Fox spirit's self-cultivation

Kong Bai hugged the animal head tightly, and looked at Kong Lingxiao who was groping for the umbrella bone: "Third Brother, Big Brother will be very happy to hear this news, the demon god is the idol of you and Big Brother!"

Kong Lingxiao, who was concentrating on checking the umbrella bone, paused his fingers and said hesitantly: "Well, if the soul of the demon god you find changes drastically, and it's not the one you expected, what are you going to do?"

Kong Qing and Kong Bai said without hesitation: "No matter what the demon god looks like, he is our benefactor. The peacock clan exists because of him, and we will definitely confess him!"

"We will give the demon god whatever he wants. He is a demon god, even if he is reincarnated, he is still a master demon god!"

The two said enthusiastically, and realized something was wrong after a while.

When I was a child, under the influence of my elder brother, I liked to listen to the stories of demon gods the most. I always talked about the legends of demon gods, and I was determined to become the new demon god Kong Lingxiao. Was my reaction too flat?

Shouldn't the most excited person be Ling Xiao?

Kong Lingxiao only focused on the umbrella bone, and had a flat attitude towards the body of the precious demon god of the brothers: "Then I will go to Zheng Xuanli and tell him the news, you go back first."

Kong Bai held his stone head tightly, shook his head and said, "It's Zheng Xuanli again, it seems that falling in love really changes people's temperament."

"Go, find your Zheng Xuanli, we are going to start searching for the whereabouts of the demon god's soul."

Before leaving, Kong Qing couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Xu Xun's luck is absolutely dead. Doesn't he want to be a demon hunter? Come on, let him come, even if we name it, we will fulfill his wish."

Kong Lingxiao smiled: "I will tell Xu Xun and Zheng Xuanli the good news."

He held the handle of the umbrella and walked towards the distant tent holding the dead peach branch.

Before entering the tent, Kong Lingxiao heard a wail: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

"There is no reason, karma is predestined, reach out and bleed, I will give you a good time!"

Zheng Xuanli's voice was emotionless, like a killer without emotion.

"what--"

Then there was a shrill scream, Kong Lingxiao lifted the curtain of the tent, and saw Xu Xun foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground, a small drop of blood oozed out from his fingertips, and fell onto the bed he was holding. On the paper figurine.

The blood seeped in, and the red-eyed paper man stood up tremblingly, touched his body with his short paper-folded arms, and then jumped wildly, dancing with exaggerated movements.

Kong Lingxiao stopped, raised his hand and squeezed the paper figurine that punched and kicked: "This, is Xu Xun?"

Zheng Xuanli sat on a chair, took a sip of hot tea from a teacup: "It's him. He was entangled by the god of poverty and had to pay off his debts. The last debt was to take bad luck, so he took his soul out of his body and placed it in a paper doll." Go up, lest you hurt your soul when you get unlucky."

As he said that, he pointed to the two small men in gray clothes standing by the teacup, who were not much taller than the teapot: "Get to know each other, Poor God A and B."

The two villains stood with their hands behind their backs and looked over with a serious face: "Hello, human demon hunter."

Kong Lingxiao placed the paper figurines that had transferred Xu Xun's spirit beside the little gray man, and the three were about the same height. The two little men in gray clothes moved a little away from Xu Xun, who was dancing and excited, and one of the little men said seriously: " Let’s start drawing bad luck.”

Another villain holding a stone ingot nodded: "The bad luck and poverty accumulated by the poor ghosts of the ten generations, after drawing, we will reward you with a little aura of the poor gods."

Kong Lingxiao sat on the side, and told Zheng Xuanli what he found at night, Zheng Xuanli only smiled and said: "It's just a ghost city, it's not surprising that there are mountain gods, in fact, how many monsters are hidden in human beings, don't demon hunters also know? "

"That's right. It's just the traces of the demon god..." Kong Lingxiao looked at Zheng Xuanli, and said softly, "What do you think?"

Zheng Xuanli looked calm, without the slightest surprise: "Wait, if you have a way to find him, you should be able to see the real body of the so-called demon god soon, it's very interesting, I actually want to see it too This rumored demon god."

Kong Lingxiao looked away and looked at the poor gods.

Although the poor gods have the word god in their name, they are actually a kind of monster that collects special luck to grow.

This kind of monster will possess the body of the person who is about to lose money and absorb the bad luck caused by their poverty. When the person's fortune improves, they will leave to find the next host.

Most human beings always think that it is the poor god who brings bad luck, but it is not the case. The poor god just absorbs the luck gathered from the people who are destined to lose money to practice, and to a certain extent, it will help human beings to transfer their luck, so they are called "gods".

