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Chapter 53

Get back to business.

After accompanying a cat and a fox for half an hour, Yu Xian finally satisfied them.

Yu Xian, who was free, finally had the opportunity to try his previous conjecture about the "chivalrous" character.

Turning around the street, Yu Xian turned into a hidden alley.

He had just spent some spirit stones before he asked the two disciples about the location of a few gambling houses.

Unlike in previous lives, there is no explicit prohibition in the matter of gambling in the cultivation world.

However, in the sense that small gambling is pleasant and big gambling is harmful, the two worlds still have something in common.

After years of practice, many monks have some accumulated emotions in their hearts.

Cultivation is not about having no desires and no desires, but more about one's own strength or the ethereal freedom.

And the best way to relieve the depression in your heart is to vent.

It's a great way to vent your emotions at the top or at the bottom.

Yu Xian quickly walked to the end of the alley and saw the compound with a plaque.

In the mouths of those two monks, this gambling house is a must, the service is the most considerate, and it is also the favorite gambling house of many monks.

Dark Incense Pavilion.

Looking at the three words engraved on the plaque, Yu Xian felt a little funny.

Isn't this the same virtue as the entertainment venues of the previous life?

For example, the famous White Horse Club, which is full of Prince Charming in shirts, rides casually, what rich, fast, music, ball, rich, mother, fire, flame, mountain, all, can be neat.

Another kind of man goes to what XXXX high-end XXXX, the name is high-end and elegant.

Yu Xian suddenly thought of an incident he had personally experienced in his previous life, he went out to travel alone in the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, and when he passed through a small remote city, he found a barber shop at night and wanted to cut his hair.

But they were told by the proprietress that they didn't do business.

Yu Xian didn't understand, and asked her what it meant to open a barber shop but not cut his hair? Could it be that the barber shop also engaged in regional discrimination?

In the end, a barber with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup smiled and said: "Little brother, we don't cut our hair, we only cut our heads~", "Don't

cut our hair?" and

"Only cut our heads?"

At that time, Yu Xian was stunned, and when he saw a few narrow smiles around him, he suddenly understood what kind of place this was, and then fled in the wilderness.

At this time, standing in front of the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, Yu Xian couldn't help but feel a feeling of "no one is a teenager anymore".

I used to be shy and shy, but I can face this kind of place so calmly.

The two little servants standing at the gate of the courtyard saw Yu Xian, and immediately stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically: "This immortal chief, but the first to come back to our Dark Fragrance Pavilion to have fun?"

Yu Xian nodded indifferently.

The little girl smiled, and while leading Yu Xian inside, he asked, "Does the fairy chief want to play dice first, or listen to Xiaoqu and drink?"

"Don't listen to music, don't drink, don't talk to girls about life."

"Good, good. The little guy smiled and hurriedly took Yu Xian to the courtyard on the left.

A loud noise could be heard in the distance.

"Big big

!", "Small!",

"All in!"

...

The spacious courtyard was filled with long tables and crowded with monks with different expressions, red-eyed and shouting hoarsely, without any monkly gesture.

Compared to the gamblers of the mortal world, they are only a little more gorgeously dressed.

"The immortal chief has something to call me. The little guy bowed and said, then silently stepped aside.

Yu Xian nodded, walked between the tables, and kept observing.

Or rather, looking for a target.

It didn't take long for Yu Xian to stop at a gaming table.

"Damn

!" At the table, Fang Hao couldn't help but scold when he saw the number of points shaken out by the dealer: "What a fucking hell, lose, lose!" Fang Hao

, who had completely gambled on red eyes, would not be able to calm down completely for a while, and he glared at the dealer viciously.

"Old Ghost Duan, aren't you out

of the old man!" Old Ghost Duan, who was happily collecting the spirit stones on the table, raised his head and squinted, and said in a disdainful tone: "Our Dark Incense Pavilion has been in business for hundreds of years, and we have always used reputation as a signboard, do we need to pay a thousand to deceive you about this little spirit stone?"

Fang Hao was embarrassed, and naturally knew in his heart that what Old Ghost Duan said was true, that dice cup was made of treasures that could isolate any spiritual qi and divine sense, and no one could fake it.

But the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

"Come again, come again!" he shouted, trying to get some spirit stones out of the storage bag, only to find that there were only some clothes left in the storage bag, which was already empty.

Seeing Fang Hao's uncertain expression, Old Ghost Duan chuckled lightly and asked, "Lost it all again?" Fang Hao

had a calm face and didn't say anything.

"Listen to the old man's advice, go back early, when you come back to gamble and have no money, you will mortgage all your magic weapons for spirit stones, and the last time it was the elixir used by your mother-in-law to break the realm, she was so angry that she lost the children in her belly, let alone a long time ago.

"I think you don't have anything to mortgage today, right?"

"I've gambled on my wife and children, but don't gamble on myself anymore."

Old Ghost Duan said a few words lightly, and then continued to open.

After a while, Fang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I still have a few life-saving elixirs."

As he spoke, he threw the bottle of elixir and came out.

Old Ghost Duan picked it up and glanced at it a few times, "Cheng, count your ten medium-grade spirit stones." Then

he continued to shake the dice.

Fang Hao pressed all the spirit stones on seven o'clock in one go, "All pressure!"

After a few breaths.

He was on the verge of going berserk with a white face again.

"Wait, wait for me to go to my mother-in-law again to ask for some spirit stones, I must win them back at once today!"

The pestle remained in place for a long time, Fang Hao shouted angrily, and turned to leave.

See him leave.

Gradually, some guests began to discuss.

"What a bad seed! For the sake of gambling, he lost his wife and children, and I heard that he also killed a lot of fellow brothers and sisters.

"Really?"

"That's not it, it's not all, which of the several fellow disciples who went out with him to do the task last time didn't look like they had eaten, and even one of his junior disciples was so bad that he lost his cultivation and became a waste!" "

That's really a little disgusting, although we are disciples of the Demon Sect, but it's not like this, we don't even have a bottom line, right?"

"The bottom line?

Under the discussion of everyone, Yu Xian also quietly followed.

......

About a quarter of an hour later.

In the mountains outside the bazaar.

Fang Hao, with a blue nose and swollen face, knelt on the ground, crying bitterly and begging for mercy.

"Don't bet, I really don't bet!" "

Really?" Yu Xian turned his fist and asked.

"Don't bet! I really don't dare to bet!" Fang

Hao responded with tears.

[Ding!