Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

"Guest officer, you must have heard that you can buy magic spells in Xiaofeng Martial Arts Hall." The waiter smiled and refilled Du Kang's cup of tea.

"The spells in the Xiaofeng Martial Arts Hall are not something ordinary people can learn. The dozens of spells sold by the outer sect alone range from six to seven hundred taels to more than one thousand taels. It’s too expensive to buy the entry-level part.”

Xiaoer said, he took a plate of cold cucumbers from another guy and put them on Du Kang's table. He was full of emotion when he mentioned one thousand taels of silver.

"It's not good to do something with that money. A thousand taels or more can sell this shop. It's a gimmick that Xiaofeng Martial Arts said that if you have money, you can buy spells. It made a lot of money for them back then. What about the name?"

"Back then? Isn't it sold now?" Du Kang noticed the key point in Xiaoer's words.

"It's also sold now. If you say it, you can't smash your own signboard. But in the past, six out of ten people who bought spells practiced themselves, and they were caught by the Xiaofeng Martial Art Museum. .”

"Wealthy people also cherish their lives. Spending so much money to buy a 40% chance of success, few people dare to bet, and naturally fewer people will buy it."

"Now only some people who are cornered will try this road. If you want me to say, people who still have a thousand taels of silver are worthy of being cornered? There are..."

What Xiaoer said after that was far away, and Du Kang didn't listen carefully any more. He put ten copper plates on the table, opened the window beside him, and let the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blow on him.

Just sitting there for a while, it was snowing outside.

Xiao Er is a discerning person, and wanted to remind him that this would let the heat out of the building, but after looking at the copper plate on the table, he finally put the copper plate in his hand, silently stepped back and went to work.

The difficulty of spell training is not a problem for me, but the fees of Xiaofeng Martial Arts are a bit too expensive, and Du Kang's current small wallet can't support such a high consumption.

He still needs to build an extraordinary metal skeleton for himself, and the five-element demon boy still needs to grow up. There are a lot of places to spend money, and he needs to plan carefully to barely make ends meet in the diary.

Tomorrow, I will go and see how the dozen or so spells they sell are good, and see if there are any suitable for me to learn. If the price is not expensive, I will buy it directly. If it is too expensive, I can only think of a way.

If it doesn't work, we have to try to see if we can get in with them.

The internal price of a faction is always cheaper, such as the Blood Clothes Society. Although their spells are exchanged for meritorious deeds, they are far cheaper than outside when converted into money.

Moreover, martial arts is a master-student relationship, which is different from the power structure of gangs. Masters should or may not charge money for teaching spells to students, right?

I have a lot of thoughts by the window, and the crispy roast duck is directly on the table.

The duck is freshly roasted, the duck skin is crispy, and the duck oil is mellow. Du Kang took a bite of duck meat and a bite of cucumber, and within a short while, a roast duck was eaten.

At this time, the sound of the pipa on the first floor had stopped, and a storyteller was replaced on the high platform, who was telling the story of the Feng family killing a centipede monster. After listening for a while, Du Kang knew that the story was made up by mortals. Full of cranky thoughts about spells.

Storytellers know shitty spells.

He got up and was about to leave, but saw the girl playing the pipa walk out of the restaurant from the window.

At this time, she had changed into a thick cotton coat, wrapped the pipa in a cloth bag and held it in her arms, opened a bamboo umbrella and walked into the distance.

In Du Kang's eyes, the bamboo umbrella exuded a faint blue light.

"It's really good luck."

...

Tan Hua was walking in the narrow alley, holding the pipa tightly in his arms, and raised his feet to avoid the pool of blood from the melted snow.

The umbrella on the top of the head firmly protects the pipa, fearing that it will be stained with a trace of snowflakes, but completely ignores the half of the shoulder exposed by the umbrella that has already accumulated a shallow layer of snow.

The door of the house is close in front of her eyes, thinking of her mother at home, a smile appeared on her face.

