Dressed as a sick beauty

East Street.

Wen Qiushi picked up a wooden pier by the side of the road, wiped off the dust and used it as a seat, and took two exorcism talismans into the East Street pavement.

He had observed before that exorcism talismans were the best sellers, suitable for all ages, and they were indeed necessary magic talismans for monks to go out at home. He drew two exorcism talismans, and drew the rest on selected paper.

After Wen Qiushi inquired about the selling price of the talisman, he wanted to add three zeros to the end, but remembering that he was new here and wanted to talk about the virtues of the talisman, he tearfully subtracted a zero.

"Exorcism talisman, [-] pieces."

The seven big characters written in smooth and flowing water are written on wooden boards and erected in front of the stall.

The master selling talismans next to him took a look and said kindly: "Little friend, I think your talisman is not bad, it's a loss of 1 taels."

Wen Qiushi smiled: "It's a spirit stone."

His talisman is the prettiest kid on the street, it's worth it.

"..." Master Wang laughed dryly, "It's good for young people to have self-confidence when they first enter the Talisman Way."

The talisman seller on the other side saw that his expression was hard to describe, so he asked a question.

"It's okay," Master Wang said, "I met a little fool."

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Most of the talisman sellers on the street have been stationed on the East Street for a long time, and they are very familiar with each other. When no one is buying talismans, they gather together to chat.

When Wen Qiushi moved the wooden pier, he arrived uninvited.

"Little friend is a disciple of Tianzong, how do you call him?" Although talisman masters are rare and honored in the mainland, they are all junior talisman masters here, they have no airs and are very kind.

"The surname is Wen," Wen Qiu said.

Master Wang, who was selling talismans next to him, laughed: "You persuade him that the exorcism talisman costs [-] spirit stones, and high-level talismans are not worth that much!"

Wen Qiushi was practicing in a Taoist temple, and he had never heard of talisman levels. He estimated the power of the elementary talisman here, and said, "My talisman is no lower than a high-level talisman."

The surrounding talisman masters were taken aback for a moment, and they leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"There are many kinds of spiritual talismans in the cultivation world, which can be divided into elementary, middle, and high-grade grades, and further up, they are earth-level and heaven-level. As for the legendary god-level, it is said that the owner of the talisman once drew one, but this talisman is nowhere to be found. ,"

One person smiled and reminded, "Little friend, do you want to say that your talisman is a prefecture level?"

Earth talisman masters are already rare, there are no more than a hundred in the entire continent, who would come to the roadside to lower their status to set up a stall.

"It's not the earth level," Wen Qiushi mused, "Mine is at least a celestial talisman."

There was a pause of laughter all around, and Master Wang, who was next to him, looked at him, as if he was looking at a child of the fairy family who was innocent and ignorant of the world.

"Now there are only two people in the world who can make celestial talismans, Patriarch Fu and Lingzong Nanduyi, little friend Wen, you're so arrogant!"

Wen Qiushi was a little surprised when he heard Nan Duyi's name.

In the original book, Nanduyi has never written about making talismans, and I didn't expect such a high talent in talisman, but thinking about Nanduyi's extremely strong luck in the book, everything is logical.

When mentioning Nanduyi, many people showed admiration on their faces.

"Elder Nan is indeed No.1 after the talisman master. He is so talented that others cannot envy him!"

"I heard that the appearance is also very outstanding?"

"Sister Nan Qiluo was once the number one beauty in the cultivation world, so naturally he won't be far behind."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Nanzhang led the team to Lanyue City this time because of that treasure," the speaker lowered his voice after looking around, "That's the treasure that belonged to the Fuzhu during his lifetime!"

Hearing the word Fuzhu, Wen Qiushi pricked up his ears and listened for a while.

The Dao of Talisman Conference is held in Lanyue City every year, with the intention of providing a venue for the world's talisman masters to exchange talisman skills. During the period, there will be competitions, and all talisman masters will compete on the same stage to test and display their own talisman skills.Since its establishment, many talisman masters have become famous at the conference, and the rewards are generous, which is very attractive to all talisman masters.

And this year's Fubi, because of a piece of news that spread not long ago, shocked the entire Fujie, setting off a frenzy of participating in Fubi.

