I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

People's luck is not necessarily difficult, and they will prosper with hard work.

When Zhou Yi first met Li Xun, his luck was mediocre and he had no cultivation skills, so he could hardly accomplish anything.

Nowadays, the Qi is golden and purple, indicating smooth career path and prominent status, and it is difficult to judge future achievements.

There may be help from Zhou Yi or Zhang Cheng, but most of it is due to one's own efforts. Whether it is Bodhi County or the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, even if it is a smooth battle, after going deep into the battlefield, life and death are unpredictable.

"That day, the Immortal Bureau surrounded and killed the great wizard and Demon Lord Yaksha. They were so far away from me, and I felt like I was going to die..."

Li Xun pointed at the oiran on the stage: "Fortunately, I rolled like a lazy ass and did a few backflips to avoid the fatal blow!"

Zhou Yi listened to Li Xun bragging, quite like Lao Zhang. In a first-level battle, not to mention the distance of a few feet, even a few hundred feet would have a narrow escape.

The previous chat with Sanwu already knew the course of the battle. After Gongsun Qi surrounded the three rebel forces of Beirong, Bailian and Yaksha, he surrounded them without attacking and used himself as bait.

The great wizard of Beirong, the Holy Envoy of White Lotus, and the Demon Lord Yaksha had to take the bait in order to reverse the situation of the battle.

In the end, Holy Envoy White Lotus ran the fastest. After Demon Lord Yasha betrayed the great wizard, he relied on his zombie body to carry serious injuries and escaped.

The great wizard was attacked by Demon Lord Yaksha and could not escape quickly, so he had to stay and fight to the death with Sanwu, otherwise he would not fall easily as a first-class man.

This battle once again established the reputation of Gongsun Qi and Xianfengsi.

It's approaching midnight.

Zhou Yi and Bai Yutang each returned to their respective homes, and Li Xun returned to the military camp. Only Zhang Cheng and Chen Ying stayed overnight.

Li Xun's tent was hung up today, and he called ten more without any courtesy.

The two of them are not without money. Their apparent wealth is many times that of Li Xun. However, they adhere to the guiding ideology that if you don't take advantage of an advantage, you will lose.

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Zhou Yi rode the clouds home.

I haven't returned home yet, looking down from the clouds.

In addition to Luo Li and Mao Jiu, there is also an old man with a white beard in the yard. The two of them and the cat are playing chess.

Black and white, if five of them form a line, you win.

Zhou Yi had nothing to do before, but after he taught it to Luo Li, it immediately became a daily game for one person and one cat.

"Hahaha, you lost again, give me the money quickly!"

Sanwu laughed loudly and looked proud. He hadn't won so happily in many years.

When the old friends heard that Sanwu wanted to make a bet, they immediately ran away, preferring to suffer some losses rather than fall into the trap.

In the eyes of the god-refining monks, backgammon is full of flaws. Regardless of whether it is distracted or forgotten, one can instantly become a top player.

Zhou Yi caught a glimpse of Sanwu playing chess with his right hand, while his left hand was constantly calculating, deducing Luo Li's next move and laying a trap in advance.

Luo Li and Mao Jiu, the two cobblers, were dejected.

After the old man came, he saw the two of them playing chess and took the initiative to bet a tael of silver with the secret book of swordsmanship.

How can we not wish for such a good thing, but now there is not even a penny left of the lost pocket money!

Zhou Yi lowered his head and asked with a smile: "Is Sanwu Taoist friend's retreat over?"

"The technique practiced by that guy Iwakaku, the concept is not in line with the Taoism, and it has ended long ago."

Sanwu waved his hand to set up a soundproof formation, and his face gradually became gloomy: "After the retreat, I went to visit a friend, but I almost made the old man angry to death. I couldn't understand my thoughts, so I asked you to drink to drown my sorrows."

As he spoke, he took out a jade wine flask from the storage artifact.

The wine jug was only the size of two palms, and after pouring two large bowls of wine, there was no shortage at all.

The wine is emerald green and fragrant.

Zhou Yi drank it all in one gulp, and the rich spiritual energy exploded in his internal organs, and he felt a little dazed.

“Good wine!”

Since I have succeeded in refining my soul, my consciousness has become firm and clear. I can only savor the taste of more alcohol, and it is difficult to feel tipsy anymore.

If the wine is not intoxicating, most of the fun will be lost.

"This is monkey wine made from more than a hundred kinds of spiritual flowers and spiritual fruits using the secret techniques of the monkey clan!"

Sanwu snorted coldly and said: "That old guy is a white ape of a different species, the best at making wine. I am so angry that I stole all the monkey wine he stored!"

