Seeing that the red sign was transferred, the happiest person was Fang Youde. He didn't know why he was so guilty towards these two Tianjianmen disciples. It stands to reason that he would not be caught, but Yi Xichen's confident look made him too uneasy.
Fang Youde put on a smile: "Look, this senior brother is very lucky, and he was transferred to the red sign as soon as he came up. Just now he said that I was cheating. If I cheat, you must not accept a bunch of white signs. ?"
Yi Xichen was very determined: "Don't worry, I'll keep playing."
The eldest grandson Zijun stood aside and looked at Yi Xichen thoughtfully. The Yi Xichen in front of him was different from the Yi Xichen in his memory. This one, bright, cheerful, with a little bit of bad water in the stomach. And the one in my memory is weak and tangled. Gu Ying felt sorry for himself. He loves Yi Xichen, but this kind of love is mindless and forced by external forces. He has never thought about why or questioned it before.
Looking back now, the eight years in my memory are blurred and inexplicable.
He recalled the days even longer ago. When they were young, he and Yi Xichen cultivated and grew up in the Medicine Pavilion, and they lived very poor. The disciples of Lianjian Pavilion are all the favored sons of the sky. They only need to concentrate on their cultivation every day, with sufficient supplies, and there is no need to worry about anything. On the other hand, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion had to undertake a lot of chores, sweeping the courtyard, transcribing scriptures, and sometimes being insulted and bullied by the disciples of other pavilions.
But those days were very happy. Yi Xichen has always looked like the sky is falling and he doesn't take it to his heart, but in fact he has more ghosts than anyone else. Who dares to find fault with them, Yi Xichen must have many ghosts and tricks.
Even after a hard day's work, even if he was beaten all over by monsters in the valley and couldn't pick up a few useful herbs, Yi Xichen was always full of energy. They would sit back to back on the top of the mountain at dusk to watch the sunset. Yi Xichen wiped the blood from his face and said in a cheerful and confident tone, "Zijun, we will become very strong."
"Um."
"It's so strong that no one can beat it."
"Um."
"Will we still be together then?"
"meeting."
"Hahaha, let's go, go back to practice swords!"
The eldest grandson Zijun regained his senses, and his eyes fell on Yi Xichen's face with a sly smile again. That young man back then should have grown up like this, not the vague face he remembered. In this case, it is only natural that he loves him so much.
Yi Xichen kept throwing spirit stones into the turntable. This spiritual stone is all his possessions. Usually, if he loses one, he will feel distressed for a long time, but now he doesn't blink, and throws them one by one. There are losses and there are wins. The less you win, the more you lose. There are fewer and fewer spirit stones in the bag. Soon, the primary spirit stones have been thrown away, and there are only a few intermediate spirit stones left.
Fang Youde was stunned. He had never seen such a guest, and he didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if the only purpose was to throw all the spiritual stones into the turntable.
Yi Xichen quickly threw away his spiritual stones, and more and more people gathered around, all wanting to see what the hell he was up to.
Yi Xichen shrugged his eldest grandson Zijun: "Hey, do you still have spirit stones? Give them all to me."
The eldest grandson, Jun, did not want to untie his purse and hand it over—handing over property to his daughter-in-law is a basic quality.
The more he lost, the brighter the smile on Yi Xichen's face, but the more cold sweat on Fang Youde's head.
Finally, Yi Xichen threw the last spirit stone into the groove, the turntable gradually stopped and landed on the white sign. All he had left was two empty purses and nothing.
Fang Youde wiped the sweat from his face and smiled awkwardly: "This senior brother, are you still playing?"
"I'm not playing anymore. But I found something interesting. Brother Fang, do you want to know?" He raised his voice, "Do you want to know?"
Fang Youde started to stare again.
"The blue lottery accounts for one-fifth of the total lot, right? The red lottery accounts for one-twentieth of the total lottery, right?"
Fang Youde had to scratch his neck and said, "That's right, so what?"
"If this turntable is really correct, if you turn it twenty times, you should be able to turn four blue draws, one red draw, and fifteen white draws. However, I watched others play here for more than an hour, and I played it myself. One hundred and sixty-six games, a total of 632 games, only 64 times went to the blue lottery, and six times the red lottery. In other words, the probability of actually going to the blue lottery is only 10%. One, the red sign is only 1%." Yi Xichen put a smiling face on it, "Senior Brother Fang, one's luck is bad, these hundred people have played more than 600 games, all of them are bad luck, Is everyone's point too backward, or your point is too smooth?"
There was an uproar around!