Xu Xun X was poor, and had always been possessed by poor gods, but the poor gods were too small and tainted with the word "God", which was somewhat unusual. As long as they didn't want to, ordinary people wouldn't want to see them.

Now the poor god intends to resell Xu Xun's bad luck, or without informing Xu Xun himself. If the demon hunter hadn't intervened, Xu Xun would have been bought and sold by force, and it was impossible to get a little bit of money. benefit.

The poor gods are so poor that they can rely on the power of poverty to cultivate, and their pickiness is naturally extraordinary.Now that he was able to get benefits for Xu Xun from the gap between Qiongshen's teeth, he didn't know how Zheng Xuanli did it.

The two poor gods flew down from the table, landed in the eyes of the unconscious Xu Xun, and began to draw Xu Xun's bad luck and bad luck.

As an invisible qi was drawn away, the stone ingot in Poor God's hand began to slowly change color, becoming golden little by little.

The paper figurine Xu Xun watched from the edge of the table, jumping excitedly from time to time.

Kong Lingxiao watched Qiongshen move curiously for a while, then looked at Zheng Xuanli: "What's going on, they should have a contract with Xu Xun, but why didn't Xu Xun himself know?"

"It was agreed a long time ago. In one life, Xu Xun promised to provide Qiongshen with luck for their cultivation, and Qiongshen has always followed Xu Xun's side. This is the last life. I used a spell to dissolve a part of Xu Xun. Bad luck, Xu Xun began to change his luck, and the agreement with the poor god has also come to an end, the poor god intends to harvest Xu Xun's bad luck at once, and if they can't use it, they simply sell it to other poor gods in the market."

The poor gods are too old, they remember the agreement with Xu Xun, Xu Xun is reincarnated, of course they don’t remember, because the effect of the contract reached with the poor god does not know when and when, suddenly saw the ghost market, it was frightened broken.

Xu Xun watched helplessly as the poor gods trampled on his face unceremoniously, and waved his arms to try to make the two poor gods gentler.

"We are already very gentle." The poor god who was holding the ingot glanced at Xu Xun, with some kindness in his disgust.

The other poor god also took a look at Xu Xun - after dealing with him for so many years, Xu Xun has always looked like this, his appearance has not changed, but he is getting more and more downcast and stupid.

Xu Xun didn't move, lying on the edge of the table with a lonely expression on his face.

The stone ingots in the arms of the poor gods gradually turned into a golden color, and the two poor gods flew up, holding the heavy ingots, like old farmers with a bumper harvest: "The breath of so much poverty is enough for many poor gods to eat!"

"Without Xu Xun, the big fat sheep, we have to find a new fat sheep. We might as well take a good look at the ghost market while it's open and find a new substitute."

The two poor gods began to look at Zheng Xuanli and Kong Lingxiao.

"Look at them."

"One is shining golden, and the other is slowly starting to shine golden. Neither of them is a good client. Damn it, give Xu Xun a little compensation and leave!"

"let's go!"

"I have to find other human beings who can be poor for several lifetimes. Tsk tsk, this kind of soul is not easy to find, and only one out of billions."

"Rare, rare!"

Zheng Xuanli, who was drinking tea, paused.

He never counted his blessings and misfortunes, so he didn't know how much the curse was lifted after he cast the spell, but the spell industry has a specialization, and the poor gods see that people's wealth luck is unique, and the golden light in their mouths is wealth luck.

It seems that with the intervention of the poor god, my fortune has returned!

Zheng Xuanli rubbed his hands excitedly: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and pay Xu Xun, it's nothing insignificant, I have followed this person for ten lives, and I have gained so many benefits, and this person has protected you several times, so I have to pay more!"

"Alright alright."

"Anyway, what we produce from our cultivation is useless, so give him more."

Hearing this, the poor god looked at Xu Xun, the bouncing paper figurine, and began to smash Xu Xun's head with a golden ingot.

"Hey, hey!"

"Hey, hey!"

Zheng Xuanli knocked on the table: "No matter how important your strength is, it's not enough!"

"Hey!"

"Smash it hard, hit it hard!"

"Strength!"

"Smash him to death!"

The two poor gods were sweating profusely, and Xu Xun's head was full of gold stars—they were really shining golden spots floating on Xu Xun's head, and they fell into Xu Xun's eyes one after another.

Xu Xun jumped there again, but Kong Lingxiao held his finger down: "This is a good thing, bear with it, it won't kill you."

