"Master, where are we going next?"
Ji Ziyue opened her mouth and asked, she was about to advance and break into the Dao Palace realm.
If you can, you still hope that your cheap master will find a place to settle down.
After she and her 'junior sister' Jiang Yichen successfully improved their realm, they continued to move forward.
"Belvedere, after a while there, something big will happen.
Moreover, if you advance to the Dao Palace Realm, it is best to have some source assistance.
I heard that Belvedere also has a lot of gambling stone shops, and my pocket is empty and poor scum is lost.
If you don't play a few games, you really won't be able to get what you need. ” Event?
The Black Emperor's ears suddenly pricked up, it had always been extremely sensitive.
Things that can make the great monk pay attention and go in person will definitely make money in it.
In recent times, it has been able to see it.
He is indeed not as good as He Rulong, his strength, family belongings, shamelessness, and ability to lead the sheep have all fallen into disadvantage.
If only he could be a little stronger, for example, comparable to the Emperor of the Beginningless.
In that case, I won't make any money from this emperor?
When the time comes, the fox and the tiger will definitely be able to have a lot of pets.
He Rulong squinted his eyes and glanced at the Black Emperor who was in a fantasy, this guy really dared to think about it.
If the poor monk can wrestle with the Emperor of the Beginningless, will you believe it or not, I will dig his grave right now?
The Beginningless Bell was moved away for him, and not even a single hair was left, just like he treated the Frog King.
But they're not dead yet!
But on this trip to Belvedere, I believe you should be able to get the lid of the Sky Swallowing Demon Jar, right?
I just don't know if that guy can come over like the original book.
Otherwise, no matter how many means you have, you can't wait for people, everything is a fantasy.
Hehe, I just don't know if its owner will resist fiercely when the poor monk asks for the lid of the coffin of the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar.
But it doesn't matter, who uses the score of this thing of the Imperial Soldier.
If the person who is in charge of the weapons of the Extreme Way is a sage.
Then don't think about it, He Rulong has no other way than to spend 10,000 merits and golden light and ask the abbot to come up.
But a person under the Sendai realm, the power after urging is definitely not comparable to the tragic trio.
Of course, in his hand is the lid of the essence jar of the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar.
Four people and two beasts rushed to the Northern Belvedere.
And the fat Taoist priest who was digging a grave somewhere poked his head out of the hole, and his two eyes kept observing the surroundings, so as to prevent people from discovering them, so that he could run away at any time.
"Yawn!"
At the moment when he observed, he was suddenly surrounded by a thick malice, and the biting cold caused him to sneeze.
"Who?!"
"Damn, a sneeze fell short."
The fat Taoist priest was so angry in his heart!
It took half a month just to survey by myself. finally summed up the rules of these family guards, and only after paying a few extraordinary treasures did they sneak into the ancestral grave without alarming anyone.
He had just dug into the main burial chamber, and he was not in a hurry to do it.
Instead, he turned back to the entrance of the cave and looked out to see the wind.
He didn't want to let someone capture his own treasure.
As a result, at a critical moment, he sneezed for no reason.
Surprise the guards who are so strong that they can rub him into a ball. obviously arrived in front of Baoshan, but had to retreat.
And in the future, he is thinking of coming back again.
Whoever digs up the ancestral grave of someone can't be defenseless.
Can you imagine what a fuck he was in his heart?
He Rulong didn't know that he beat Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, which ruined the good thing of a fat man.
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As a result, he was caught by a behemoth, even though he relied on the belongings he had recently accumulated. escaped from a group of masters, but it is estimated that he will start to be a low-key person in the future.
Otherwise, let the family that has been dug up know the ancestral grave, and the ghost knows what unexpected things they will do?
However, it can be known that the fate of a certain fat Taoist priest will not be very good.
Northern Regions, Belvedere.
All the irrational phenomena in the fantasy world are reasonable.
He Rulong looked at the trees on both sides of the Belvedere streets, like transparent blue crystals, and constantly sighed in his heart.
The tree, whose name is unknown, also emits a faint glow at night to illuminate the entire street.
It's simply an otherworldly version of the street lamp or not!
The streets are full of people.
Here you can see people from anywhere in the Big Dipper Domain, dressed in their own distinctive costumes, going back and forth in and out of the storefronts on both sides.
