Three days later, Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun walked in the Jin Ge market at the foot of Tianjian Mountain.
There are only a few days left until the Bijian Conference, and the items Yi Xichen wants to refine are still a few immortal materials, so he can only go to the market to find them.
The eldest grandson, Zijun, walked beside Yi Xichen, a little faint.
For the past three days, Yi Xichen has been trying to correct his worldview, such as men can't get pregnant, men can't have menstruation, and men have no hymen. These common-sense questions have seriously refreshed the eldest grandson Zijun's worldview (Yi Xichen said that I was seriously refreshed by you)!
The eldest grandson Zijun already knew that it was him who had the problem, and he calmed down and thought about it carefully. He felt that the world today was more reasonable, but the world in his mind had many strange things. In order to survive in this world, the eldest grandson Zijun had to accept Yi Xichen's correction and adjust to this world again.
However, this feeling is not very good. Although there are many differences between the two worlds, there are many overlaps. It is difficult for him to distinguish what is true and what is false. After being brainwashed by Yi Xichen for three days, he was a little depressed, so Yi Xichen took this opportunity to take him out to breathe.
"Follow me closely, don't run around casually." Yi Xichen urged. The eldest grandson Zijun is tired, and his heart is also very tired. Now the eldest grandson is like a child. He has a sense of responsibility as a parent. Call Mom, he must be crazy!
The eldest grandson Jun pouted. Taking advantage of the fact that there were fewer people around, he quickly walked to an unoccupied corner and rubbed his crotch. In fact, the thing that bothers him the most now is not what is true or what is false, but his setting.
Because he was worried that the eldest grandson Zijun would cause some trouble, except when he was sleeping, Yi Xichen kept watch over him. So he had to be hard from morning to night every day, and he couldn't relieve it. He felt that his little brother was getting hard and swollen.
As soon as he turned around, Yi Xichen was standing behind him, staring at him eagerly: "I told you to follow me closely, why did you run away as soon as you turned around!"
The eldest grandson Zijun was almost softened by him—of course he would be thankful if he could—he tugged at the hem of his clothes embarrassedly, pretending that nothing had happened: "Oh."
Jin Ge Market is very lively and crowded. This is the largest market in the south of the Yangtze River. Nearby cultivators will come here to trade and sell excess spiritual stones and magic weapons in exchange for the needed immortal materials.
Yi Xichen was attracted by the dazzling array of goods and wanted to buy too many things. Unfortunately, he and his eldest grandson Zijun had very few spiritual stones, and could only exchange for the most scarce goods.
"Poor!" Yi Xichen sighed up to the sky.
Suddenly, a booth full of people in front attracted their attention, and Yi Xichen pulled his eldest grandson, Jun, and approached.
The stall owner was a young man wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. He placed a large spiritual stone turntable on the ground and shouted: "Come, come, bet, leave your hand, turn to the blue sign, you can take twice the spirit stone. ; go to the red lottery, you can take ten times the spirit stone; go to the white lottery, you can't be sorry, the spirit stone belongs to me. Which Taoist priest wants to give it a try?"
Most of the spiritual stone turntable is white, about one-fifth of the place is blue, and about one-twentieth is painted with red. This is a common gambling game in bazaars. The people who set up the stalls are the dealers. According to the normal probability, the dealers always make money, but this kind of game is still very popular with the monks. After all, there are not a few people who think they are lucky.
A loose cultivator threw a primary spirit stone into the groove of the turntable, and the turntable turned automatically. The speed was very fast at first, but gradually slowed down. The people around watched with bated breath, the speed of the turntable was getting slower and slower, and when it turned to the red sign, it seemed that it would not be able to turn.
The loose cultivator's eyes were shining, his fists were already clenched, and he saw that ten times the spiritual stone was about to be obtained. However, the turntable eventually crossed the red sign and stopped on the white sign.
There was a groan around.
"Tsk tsk." The stall owner said regretfully, "It's just a little bit, it's a pity. Does the Taoist want to gamble again?"
Of course, the loose cultivator who missed the red lottery was unwilling to stop and threw another spiritual stone. This time, the turntable narrowly crossed the blue sign, but stopped on the white sign.
"Ouch!" The stall owner patted his thigh, with a genuine feeling that the guests were not worth it, "It seems that the Taoist priest's luck today is not very good!"
The loose cultivator was anxious: "I don't believe it anymore! Come again!"
He kept throwing away spirit stones, nearly ten elementary spirit stones one after another, and finally stopped at the blue sign on the eighth turntable. He earned back one spirit stone, but overall he still lost a lot. .
Loose cultivator bet red-eyed, touched the bag, there were not many spirit stones left. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he took out an intermediate-level spirit stone and threw it into the pit: "One more time! I don't believe that I can't turn over today!"
One intermediate spirit stone can be exchanged for about twenty primary spirit stones. Even if he can't get the red lottery, as long as he can get the blue lottery, he can be considered to have earned it today.
