There are more than 1,300 households in Qingtunji, located in the valley basin, surrounded by mountains, and the aura is not too abundant, so there are few great monks who set up sects here, and most of the residents are mortals.

Although it is not as prosperous as the big towns, the simplicity of Qingtunji has a unique flavor, there are no monks flying around in the sky, and there are no particularly obvious class contradictions.

It is precisely because it is a mortal market town, and because the life of mortals is limited, that every day will be enjoyable.

Sometimes, the simple yearning for life and the pursuit of unpretentious life make people feel happier than poverty and luxury. At least that's what Yan Yunting thought.

The first thing Yan Yunting did when he arrived at Qingtunji was to go to a roadside stall to eat a bowl of wonton noodles, although he couldn't catch up with the time-honored brand at the entrance of Luoyang Street, it was not easy to eat a bowl in the fairy world.

"Old man Feng, hurry up and cook two bowls of noodles to quench your hunger!" The two monks, one green and one gray, strode into the noodle stall, their cultivation was very low, only the third or fourth layer of qi refining, and they all looked like ruffians.

"Mom. Yes, today is really unlucky, obviously the fortune is in charge, and the last one is all lost! ”

"Me too, all the spirit stones that were replaced by the medicine yesterday were accompanied in!"

"Brother Li is not in a hurry, when we eat this bowl of noodles, let's go to the mountains to try our luck, and we will definitely be able to turn over the book in the future!"

The two monks poured out their unhappiness in their hearts, and their words and deeds proved that they were two out-and-out bad gamblers.

People who win want to win more, people who lose want to win back their capital, catalyzed by greed and desire, gambling addiction is deep-rooted, so that they can't extricate themselves, and finally bankrupt their families, and their families are ruined.

"Two Immortal Chiefs, your face is here." Old man Feng brought the soup noodles to the table, and asked in a low voice with a smiling face: "Two immortal elders, you have been here with me more than a dozen times, this bowl of wonton noodles only needs to break off the broken spirit stone as big as a soybean, the villain is just doing a small business, can you see if you can give the previous account first——"

"Old man, are you deaf? Didn't you hear that we lost all the time, where is the spirit stone to settle the bill for you? The monk in Tsing Yi said impatiently.

The white-clothed monk's attitude was a little more accommodating: "Don't worry, when we turn over the book, we won't give you less money." ”

Old man Feng was aggrieved: "I said the same thing last time, and I said ......it last time."

"Smack!" The monk in Tsing Yi slapped the table and was furious, glaring at the eyes that wanted to eat people: "Dead old man, this immortal has lost money, and he is angry in his heart, if you dare to make noise and touch my moldy head, I will lift your noodles!" ”

Old man Feng dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, shook his head and sighed, and retreated honestly.

is so arrogant and domineering, what is the reason? Yan Yunting held the noodle bowl, sat down with the monk with a smile, and asked, "I think the two of you are also people who have embarked on the path of immortals, have you forgotten the first commandment of the immortal family, not to bully mortals?" ”

The two monks looked at each other and smiled disdainfully, and the man in green clothes said, "If the monk doesn't have some privileges, then what's the point of cultivating immortals?" ”

Yan Yunting frowned slightly: "Could it be that you are cultivating immortals just to be a master?" ”

The monk in Tsing Yi raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "Is that so?" If we are qualified to step into the immortal road, it means that there is no one in ten thousand, this is God's reward for eating, and of course our status is above these lowly mortals. ”

Yan Yunting asked coldly, "What if God smashes your jobs?" ”

"Oh no! Who the hell are you, there is an empty table next to you, you don't want to sit here, come to us to find trouble! ”

"Two incurable people, since you look down on mortals so much, then I will turn you into mortals." Yan Yunting raised his hands, sucked in the air, and sucked away all the already small cultivation in the two monks' dantian, and then flicked his fingers into the monk's eyebrows, and said coldly: "Leave the hairpin and the Qiankun ring, if you can disappear from my field of vision within three breaths, I will let you live...... Three! ”

The two monks knew that they had met a master, so they hurriedly tore off their hairpins and rings, and ran out of the street with their belts.

"It turned out to be ...... The Great Immortal is coming! Old man Feng was about to step forward and bow down, Yan Yunting waved his sleeves lightly and held him up: "The boss doesn't need to make this big gift, although this hairpin and Qiankun ring are not valuable, they can also replace dozens of spirit stones, so they should be regarded as the face money they owe." ”

"This ......" Old Man Feng looked at the backs of the two young men leaving, and hesitated to accept it.

Yan Yunting smiled: "Don't worry, I have permanently banned their spiritual roots, they are no different from mortals, and they will not pose much of a threat to you." ”

Only then did Old Man Feng take the things on the table with confidence and boldly accept them, and thanked him repeatedly.

"Boss, I'm from a foreign country. Looking at the situation of Fang Cai, your Qingtun spinach style is very popular? Yan Yunting asked.

Old man Feng sighed: "It's not, there are a lot of corrupted young people, who are lazy and lazy, and always want to make a fortune at the gambling table." Who are the people who run the gambling house? It's all black-hearted ghosts who make money with a clear conscience, and they didn't have a son-"

"Ahem!" Yan Yunting coughed dryly, it is not wrong to use people's desires to make money, but the mistake is to make money from people who have too deep desires.

"Do you know where the gambling house is?" He asked again.

Old man Feng raised his hand and pointed to the end of the street: "Well, it's that big bungalow, called 'Baijia Gambling House'." Great Immortal Chief, don't go in to send spirit stones, it's addictive! ”

Yan Yunting shook his head with a smile, didn't speak, ate up the noodles in three or two, left a spirit stone, got up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Immortal, Immortal! There are too many spirit stones! A bowl of noodles isn't worth so much! Old man Feng hurriedly greeted.

"If you don't add that spoonful of soy sauce, I can give you another ten yuan, hahaha......" Yan Yunting waved his hand and looked up to the sky and laughed.

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Even Qi refining cultivators can run rampant in the town, which shows that there are few high-level monks in Qingtunji.

In such a small place, cultivation can be regarded as a leader when it reaches the Yuan infant stage. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz

Generally, Yuanying monks have their own sects, and they will never come out to be idle like casual cultivators.

The name Huo Yuan, who is addicted to gambling like his life, is a young man, and has a portrait...... A series of clues are synthesized to find one accurate.

Yan Yunting pretended to be a gambler and entered hundreds of gambling houses.

The gambling house is not small, thirty or forty gambling tables, are the simplest, most exciting, the fastest money games, dice. Treasure, pai gow, dominoes. Every table is crowded with people, those who have money to bet, and those who don't have money to watch.

Yan Yunting shook his head again and again, as a big boss who opened a gambling house in Jiuyangji, this small gambling house in front of him was really out of the law, and the hygiene, environment, and service were all extremely poor.

However, people who can come to this kind of gambling house for recreation are nine times out of ten because they want to make a fortune by luck, as long as the spirit stone is in hand, what if the environment is poor?

"Big big ...... Big! ”

"Tiny Tiny ...... Small! ”

"Big. You. Damn! If you don't bet, don't shout, call Lao Tzu's points small! ”

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