When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

Three days later, Yi Xichen and Changsun Zijun were walking in the Jinge Bazaar under Tianjian Mountain.

There are only a few days left before the sword competition, and the props Yi Xichen wants to refine are still short of fairy materials, so he can only go to the market to find them.

The eldest grandson Zijun walked beside Yi Xichen, a little listless.

In 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, men don't have penis.These common-sense questions have seriously refreshed Changsun Zijun's worldview (Yi Xichen said that I was seriously refreshed by you)!

The eldest grandson Zijun already knew that he was the one who had the problem, and after calming down and thinking carefully, he felt that the world today is more reasonable, but the world in his mind has many strange things.In order to survive in this world, Changsun Zijun had to accept Yi Xichen's correction and adapt to this world again.

However, this feeling is not very good. Although there are many differences between the two worlds, there are also 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 get some air.

"Follow me closely, don't run around casually." Yi Xichen urged.The eldest grandson 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. He is afraid that an inattentive eldest grandson will conjure two children for him Call mom, he must be crazy!

The eldest grandson Jun curled his lips.Taking advantage of the fact that there were fewer people around, he quickly walked to an empty 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 that the golden gun will never fall.

Because he was worried that the grandson Zijun would cause some trouble, except when he was sleeping, Yi Xichen watched over him every step of the way.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 going to be hard and swollen.

As soon as he turned around, Yi Xichen stood behind him, staring at him covetously: "I told you to follow me closely, why did you run away as soon as you turned around!"

The eldest grandson Zijun was almost intimidated by him—of course, he would be thankful if he could be scared—he pulled his clothes awkwardly, pretending to be nonchalant: "Oh."

Jinge Bazaar is very lively and full of people.This is the largest market in the south of the Yangtze River, and nearby ascetics will come here to trade, sell excess spirit stones and magic weapons, in exchange for the fairy materials they need.

Yi Xichen was attracted by the dazzling array of commodities and wanted to buy too many things. Unfortunately, he and Changsun Zijun had very few spirit stones, so they could only exchange for the most scarce commodities.

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

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

The stall owner was a young man in a dark blue Taoist robe. He placed a large turntable of spirit stones on the ground and yelled: "Come, come, come, bet and let go, turn to the blue lottery, and you can take twice as many spirit stones!" ; If you switch to the red lottery, you can take away ten times the spirit stone; if you turn to the white lottery, then I’m sorry, the spirit stone belongs to me. Which Taoist leader wants to try it?”

Most of the Lingshi big turntable is white sticks, about one-fifth of the place is blue sticks, and about one-twentieth of the place is painted with red sticks.This is a common gambling game in the bazaar.The person who set up the stall is the banker, and according to the normal probability, the banker always makes money, but this kind of game is still very popular among 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 started to spin automatically, at a very fast speed at first, and then gradually slowed down.The people around watched with bated breath. The speed of the turntable was getting slower and slower. When it turned to the red sign, it seemed to be unable to turn.

The rogue cultivator's eyes were shining, his fists were already clenched, and seeing that he was about to get ten times as many spirit stones, he was annoyed why he didn't gamble with the big one just now.However, the turntable finally crossed the red check and stopped on the white check.

There was a sigh of relief all around.

"Tsk tsk." The stall owner said regretfully, "It was just a little bit close, what a pity. Do you want to gamble again?"

The casual cultivator who missed the red sign was of course unwilling to stop, and threw another spirit stone down.This time, the turntable narrowly crossed the blue sign, but stopped on the white sign.

"Ouch!" The stall owner patted his thigh, with a look of sincere feeling for the customers, "It seems that the Taoist chief's luck is not very good today!"

The casual cultivator was in a hurry: "I still don't believe it! Come again!"

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

Sanxiu's eyes turned red, he 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 pit: "One more time! I don't believe I can't turn over today!"

One mid-level spirit stone can be exchanged for about twenty primary spirit stones. Even if he can't transfer to the red lottery, as long as he can transfer to the blue lottery, he can still earn money today.

Looking at the clothing and sword of this casual cultivator, one can tell that he is not a well-developed person. For him, an intermediate spirit stone is already considered a big bargaining chip.The onlookers held their breath and stared intently at the turntable.It's a pity that there was no suspense in this hand. When the turntable started to slow down, it had already missed the blue lottery and was still far away from the red lottery. Finally, it stopped in a large area of ​​white lottery.