After hitting Xu Xun's forehead until it shone brightly, the two poor gods let go, wiped off their sweat, raised their middle fingers to Zheng Xuanli, and flew away holding Yuanbao.

The two poor gods who were forced to work talked unhappily.

"Never do business with them again."

"Plucking geese!"

"We will let all poor gods hide from you in the future!"

"Squeeze us!"

"Hateful capitalist!"

"Stingy!"

When Xu Xun heard bang bang bang's knocking sound, he was in a hurry. He wanted to see if he had been smashed and disfigured after the poor god left. He wanted to jump into the teacup at this time.

Zheng Xuanli pinched him and slapped him into the body: "It's a good omen for poor gods to hit people with ingots. From now on, you will be lucky. The harder you smash, the better you will be. Those poor gods are so good at smashing you. Next, it’s better to see that you have been poor for ten lifetimes, and you will never meet again, so cherish it.”

Xu Xun, who had a paper figurine on his face, got up dizzy, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh when he heard the words: "Master, I thought you were joking when you said that I was possessed by a poor ghost, but I didn't expect it to be true. Master , I was wrong, I want to know now, what have I done in my ten lives, how can I be poor for ten lives?"

He has been so poor in this peaceful and prosperous life all his life, if there are any previous lives...

He is most likely dead of poverty.

Zheng Xuanli patted Xu Xun on the head: "Spent money that didn't belong to you, and defeated a country. Being poor for ten generations is just a light punishment—because you have saved a lot of people with your scattered money, so it can be regarded as accumulating a lot." Merit, poor people in ten lives, riches and honors are like quicksand, but fortunately you have no merits and faults in ten lives, not bad. Some people get so much money, but later they all invest in the way of animals."

Xu Xun: "...Thank you, I seem to be a little comforted."

Although he himself has no memory of the previous ten lives, but now that the poor god is gone, his bad luck has come to an end, and he has been beaten so many times by the poor god, he should live well in the future, right?

Xu Xun sent the poor god away, and his mind became warm again, thinking about finding some good things in the ghost market.

He thought seriously: "What should I sell? Love and marriage are too tortured, so just sell it! Let me think about it, what else can I sell?"

Zheng Xuanli couldn't help but hit him: "Tsk, you can't sell anything. You don't have anything to look forward to, and you are worthless in the eyes of the ghosts in the ghost market. Want to sell love? Do you have love?"

Xu Xun sighed and said, "Didn't I just think about it? I've seen TV dramas where pawnshops can sell everything to the devil. When I was young, I seriously thought about what to sell. Now I'm only one step away from realizing my dream. Can't I think about it?"

"Okay, think about it. Ling Xiao, you should also think about what to buy. Let's take a good look at this rare ghost market."

"Ah."

Kong Lingxiao nodded.

Zheng Xuanli deliberately pulled out Xu Xun's soul, and bargained to get the poor god to beat Xu Xun hard, not to let him sell things in the ghost market.

He brought Xu Xun to the ghost market, pointed to the dazzling array of stalls, and reminded Xu Xun bluntly: "It's your job now, don't think about selling and selling, you should think about buying, buying, and buying. You are a poor god." Those who have smashed it, keep your eyes wide open, take a good look at the things on these stalls, and if you see something pleasing to your eye, hurry up and buy them all."

The ingot of the poor god is a first-class treasure appraiser. Xu Xun's eyes have been in close contact with the ingot, and he has the ability to appraise the treasure. Although the time is very short, use it if you can, and you must not waste it.

Only then did Xu Xun know what Zheng Xuanli was up to. He looked at Zheng Xuanli with a look of admiration on his face, "No wonder the god of poverty said that you are also shining with gold. I was thinking just now, Master, you are so poor that you only have ten dollars. How can you be golden?" Winky, I understand now."

This act of plucking the feathers of a goose, and wanting to grab the benefits of the poor god, is just like the ugly face of a senior capitalist. It is unreasonable for this kind of person not to shine!

"It's good to know that you are still a laborer, just work." Zheng Xuanli said softly and lovingly, "Don't waste time, the treatment of poor gods smashing ingots is something I bargained for, work!"

"Ok."

Xu Xun succumbed when he heard the words, and looked around with wide eyes.

It seems that he didn't see anything famous, and the ability of the poor god Yuanbao mentioned by Zheng Xuanli didn't show at all. Under Zheng Xuanli's gaze, he wiped off a cold sweat, wanting to cry without tears: "Brother , Master, Master Zheng! You are still poor, approachable and humane, but now you smell too much of a capitalist, which makes me so scared."

Zheng Xuanli didn't feel sorry for him at all: "Keep watching."