As early as when Li Shan found the 'Three-Year Fish', he informed the Heavenly Demon Sect about the meteor catastrophe. The Demon Lord did not hide anything from his fellow disciples and passed the news on. However, in the following three years, he did not make the slightest move. What happened to the disciples who had been informed of it before?
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The Demon Lord is not in seclusion, but he no longer interferes too much with the affairs of the sect. The sound of tinkling music is often heard from his residence...
Until just now, when Li Shan started the fortune formation, the Demon Lord summoned all the disciples in the sect to gather in the Heavenly Demon Palace.
Chi Xiu also came to the palace, feeling quite excited, thinking that the master must have secretly prepared some formation to launch at this moment to bombard the stars. Unexpectedly, the demon king actually wanted to preach.
"In ancient times, there was a gambler named Xuanyuan Dingdang. The great fortune left by his ancestors was lost in the dominoes of dice. Xuanyuan Dingdang became a beggar, begging for a penny or two, then turned around and entered the gambling house...and so on.
Over time, people gave him alms again. One winter, the snow fell early, and Xuanyuan Dingdang collapsed in the long street and was dying. Suddenly someone came and covered him with a quilt, and also gave him two meat buns and ten
Copper plate.”
Xuanyuan Dingdang looked up and saw that he was an old acquaintance. He was the eldest son of Qin from one of the richest people in the town. This man was old-fashioned and warm-hearted, and he often helped fellow villagers in need. Because Xuanyuan's family was quite well off when he was a child, the two had some friendship when they were children.
When Xuanyuan had just lost his family business and became a beggar, he once begged the Qin family. Master Qin directly gave him a hundred taels of silver to persuade him not to gamble anymore. The money was enough to start a business with a small entrance hall. Xuanyuan
He promised with all his heart, but lost all his money in three days.
Soon after, Xuanyuan came to visit again. Mr. Qin no longer went out, and the other Qin family members ignored him.
Three months later, Master Qin returned from an outing. Hearing that Xuanyuan came to visit him again, he made a special trip to the ruined temple where Xuanyuan lived to find him. This time he gave Xuanyuan ten taels of silver. There was no thought of establishing a portal, but the payment was larger.
There was no problem with the stall. Xuanyuan frowned at that time: "Last time it was a hundred taels. It's not me looking for you this time. You took the initiative to come to the door, but you only got ten taels?"
"You are not worth a hundred taels, only ten taels. Don't gamble anymore. You can't live and work in peace." After saying that the eldest son of Qin left, Xuanyuan ignored him and took ten taels of silver before going to the gambling shop. He went there at noon.
Wait until dark and lose everything again.
For the third time, Master Qin met Xuanyuan Street by chance. This time Master Qin only gave him one tael of silver. In his eyes, Xuanyuan Dingdang was only worth one tael of silver.
With one tael of silver, Xuanyuan Dingdang recovered his money. In the next half month, he won many battles and won three to four hundred taels of silver. However, after three days, he lost everything again. After that, he approached Mr. Qin.
, the latter avoided him, and Mr. Qin did not want to associate with anyone who was not worth a tael of silver.
Unexpectedly, he thought that on that snowy night, Mr. Qin brought him meat buns and ten cents of money. Xuanyuan Dingdang wondered: "Didn't you stop paying attention to me a long time ago? Are you feeling kind-hearted tonight?"
"We can't watch you freeze to death or starve to death. Also, don't gamble anymore." After saying that, Mr. Qin paused for a moment and sighed: "Ten coins, no more."
My childhood friend is now worth ten cents? It can't be any less? It's just different from usual. Mr. Qin's eyes are full of sorrow.
Xuanyuan Dingdang didn't care about his nagging. The gambling house opened at noon the next day. He put the quilt under his arm and held ten cents in his hand before entering again. If he lost all his money, the quilt could still be used as one or two cents, and the size could be counted.
capital. But before he started betting, he heard that something happened to the Qin family. There was a mistake in a business deal with the official family. He lost his entire family and was sued. Early in the morning, tigers and wolves sealed the door and ransacked the house. All the family members were taken away.