"You mean the Tianzhuan pen? I heard some rumors. This is a special pen for the talisman master to draw talismans, or it was carved by the Holy Master himself from the sacred wood. The Northern Territory is really willing!"

"It's not that the Northern Territory is willing, but the Lord of the Northern Territory is willing. The Tianzhuan pen is always in his hand. If he wants to keep it, he will throw it on the ground and others will not dare to pick it up."

"Sigh, I didn't expect him to hate the talisman owner to such an extent. We, the Holy One, know how to feel about it."

"Be quiet, this kind of thing is not something we can judge."

......

As the evening approached, the streets became more and more lively.

Wen Qiushi, Master Wang on the left and Master Zhang on the right, have already sold hundreds of talismans. Looking sideways, Xiaoyou Wen is sitting on the tree stump with his chin propped up and his head tilted, apparently sleeping soundly.

The two shook their heads secretly, and when they looked away, they suddenly saw a young man swaying in the street, and hurriedly pushed him: "Wake up, little friend Wen!"

Wen Qiushi was pushed left and right, opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, and heard someone say: "Here comes the person who can afford [-] spirit stones!"

Wen Qiushi was startled, his eyes scanned the street, and his eyes lightened slightly when he saw the figure he had seen in the restaurant.

"This stall, this stall, this stall..."

Jia Tang walked along the street, tapping the stalls selling talismans with a folding fan along the way, "I bought them all."

The servant behind him said while throwing spirit stones: "Young master, will you buy too much? The pavilion master wants you to find an outstanding talisman master, not to buy talismans for storage."

"If you want to talk more, isn't this dad coming soon, and there is no time to find a talisman teacher, so I can only buy talismans to recharge!"

Jia Tang closed the fan, and his handsome face revealed an impetuous look, "I am always restless today, sometimes magpies fall on my shoulders, sometimes dark clouds approach, don't bother me."

The boy was startled, and said: "Young master, if you feel something is wrong, please say something nice, and get rid of the bad luck!"

He has been around since he was a child, and knows the young master of the Jia family like the back of his hand.

Jia Tang always wins every bet, and whatever he wishes to say, nine out of ten will come true, which makes the well-informed Pavilion Master Jia amazed again and again.

Jia Tang covered his heart, and the five storage rings on his fingers were dazzling, which attracted many passers-by to show envious expressions.

"I feel like I'm going to meet a god today," Jia Tang muttered as if no one was around, as if he was singing some kind of unfathomable, "either she's a beauty, or..."

When Jia Tang raised his head, his eyes caught a glimpse of a slender figure.

The man was wearing a blue fox mask and a sky cloud suit, with black hair and snow skin, and a pair of slender and beautiful hands exposed outside.

Jia Tang paused in place, suddenly enlightened.

It turns out that I have met my destined person!

He stepped forward resolutely: "I bought the talisman at this stall."

"[-] pieces?" The attendant who followed closely looked at the vertical boards in front of the stall, his eyes widened, "Master, this is treating people like idiots!"

"Quiet, I have a deep meaning," Jia Tang said impatiently, turning to the stall owner and whispering, "Are there only these two talismans?"

Wen Qiushi's cheeks were hidden behind the mask, and he raised his eyebrows.

If you buy a talisman and don’t stare at the talisman, what do you stare at him for? It’s hard to see the fox mask, "If you want other talismans, I can draw them for you right away."

When Jia Tang heard Qingyue's voice, he frowned, with a look of confusion on his face,

Why do you sound like a man?

He pondered for a while, then smiled as if he had suddenly realized, "What kind of talisman do you draw?"

Wen Qiushi: "It depends on what talisman you want."

"If I don't want the talisman, I want something else." Jia Tang stretched out his hand, covering Wen Qiushi's hand holding the talisman paper, and rubbed his thumb cautiously and suggestively.

Wen Qiushi: "..." Something is wrong.

In the original book, important male supporting roles such as Mu Qingyuan and Chu Baiyang have admiration for Nandu Yiming both secretly and secretly.But Jia Tang only liked girls from the beginning to the end, probably because of this, he seemed incompatible with Nan Duyi's camp.

In the decisive battle at the end, Jia Tang, who is the owner of the Tiandi Pavilion, did not help each other, but to a certain extent, if he didn't make a move, he was helping Gu Moze in disguise.