The loose cultivator who had just slipped away is now back, and after hearing what Yi Xichen said, he squeezed back into the center of the crowd, blushing and shouting thickly, "I just said he was cheating! It must be cheating! Give me back my spirit stone!"
A monk said: "You really counted more than 600 discs? Could it be that you made a fool of yourself?"
Yi Xichen glanced at him lazily: "This Taoist priest and Senior Brother Fang are in the same group, right? You were the one who spoke when the Taoist priest questioned Senior Brother Fang earlier. Come back six times, as long as someone questions it, you can't afford to humiliate the opponent and lose."
The monk's face flushed immediately: "You! You are talking nonsense! I don't know anyone here at all!"
Fang Youde's face was as black as charcoal: "It seems that this little brother has made up his mind to find fault? You are empty-handed, you say as many dishes as you count, anyway, no one else counts. You can take it. What evidence is there? I am a dignified disciple of Xuanqingmen, but I can't tolerate your slander, and you dare to entangle, but you Tianjianmen are going to provoke our Xuanqingmen! Which elder's disciple are you?"
Yi Xichen raised his finger and shook it: "Don't threaten me in a hurry, I'm just about to show evidence." He bent down and tore off the Qiankun bag attached to the turntable. The spiritual stones that are put into the turntable are automatically put into this Qiankun bag, and the rebates are won, and the losers are left behind.
Fang Youde hurriedly wanted to stop it, but Yi Xichen quickly opened the Qiankun bag and fell on the turntable, accumulating a hill full of it.
"If it is really one-fifth of the blue lottery and one-twentieth of the red lottery, the blue lottery is doubled, and the red lottery is doubled, according to common sense, your bookmaker should only earn one-tenth. That is, the bet of ten spirit stones, you earn one. I think you have set up a stall since the hour, and now two and a half hours, the turntable keeps spinning, and you can play thousands of discs, and the spirit stones you earn ..." Yi Xichen glanced at the mountain of spiritual stones, "Can there be six or seven hundred here?"
Looking at such a high hill, the anger of the people around them has been ignited, and some people shouted to ask the elders of Xuanqingmen to preside over justice. The cultivator who was speaking for Fang Youde just wanted to get out of the crowd, but was blocked by a wall of people and couldn't get out.
"I brought these spirit stones myself! It's not just that I won!" Fang Youde was still arguing, "You still have no evidence!"
"It's very simple, dismantle your turntable and let me see if it contains real profound flint, won't things be clear?"
Fang Youde clung to the turntable: "To make such a turntable, it will cost ten high-grade spirit stones. You take it apart and look at it. If the inside is really mysterious flint, will you pay me ten high-grade spirit stones?"
"Then see if I pay you ten high-level spirit stones, or if you pay me a hundred times the bet."
In the denunciation of the crowd, Fang Youde had to hand over the turntable, Yi Xichen's eyes lit up, he put his sleeves up, and the turntable was dismantled. He has always wanted to wait for such an opportunity to dismantle this mechanism with his own hands. As long as he knows how the turntable is made, he will go back and make a piece of immortal material from Yaobudu, so he won't have to work so hard to earn spirit stones in the future.
However, when the turntable was disassembled, what was stuck in the center of the shaft turned out to be a red-lighted profound flint!
Seeing this result, all the onlookers were stunned.
There was a sly smile on Fang Youde's face, and he rushed over to grab Yi Xichen's shirt, but before his arm could be touched, he was pulled on his chin with a scabbard and fell on his back.
The eldest grandson Zijun was expressionless: "Hands are slippery."
Fang Youde clutched his red chin and said inarticulately: "You! Pay me ten high-level spirit stones!"
Yi Xichen pulled out the mysterious flint and held it in his palm.
Fang Youde's face turned pale immediately: "Put down the profound flint! Just one profound flint is worth twenty high-level spirit stones, can you afford it!"
Yi Xichen smiled and said, "Since I already owe you ten, it is no less than twenty more." He squeezed the palm of his hand hard, and the profound flint cracked. He opened his palm, the red light receded, and a black cloud was embedded in the center of the gemstone. iron.
This time, the surrounding people immediately burst into flames.
Fang Youde threw up sharply, trying to escape with Yu Jian, but the eldest grandson Jun slipped his hand again, and he was hit hard on the head, and he fell in all directions.
Yi Xichen jumped on top of him and patted his face: "Don't run, don't you mean to bet on the dignity of Xuanqingmen? As I said earlier, the elders of Xuanqingmen would not agree with you to arbitrarily put the sect of the sect. Gamble with dignity. Don't you still want to go to our Tianjianmen to find our elder? Do you want me to show you the way?"
Fang Youde's face was ashes.
At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "The people from Xuanqingmen are here!"