When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

Fang Youde was the happiest person when he saw that it was transferred to a red ticket.He didn't know why he was so guilty about these two disciples of Tianjianmen. It stands to reason that he would not be caught, but Yi Xichen's confident appearance made him too uneasy.

Fang Youde put on a smiling face: "Look, this senior brother is really lucky. He was transferred to the red ticket as soon as he came up. Just now he said that I was cheating. If I cheated, you can't accept a bunch of white tickets." ?”

Yi Xichen was very determined: "Don't worry, I'll keep playing."

Changsun Zijun stood aside, looking at Yi Xichen thoughtfully.The Yi Xichen in front of him was different from the Yi Xichen in his memory.This one is bright and cheerful, with a little bit of bad water in her stomach.And the one in memory is weak and tangled.Gu Ying felt sorry for himself.He loves Yi Xichen, but this kind of love is brainless and forced by external forces. He has never thought about why or questioned it before.

Looking back now, those eight years in my memory are blurry and inexplicable.

He recalled the days earlier.When he was young, he and Yi Xichen practiced and grew up in the Medicine Pavilion, living in poverty.The disciples of Jianjian Pavilion are all the favored ones of heaven, they only need to concentrate on practicing every day, and they have enough supplies, so they don't have to worry about anything.The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion have to do a lot of miscellaneous work, 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 always looks like the sky is falling and doesn't take it to heart, but in fact he has more ghosts than anyone else, and whoever dares to find fault with them, Yi Xichen must have many ghosts to trick people.

Even after a hard day, even though he was beaten all over by monsters in the valley and failed to pick up a few useful herbs, Yi Xichen always looked 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 off his face and said in a cheerful and confident tone: "Zijun, we will become very strong."

"Ah."

"It's so strong that no one can beat it."

"Ah."

"Will we still be together then?"

"meeting."

"Hahahaha, let's go, go back to practice swords!"

The grandson Zijun came back to his senses, and his eyes once again fell on Yi Xichen's face with a sly smile.The boy back then should have grown up like this, not the blurred face in his memory.In this case, it is only natural that he loves him so much.

Yi Xichen kept throwing spirit stones into the turntable.These spirit stones are all his possessions. Usually, if he loses one, he will feel distressed for a long time, but now he doesn't blink, and throws in one after another.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 only a few intermediate spirit stones are left.

Fang Youde was stunned.He had never seen such a guest before, and he didn't care about winning or losing at all, as if the only purpose was to throw all the spirit stones into the turntable.

Yi Xichen quickly threw away his spirit stones, and more and more people gathered around to see what the hell he was going to do.

Yi Xichen shrugged at Sun Zijun: "Hey, do you still have Lingshi? Give them all to me."

The eldest grandson Zijun didn't even want to untie his money bag and hand it over - handing over property to his wife is the most basic quality of a man.

As he lost more and more, the smile on Yi Xichen's face became brighter and brighter, but Fang Youde's head was sweating more and more.

Finally, Yi Xichen threw the last spirit stone into the groove, and the turntable gradually stopped and landed on the white sign.He had nothing but two empty purses left.

Fang Youde wiped the sweat off his face and said with an embarrassed smile: "Senior brother, are you still playing?"

"No more. But I found something interesting. Do you want to know, Senior Brother Fang?" He raised his voice, "Do you want to know?"

Fang Youde started to stare again.

"This blue ticket accounts for one-fifth of the total number of tickets, right? The red ticket accounts for one-twentieth of the total number of tickets, right?"

Fang Youde had no choice but to poke his neck and say, "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 tickets, one red ticket, and fifteen white tickets. 160 six sets, a total of 630 two sets, only 64 times to the blue lottery, and six times to the red lottery. That is to say, the probability of actually being transferred to the blue lottery is only 600/[-], and the red lottery is only [-] times. One percent." Yi Xichen put a smile on his face, "Senior Brother Fang, one person has bad luck. These one hundred people have played more than [-] games, and all of them have bad luck. Are you a little too smooth?"

There was an uproar around!

The rogue cultivator who had wandered away just now came back, and after hearing Yi Xichen's words, he squeezed back into the center of the crowd, blushing and yelling thickly, "I just said he was cheating! He must be cheating! Give me back my spirit stone!"