Jia Tang carefully touched a hand as white as jade, and the corners of his lips raised slowly.

The touch is delicate, the skin is smooth, it's right for a woman to disguise herself as a man, but if she can hide it from others, she can't hide it from him.With his battle-tested vision, this must be a beauty, and his intuition was indeed right!

Jia Tang suddenly found the treasure, with a look of excitement.

In Wen Qiushi's eyes that were gradually narrowing, he asked cracklingly: "My sister's name?" Pick it up, let me see the beauty next time?"

"Master! What nonsense are you talking about!" The attendant hurriedly interrupted, "It looks like a male disciple!"

"Are you as observant as I am? When did I miss what I said?" Jia Tang pointed at Wen Qiu's bright wrist. "How can there be a male disciple with such delicate skin and tender flesh? Besides, he is not as tall as me."

The corner of Wen Qiushi's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, Jia Tang pushed the attendant away, and leaned in front of him: "Well, you take off the mask, and I even bought the unpainted talisman paper."

"Young master must not!"

"roll."

Pedestrians on the street stopped, watching this scene, they were all outraged, Jia Tang is a complete bully.

"Anyway, it's the young master of Tiandi Pavilion, acting like this in broad daylight, bah!"

"The owner of the pavilion dotes on this kid too much, and he has grown into an arrogant and self-indulgent prodigal son. Fortunately, there are many brothers and sisters, otherwise the Tiandi Pavilion will be destroyed by him sooner or later."

"I've heard that he is a prodigal son, but seeing him today, it's more than that! He is a scum of a family member! No wonder all sects and sects reject him, even if he has money."

......

The accusations were overwhelming, and Jia Tang, who was about to be drowned in saliva, did not change his expression and turned a deaf ear to it. Only Qiu Shi didn't say a word, thinking that he had frightened people, and said immediately: "I swear by my name, and I will test whether it is true or not. Just take off the mask and let me see."

"Of course," Jia Tang waved the folding fan in his hand, and he looked like a human being with the fancy clothes and hats. "It's not impossible if you want to spend a good night with my young master."

Wen Qiushi: "Are you so sure that I'm a female disciple?"

Jia Tang had a deep meaning: "My intuition is not wrong, and my words are not wrong."

Wen Qiushi nodded: "Okay, just pick it up."

Jia Tang beamed with joy, and then heard a "thump—" sound.

Wen Qiushi rested his right foot on the edge of the table, and put his left foot on the sidelines. His slender and straight legs were stretched across Jia Tang's face, his toes were shaking slightly, and he looked at him like an old man.

"The spirit stone is not enough, add more."

Jia Tang's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that it wasn't my younger sister, but my older sister, so wild.

he likes......

"Master, it's not worth it! No more! He clearly treats you as a fool..."

"Fuck off."

Jia Tang took the storage bag from the boy's waist and kicked it away, "Take off the mask, the 50 spirit stones inside are all yours!"

The swearing around gradually weakened, and Jia Mei's eyes changed from a bully to a money-scattering boy, and his expression was indescribable.

Loser thing!

Let go of that disciple and come to me if you have the ability!

Watching from all around, Wen Qiushi put aside the storage bag Jia Tang handed over, "Suddenly I don't want Lingshi anymore."

Everyone: "?" Are you stupid!

"I see something about you,"

Wen Qiushi's eyes flickered slightly. In the original book, Jia Tang is sure to win every bet, and he is also very confident in his ability in this area. How about, "Why don't we make a bet, if I am not the female disciple you think, you give that thing to me." I."

Jia Tang: "Master has too many treasures, what do you want?"

Wen Qiushi pointed to his hand: "I want a storage ring."

"Absolutely not! It's just absurd!"

It was rare for Jia Tang not to interrupt the boy, staring at the glamorous storage ring on his finger, showing a bit of hesitation under the boy's desperate persuasion.

He has five storage rings in total, and the value cannot be measured by spirit stones. Although he can't lose, if he really loses, his father will know, and he can open his ass.

While hesitating, Jia Tang heard a sneer: "Forget it. Why don't you call my good brother, and I'll throw away the mask."

The boy nodded repeatedly: "This is good!"