"Master Wang in the back kitchen is a good man. He said that there was an extra chicken leg in the stir-fry and asked me to take it back to eat. My mother hasn't eaten a chicken leg for a long time, so I'd better bring it to my mother."

Although Master Wang said it was leftover from cooking, her heart was pounding when she brought out the chicken legs, for fear of being discovered and causing Master Wang trouble.

The chicken legs hidden in the sleeves had been cold for a long time, but my mother was always dexterous. The chicken legs were torn into shreds, enough to make a dish with sauerkraut.

She has a lot of things she wants to tell her mother, a young man came to the restaurant for dinner today, he looks really good-looking, if only she could marry such a man in the future.

Also, the owner of the restaurant said that she played well and sang well, and wanted to give her a wage increase. When the debts owed to others were almost paid off, she wanted to save a dowry for herself and marry such a good-looking person.

With such careful thoughts, he finally walked to the door of his own house, only to find that the door was ajar.

A bad premonition arose in my heart, and I pushed the door open. A familiar figure was dangling from the beam of the house by a hemp rope. My mother's sad face was bruised and purple by the hemp rope. Her tongue made her face full of frozen pain.

Tan Hua felt her arms loosen, and the pipa she hugged tightly fell to the ground. She ran forward in a hurry, but she didn't know where the strength came from, and supported her mother's legs with all her strength, trying to save her.

"It's useless. I've hung it up for an hour, and it's completely cold."

It was only then that Tan Hua realized that there was someone beside him, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion was sitting on his bed, smoking a pipe, and hurriedly asked for help.

"Guard Wu, come and help me, my mother can still be saved, you help save her, the money my family owes you will be paid off soon, and I will definitely not default on it."

"How do you pay it back? Your dead ghost father owed one hundred and eighty taels of silver in our gambling house. It would be easy for him to drown himself in the river, but just rely on the copper coins you earned by singing in the restaurant , I will not be clear in this life."

The man knocked the finished pot of dry tobacco on the edge of the bed, poured out the ash, walked to Tan Hua, and raised her chin with the hot pot. This pretty face with pear blossoms and rain is really attractive heartbeat.

"However, you look good. If you go to sing in the brothel, you may be able to pay off quickly."

Seeing Tan Hua, whose face was full of tears, put the pipe aside, Manager Wu was not annoyed, and continued talking.

"I had a good talk with your old lady just now, but she couldn't think about hanging herself for a moment. You said this was a trouble. It was a good thing to have the best of both worlds. I can recover the debts owed by the gambling house, and your life will be easier. This Let her make trouble, I become a bad person."

Tan Hua felt the already cold corpse in his arms, gradually despaired in his heart, let go of his mother's hand and said.

"My mother told me this morning that she wanted me to come back for dinner earlier, but she hanged herself after you said a few words?"

On the stove, the meal was only half cooked, Tan Hua didn't believe that her mother would commit suicide, it must be the person in front of her who killed her mother, and now he even wants to sell her to a brothel.

She knew that she had to be patient, and resisting was nothing but being forcibly sold into a brothel, but the anger in her heart made her unable to reason, and the hairpin in her hand was about to stab forward.

At this moment, a gentle voice rang in his ears.

"Do you want revenge? Make a deal with me, and I can help you."

－－－－－Off Topic－－－－－

Thanks to Shuhai Dujie, AXWW, and Qinghe Cangwu for their monthly tickets.

Thanks to xu3911, the gorgeous dividing line, I am the only one in the sky and the earth, dark and hazy, the fish is not like the fish, self-absorbed, after the prosperity is gone 1, Li Lianer, looking at the stars in the sky, coming for the book 1/4, the world of books is not It takes time, Erlingzi, Abandoned Swordsman, King of Nightmare V, Bookworm in 2008, What to ask, Daiyu warm wine and cut Lu Bu, Mr. Xianyu, Yan Lingfeng last time, the past has not changed, not very talkative Recommended votes for people, King Jing of Happiness, Flying Knife in the Wind, Qinghe Cangwu, 2019012084159592, 20181026165304762, Wei Wangcao, 20190129084259592, 20210331220159180.