Sign In For Sixty Years, From Puppet Emperor To Heaven Emperor

After drinking for three rounds, the drunk Taoist asked about the situation of leaving Hundred Flowers Valley. Zhou An only said that he entered the Ten Thousand Demon Forest with Hua Wuyue and got some adventures. The Shenmu Sword was destroyed, but he obtained Zhu Guo and his cultivation base increased greatly. .

　　 "Your boy Fuyuan is so good. You have encountered all these good things. If we weren't the fairy grass left by our ancestors, no one has encountered these good things for a hundred years." The drunk Taoist sighed.

　　 "Thanks to the seniors who took me there, otherwise I won't have this opportunity." Zhou An laughed and raised a glass to confront the drunk Taoist.

　　 After the two drank, Zhou An asked, "Senior, how are your preparations for the battle of Righteous Demon? Why hasn't there been any movement after so long?"

"Among the Eight Monsters, they all call me the old drunkard, so I don't need to call my senior so much in the future." The drunk Taoist waved his hand, and he was casual in addressing. After a sip of alcohol, he said, "Who said nothing happened," Both sides have fought many times and are testing each other."

　　 "What was the result?" Zhou An asked.

"Hey, when Mrs. Baihua crossed the catastrophe, she was induced by the Zihe Demon Lord and let her be enchanted. I didn’t expect that she would join the Demon Dao this time, and there were several unborn demon who appeared. The situation is very good for us. Unfortunately, the head teacher asked me to invite the eight monsters out of the mountain.

　　Although we are the Eight Monsters, we are basically in charge of our own affairs. We can't talk about friendship. It is too difficult to ask them, and we count on the little friends to help. "The drunk Taoist said helplessly.

　　 Zhou An smiled confidently. Although most of the Righteous Dao think highly of themselves and despise mortals, they cannot deny their efforts to protect ordinary people.

　　 If it weren't for the right way to resist the magic way, humans might have died long ago.

　　As an emperor, he must be able to treat the people of the world rationally, so this time he killed five hundred middle and low-level monks in order to frighten the monks of the world and let them know that the emperor is not something they can easily handle.

　　 And the monks who hijacked the execution grounds let them go. They recognized their achievements and the world needs them. Now Zhou An can't alone deter the demons of the world, so this time, both public and private must help the right way.

　　 After the two of them were drunk and satiated, the drunk Taoist took him to the empty mountain.

　　 This ethereal mountain is a snow-capped mountain among the inaccessible mountains. In the middle of the snowy peak is a huge glacial lake. Eight monsters build lofts on the walls, caves, and snowy areas around this glacial lake.

　　 A stream of light flew down on the courtyard of a bamboo house by the mountain wall, revealing the drunk Taoist and Zhou An.

　　 Once here, the system prompts you to sign in the Haunted Gambling House, rewards three yuan ghost dice, you can freely control the dice, it is an offensive high-grade spirit treasure.

　　 Except for the houses, it can be said that it is surrounded by family members.

　　 "Old gambler, come out quickly." The drunk Taoist shouted at the house.

　　 But no one in the room answered, it seems that there is no one in the room. The drunk Taoist coughed and said loudly, "Little friend Zhou Nan, do you think we should build a better building here for this million dollars?"

　　"Here, the snow-capped mountains are flying around with clouds, and thousands of glaciers are rising straight into the sky. The green snowy peaks are covered with ribbons, and the reflections of the blue lakes reflect the tops of the mountains. The five colors of sunny clouds are shining, and the night and the moon are dyed in the day sleep.

　　Isn’t it a great pleasure in life to be able to sit in between the buildings and enjoy the beautiful scenery and taste the wine in such a beautiful scenery? "Zhou An said with a hearty laugh.

　　 "Okay, then I will go to the contact person." The drunk Taoist shouted.

　　 "Wait, old drunkard! You really have a million dollars?" Suddenly, a sloppy man appeared in front of them, his eyes staring at the hand of the drunk man.

　　The drunk Taoist pointed at Zhou An and said, "I will introduce you to this little friend of Zhou An, who is a long-time friend of the old Dao. He is very rich. A million dollars is a trivial matter."

　　 The drunkard looked at Zhou An and said with a grin: "Old drunkard, how can you be taken advantage of, let you cheat you out of a million dollars?"

　　 Zhou An smiled and said, "Senior gambling ghost, I have something to ask you for help. One million taels of silver will be paid as a reward."

　　 "Oh, yes, bring the money, what do you say." The drunkard didn't postpone it. He was really short of money and was addicted to gambling, so he could only stay in the room and he was uncomfortable.