Looking at the loose cultivator's clothes and sword, he knew that he was not a well-developed person. For him, an intermediate spirit stone was already a big bargain. The onlookers held their breaths and stared at the turntable. Unfortunately, there is no suspense in this one. When the turntable started to slow down, it had already missed the blue sign, and was still far from the red sign, and finally stopped in the large white sign.
The loose repairer was anxious: "You turntable, you won't be cheating!"
The stall owner immediately widened a pair of copper bell eyes: "You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! I am a dignified disciple of Xuanlingmen, but also cheating on you with these two small spirit stones? This is a rotating shaft made of mysterious flint, spontaneously Turn it, I haven't touched the turntable from beginning to end, everyone sees it! What can you play if you can't afford to lose?"
This stall owner is wearing a red Taoist robe, which is indeed the uniform of the disciples of Xuanlingmen. Xuanlingmen is the largest sect of self-cultivation in Jiangnan except Tianjianmen. The rules are strict. If any disciple dares to be kidnapped, they will be kicked out of Xuanlingmen. It is impossible for someone to take the risk of being expelled from the sect to deceive a few small spiritual stones at the market, so although the cultivator did lose a lot, the onlookers felt that it was his own bad luck.
"Why don't you play if you can't afford to lose?" An onlooker said with contempt, "The people from Xuanlingmen lied to you as a loose cultivator? Look at you like this, a middle-level spiritual stone is in such a hurry, why are you visiting the market! "
"That's it."
That loose cultivator was pointed at by the crowd, lost his face after losing the spirit stone, his face was dull, and he squeezed out of the crowd in shame and anger.
Yi Xichen watched from the side, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Interesting."
The eldest grandson Zijun asked, "You want to gamble too?"
Yi Xichen said: "No hurry, just watch a few more rounds."
People kept throwing spirit stones on the turntable. There were many losers, but there were also winners. The blue sign and the red sign were all transferred. A female cultivator was the first to throw the elementary spirit stone and transferred it to the red sign, winning ten. She was overjoyed and gambled a few more times. Unfortunately, her luck was not so good. She lost all the spiritual stones she had won, so she stopped betting.
Dao Xiu pays attention to self-restraint, and there are very few people who are entangled in endlessly. Whether winning or losing, they will stop when they have exhausted their fun.
After an hour, the stall owner has made a lot of money. He looked up and saw Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun standing beside him, with a wary expression: "The two brothers from Tianjianmen have been watching for a long time. If you want to play, come and try your luck. If you don't want to play, why are you blocking it? Am I going to leave here?"
Yi Xichen smiled and said: "Play, why not play, play now!"
He weighed about sixty or seventy primary spirit stones and ten intermediate spirit stones in the purse in his hand. The disciples of their medicine pavilion are not well treated. These spirit stones have been saved for many years. I thought about buying some black iron that can strengthen the sword this time, but now, Yi Xichen decided to take all the spirit stones. All used to bet on the turntable.
He pulled out a spirit stone and was about to throw it into the groove of the turntable, when he suddenly stopped: "What is the name of this senior brother from Xuanlingmen?"
The stall owner said, "My surname is Fang, and my name is virtuous."
"Oh, Senior Brother Fang." Yi Xichen said, "I just watched it for a while. The people who came to your turntable today to try their luck don't seem to be very lucky. Is there really nothing wrong with your turntable?"
Fang Youde began to stare again: "It's okay for others to talk nonsense, you are a disciple of Tianjianmen, do you still question whether our Xuanlingmen is not successful? I set up a booth here, and I bet on the reputation of Xuanlingmen, I will never Do something like stealing chickens and dogs!"
"You are willing to bet on the reputation of Xuanlingmen, I'm afraid that Xuanlingmen may not be willing to let the reputation bet on the next disciple."
Fang Youde was angry: "Are you here to play, or are you here to smash the game?"
"Of course I'm here to play." Yi Xichen loosened his fingers, the first spirit stone fell into the groove, and the turntable turned automatically.
In the sound of turning, he always put on a smiling face that was harmless to humans and animals: "It's just that Senior Brother Fang's words are a bit limitless, and I don't need any reputation from Xuanlingmen. If Senior Brother Fang is cheating, what will he pay me for? "
There were many people watching around, especially when they saw the disciples of the two major factions on the bar, there were even more people watching the excitement. Fang Youde was sweating on his head, but his attitude became even tougher: "There is no way there is fraud! If there is fraud, I will pay ten times the compensation!"
"Ten times is too little, how about a hundred times?"
There was more cold sweat on Fang Youde's head: "You! Are you extorting!"
Yi Xichen shrugged: "Since you never cheated, what's the difference between ten times and hundred times?"
Fang Youde swallowed his saliva, and in the eyes of everyone's inquiry, his voice could not be restrained and trembled, but he still stubbornly said: "A hundred times is a hundred times, I don't cheat, don't be fooled if you can't lose. !"
As soon as the voice fell, the turntable gradually stopped.
- Red sign!