Went to court.
Xuanyuan Dingdang was stunned when he heard the news. He was very upset at that time. The jingling of dice and the clattering of dominoes used to be like the sounds of nature to his ears. Now they sounded indescribably disgusting. He put the ten cents back into his pocket and turned around.
He left, left his hometown and went somewhere far away, never to be seen again.
Fifteen years later, when Xuanyuan Dingdang returned to his hometown, he was rich again! When he left his hometown, he started as a coolie and worked step by step. He was born in a family and had a flexible mind since he was a child. In addition, he lost money in gambling.
It turned out that all my luck was accumulated in my business. From a young age, I made it big, and after meeting opportunities and noble people, I actually made a lot of money.
When Xuanyuan returned home, Master Qin had been released from prison for more than a year. He had been injured in prison, his strength had declined, he could not lift his hands and shoulders, and he became a beggar.
Xuanyuan Dingdang went to see Mr. Qin, who smiled sadly: "How much money do you think I am worth now?"
Mr. Xuanyuan shrugged his shoulders, and the healthy slaves around him rushed forward, rushing to help Mr. Qin board the luxurious chariot, and waited carefully all the way to the Qin family's old house.
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When they arrived at the Qin family's old house, the servants of the Xuanyuan clan came forward with a bunch of boxes and said to Mr. Qin, "Master, please take a look." The boxes were opened... The gold and silver were soft, and the land deeds for the houses were all different. Xuanyuan jingled ten times.
After five years of business, he had thousands of acres of land and dozens of properties, and even the money bag he carried with him, he gave everything he had to Mr. Qin.
Mr. Qin was completely confused. I helped him when he was down. Now that I am in dire straits, it is normal for him to help me, but why should I move out all my belongings? Xuanyuan is like this. Isn’t he crazy? Mr. Qin muttered, and it took him a long time to finally ask.
Say: "You...what are you doing?"
Xuanyuan Dingdang responded: "I'm happy." After saying that, he turned around and walked away... He couldn't walk more than three steps before turning back. He fished out ten copper coins from a large box, weighed them in his hands and walked around.
Dadi went to the gambling house again.
When he arrived at the gambling house, Xuanyuan Dingdang looked at the banker and the player. He was calm and relaxed at first, but soon he returned to the gambler he was before. He stared at Minglu for a long time with gritted teeth, and finally caught up with Minglu. In the end, he had ten possessions.
Throw in a handful of copper coins.
"***, lose! I'm only worth ten cents!" After a moment, Xuanyuan Dingdang cursed angrily, stretched out his big hand, and scratched his scalp until it made a crackling sound. Just as he was scratching vigorously, Xuanyuan Dingdang suddenly
He was filled with joy, laughed loudly, laughed seven times, fell straight to the ground, and died! And when he died, thousands of miles of dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thousands of thunders followed one after another...
"Once he had an epiphany, Xuanyuan Dingdang died in the world and became a deified demon... Among the nine hundred and eleven demons, Xuanyuan Zun has three demon names: he is worthy of ten articles, so he calls himself the 'Shiwen Demon'
He insisted on repaying his kindness, and the other demons respected him and called him the "Demon of Gratitude"; he gave away all his wealth to others, worked hard for fifteen years all for his benefactor, and made wedding clothes with others, and my senior of the Heavenly Demon Sect called him to do it.
The Marrying Clothes Demon'." After the story was told, the Demon Lord sat quietly in the main hall. At this moment, the world outside was thundering and lightning, and the six heavenly sects and Tianhui Dixielou were already making full efforts to resist the natural disaster.
The Demon Lord did not look outside, but turned to look at his beloved disciple Chi Xiu: "How?"
In front of the Master, Chi Xiu was filled with pride and respectfully replied: "Please teach me, Master."
The Demon Lord suddenly laughed loudly: "I have taught you this thousands of times, but today it is the same old tune. A million wealth is still more important than ten cents? I am more important, or is grudge and hatred more important? Heaven and earth are more important, or practice is more important? Which one do I like, which one?
Just heavy."
