"Oh, yes?" Wang Ximo looked at the bead in Yang Zhen's hand in disbelief.

Yang Zhen smiled, but he didn't dare to let Wang Ximo see the bead, he covered it tightly with both hands, and then pretended to hold it mysteriously in front of his face, looking at the porcelain cup through his fingers.

"Damn, three threes, it's actually a leopard!" Yang Zhen looked at the situation inside the porcelain cup, and was immediately shocked in his heart, and at the same time, his eyes moved upwards again, and two snow-white jade rabbits just came into his eyes, Yang Zhen only felt that the blood in his body rushed upward, and before he could exclaim, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in darkness, and his hands were caught by a pair of larger hands.

"Would it be good to show my sister your natal bead?" Wang Ximo naturally didn't believe what Yang Zhen said, but saw Yang Zhen covering his face and sneaky, so he wanted to see what kind of reputation he was doing.

"Uh-uh, this, this is not good!" Yang Zhen immediately held the white bead in his hand tightly, and Wang Ximo also held Yang Zhen's hand tightly, looking like he was not dying.

"What's wrong, show it to my sister!" The more Yang Zhen didn't give it, the more curious Wang Ximo became, and almost used all his strength to pull Yang Zhen's hand away.

"No, Sister Ximo, my father said that this natal bead can't be touched by anyone other than the people of our Yang family, otherwise it will be unlucky!" Yang Zhen deliberately aggravated the words "people from the Yang family", and at the same time held the baby bead and said with a nervous face.

"Hmph, okay, it's really boring!" Wang Ximo let go of Yang Zhen with a little displeasure, and said casually, "Then you can guess quickly, is it big or small?"

"Leopard!" Yang Zhen immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said without hesitation.

Wang Ximo's body was slightly stunned when she heard this, and slowly opened the porcelain cup, and sure enough, it was three threes, leopards. Wang Ximo immediately picked up the teacup that had been prepared next to him, drank a cup of tea in one go, and said with an unwilling face: "Come again!"

I don't know how many times I played it, but there is no doubt about the ending, Wang Ximo lost, and her face was already suffocated.

At a certain moment, Wang Ximo suddenly shouted: "Stop! Do you dare to play a big game with your sister!"

"Oh?" Yang Zhen was immediately stunned, looking at Wang Ximo suspiciously, I don't know what medicine she bought in the gourd, but he has the treasure beads in his hand, and he is not afraid at all, and asks concentratingly, "How to play?"

"You don't need your natal bead, bet with me once, the bet is your natal bead!" Wang Ximo looked at Yang Zhen and said, her tone was undoubted, she was really interested in the bead in Yang Zhen's hand now.

"Then what if Sister Ximo you lose?" Yang Zhen immediately asked, Wang Ximo obviously fell in love with his perspective beads, and wanted to empty the white wolf!

"Impossible!" Wang Ximo said confidently, and then added, "If my sister and I lose, I can casually promise you a condition!"

"Promise to promise to each other?" Yang Zhen was immediately startled, staring at Wang Ximo in disbelief, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Sneer at you little slippery head, sister, I have always talked and counted!But this time you can't use your natal beads, who loses and who wins!" Wang Ximo smiled, and two faint blushes suddenly appeared on her pretty face.

Yang Zhen immediately frowned after hearing this, weighed it for a long time, and suddenly slapped his crotch and said: "Wealth is in danger, gamble!" As he spoke, he knocked the precious bead on the rosewood dresser.

Seeing this, Wang Ximo immediately grasped the porcelain cup, and his right hand kept shaking in mid-air, Yang Zhen was dazzled, and his face was full of solemnity.

"Wow", at a certain moment, Wang Ximo suddenly clasped the porcelain cup in front of Yang Zhen, revealing a mysterious and confident smile, and said slowly: "Guess!"

Yang Zhen held his breath and concentrated, his eyes kept changing between the porcelain cup and Wang Ximo's face, but his heart was uncertain.