A monk said: "You really counted more than 600 discs? You didn't make it up yourself, did you?"

Yi Xichen glanced at him lazily: "Is this Taoist priest and Senior Brother Fang on the same team? You were the one who spoke when the Taoist priest questioned Senior Brother Fang earlier. Come back six times, as long as someone raises a question, you can't afford to humiliate the other party."

The monk's face turned red 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 is determined to find fault? You are talking in plain language, and you say that you can count as many as you want. Anyway, no one else is counting. You can take it." What evidence? I am a dignified disciple of the Xuanqing Sect. I cannot tolerate your slander. No matter how much you dare to pester me, it is your Heavenly Sword Sect who is going to provoke our Xuanqing Sect! Which elder's disciple are you?"

Yi Xichen raised his finger and shook it: "Don't be in a hurry to threaten me, I'm about to present evidence." He bent down and pulled off the Qiankun bag attached to the side of the turntable.All the spirit stones put into the turntable will automatically enter into this Qiankun bag, and those who win will be rebates, and those who lose will be kept.

Fang Youde hurriedly tried to stop him, but Yi Xichen quickly opened the Qiankun bag and fell on the turntable, piling up a small mountain.

"If it's really one-fifth of the blue ticket and one-twentieth of the red ticket, double the blue ticket and ten times the red ticket, according to common sense, you, the banker, should only be able to earn one-tenth of the profit. It is a bet of ten spirit stones, and you earn one. I count that you have set up a stall since Chenshi, and now at two and a half hours, the turntable keeps turning, and you can play thousands of games, and the spirit stones you earn ..." Yi Xichen glanced at the hill of spirit stones, "Is there six or seven hundred here?"

Looking at such a high hill, the anger of the people around has been ignited, and some people shouted to invite the elders of Xuanqingmen to uphold justice.The monk who spoke for Fang Youde just now desperately wanted to get out of the crowd, but was blocked by the human wall and couldn't get out.

"I brought these spirit stones myself! Not only did I win!" Fang Youde was still arguing, "You still have no evidence!"

"It's very simple, take your turntable apart and let me see if it's the real black flint inside, won't the matter be clear?"

Fang Youde hugged the turntable tightly: "It costs ten high-level spirit stones to make such a turntable. You take it apart and see, if the inside is really black flint, will you pay me ten high-level spirit stones?"

"Then see if I will pay you ten high-level spirit stones, or you will pay me a hundred times the bet."

Amidst the denunciation of the crowd, Fang Youde had to hand over the turntable, Yi Xichen's eyes lit up, he rolled up his sleeves, and took down the turntable.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 can make one with some fairy materials from Yaobudu when he goes back, and earning spirit stones in the future will not have to be so hard.

However, when the turntable was disassembled, what was stuck in the center of the rotating shaft turned out to be a red glowing black flint!

Seeing this result, all the onlookers were stunned.

A scheming smile flashed across Fang Youde's face, and he rushed over to grab Yi Xichen's lapel, but before he could touch Yi Xichen's arm, he was pulled by the scabbard on his chin, and fell on his back.

The eldest grandson Zijun said with a blank expression, "Hands are slippery."

Fang Youde clutched his red chin and said inarticulately, "You! Pay me ten high-level spirit stones!"

Yi Xichen took out the black flint stone and held it in his palm.

Fang Youde's face immediately turned pale: "Put down the black fire stone! Just one black fire stone is worth twenty high-level spirit stones, can you afford it!"

Yi Xichen smiled and said, "Since I already owe you ten, it's about twenty more." He squeezed his palm hard, and the black fire stone cracked. He spread his palm, the red light receded, and there was a black cloud inlaid in the center of the gemstone. iron.

Immediately, there was an uproar of people around.

Fang Youde threw himself upwards, trying to escape with the sword, but Changsun Zijun's hand slipped lightly again, and he was hit hard on the head, falling all over the place.

Yi Xichen jumped on top of him and patted his face: "Don't run away, aren't you betting on the dignity of Xuanqingmen? As I said earlier, I am afraid that the elders of Xuanqingmen will not agree with you casually disposing of the sect. Bet your dignity. Don’t you still want to go to our Heavenly Sword Gate to find our elders? Do you want me to show you the way?”

Fang Youde's face was ashamed.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted: "People from Xuanqingmen are here!"