When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

Three days later, Yi Xichen and his grandson Zijun walked in the Jinge Bazaar under the Tianjian Mountain.

There is only a few days left until the sword meeting, and Yi Xichen's props that he wants to refine are still some fairy tales, so he can only go to the market to buy them.

Long Sun Zijun walked beside Yi Xichen, a little shy.

For the past three days, Yi Xichen has been trying to correct his worldview. For example, men will not be pregnant, for example, men will not come to the moon, for example, men will not have a virgin. These common-sense questions have seriously refreshed Chang Sunjun's worldview (Yi Xichen said that I am so badly refreshed by you)!

Long Sun Zijun already knew that the person in question was himself, and he calm down and thought carefully, but actually felt that the world is more reasonable today, but the world in his mind had a lot of strangeness. In order to survive in this world, Long Sun Zijun had to accept Yi Xichen's correction and re-adapt to this world.

However, this feeling is not very good. Although there are many differences between the two sides of the world, there are many overlaps. It is difficult for him to distinguish between what is true and what is false. After being brainwashed by Yi Xichen for three days, he was a little depressed, so taking this opportunity Yi Xichen took him out to breathe.

"Follow me, don't run around casually." Yi Xichen told. Long Sun Zijun is tired, and his heart is also very tired. The current long grandson Zijun is like a child. He has a sense of parental responsibility, for fear that an inattentive long grandson Sun Zijun will give him two children to control him. Call mom, he will be crazy!

Grandson Sun Zijun shook his lips. While there were fewer people around, he walked quickly to an unoccupied corner and rubbed his crotch. In fact, the thing that most annoys him now is not what is true or false, but his setting that the golden gun cannot fall.

Because he was worried that the grandson Zijun would cause any trouble, except when he was sleeping, Yi Xichen kept guarding him. So he had to be hard from morning to night every day, and he couldn't get rid of it. He felt that his little brother was almost swollen.

As soon as he turned around, Yi Xichen stood behind him, staring at him with an apprehensive look: "Tell you to follow me, why run away as soon as you turn around!"

Long Sun Zijun was almost frightened by him-of course he would be thankful if he could be frightened-he embarrassedly pulled his own clothes and pretended to be nothing: "Oh."

The Jin Ge Bazaar is very lively and crowded. This is the largest bazaar in Jiangnan, and nearby monks will come here to trade and sell excess spiritual stones and magic weapons in exchange for the needed immortals.

Yi Xichen was attracted by a dazzling array of goods. He wanted to buy too many things, but unfortunately he and his grandson Zijun had so few spiritual stones that they could only exchange for the most in short supply.

"Poor!" Yi Xichen sighed.

Suddenly, a stall full of people in front of them attracted their attention, and Yi Xichen pulled the long grandson Jun together.

The stall owner is a young man wearing a dark blue robe. He placed a large turntable of spiritual stones on the ground and screamed, "Come and come, gamble and leave, go to the blue sign, and you can take twice the spiritual stones ; Go to the red check, you can take ten times the spirit stone; turn to the white check, that's not right, the spirit stone belongs to me. Which Taoist chief wants to try? "

Most of the spirit stone turntables are mostly white ones, about one-fifth of them are blue ones, and about one-twentieth of them are red ones. This is a common gambling game in the market. The people who set up the stalls are dealers. According to normal probability, they always make money, but such games are still very popular with monks. After all, they feel that they are lucky.

A casual repairer lost a primary spirit stone into the groove of the turntable, and the turntable spun up automatically. At the beginning, the speed was slow and gradually slowed down. People around held their breaths and watched, the speed of the turntable was getting slower and slower. When they turned to the red check, they couldn't move.

The Sanxiu eyes were shining, his fists were tight, and ten times the spirit stone was about to be reached. He was so annoyed that he didn't take a big bet. However, the turntable eventually crossed the red check and stopped on the white check.

There was a hissing noise all around.

"Well," the stall owner regretted. "It's almost a shame. It's a pity. Do you want to gamble again?"

Of course, the casual repair who missed the red sign was unwilling to stop and lost another piece of spirit. This time the carousel crossed the blue check and stopped on the white check.

"Ouch!" The owner took a picture of his thighs, and he felt that the true feelings were worthless to the guests. "It seems that Daodao's luck is not very good today!"

That Sanxiu was anxious: "I still don't believe it! Come again!"

He kept dropping spirit stones, and successively lost nearly ten elementary spirit stones. By the eighth turn, he finally stopped on the blue check. He earned a spirit stone, but overall he still lost a lot. .

Sanxiu gambled red eyes and felt the bag. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he found a middle-level spirit stone and threw it into the cavity: "One more time! I don't believe I can't turn over today!"

