Three days later, Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Jun walked in the Jinge Market under Tianjian Mountain.

There are only a few days left before the sword competition, and the props that Yi Xichen wants to refine are still some immortal materials, so he can only go to the market to buy them.

The eldest grandson Jun walked beside Yi Xichen, a little wilted.

In the past three days, Yi Xichen has been trying to correct his worldview, such as men will not get pregnant, for example, men will not have menstruation, such as men do not have a virgin membrane. These common-sense questions strictly refreshed the worldview of the eldest grandson Jun (Yi Xichen said that I was especially refreshed by your strict zhòng worldview)!

The eldest grandson already knew that the person who had the problem was himself, and when he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he felt that the world was more reasonable now, but the world in his mind had a lot of weirdness. In order to survive in this world, the eldest grandson Zijun had to accept Yi Xichen's correction and readapt to this world.

However, this feeling is not very good, although there are many differences between the two worlds, but 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 he took this opportunity to take him out to breathe.

"You follow me, don't run around." Yi Xichen admonished. The eldest grandson Jun is tired, his heart is also very tired, now the eldest grandson Jun is like a child, he has a sense of responsibility as a parent, for fear that an inattentive eldest grandson Jun will conjure two children for him to call him mom, he will definitely go crazy!

The eldest grandson Jun pouted. Taking advantage of the fact that there were fewer people around him, he walked quickly to a no-man's corner and rubbed his crotch. In fact, the thing that bothers him the most now is not what is true and what is false, but his setting of the golden gun.

Because he was worried that the eldest grandson Jun would cause some trouble, except when he was sleeping, Yi Xichen guarded him every step of the way. So he had to be hard every day from morning to night, and he couldn't relieve it, he felt that his little brother was about to become hard and swollen.

As soon as he turned around, Yi Xichen stood behind him and stared at him fiercely: "Tell you to follow me, why did you run away as soon as you turned around!" ”

The eldest grandson Jun was almost scared by him - of course, if he could really scare him, he would be thankful - he pulled the hem of his clothes in embarrassment, pretending to be nothing: "Oh. ”

The Jingo Bazaar is very lively and crowded. This is the largest bazaar in the south of the Yangtze River, and cultivators from the neighborhood will come here to trade, selling excess spirit stones and magic weapons in exchange for the immortal materials they need.

Yi Xichen was attracted by the dazzling array of goods, and there were too many things he wanted to buy, but unfortunately he and his eldest grandson Jun had very few spirit stones, so they could only exchange them for the most scarce goods.

"Poor!" Yi Xichen looked up to the sky and sighed.

Suddenly, a stall full of people in front of them attracted their attention, and Yi Xichen pulled his eldest grandson Jun over.

The stall owner was a young man wearing a navy blue robe, and he placed a large spirit stone turntable on the ground, shouting: "Come on, come on, bet on leaving, turn to the blue sign, and you can take twice the spirit stone; Go to the red sign, and you can take ten times the spirit stone; Go to the white sign, that's sorry, the spirit stone belongs to me. Which Taoist would like to give it a try? ”

Most of the spirit stone carousels were white sticks, about one-fifth of them were blue sticks, and about one-twentieth of them were red sticks. This is a common gambling game in the bazaar. The person who sets up the stall is the dealer, and according to the normal probability, the dealer always earns, but such a game is still very popular with the monks, after all, there are not a few people who feel that they are lucky.

A casual cultivator threw a primary spirit stone into the groove of the turntable, and the turntable spun up automatically, and the speed was very fast at first, but gradually slowed down. The people around watched with bated breath, the speed of the turntable became slower and slower, and when it turned to the red sign, it looked like it was about to turn without moving.

The loose cultivator's eyes lit up, his fists were already clenched, and seeing that the tenfold spirit stone was about to arrive, he was annoyed in his heart why he didn't bet on a big one. However, the wheel eventually crossed the red sticks and stopped at the white sticks.

There was a sigh of embarrassment all around.

"Tsk." The stall owner lamented, "It's just a little bit, it's a pity." Does the Taoist want to gamble again? ”

Of course, the scattered cultivators who missed the red sign were unwilling to give up, and threw another spirit stone down. This time, the turntable narrowly crossed the blue lot, but it still stopped on the white lot.

"Ouch!" The stall owner patted his thigh, looking like he was really unworthy for the guests, "It seems that the luck of the Taoist chief is not very good today!" ”

The scattered cultivator was anxious: "I still don't believe it!" Again! ”

He kept throwing spirit stones, losing nearly ten primary spirit stones one after another, and finally stopped on the blue sign on the eighth turntable, and he earned back a spirit stone, but overall he still lost a lot.

Sanxiu gambled red-eyed, touched the bag, and there were not many spirit stones left. He gritted his teeth, took out an intermediate spirit stone, and threw it into the dent: "One more time!" I don't believe that I can't turn over today! ”

An intermediate spirit stone can be exchanged for about twenty primary spirit stones, even if he can't turn this one into a red sign, as long as he can turn it into a blue sign, he can be regarded as earning it today.

