Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

Snapped!

The crisp and loud sound of Xingmu echoed in the teahouse.

This is a three-story tea house. The wooden structure of the building is in the shape of a Chinese character. A bright patio is hollowed out in the middle of the second and third floors. A small platform is set up in the middle of the patio on the first floor. The thin old man was standing on the stage, bowing to the sparse audience around him.

"Last time we said that Lin Daiyu saw injustice, so she took action angrily, and killed Zhen Guanxi who bullied Jin's father and daughter with three punches. As a result, this town of Guanxi is an in-law of the local ruling family. Lin Daiyu knew that she couldn't stay here for long. , I had no choice but to pack my luggage overnight and flee to the wild with the Jin family father and daughter... Today we will continue with the story from last time."

"Although Lin Daiyu is a woman, she is only sixteen years old and can grow into a girl, but when she was young, she had obtained a demon-eating spell by chance, as long as she kept eating demon meat, she could continuously increase her stamina and strength. It was also the reason why she was able to kill Zhen Guanxi with three punches."

"Although she has spells, Lin Daiyu has never been out of the county. Looking around, the world is vast, but she doesn't know where she is going. At this time, the father and daughter of the Jin family invited her to the neighboring county, saying that they have relatives there. But to flee, Lin Daiyu is a heroic character, she took them on the road without thinking much..."

"This journey is more than 300 miles, and the road is full of poor mountains and rivers. Every few miles, wolves, tigers and leopards will attack. Fortunately, under the protection of Lin Daiyu's magic, they all passed safely. On the first day of the county, a huge tiger demon suddenly blocked the way ahead..."

The old storyteller narrated the whole story in a leisurely manner, emphasizing the bloody cruelty in the practice of magic, the power of the monster's body, the strangeness of the sorcery and the danger of the battle between human and monster.

These plots are what people at the bottom of the world like to hear the most, because as we all know, it is extremely dangerous to lure the flesh and blood of monsters into the body to become a monk.

Those monks who are at the bottom of the practice class are not much more expensive than ordinary people. The difference is that ordinary people suffer from hunger and hunger. That's another story.

Most of the monks in the world are low-level shrimp who ventured onto the road of cultivation after obtaining one or two levels of incomplete inheritance. Although they are more beautiful than ordinary people when they are alive, they have to endure the influence of monster nature on human nature and change their minds. If you want to live in the life of killing people or being chopped all day, most of them will be short-lived.

The people in the southeast mountainous area of ​​Daliang don't know what the conditions of the monks in other places are, but the stories told by the old storyteller in the past two weeks are the life of monks they usually see.

Although the life of a monk is wonderful, if those wonderful stories happen to others, they will naturally arouse everyone's amazement, but if they happen to themselves, there is a high probability that they will be dazzled by the lake of blood.

If a spell and spell materials are placed in front of an ordinary mortal with a stable life, this mortal may not dare to embark on the path of cultivation. Although he dare not, people still instinctively like to hear stories about some monks.

The old storyteller on the stage told a new story that the locals had never heard.

The old storyteller is literate. He used to be a down-and-out storyteller in the open air at Caishikou. He barely made a living by telling old stories that the locals were tired of hearing. But recently, he somehow got the hang of it and asked him to make up a new story. There are quite a few idlers at Caishikou who like to listen.

This allowed the owner of the teahouse to seize the business opportunity and invite the old man to the teahouse, asking for nothing else, as long as the old man's story can make the tea drinkers sit in the teahouse for a while, drink an extra pot of tea, and order an extra plate of dim sum Melon and fruit, that is earned.

The old man's voice kept echoing in the teahouse. There was a seven or eight-year-old child walking lightly among the few guests in the teahouse.

The child is holding a gong in his hand, turning the surface of the gong upside down and using it as a vessel. He does not interrupt each guest, but respectfully raises the gong above his head.

A generous guest would throw a coin or two into the gong, and the child would immediately bow several times to thank the bounty, and then move on to the next table.

However, most of the customers in the teahouse were prostitutes. Children walked from the first floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the third floor. There were only more than 30 copper coins in the gong.

But the child was already very satisfied with this more harvest than usual, and he turned his eyes to the last table of guests on the third floor.

The guests at this table were a man and a woman. They were dressed luxuriously and had extraordinary looks. They didn't look like ordinary common people. According to his experience in begging for rewards, if the story entertained them, they might receive a tip of silver this time.

A few steps trotted up to the man, not daring to speak and disturbing the guests listening to the book, they might be beaten, the child showed a bright smile and raised the gong.