"Boom!"
There was a violent explosion outside the city, and it took a long time before it gradually fell silent.
For this, the people on the street looked surprised.
Everyone still did what they had to do, without the slightest expression of fright.
Why?
This place in the northern region is caused by mines.
To be sure, it's not very inhabitable.
Large areas of barren mountains and deserts, except for a few oases, the rest of the place is full of wind and sand all day long, experiencing scorching sun exposure.
But there are so many source mines here!
Most of the Holy Land families have opened branches here, relocated monks and ordinary people, and collected ore veins for them.
Where there are interests, there must be people.
And where there are people, there will be business to do.
As a result, from the original humble stronghold, the dilapidated village gradually developed into a magnificent city.
The people of the Holy Land are not fools, and they opened a gambling stone shop.
They transported the screened ore to their respective stone mills in large quantities, playing the trick of waste utilization.
Of course, among them, there must be some real source ores.
After some people cut out the source of the gambling stone workshop deliberately mixed with the waste mine, it stimulated the market even more.
In its heyday, the Holy Land and the families made a lot of money.
But it's not that there are no smart people, after a long time.
Knowing the doorway inside, everyone's enthusiasm gradually faded.
But every day, there are still new people entering the pit.
Therefore, whether it is a monk or an ordinary person who comes here to do business, they like to go to the gambling stone shop to play with both hands, just to have fun.
Of course, there is no shortage of gamblers who lose their fortunes.
The nature of Belvedere should be similar to the Las Vegas of Earth.
No, it should be said that many cities in the Northern Regions are similar to Belvedere.
There are many examples of getting rich overnight here, and there are even more people who fall on the streets overnight.
And the danger in it is also infinitely elevated because of the presence of monks.
There is no shortage of people in the world who take risks, but there are very few who succeed.
The masters behind the opening of the gambling stone workshop in the city are all major holy land families.
How could they allow the guests to let the monks kill people after winning a lot of sources?
In the long run, Belvedere will be lonely sooner or later.
So the occasional sound of fighting outside the city is basically not strange to everyone.
It was just the guardians of Belvedere, starting to clean up the trash fish outside.
He Rulong took three people and two beasts to the gambling stone street.
It is not only the patents of earthlings who like to get together to do business.
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People from other worlds, or people from the fantasy world, are no exception.
On both sides of the street, there are gambling stone shops.
No matter who you are, you can go in and play with confidence.
The premise is, you have to have a source!
Behind them, they are all Holy Land families.
Below this level, no sect or person dares to snatch food in front of others.
Moreover, most of the source mines are controlled by them.
Ordinary people want to open it, but they really can't open it.
Most of the people who dare to enter the gambling stone shop to play are some guys with status.
The rest are casual cultivators with small family properties, monks from small sects, and some ordinary people.
The Holy Land families are all wealthy existences, not to mention the establishment of the city in the past, they are still the masters.
The area of each gambling stone shop is extremely large.
It is equivalent to the nine-fold treasure house of the Immortal Palace of the Frog King, and the outermost ones are for ordinary people to play.
As they go deeper, it's the ore that the monks can afford.
He Rulong started from the periphery, and collected some 'waste ore' to cut it.
The monk who was in charge of receiving guests in the gambling stone workshop originally wanted to collect "sources" from him.
As a result, the great monk looked like you dared to look down on me, and directly held back the words in his mouth.
Dare to take two wheels and a doll to walk in the northern region where bandits are rampant, do you dare to say that people have no ability?
Besides, the owner behind the gambling stone shop is the Holy Land.
Dare not pay, do you think the Holy Land can't hold the knife?
You have to pay off your debts!
I really can't take it out, so I will send you directly to the ore vein to dig the source, and if you do it for decades, it will be enough to pay it off.
A certain shameless monk, like this white wolf with empty gloves, cut ten pieces of 'waste mine' in a row, and cut out thousands of catties of sources.
The reception monk who watched it was blackened in front of his eyes and weak in his feet.
That's all gambling stone shop in order to stimulate the market, and specially placed!
This monk, who looked quite young, had such vicious eyes that he could find it very accurately.
Responsible for receiving the monk's mental activities, there are many thieves.
Hearing this, He Rulong wanted to laugh, and especially wanted to pat him on the shoulder and tell him, little brother Yuantian Master's profession, understand?
