time, Wu Ying also walked out of Porcelain Alley, holding a package in his hand, followed by his wife and a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

The little girl's face was only pretty, not as stunning as the old man selling dried fish said, and Wu Ying's wife was only fairly pretty, far less beautiful than the woman named Jian Zhi in the workshop.

But it can make Wuying miss her so much.

Du Kang felt that, apart from the love with his wife and the affection for his daughter, these two women probably represented Wu Ying's yearning for the freedom of the outside world.

At this time, the emotions of several people are stable. It seems that Wu Ying has completely persuaded his wife and daughter to give up their family and business.

"My lord, the family is small and the business is small. There is nothing to clean up. We have already brought the chart. Everything in the future will be arranged by you."

"Well, come with me."

Du Kang walked out of the food stall with a big umbrella and took the lead to walk into the rain. Wuying's family of three followed him step by step, and their figures gradually disappeared on the street.

The mist dissipated quickly, and there was only an old man with his head down sleeping soundly at the entrance of Porcelain Alley, and a pot of steaming mutton soup in the stall...

...

Du Kang sat alone at the table, repeatedly reviewing all kinds of things that happened in just one day from yesterday to today.

I didn't relax until I confirmed that every time I faced a choice, even if the choice was not the one that maximized the benefits, I didn't make any major mistakes, so I relaxed and took a sip of the tea at the table.

It was already late at night, and Wuying's family had already been arranged to live in this courtyard.

There were not enough rooms at first, so Du Kang asked the yellow-faced boy to open up several new rooms for them to live in under the yard. Unexpectedly, the snakes liked the warm underground environment very much, and proposed to move them all in.

The yellow-faced boy could only open a few more rooms deep underground for Youzi Snake, and they immediately moved in happily.

A few wing rooms on the ground floor were vacated, and Wuying's family chose one to move in. They even had a separate room with the four turtle children, and they could move out of Du Kang's room when they were talking about painting, without disturbing Du Kang's concentration on cultivation.

After sorting out many miscellaneous matters, Du Kang took out one of the gains of this time from his stomach pouch.

Pieces of golden steel reflecting golden luster.

The buried blade technique is the first spell that Du Kang practiced in this world, but because of the material problem, it is still at the second level until now. There are several other spells that came from behind as the main spell, and Du Kang has rarely used it in battle. .

But Du Kang is extremely looking forward to the buried blade technique that can transform into the body of Yazi, and the wing insertion technique that possesses the power of Qingluan.

The dragon and the phoenix are also the top bloodlines of the monster race in this world. Although there have been stories of other monsters feeding on the dragon and the phoenix, it is because the overall strength of the dragon and phoenix race is strong, and other monster races habitually trample on the two. The clan makes a name for itself.

Every clan has its strong and its weak. If Du Kang killed a few old, weak, sick, and disabled from the dragon and phoenix clans because of other monsters, he would think that they are weak and have limited potential, and that they have been fooled by legends.

Compared with the dragon and phoenix who were born as big monsters, the chances of other monster races becoming talented are pitifully low, which shows how powerful their blood is.

Du Kang, who is carrying a panel, is destined to embark on a path of learning from the strengths of all monsters. He must obtain the power of dragon and phoenix.

Pick up a piece of gold steel, and the advanced information will pop up automatically.

[Name]: Du Kang

[Life span]: 39 years and 342 days/255 years and 334 days

[Buried blade method]:

Grade: Grade B

Skills: Claw Blade, Attached: Demon Breaking (Level 1), Sharpness (Level 2), Solidity (Level 2)

Juli (Double)

self-healing (double)

Already possessing a sufficient volume of gold steel, you can spend 212 days of life to advance. Is it to advance the buried blade method?

Select【Yes】

Du Kang raised his left hand uncontrollably, and the illusory copper furnace of heaven and earth emerged in his hand.

clang!

When using the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace in the past, Du Kang directly released the copper furnace and covered the objects in it.

But this time, the closed furnace lid automatically flew up, and pieces of gold and steel placed in the room automatically flew into it, and the blue and red flames rose to completely envelop the large number of gold and steel.

Du Kang's originally free right hand began to form seals, and every time the handprints changed, a talisman would condense in his hand, and immediately sparked a blue-red flame when it was put into the copper furnace.

The copper furnace of heaven and earth rotated in the air, and the fire in the furnace was burning fiercely. One after another, combustion-supporting talismans were injected into it, and the gold and steel, known for their firmness, melted slowly like snow that met the sun.