A middle-level spirit stone can be exchanged for about 20 primary spirit stones. Even if he can't transfer to the red check, as long as he can transfer to the blue check, he can still make money today.

Looking at the casual clothes and sabers, I know that he is not a developed person. To him, an intermediate spirit stone is already a big bargaining chip. The crowd of onlookers held their breaths, staring intently at the turntable. Unfortunately, this one didn't have any suspense. When the turntable started to decelerate, it had missed the blue check and was still far away from the red check. Eventually it stopped in the blockbuster white check.

San Xiu anxious: "You turntable, there will be no fraud!"

The stall owner immediately widened a pair of copper bell eyes: "I can eat food without speaking! My disciple Xuanlingmen disciples, also lied to you two little spirit stones? This is a shaft made of mysterious stones, spontaneous Turn, I haven't touched the turntable from beginning to end, everyone is watching! What else can you afford to lose? "

The red robe worn by the stall owner is indeed the disciple suit of Xuanlingmen. Xuanling Gate is the largest school of cultivating in Jiangnan except Tianjianmen. The rules are very strict. If the disciples dare to be fooled, they will be removed from the Xuanling Gate. It is impossible for anyone to risk being expelled from the martial arts to deceive a few small spirit stones in the market. Therefore, although the casual repair did lose a lot, the onlookers all felt that he was out of luck.

"What else to play if you can't afford to lose." A onlooker scorned, "The people of Xuanlingmen still lied to you for a casual repair? Look at you like this, a middle-level spirit stone is anxious to do so, what fair are you visiting? "

"That's it."

The Sanxiu was pointed and pointed out by everyone, losing the spirit stone and losing face, his face was dull, and the crowd crowded away in shame.

Yi Xichen looked around, a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth: "Interesting."

Long Sun Zijun asked, "Do you want to bet?"

Yi Xichen said: "Not in a hurry, look at a few more rounds."

Some people keep throwing spirit stones on the turntable. Many losers, but there are also winners. The blue and red checks have been transferred. A female monk transferred to the red spirits when she put it in the first time, winning ten. She was very happy, and she gambled a few more. Unfortunately, her luck was not so good. The winning spirits were lost and she stopped gambling.

Dao Xiu pays attention to self-denial, very few people are entangled, win or lose, just stop playing as much as possible, and the predecessors come and go, always lively.

An hour later, the stall owner has made a lot of money. He looked up and saw Yi Xichen and his grandson Zijun standing aside, looking a little wary: "The two Tianjianmen brothers have been watching for a long time. If you want to play, try your luck. If you don't want to play, why stop Will I just go here? "

Yi Xichen laughed: "Play, why not play, play now!"

He stunned. The money bag in his hand contained about sixty or seventy primary spirit stones and ten intermediate spirit stones. The disciples of their Yaoge are not treated well. These spirit stones have been saved for years and saved a lot of money. I thought of buying some black iron that can strengthen the sword this time, but now, Yi Xichen decided to take all the spirit stones. They all bet on the turntable.

He cut out a spirit stone, was about to throw it into the groove of the turntable, and suddenly closed his hand again: "What is the name of this mysterious master?"

The stall owner said: "The surname is Fang, and the name is moral."

"Oh, Brother Fang." Yi Xichen said, "I just looked at it for a while. People who come to your turntable to try their luck today don't seem to be very lucky. Are you really not seeing this turntable?"

Fang Youde began to stare again: "Even if the others are nonsense, you are a disciple of Tianjianmen. Do you still question our failure of the Xuanlingmen? I set up a stall here to bet on the reputation of Xuanlingmen Doing stealth! "

"You are willing to bet on the reputation of Xuan Ling Men, but I am afraid that Xuan Ling Men may not be willing to give the reputation to a little disciple under the door."

Fang Youde was furious: "Are you here to play or to hit the ground?"

"Of course I'm here to play." Yi Xichen loosened his fingers, the first spirit stone fell into the groove, and the turntable automatically turned.

In the sound of turning, he always put on a human and animal harmless smiley face: "But Brother Fang speaks a bit boundlessly, I don't need any reputation of the mysterious gate. Brother Wanfang fools me, what do you pay me? "

There are many people watching around, especially when they see the disciples of the two major factions, and more people are watching the crowd. Fang Youde was sweating on his head, but his attitude was even harder: "There can be no fraud! If there is fraud, I will compensate ten times!"

"Ten times too few, how about a hundred times?"

Fang Youde's cold sweat was more on the head: "You! Are you extorting!"

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

Fang Youde swallowed his mouth. In the eyes of everyone's inquiry, his voice could not be restrained to tremble a little, but he still scratched his scalp and said, "One hundred times, one hundred times, I won't cheat, and you ca n’t afford to lose. ! "

As soon as the voice fell, the turntable stopped.

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