As he said this, he drank two more large bowls, then felt unhappy and took out two wine jars.

The jade wine flask is a specially refined wine storage vessel that can hold thousands of kilograms of wine. It not only ensures that the odor of the wine does not dissipate, but also improves the quality over time.

Gudongdong...

Good wine must be drunk from an altar.

Zhou Yi felt relaxed all over his body, his soul was in a state of ecstasy, and his eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

"Fellow Taoist is depressed, but what happened?"

"...The old monkey told me that the general is in trouble. If I am unlucky in the future, I will go hide with him to save my life..."

Sanwu was drunk and told intermittently.

The white ape who brews monkey wine lives in seclusion in the mountains at the junction of Yunji and Jizhou. He does not call himself a demon king, does not gather power, and refuses many invitations from demon countries. He is a hermit among the demon clan.

After Sanwu's retreat, he became greedy for the White Ape's monkey wine, so he begged for a drink in the name of visiting friends.

Sanwu and Bai Yuan talked too much when they drank too much. They had a quarrel and took advantage of Bai Yuan's drunkenness to steal all of Hou'er's wine.

Zhou Yi didn't know the depth of the friendship between San Wu and Bai Yuan, so he refused to comment on the stolen wine, and secretly sent word that Shenniu was taking good care of the house.

Then he asked: "Did White Ape tell you where the disaster came from?"

There have been a lot of natural disasters in Daqian in recent years, and Zhou Yi only experienced eleven of them. However, to infer that Daqian is in trouble would be to underestimate the power of the Martial Saint.

Sanwu pointed to the east of the capital and said: "White Ape got the news that the Dragon Lord of Luoshui is going to be changed. The old dragon voluntarily abdicated and one of his sons will inherit the position of Lord Dragon!"

"What does this have to do with Da Gan?"

Zhou Yi has long known that there are real dragons in Daqian. It is said that when Taizu founded the country, the real dragons exerted a lot of strength.

The demon clan has a long lifespan, and the dragon clan is the best among them. Twenty-five hundred years have passed, and countless geniuses have risen and fallen, but Luoshui Longjun is still alive and nourishing.

"What you don't know is that the real dragon once knelt down in front of Taizu and swore a blood oath in order to survive. As long as it becomes the Dragon Lord for one day, it will restrain the Yunzhou Monster Clan, accept the canonization of the Mountain God and Water God, and will never fight with Da Become an enemy, or you will suffer the consequences!"

Sanwu snorted coldly: "Now that the new Dragon Lord is in power, this blood oath of ten will be difficult to fulfill."

"It's been too long. Even if the blood oath cannot be broken, it still has some power left."

Zhou Yi wondered: "When Taizu captured Lord Long, why did he let him go again?"

"That old dragon has lived a long time, and the Yunzhou demon clan obeys his orders, and has close relations with the demon countries outside the territory. When Taizu first settled on Yunzhou, the people's livelihood was in decline, humanity was weak, and it can no longer withstand the torment!"

Sanwu drank heavily and began to recall the power of Taizu in those days, suppressing the Eight Desolations and being able to capture even the real dragon alive.

Then he looked up to the sky and lamented that he was unworthy of his descendants and had lost the face of his ancestors.

Zhou Yi had long read the history books of Daqian and had great respect for the Taizu of Daqian who ended the troubled times in Yunzhou and established the humanistic divine dynasty.

Daqian may have some disadvantages, such as famines and refugees, corrupt officials, bandits and rebels, but at least the human race is prosperous and the evil spirits are weak.

The dream-eating tapir that was killed a few days ago came from the Tangzhou Demon Kingdom, and its leader was from the Golden Crow clan of mythical beasts.

In Fuso Demon Kingdom, ordinary people are just appendages of demons, such as cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs.

The Dream-Eating Tapir once ranked among the princes of the Fuso Demon Kingdom. It kept millions of humans in captivity in its fiefdom, and hundreds of thousands of them died in their dreams. Moreover, it was also a Qingling cultivator in the Demon Kingdom.

It is just a common thing for some wild cultivators to devour a large number of human beings to improve their cultivation.

The experience in the Demon Slayer Division made Zhou Yi indifferent to the demon clan, and the memory of the Dream-eating Tapir's demon kingdom made him feel indignant.

Zhou Yi listened to Sanwu muttering, cursing Luoshui Longjun for a while, taking a long breath to cover his tears, and shed tears like an old child.

At this time, the smell of alcohol was coming up, my eyes were dizzy and my ears were hot, and my mind could not help but become more and more irritable. I pointed at the bright moon in the sky and shouted.

"I, the monks, can go up to the nine heavens to embrace the moon, or go down to Luoshui to slay the dragon!"