"If you are not crazy or crazy, how can you become a demon? If you are not crazy enough and crazy, how can you become a demon?"
"Ask for what I ask, even if it turns the world upside down; ask for what I ask, even if it turns the world upside down!"
"I just want you to find out where my madness lies, where my paranoia lies... Where is my ten cents?"
"Originally I didn't know that even after six hundred years of practice, I had made even more progress. Three years later, the news came that the world would be destroyed and the world was about to be destroyed. However, I was overjoyed and my cultivation was advancing rapidly... My ten cents are the top of the sky.
This star!”
"I already want something, even if it is to make wedding clothes for others!"
In the midst of laughter, the Demon Lord waved his hand and placed a Guqin in front of him. His fingers were like wheels, and he moved the strings rapidly.
Increase power...
The Tianmo Sect has a very high self-esteem. Even if their Taoist practices are no better than those of the Tian Sect, none of the disciples of the Demon Sect can clearly see the cultivation of the Tian Sect. The fact that Chi Xiu challenged Li Shan shows their arrogance and desire to steal the limelight in everything they do.
When the Sky Fire Meteor comes, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect will not sit back and wait for death. However, based on their behavior, they will try their best to prepare a formation, not only to resist the catastrophe, but also to excel in formations to defeat other sects' spells. But Demon Lord
Changing from his usual behavior, he was actually willing to assist those Xiujia who he looked down upon.
It was definitely not an act of desperation, just because he found his own "ten cents". For that ten cents, fighting for victory in front of others is pride, and being humiliated on the crotch is not pride. No matter what others think or think, I value myself.
of: ten cents.
As soon as the harp moved, the demon king sprayed blood on the strings. There is no doubt about his ability, but he needs the help of the ancient drum and harp... Tianzong gathered fellow cultivators, and the great power that had been gathering momentum for a long time...
Formation, how powerful it is. Leaving the mountain to bombard the stars is like a mantis trying to block the car, so what the devil is doing at this moment is not the same? How can he forcefully use his magic power to do something that is beyond his limit and that he will never be able to do?
Not subject to setbacks or backlash.
But the demon king is still in high spirits. Chi Xiu has been practicing for hundreds of years and has never seen his master alive now! The magic sound of the magic piano is resounding under his fingers!
The Demon Family's Secret School Committee is really extraordinary. With the help of Demonic Sound, the seven sect formations gather power and envelop the divine energy, each of which has increased in power. Although it is still far from being able to fight against the stars, the power of each family's formations has indeed become more stable.
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The qin played seven times, and the demon king poured blood on the long qin from the front and back. Suddenly, the demon king from the north under the command of the demon lord snorted coldly. He raised his right hand, and the nails on his ten fingers grew wildly, like a long and narrow sharp blade, piercing the demon king's shoulder. The next moment,
The North Road Demon also spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The sect master makes wedding clothes for those righteous cultivators who are hypocritical in their benevolence and righteousness?
Then it doesn't matter if I make the wedding dress for the sect leader.
The Demon King of the North Road transmitted his power and injured the Demon Lord. Following the nails of the North Demon King, the Demon King of the West Road swung out his big braid and tied it under the Demon Lord's ribs. The King of the South Road connected a long shuttle with sharp ends.
Between the eyebrows of myself and the Demon Lord...in the Heavenly Demon Palace, everyone is moving, their bodies are connected, their cultivation levels are connected, and their lives are connected!
The magic harp moves the sky, the wedding clothes come to the east and the north comes to the mountains, the demon sect is the eighth mantis.
The demon king was not happy and became angry, scolding angrily: "My ten cents have nothing to do with you, get out of here with me..." But before he could finish his words, there was another earth-shattering sound in the distance.
Frogs croaked, and at the junction of the Eastern Han Territory and the Southern Wasteland Demon Territory, a cloud of dark red sand spurted up, facing the second scorching sun in the sky.
The demon king's scolding turned into a hoarse and weird laugh: "There is still a deal, take it all!" After saying this, he played the piano urgently, and spelled out a magic rhyme to support the sky-high sand. To be continued.)