Du Kang had noticed this child a long time ago, and when he came to him, he casually threw a small piece of broken silver into a pile of copper coins.

When the child saw Yinzi, he quickly put the gong aside, kowtowed a few times on the floor, and then walked away step by step.

"Does Your Majesty like children? It's a pity that my family is a ghost, otherwise I will definitely give birth to one for Your Majesty."

The one who spoke was a beautiful woman sitting opposite the table. Her figure was graceful, her temperament was cold and charming, and she was dressed in a pink palace attire that fitted her. Full.

Such a woman should be very eye-catching, but the surrounding guests are all sitting far away, and the nearby tables are also vacant, so they can take a few glances at most from a distance.

Not to mention the luxurious clothes of this woman, just looking at her appearance, she is also a role that ordinary people dare not provoke.

Men in this world love beautiful people, so women, especially beautiful women, are either attached to someone who has power, or they have power themselves. No matter which of these two situations, ordinary people can't afford to provoke them of.

The movement around them was not taken into consideration by the two listening to the book. The pink lady looked at the man opposite with joyful eyes. Seeing that he ignored her, she took off the pink shoes on her feet and stretched out a pair of pink shoes from the hem of her skirt. With only a slender jade leg, a small foot was put on Du Kang's lap from under the table.

As soon as Du Kang lowered his head, he saw that white and tender foot, with five distinct toes and pink nails growing on it, which was wobbly and very cute.

He took the little feet that looked like flesh and blood, but were actually yin and gods, in his hand, and the tentacles felt like holding a piece of cold nephrite, so good that people couldn't put it down.

Trying to figure out the nephrite in his hand, Du Kang sent strands of qi and blood into the body of Lady Fan, smiling.

"The way of the Yin God is broad and profound. I've heard that ghosts and immortals with advanced realms can unite with each other and give birth to a fairy fetus. Lady Fen will be able to give birth to one for my king when she becomes advanced in her cultivation."

"Your Majesty just likes to joke. How can the slave family be so lucky to have such a cultivation base in the future."

Fen Niangzi has been walking in the ghost and immortal way of Yin Shenfa for decades, and she is still a low-level monk. She doesn't think that the kind of thing Du Kang said can happen to her.

After giving Du Kang a coquettish look, Miss Fen was reluctant to pull her foot out, because the Black Feather Monster Crow clone is a big monster, and its energy and blood are not only thick but also extremely pure, and it often uses this energy and blood to nourish yin God is very beneficial to practice, she is reluctant to leave.

Du Kang kept moving his hands, turned his head and continued to look downstairs.

In his spiritual eyes, this ordinary tea house is actually a colorful world, like a vast ocean of spiritual energy whizzing by, human beings lose their fixed shapes and become clusters of distorted and deformed lights of different colors ball.

The voice of the storyteller turned into a weird murmur in the ear, like the dream of a giant beast in the deep sea. In such a sound, a little bit of the story was instilled into the ears of the audience present.

Whether these people are listening carefully or not, these stories will be deeply rooted in their subconscious mind, and they may not think of it at ordinary times, but when they wake up in the middle of the night, they may suddenly recall a certain story they have heard, Or one of them, who will never be forgotten until the end of his life.

Among these audiences, there were more than a dozen listeners who were engrossed in the audience. In the spiritual light on their bodies, there were tiny golden light spots emerging, drifting into the sea of ​​spiritual energy and disappearing without a trace.

Those are the pan-believers who empathize with the story, and what they produce is the power of incense and vows, and these clearly directed beliefs will automatically gather to the calligraphers in the sea of ​​aura.

Don't think that everyone can only produce a weak wish, but as long as the number of believers is large enough and everyone recalls these stories for a long enough time, these weak forces will converge into a mighty force that can create gods.

The old man who told the story was just an ordinary person. After being endowed with these stories from "The Legend of God and Demon Shi'er" by Du Kang in his dream, he thought they were all he got from a dream.

Du Kang used spells to permanently transform the old man's soul, and his mind will be connected to "The Legend of God and Demon Shi'er", and a steady stream of new stories will automatically appear in his mind, just like a hardworking farmer, contributing to Du Kang's life. Sow the seeds of a bountiful harvest and earn some food and clothing for yourself as a side effect.

And among those who listen to the story, some excellent seeds will also be noticed by the calligrapher, and he will select new sowers among them.

Du Kang stayed in this teahouse this time to check the planting effect of the seeds, and now it seems that it is as expected.