"How many sources?"
"One hundred pounds."
The receiving monk replied with a sad face, where is the outermost ore for ordinary people to play with?
He Rulong paid very happily, and the empty gloves of the white wolf were no different.
Under the admiring gaze of a group of ordinary people, the great monk took his little apprentices and walked towards the depths.
The purchasing power of Qianjin Yuan is already very good.
It's best to catch a rich Kaizi and bet with him!
In this way, I believe that it doesn't take a few handfuls to gather the source of promotion for the disciples.
There are fewer people in the depths than in the periphery.
Of course, in terms of purchasing power, ordinary people can't catch up with monks.
Except for local tyrants.
There are a lot of people with status.
Some elders of small sects, and even descendants of the sect, cultivated to become powerful and slightly famous casual cultivators.
The gang gathered in twos and threes, and in some places there were even dozens of people.
Where there are a lot of people, it must be a bet.
The so-called gambling is after two people discuss the source of betting.
Everyone bought a piece of ore each, and after the monks of the gambling stone shop cut it open and verified, they compared whose value it was.
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The winning side will take the opponent's bet.
And the guys watching the game around can also open bets at any time.
In such a situation, it is natural that there are many people who have enemies.
But no one dared to do anything in the gambling stone shop.
The Holy Land doesn't want to smash the signboard and play gambling stones with you.
As a result, you can't even protect my safety, and you have to leave the scene overnight.
If you want to start anew, you can't do it!
No one is a fool, and there is no such thing as a thing that can continue to be done with a different sign.
Once the game is messed up, it will affect the gambling stone workshops opened in other cities in the Northern Regions.
Don't look at the purchasing power of the current market, it is not as good as it was at the beginning.
But there are still huge profits.
After all, the entire gambling stone market is guarded by the Holy Land.
After monopolizing the industry, the industry is not very prosperous, and it makes a lot of money.
"Five hundred catties of yuan, let's make a bet."
As soon as He Rulong came, he shouted.
He has a thousand catties of yuan in hand, and he doesn't have to think about buying ore directly for the time being.
But you must understand that in the hands of the head of the small sect, it will only be about a thousand catties to die.
The characters who can bet with him must be medium-sized sects.
Therefore, it is necessary to lower the threshold.
Besides, some people came with friends, and everyone gritted their teeth and could still make up a source of 500 catties.
After a group of people looked at He Rulong's rather strange combination, they didn't pay attention.
Five hundred catties of yuan, what are you kidding!
Can't afford to gamble, can't afford to gamble.
Big guy, big guy.
"Why, can't you take out five hundred catties of yuan?
What kind of gambling stone shop, go home and mine!
” He Rulong is very helpless, the poor monks have lowered the threshold, and you still don't take the bait.
He certainly can't keep lowering, and then he won't make enough money.
The guys still didn't react, pretending they didn't hear.
Big guy, you have a lot of sources, you can say whatever you like, anyway, we are unmoved.
It's good that 500 catties of yuan is earned, but if you lose it, you will be distressed to death.
Especially those who are in charge of the sect and the descendants of the elders are even more deaf to this.
It's nothing to lose a little money, the source of five hundred catties, grandma's father can pick up his own skin.
Seeing this, He Rulong gave up the bet.
Let's be honest about the source!
Then under the gaze of a group of dozens of pairs of eyes who were secretly observing, He Rulong turned the 1,000 catties in his hand into tens of thousands of catties.
The elders of the gambling stone workshop were terrified.
The beard shook and most of them chose to stay away from these old men.
I was afraid that they would accidentally die violently under the stimulation of He Rulong and get themselves into trouble.
Basically, the great monk bought all the sources of money in the gambling stone workshop and cut them open.
As for the number, I don't know.
Only a group of people watched numbly as He Rulong selected the stone, and did not pay, cutting the stone and taking the source stone.
The night passed, and the ground was covered with stone skins.
After He Rulong left the gambling stone shop after paying the bill happily, the crowd of melon-eating people who had watched all night broke out into an amazing shout.
"It's a good thing I didn't gamble, there is a vein, it's not enough for me to lose."
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"This Belvedere is a gambling god!
It is estimated that this monk will have to go out to gamble on stones at night. ”