"What a fart," Jia Tang was furious, "this man is deliberately humiliating me and using aggressive methods on me!"

Boy: "Young Master Shengming, you will never fall for such a lowly..."

Jia Tang: "Okay! Just bet on the storage ring!"

The boy's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Can I pick it off now?" Jia Tang waited with wide-eyed eyes. Unexpectedly, the man with arms crossed raised his delicate chin at him. "You come to pick it up. At least it's a storage ring."

Jia Tang was stunned for a moment, automatically ignoring the last sentence, his cheeks blushed involuntarily, and evaded, "I'll pick it myself, won't it be too abrupt..."

Wen Qiushi spat out a word: "Pick."

Jia Tang hastily stretched out his hand, pinched the fox mask with trembling fingertips, and slowly took it off.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and behind the mask, a face as white as frost and snow was exposed.

The young man's long eyelashes lifted slightly, and he smiled wantonly.

The beauty is extremely beautiful, but Jia Tang only felt a rumble, and his blood turned into ice and snow in the cold winter.

guessed wrong?

Guessed wrong?

He actually lost the bet one day? !

Jia Tang, who believed in gambling luck since he was a child, was hit hard for a moment, but the horror was still behind. His hand was raised, and the young man in front of him imitated his appearance before, and gently rubbed the back of his hand .

Jia Tang: "?"

don't want!do not come!

He withdrew his hand like avoiding a snake and scorpion, and Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows: "I can't afford to lose."

Jia Tang had no choice but to stop his movements, and snorted, "My lord is not that kind of person."

"I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat, not bad,"

Wen Qiushi boasted, glanced at the five storage rings, glanced at the blue storage ring on Jia Tang's middle finger, then at the ink color next to him, took off the green ring from his finger, "That's it."

Jia Tang's heart was pierced by a knife, and he was relieved when he saw this. He didn't like blue and ink colors very much.

"These two talismans are given to you." Wen Qiushi generously put the exorcism talisman in his hand, "I will teach you two tricks in the future."

Jia Tang casually mixed the two talismans into a pile of talismans, and looked deeply at Wen Qiushi while tossing out the contents of the storage ring.

He looked dignified, as if he was facing the enemy of his life.

Jia Tang's talent in cultivation is not high, and his ability in making talismans and refining weapons is mediocre, but if he is good, no one else can match him, that is luck!

He is sure to win every gamble, and he can fall on cheat books when he walks and falls into pits. Whatever he wishes, especially after he speaks out, nine out of ten will come true.

But today, he lost.

Words don't work anymore.

Jia Tang couldn't help suspecting that this man wearing a fox mask was overpowering him!

After willing to bet and handed over the storage ring, Jia Tang whispered a few words to the servant, and the servant left in a hurry, he found a chair and sat in front of Wen Qiushi's booth.

Seeing this situation, everyone on the street could not help but wait for a while since the matter is not yet over.

After a while, the boy came back with the things from the casino.

"Come, bet with me."

Jia Tang put a pile of crystal-clear spirit stones on the table, and pushed half of them in front of Wen Qiushi, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, "The next win will be yours, and the loss will be mine, and you will not lose."

Today I have to figure out how he lost.

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Try."

In the original novel, a certain protagonist always loses every bet, while Jia Tang always wins every bet.

He also wanted to know if Jia Tang still had the mysterious European spirit in the original novel when facing him as a foreign soul.

The dice cup turns.

Dong, press between the two.

"Big."

"Small."

......

When Tianzong disciples came to the East Street to search for people, they saw a large group of people surrounded a certain place, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

Zhang Jianjian stood on tiptoe, unable to see the scene inside, was jumping up, when Mu Qingyuan pushed him down with one hand, "Look for Uncle Seven first."

Zhang Jianjian looked away resentfully, at this moment, he heard two familiar voices sounding at the same time, coming from the surrounding corner.

"size!"

Then there was a chaotic booing sound, as well as the young man's whining and another man's wild laughter.

Mu Qingyuan frowned and squeezed in. Zhang Jianjian and others followed closely behind. A large wave of Tianzong disciples rushed over, and the onlookers gave way curiously.

The disciples walked to the front and saw the elder they were looking for sitting on a wooden pier.

