What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

Within a few days, the gramophone has already set off an upsurge.

At the beginning, the first thing everyone thought of was to use gramophone notes to copy the rhythm and strings, so as to achieve the enjoyment of listening to music at home.

After that, talents have developed various gameplays one after another.

For example, book people.

The phonograph can record the story told by the storyteller, and then when you are bored, you can listen to the rather interesting story again.

And the group of storytellers in Baihua City also started to use their clever little heads-they started to record the stories independently, and then used the gramophone as a [commodity] to sell at a cheaper price go out.

A story is divided into three episodes, and each gramophone records the content of one episode.

In this way, they can sell three phonograms for a random story, and the price is set so cheap that they don't even need silver, and they can buy a few back with a few copper coins.

But they sell more and sell faster, and they don't have only one story to tell.

Even the children can scrape together some pocket money to buy a few stories they like, and enjoy listening to them together with their friends.

There is a precedent for the storyteller.

The girls in Yalou also began to use their brains.

They also recorded the music independently, and began to record the chords they are best at, and then sold it as a commodity.

Of course, the price will not be set too high, after all, the positioning of these products is "people who don't have time or spare money to come to the elegant building to listen to music in person", and the price is also very close to the people.

Rich old men will naturally choose to listen to it in person, after all, the gap between the live version and the recorded version is still obvious.

What's more, the old men who go to the elegant building are not all there to listen to the music, but they can also see the beautiful and moving women by the way, and they can also satisfy the visual enjoyment.

Therefore, the phonograph is not an economic shock to Yalou, but it allows them to broaden their sources of income.

"The Hundred Flowers City is so lively right now?"

here.

Several old men who deliberately concealed their appearance and even put on masks were walking together.

In fact, if they didn't hide anything, no one would care about the few old men with a slightly creepy temperament walking on the street.

At this moment, the eerie mask was worn on the face, but instead, all the passers-by cast horrified eyes on them.

These old men are naturally those old demons from Wanmo Liyuan.

Commonly known as the tears of the times.

Ever since they found out that Xiao Nianqing had a daughter, they have been thinking about it day and night, thinking about going out of Liyuan every day to visit the Baihua City above.

In the end, no, after several days of "struggle", they could be considered to have obtained the permission of Emperor Zun's military advisor Yu Yanyan.

"You are allowed to go out for a day, but you must not cause trouble."

Yu Yanyan said so.

The old demons scoffed at this.

How old are they all, and time has already engraved countless traces of vicissitudes on their faces and hearts.

Today's old demons have already passed through the world, what big scenes haven't they seen?

The white-bearded Old Demon Zheng patted Yu Yanyan's chest directly, and said proudly: "Don't say what caused the trouble—"

"We just went to see Xiaoruyue's, and we left after we saw it. We won't stop at any other place at all!"

……

……

"Hey, what is this! It looks so fucking interesting!"

Old Mo Zheng leaned over to the elders and aunts in the south of the city, looked at the slightly rough mahjong table in front of him, and gulped.

Several mortal-born uncles and aunts glanced at Zheng Laomo, and immediately showed disgusted expressions.

"What are you doing wearing a mask in broad daylight? You want to scare people to death?"

Old Demon Zheng paused for a moment, and was just about to scold the mortal in front of him for talking to this old demon himself, but in a blink of an eye, Old Demon Qian tugged at his sleeve behind him.

Old Demon Qian came to Old Demon Zheng, and said in an elderly tone: "Old Zheng, let's take off the mask, it's not like people in this city have never seen Demon Cultivator before."

"Magic repair?"

A slightly fat aunt raised her head and glanced at the old demons indifferently: "Are you demon cultivators?"

Zheng Laomo and the others slowly took off their masks, revealing their slightly gloomy eyes.

Several of them are demon cultivators who have been famous for a long time, and their cultivation techniques are also quite strange. The killing intent in their eyes is almost unstoppable.

Coupled with the fact that their hands have been stained with countless blood, that evil intention cannot be erased at all.

Because of this, they don't want others to see their faces.

however.

The expected panic did not occur at all.

The fat aunt rolled her eyes, and then continued to draw cards: "Maximum is so magical, it's so mysterious, and it's wearing a mask, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail."

Old Demon Zheng: "..."

Old Demon Qian: "..."

hundreds of years.

They have never been looked down upon so much.

Several other old devils hurried up to dissuade the white-bearded old devil who seemed about to explode.

"Old Zheng, forget it."

Old Mo Zheng had a violent temper: "It can't be counted! How can this be counted?! What kind of status are we, how can we let these people look down upon us?"

The old man who was drawing cards heard this and smiled lightly: "Hehe."

Old Demon Zheng was in a hurry: "What are you laughing at?"

"fine."

The uncle didn't even look at the tiles, so he stretched out his fingers silently, letting the concave shapes on the mahjong tiles pass between his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, he played the cards casually, but before he played, he had already said: "Ten thousand."

The bright red ten thousand was thrown into the center of the mahjong table.

The expressions of the old demons were slightly startled, and the way they looked at the old man suddenly changed.

He didn't use his true energy, nor did he use his magic energy, and there was no trace of cultivation in his body.

There is only the most common wine gourd hanging around the body, which is obviously not a magic weapon.

However, he can know the words on the mahjong tiles without even looking at them.

Even if Old Demon Zheng didn't understand, he knew that this seemed to be an extremely deep way.

And soon, he discovered that this thing seemed weird and bizarre, but it was extremely regular.

Each of the four people has to draw cards, and they need to piece together a very regular pattern before they can win this small game.

Every time I draw a card, it seems that I am against the sky. Whether my wish comes true or I am resented by the sky, it is all on this card.

wonderful.

It's wonderful.

It looks like a simple plaything, but in fact...

It seems to be a very simple toy.

But I can't stand it, it's fun!

Finally, out of curiosity, Zheng Laomo asked in a deep voice: "This is... what?"

"Mahjong."

The uncle picked up the wine gourd and took two sips.

He gently pushed the cards, and a very beautiful all-colored card suddenly appeared on the table.

Several other people shook their heads and sighed, and started to pay in silence.

The uncle is sitting there like a mountain, his figure is as majestic as a peak.

There was a falcon-like gaze in his eyes from beginning to end.

Looking at him, Zheng Laomo seemed to see the eyes of a saint in the sword who was almost divine in his kendo attainments.

"What, do you want to learn?"

The uncle looked at Old Mo Zheng indifferently.

"I'll teach you."

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……

Time comes to night.

Several old demons learned mahjong for most of the day in the south of the city.

And before leaving, Old Demon Zheng even bowed to this unknown uncle.

"Today's trip has benefited a lot, and I will come back to find the mystery of mahjong in the future."

For some reason, Old Demon Zheng's attitude towards this mortal man changed dramatically.

And the uncle himself just waved his hand, and said calmly: "It doesn't have to be like this, it's just that I played a lot and understood some truths."

Old Demon Zheng thought for a while and asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

"I?"

The uncle thought for a while, smiled, and said as he began to tidy up.

"It's just an ordinary person who defeated the old sword master."

All the old devils looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not speak again.