Sanxiu was impatient: "You turntable, there is no fraud!"

The stall owner immediately widened his copper bell eyes: "You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! I am a dignified disciple of the Xuanling Sect, and I still cheated on you with these two small spirit stones? This is a rotating shaft made of Xuanhuo stone. Turn, I haven't touched the turntable from the beginning to the end, everyone can see it! Why do you play if you can't afford to lose?"

The stall owner was wearing a red Taoist robe, which was indeed the disciple uniform of Xuanling Sect.Xuanlingmen is the largest cultivation sect in the south of the Yangtze River besides Tianjianmen. The rules of the sect are strict. If any disciple dares to cheat, he will be kicked out of Xuanlingmen.It is impossible for someone to take the risk of being expelled from the sect to cheat a few small spirit stones in the market, so although the casual cultivator did lose a lot, the crowd who watched felt that he was out of luck.

"Why are you playing if you can't afford to lose?" A bystander said contemptuously, "The people from the Xuanling Sect still lie to you as a casual cultivator? Look at you, a middle-level spirit stone has become like this in such a hurry, why come to the market! "

"That's it."

The casual cultivator was pointed at by the crowd, lost face after losing the Lingshi, his face was dull, he squeezed out of the crowd and left 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: "Don't worry, just wait a few more rounds."

People kept throwing spirit stones on the turntable. There were many losers, but there were also winners. Both the blue and red tickets were transferred. A female monk was the first to throw a primary spirit stone into the red lottery and won ten. She was very happy and gambled a few more times, but unfortunately, her luck was not so good later, and all the won spirit stones were lost, so she stopped gambling.

Daoxiu pays attention to self-restraint, very few people pester him endlessly, win or lose, and stop when he is done playing. People in the stall come and go, and it is always lively.

After an hour, the stall owner had already made a lot of money.He looked up and saw Yi Xichen and Changsun Zijun standing aside, with a vigilant expression on their faces: "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?" Am I going to leave this place?"

Yi Xichen said with a smile: "Play, why not play, play now!"

He weighed the purse in his hand, which contained about sixty or seventy primary spirit stones and ten intermediate spirit stones.The disciples of their medicine pavilion are not treated well, and these spirit stones have been saved for many years by saving money. I thought this time I would buy some black iron that can strengthen the sword, but now, Yi Xichen decided to take all the spirit stones away. It's all used to gamble on the roulette.

He took out a spirit stone, and was about to throw it into the groove of the turntable, when he suddenly withdrew his hand: "This senior from the Xuanling Sect, what's your name?"

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

"Oh, Brother Fang." Yi Xichen said, "I just looked at it for a while, and the people who come to your roulette today to try their luck don't seem to be very lucky. Is there really nothing wrong with your roulette?"

Fang Youde started to stare again: "It's okay for others to talk nonsense, you are a disciple of Tianjianmen, do you still want to question our Xuanlingmen's success? I set up a stall here to gamble on the reputation of Xuanlingmen, and I will never Do sneaky things!"

"You are willing to bet on the reputation of the Xuanling Sect, but I am afraid that the Xuanling Sect may not be willing to let a young disciple of the sect casually gamble it out."

Fang Youde became angry: "Are you here to play, or to mess things up?"

"Of course I came to play." Yi Xichen loosened his fingers, and the first spirit stone fell into the groove, and the turntable started to spin automatically.

Amidst the sound of turning, he always had a harmless smile on his face: "It's just that Senior Brother Fang's words are a bit endless, and I don't need the reputation of the Xuanling Sect. In case Senior Brother Fang cheats, how can I compensate me? "

There were a lot of people watching, especially seeing the disciples of the two sects colliding, there were even more people watching.Fang Youde's head was sweating, 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?"

The cold sweat on Fang Youde's head grew even more: "You! Are you extorting money!"

Yi Xichen shrugged: "Since you have never cheated, what is the difference between ten times and a hundred times?"

Fang Youde swallowed his saliva, his voice trembled uncontrollably under the inquiring gazes of the crowd, but he still insisted on saying: "A hundred times is a hundred times, I won't cheat, and you shouldn't be fooled if you can't afford to lose." !"

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

——Red sign!