　　 "The Battle of the Masamune Outside Qianjing···"

　　 The drunkard immediately interrupted and shouted: "Stop, I know that your old drunkard has nothing to do. If you want money, you have to spend your life. I can't afford to provoke those old monsters."

　　 Zhou An took out a stack of silver tickets, a total of one million taels, and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

　　 saw that the tavern swallowed his saliva and turned away from it. He waved impatiently and shouted, "Get out of here!"

　　 Zhou An took out another stack of silver bills and threw them on the stone table and said, "Add 1 million taels."

　　 The gambler twitched his cheeks and clenched his fists, trying to restrain his impulse.

　　 "Three million taels." Zhou An put a million taels on it.

　　 The drunk Taoist chuckled secretly, drinking leisurely.

　　 The gambling ghost is breathing fast, his fingers are stiff and rubbing each other, it is obvious that he restrained it very hard.

　　 "Five million taels." Zhou An's sentence made the gambler's body tremble, and it felt like he had been critically hit.

Seeing that the gambling ghost is still restraining, Zhou An took back the large stack of silver tickets and said, "Senior drunkard, I’m sorry, senior gambling ghost is firm in mind. It seems that the money is useless, so I’ll build a building for you here. These five million taels should be able to build a good one."

　　 "Okay, you can leave a lot for me to buy and drink, let's go, my broken bamboo house is leaking seriously, just in time to rebuild." The drunk Taoist laughed, holding the wine gourd and walked out.

"and many more."

The gambling ghost roared, turned around and stared at the drunk Taoist, then walked to Zhou An and grabbed the five million taels of silver in his hand and said, "What kind of house is built, the prodigal stuff, isn't it just a place to sleep? , The world is so big, where can't sleep, what building to build.

　　 Hmph, it’s okay, I’ll help you once, and say in advance, don’t call me alone, those old monsters are very fierce, I can’t beat them, it’s best to fool those old guys. "

　　 "Haha, that's okay, I don't know how good your old boy is, it won't put you in danger." The drunk Taoist shouted.

　　 "Huh, this is what you said, contact me when the time comes and go." After the gambling ghost said, he disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye, and he could see that the huge sum of money was now in his hands, and he couldn't wait to gamble.

　　 "This old gambler broke his family and died because of gambling. Later, he got advice from an expert and entered the Taoist door. He was so bold and uncontrollable that he couldn't control this gambling. What he promised would definitely not break his promise." The drunk Taoist said.

　　 "Well, who is next?" Zhou An asked.

"The beggar, he is delicious. In fact, he was originally a disciple of the Tiandaomen. Because of eating and delaying major events, the head teacher of the Tiandaomen was killed by the ancestor of Qishan. The battle also led to the Tiandaomen. Declining, guilty, broke his arm, and will never return to the heavenly sect.

　　 Later, I became friends with me and walked with me. I was looking for wine and he was looking for food. Although it was a free and easy way, the heavenly door was his eternal pain and the demon he could never walk past.

　　 is also in the Sixth Innate now, and his strength is three points stronger than the old way. It is a pity that if you can't resolve the knots before the arrival of the Sixth Tribulation, I am afraid that you can only reincarnate in advance, otherwise you will definitely enter the devil. "The drunk Taoist sighed. Among the eight monsters, the beggar and him are the most compatible.

　　 "Then Qishan ancestor came this time? If so, wouldn't he just avenge his master?" Zhou An asked.

"I don't know. We only know that there will be eight demon heads. Three of them have found out, and five are not sure." The drunk Taoist said with a wry smile after taking a big sip: "Even if the ancestor Qishan is killed Kill, this demon may not be able to resolve, the death of the master and the brothers, how can revenge can be restored.

　　 Little friend Zhou Nan, you must remember that for the ascetics, the exercises are the foundation of cultivation, no matter the magic weapon or the elixir, they are all foreign objects, and more importantly, the cultivation of the mind, otherwise the road of cultivation is difficult and difficult to overcome. "

　　 "Thank you seniors for your guidance, juniors will remember them in their hearts." Zhou An nodded. After these days of contact, he knows that there are many differences between real cultivating immortals and novels read on Earth in the last life.

　　The way of cultivating immortals is to find a way to find the true self.

　　 At first, Zhou An even thought that he was studying the protagonist of the novel, and counterattacked all the way. Now he has slowly changed. All kinds of elemental catastrophes are heavenly ways to help the cultivator break through his own limits.

　　 The real calamity is the inner demon, he and the inner demon only really understand this.

　　 "Let's go, the old beggar is in the cave over there." The drunk Taoist led him to the cave on the cliff.