"Don't hesitate, guess!" Wang Ximo looked at the white beads placed on the side and urged, and the corners of his mouth faintly showed an imperceptible smile.

"Could it be that there is fraud in it?" Yang Zhen saw that Wang Ximo looked like he was winning steadily, and his mind couldn't help but turn quickly, and he analyzed all the possible results.

"No! there must be no dice in it!" At a certain moment, Yang Zhen suddenly slapped his head and shouted loudly, and as he spoke, he went to uncover the porcelain cup with great anticipation.

Wang Ximo was stunned for a moment, only to see that she reluctantly let go of her right hand, and when Yang Zhen opened the porcelain cup, there was not a single dice in it!

"Sister Ximo, you've lost again!" Yang Zhen let out a long sigh of relief, grabbed the baby beads and put them in his arms, held back the joy in his heart, and looked at Wang Ximo intently.

"Ahem, that, Yang Zhen, sister, me" Wang Ximo said in a hurry, but he didn't say anything clearly.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Miss, I heard that there is an immortal master with great magical powers on the north street of the city, who specializes in recruiting young men and women with spiritual roots as disciples, do you want to give it a try?" At the same time, a middle-aged woman's slightly hurried voice came, it seemed that she had just run back to convey the news.

"Okay, Wang Ma, you wait for me, I'll come out immediately!" Wang Ximo seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, immediately cleaned it up, and wanted to step out.

"Sister Ximo, you can't play with me like this," Yang Zhen said softly with an aggrieved face.

"Hehe, if you want to go and have a look, wait for me to go out and then come out, we will wait for you outside the academy, hehe, my sister will go first!" Wang Ximo said and smiled back, and walked away in a grand manner.

"Hehe!" Looking at Wang Ximo's departing back, Yang Zhen immediately showed a determined expression, "Sister Ximo, I'm determined to you!"

Not long after Wang Ximo left, Yang Zhen gently pushed open the door and looked around, there was no one, so he left the room and ran towards the outside of the academy. As a result, Wang Ximo was really waiting for him there, but there was a kind-hearted Wang Ma.

"Let's go, Yang Zhen!" Seeing Yang Zhen come out, Wang Ximo said lightly, it really looked like a cold lady, as if nothing had happened before.

But in Yang Zhen's heart, he had to admire her so much that he threw himself to the ground! He immediately walked side by side with Wang Ximo to the street in front of him.

They didn't go far before they saw a dense crowd on the street, and the three of them immediately quickened their pace.

After a short time, the three of them arrived at the main road of East Street, only to see that at the corner of the street, a small-nosed yellow-shirted Taoist priest about thirty years old was sitting behind a desk, and nearly 100 young boys and girls lined up in front of him, looking at the yellow-shirted Taoist priest with blank eyes.

On the desk in front of the Taoist priest was an octagonal array plate the size of a foot, with sharp edges and corners. Every boy or girl put his left hand on the array plate when he passed by, and the yellow-shirted Taoist priest just looked at the array plate with an expressionless face, and when he saw that there was no reaction, he replaced the next one.

Those who put their hands on the array plate and did not react to the octagonal array plate were all people who had no spiritual roots, and they all looked depressed and sighed that God was unfair. But the immortal path is ethereal, and there is no one in a hundred who has a spiritual root, but it cannot be forced.

Although Yang Zhen had long heard that the Immortal Master had come to the city to recruit disciples, this was the first time he had seen it. It is said that anyone under the age of 20 can go and test whether they have a spiritual root.

"Let's go, let's go and try it in line!" Wang Ximo said and walked straight over and stood at the back of the line.

Since most of the people in the small town knew Wang Ximo's identity, seeing that she was also here at this moment, the onlookers immediately gave way. Some men even looked at her intently, causing quite a stir.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen hurriedly followed closely, but he was sweating profusely in his heart, these are all his rivals, it seems that he can't slack off in the future.

Yang Zhendong looked around, and suddenly saw a quite familiar face in the team in front of him, and he was turning his head to Wang Ximo and nodding with a smile, his heart immediately jumped, this is not the little white face called impotence!