The young man really didn't have much sitting posture at the moment, with his slender waist bent lazily, his snow-white chin resting on the edge of the table, his mouth slightly puckered, his whole body was like frost beating an eggplant.

With a light movement of his fingers, he transferred the last Lingshi in front of him to Jia Tang, "Here you are."

Hundreds of spirit stones were wiped out, and they didn't win once.

Wen Qiushi was slightly hit.

On the opposite side, Jia Tang's face was illuminated by a pile of spiritual stones, and he looked proud, and his confidence was rekindled.

It really was a coincidence.

He still wins every bet.

Wen Qiushi was dejected, got up with a sleepy look, and suddenly glanced at the people in the crowd wearing Tianyun clothes. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he was like a dead tree in spring.

What about Gu Moze?

Where is the little unlucky guy who loses every bet? !

Xu Shi heard the urgent call in his heart, and a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Uncle." Gu Moze stood behind him, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

Wen Qiu looked back in an instant and saw the savior.

"One more round!" Wen Qiushi rolled up his sleeves imposingly, revealing his dazzlingly white forearms.

The next moment, the sleeve was pulled down again.

Gu Moze looked at him with deep eyes: "No."

Wen Qiushi didn't know how to roll up his sleeves to offend Gu Moze, he was a little depressed, but at this time, he had something to ask for, especially easy to talk to.

"All right."

Jia Tang looked at a group of Tianzong acquaintances, and when he glanced at Wenqiu suspiciously, he felt even more weird, "It's useless to play another game, not to mention that you have no spirit stones, and you have to spend your own money to bet any more."

There were so many people on the opposite side, especially when Gu Moze and Mu Qingyuan were present, Jia Tang deliberately slipped away.

But Wen Qiushi made a bet that made him unable to leave.

"Storage ring," Wen Qiushi turned the swivel ring, "use it to gamble."

Jia Tang turned around: "Come on!"

He took off the comparable storage ring and pressed it on the table.

There was an uproar all around.

"Is the storage ring something cheap? The kind that can be used as a bet?"

"I thought Jia Tang was sick, but I didn't expect the disciples of the sect to be sick that day. I saw him from the beginning to the end. He didn't win once. Where did he have the courage to press the storage ring?!"

"Are you crazy? Send it back before it's warm?!"

The disciples of Tianzong realized it later, their eyes wandered back and forth around the two storage rings, and after confirming that one of them belonged to Wen Qiushi, their hearts began to bleed.

"Elder Wen, think twice!"

"This can rebuild most of the Tianzong!"

"This will be Zongbao! Tianzong's most precious thing! No, Elder!!"

Facing Zhang Jianjian and the others, who were crying and howling, Wen Qiushi ignored it, and came to Gu Moze and asked, "What do you think is going to be big or small?"

His nonsensical actions stunned the audience, and their eyes circled back and forth between the two in doubt.

Gu Moze was equally confused: "Why do you ask me?"

"Because I believe in you,"

Wen Qiushi took off the ring, and said word by word, "I only believe in you."

Gu Moze opened his eyes slightly, his heart was beating fast, as if he had heard some fascinating love words, which made him a little unbelievable.

Just trust him...

With so many people here, the young man ignored him and stood in front of him, trusting him unconditionally.

A strange emotion surged in Gu Moze's heart, as if he was filled with something warm, his voice was slightly hoarse: "What if I guessed wrong."

He had never gambled before, so he wasn't sure to guess correctly, he could tell that Wen Qiushi liked that storage ring very much.

"It's okay to guess wrong, isn't it just a storage ring?"

The young man looked at him with a smile, and his figure was reflected in his autumn eyes, as if he was the only one in his eyes and his heart at this moment.

Gu Moze was stunned, resisting the urge to hug him into his arms, and said in a low voice for a while, "Okay."

Wen Qiushi nodded in relief: "Come on, tell me loudly what you think is the correct answer!"

Gu Moze's heart beat like a drum, and under his encouragement, he slowly uttered a word.

"Big--"

"Okay!" Wen Qiushi was ecstatic, and then under the gentle gaze of Gu Moze and everyone's gaze, he resolutely pressed the storage ring on the side of the table with the word "small".

"Eliminate a wrong answer! I'm under pressure!!!"