Looking at the clothes and swords of this loose cultivator, he knew that he was not a developed person, and an intermediate spirit stone was already a big bargaining chip for him. The crowd of onlookers held their breath and stared intently at the turntable. It's a pity that there is no suspense in this one, when the turntable begins to slow down, it has missed the blue lot, and it is still far from the red lot, and finally stopped in the large white lot.

Sanxiu was anxious: "You turntable, there will be no fraud!" ”

The stall owner immediately widened a pair of copper bell eyes: "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" My dignified disciple of the Xuanling Sect still deceived you of these two small spirit stones? It's a hinge made of flint, and it rotates spontaneously, and I haven't touched the turntable from beginning to end, and everyone is watching it! What are you playing if you can't afford to lose? ”

The red Taoist robe worn by this stall owner is indeed a disciple uniform of Xuanlingmen. Xuanlingmen is the largest cultivation sect in Jiangnan except for the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the rules are strict, if a disciple dares to be abducted and deceived, he will be expelled from Xuanlingmen. It was impossible for someone to risk being expelled from the sect to cheat a few small spirit stones in the bazaar, so although that loose cultivator did lose a lot, the crowd of onlookers felt that it was his own bad luck.

"What are you playing if you can't afford to lose." An onlooker said disdainfully, "The people of Xuanlingmen still lied to you about a loose cultivator? Look at you like this, a medium-grade spirit stone is in a hurry like this, what kind of market are you still visiting! ”

"That's it."

That loose cultivator was pointed at by everyone, lost the spirit stone and lost face, his face was dull, and he squeezed out of the crowd in shame and left.

Yi Xichen watched from the side, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Interesting." ”

The eldest grandson asked, "You also want to gamble?" ”

Yi Xichen said: "Don't worry, let's watch a few more rounds." ”

There are constantly people throwing spirit stones on the turntable, there are many people who lose, but there are also wins, the blue and red signs have been transferred, a female monk first put in the primary spirit stone turned to the red sign, won ten times the spirit stone, she was very happy, gambled a few more, but unfortunately the luck was not so good, the won spirit stones were lost back, she did not gamble.

Taoist cultivation pays attention to self-denial, very few people are entangled, win or lose, and stop when they are playful, and the people in front of the stall come and go, and they are always lively.

By the end of the hour, the stall owner had already made a lot of money. He looked up and saw Yi Xichen and the eldest grandson Jun standing aside, with a somewhat vigilant expression: "The two senior brothers of the Heavenly Sword Sect have been watching it for a long time, if you want to play, come and try your luck, if you don't want to play, why don't you block my light?" ”

Yi Xichen smiled: "Play, why don't you play, play now!" ”

He checked the money bag in his hand, and there were about sixty or seventy primary spirit stones and ten intermediate spirit stones in it. The treatment of the disciples of their Medicine Pavilion is not good, and these spirit stones have also been saved by saving money for many years, and they originally wanted to buy some dark iron that can strengthen the sword this time, but now, Yi Xichen decided to use all the spirit stones to gamble on the carousel.

He took out a spirit stone and was about to throw it into the groove of the turntable, when he suddenly withdrew his hand again: "What do you call this senior brother of Xuanlingmen?" ”

The stall owner said: "My surname is Fang, and my name is virtuous." ”

"Oh, Senior Brother Fang." Yi Xichen said, "I've only been watching it for a while, and the people who came to your turntable today to try their luck don't seem to be very good, is there really nothing strange about your turntable?" ”

Fang Youde began to stare again: "It's okay if others talk nonsense, you are a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do you still want to question our Xuanling Sect?" I set up a stall here to gamble on the reputation of Xuanlingmen, and I will never do anything like stealing chickens and touching dogs! ”

"You are willing to gamble on the reputation of the Xuanling Sect, but I am afraid that the Xuanling Sect may not be willing to let the next little disciple of the sect gamble on the reputation casually."

Fang Youde was furious: "Are you here to play, or are you here to smash the field?" ”

"Of course I'm here to play." As soon as Yi Xichen's fingers loosened, the first spirit stone fell into the groove, and the turntable automatically spun up.

In the sound of turning, he always put on a harmless smiling face: "It's just that Senior Brother Fang's speech is a bit boundless, I don't need any reputation of Xuanlingmen." In case the senior brother cheats, what will I compensate me? ”

There were a lot of people watching around, especially when they saw the disciples of the two major sects, there were more people watching the excitement. Fang Youde sweated on his head, but his attitude became tougher: "There can be no fraud!" If there is fraud, I will compensate tenfold! ”

"Ten times is too little, how about a hundred?"

The cold sweat on Fang Youde's head was even more: "You! Are you blackmailing! ”

Yi Xichen shrugged: "Since you haven't cheated, what's the difference between ten times and a hundred times?" ”

Fang Youde swallowed his saliva, and in the eyes of everyone's inquiry, his voice couldn't restrain himself from trembling a little, but he still stiffened his scalp and said: "A hundred times is a hundred times, I don't cheat, and you don't have to cheat if you can't afford to lose!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the turntable gradually stopped.

- Red Sign!