No matter how attractive the story is, it is after all a pastime after dinner. Most people are busy with their livelihoods. Few people come to drink tea just to listen to a story. There are many people meeting in this teahouse to discuss business, but few people who listen to books.

It is only in fantasy that a wonderful story can attract crowds to gather and even applaud.

But Du Kang is already very satisfied with the current situation. Belief in the gods has always been something that cannot be rushed. Slowly spread people everywhere, moisten things slowly and silently, and one day it will achieve results.

After closing the spiritual eyes, the old storyteller's voice finally returned to normal.

"Lin Daiyu went through hardships all the way, and sent the Jin family's father and daughter to relatives' homes, but they couldn't live in other people's homes. I happened to hear that a big practice school nearby was recruiting female disciples, so I went to join in the fun."

"After going to the residence of the sect, I found out that this place turned out to be a nunnery called Wenshu's nunnery. Lin Daiyu was only twenty-eight years old, how could she want to have her hair shaved when she was young, and when she was about to leave, she happened to meet Wenshu The host of the nunnery..."

Holding nephrite jade in one hand and a spoon in the other, Du Kang ate a bowl of eight-treasure tea made from lotus seeds, peanuts, brown sugar, melon seeds, sesame seeds, red dates, longan, and wolfberry on the table, and said to Lady Fen.

"According to the days, it has been almost half a month since Heimianlang got the Skyshaking Hammer. With the Heaven and Earth Fire applied to the Skyshaking Hammer by the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace, Heimianlang's body should have been corroded to the point of failure."

Du Kang has come to this county for the second time in half a month. Naturally, it is impossible to simply test the results of a storyteller's sowing. He came this time mainly to reap another victory.

The winter solstice will be less than half a year away. Ontology is collecting the materials needed for the refining of divine weapons, and trying to persuade the Qinglin Jiaoren clan to help him carry out the sacrificial ceremony of divine weapons forging. The matter of improving forging skills can only fall to On the body of Taoist Crow's avatar.

It just so happened that the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace is a skill that needs to be forged by consuming life, so Du Kang targeted the victim on nearby monsters that were not compatible with him.

This is a human county near Wuyunling, named Hog County, ruled by a pig demon named Hei Mian Lang. Although people's lives are not satisfactory, they can barely survive, but now Du Kang decided to give them another job. Law.

"That black-faced man is a stupid black wild boar. To the king, he is nothing more than a chicken and a dog. Let's clean him up quickly and go back to Wuyun Palace."

But within a short while, Lady Pink's cheeks were already flushed, and the blood from Du Kang's palm was warm, making her feel dizzy like drunk.

The blood of the big demon is very beneficial to the pink lady who walks the way of ghosts and immortals. If Du Kang can be entangled on the bed every day, she will be able to break through to the middle level in half a year. Naturally, she doesn't want Du Kang to run around , which will delay her practice.

"My lord, your hands are so hot, your little feet are almost melting."

Feeling that she had reached her limit, the flushed pink lady quickly pulled her feet back, but the blood in Yinshen kept churning and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"I've said it a long time ago. It's too much to say too much. The yin spirit belongs to yin. The proper balance of yin and yang can improve your cultivation, but if it's too much, it will also damage your ghost body. The majestic body that got into your body last night The qi and blood haven't been digested yet, and if you dare to seduce me now, you are so greedy, you are not afraid of burning yourself to death."

A bowl of eight-treasure tea was swallowed by Du Kang in just a few sips. As soon as he pointed at Miss Fen's eyebrows, a black mark of Gouyu appeared on the female ghost's forehead.

Visible to the naked eye, the blush on Miss Pink's cheeks immediately faded away.

【End of Enchantment】

This sealing technique can seal the specified life or energy. For the Ya Taoist avatar with many skills, it is not difficult to help the pink lady solve this problem.

"Let's go, go with me to take back the further Skyshaker."

After Du Kang made a move, he lifted his feet and walked downstairs, the pink lady behind him quickly put on her shoes, and quickly walked a few steps to follow behind him.

The two went downstairs along the stairs, passed through the courtyard where the storyteller was, and walked out of the gate of the teahouse. Outside was the main street with few people in Zhu County.

Behind him, the old but powerful voice of the storyteller continued to be heard.

"Lin Daiyu became very close to the host after she obtained the license from the host to lead the practice. On this day, the host brought her back a water-milled Zen stick weighing more than 800 kilograms. This is so fun..."