Chapter 119: The Monkey Is Drunk

A person's luck is not necessarily difficult, it will flourish with hard work.

When Zhou Yi first met Li Xun, his luck was mediocre, and he had no cultivation to rely on, so he basically would not achieve anything.

Now his luck is golden and purple, indicating a smooth career and prominent status, and it is difficult to judge his future achievements.

This may be due to the help of Zhou Yi or Zhang Cheng, but more of it is due to his own efforts. Whether it is Bodhi County or the Northern Frontier battlefield, even if it is a favorable battle, it is difficult to predict life and death after going deep into the battlefield.

"That day, the Immortal Salary Department surrounded and killed the Great Wizard and the Yaksha Demon Lord. They were so far away from me that I felt like I was going to die..."

Li Xun pointed at the courtesan on the stage: "Fortunately, I rolled over with a lazy donkey, plus a few backflips, and avoided the fatal blow!"

Zhou Yi listened to Li Xun's bragging, quite like Lao Zhang, not to mention a few feet away in a first-class battle, even hundreds of feet away would be a life-or-death situation.

I had already known the course of the battle when chatting with Sanwu before. After Gongsun Qi surrounded the three rebel forces of Beirong, Bailian and Yaksha, he surrounded them but did not attack them, using himself as bait.

The Great Wizard of Beirong, the Holy Envoy of Bailian and the Demon Lord of Yaksha had to take the bait to reverse the situation.

In the end, the Holy Envoy of Bailian ran the fastest. After the Demon Lord of Yaksha sold the Great Wizard, he relied on his zombie body to escape with serious injuries.

The Great Wizard was ambushed by the Demon Lord of Yaksha, and he could not run fast with his escape method, so he could only stay and fight to the death with Sanwu, otherwise he would never fall easily as a first-class.

This battle once again established the reputation of Gongsun Qi and the Immortal Salary Department.

It was approaching midnight.

Zhou Yi and Bai Yutang went back to their respective homes, Li Xun returned to the barracks, and only Zhang Cheng and Chen Ying stayed overnight.

Today, Li Xun’s account was set up, and he called ten more people without hesitation.

It's not that the two of them don't have money. Their apparent wealth is many times that of Li Xun. However, adhering to the guiding ideology that if you don't take advantage, you will lose, you should first use it if you don't need it.

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Zhou Yi drove the cloud home.

He had been out for a while and had not returned yet. He looked down from the cloud.

In the yard, in addition to Luo Li and Mao Jiu, there was also a white-bearded Taoist priest. The two of them and the cat were playing chess.

Black and white pieces, if five pieces are connected in a line, they win.

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

"Hahaha, you lost again, pay quickly!"

San Wu laughed loudly and proudly. He hadn't won so happily in many years.

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

In the eyes of the spiritual cultivators, Gobang can be said to be full of flaws. Whether it is distracting and counting, or having a photographic memory, they can instantly become top masters.

Zhou Yi saw San Wu playing chess with his right hand and calculating with his left hand, trying to figure out what Luo Li would do next and set a trap in advance.

Luo Li and Mao Jiu were both cobblers, looking dejected.

When the old man came, he saw them playing chess and took the initiative to bet one or two taels of silver with the secret book of swordsmanship.

How could he not be willing to do such a good thing, but now he has lost all his pocket money!

Zhou Yi descended from the clouds and asked with a smile: "Is the retreat of fellow Daoist San Wu over?"

"The cultivation method practiced by Yan He is inconsistent with the Taoist school, and it has been over for a long time."

San Wu waved his hand to set up a soundproof formation, his face gradually gloomy: "I went to visit my friends after the retreat, and I almost pissed off the old Taoist to death. I was not clear-minded, so I came to you to drink to drown my sorrows."

As he said that, he took out a jade wine pot from the storage instrument.

The wine pot was only the size of two palms, and two large bowls of wine were poured in, and it was not less at all.

The wine was emerald green and fragrant.

Zhou Yi drank it all in one gulp, and the rich spiritual energy burst out in his internal organs, and his mind was actually a little dazed.

"Good wine!"

Since he succeeded in refining his spirit, his consciousness was tough and clear, and he could only savor the taste of wine carefully, and it was difficult to feel tipsy.

If the wine cannot intoxicate people, it will lose most of the fun.

"This is monkey wine brewed with hundreds of spiritual flowers and fruits using the secret technique of the monkey tribe!"

San Wu snorted coldly and said, "That old guy is a white ape of a different species, who is best at brewing wine. I was so angry that I stole all the monkey wine he stored!"

He drank two more bowls, and then felt unhappy and took out two wine jars.

The jade wine pot is a specially refined wine storage magic tool that can hold thousands of kilograms of wine. It can not only ensure that the wine smell does not dissipate, but also the quality will be better over time.

Gulp...

Good wine must be drunk from the jar.

Zhou Yi felt comfortable all over his body, his soul was floating, and his eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

"Daoyou are depressed, but what happened?"

"...The old monkey told me that the great general is in trouble. If I get into trouble one day, I will go to his place to hide and save my life..."

Sanwu was drunk and told the story intermittently.

The white ape who brewed monkey wine lived in seclusion in the mountains at the junction of Yunji and Jizhou. He did not call himself the demon king, did not gather power, and rejected many invitations from demon countries. He was a hermit among the demons.

After Sanwu finished his retreat, he was greedy for the white ape's monkey wine, so he asked for wine in the name of visiting a friend.

When you drink too much wine, you talk too much. Sanwu and the white ape did not get along well, so they had a quarrel. When the white ape was drunk, he stole all the monkey wine.

Zhou Yi did not know the depth of the friendship between Sanwu and the white ape, so he did not comment on the theft of wine, and secretly sent a message to Shenniu to watch the house.

Then he asked, "Did the white ape say where the disaster came from?"

Dagan has suffered many natural disasters in recent years, and Zhou Yi has only experienced eleven of them. However, to infer that Dagan is in trouble is too much to underestimate the power of the Martial Saint.

Sanwu pointed to the east of the capital and said, "The white ape got the news that the Dragon King of Luoshui will be replaced. The old dragon voluntarily abdicated and one of his sons will inherit the position of Dragon King!"

"What does this have to do with Dagan?"

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 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 Dragon Lord, 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 even capturing 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 the 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 burning, 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!"