Three days later, Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun were walking in the Jinge Market at the foot of Tianjian Mountain.

There are only a few days left before the sword fighting competition. Yi Xichen is still short of some immortal materials for the props he wants to refine, so he can only look for them in the market.

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

During these three days, Yi Xichen has been trying to correct his worldview, such as men cannot get pregnant, men cannot have their periods, and men do not have virgin membranes. These common sense questions seriously refreshed the worldview of Chang Sun Zijun (Yi Xichen said, "You are the one who seriously refreshed my worldview")!

The eldest grandson Jun already knew that he was the one with the problem, and he calmed down and thought carefully, and he felt that the current world was more reasonable, and the world in his mind was full of weirdness. In order to survive in this world, the eldest grandson Jun 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 for some fresh air.

"Stay close to me, don't run around." Yi Xichen warned. The eldest grandson Jun was tired, and his heart was tired too. Now the eldest grandson Jun was like a child, and he had a sense of responsibility as a parent. He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, the eldest grandson Jun would conjure up two children for him and call him mom. He would definitely go crazy!

The eldest grandson, Zijun, 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, what bothered him most now was not what was true and what was false, but the setting of his golden gun that could not be knocked down.

Because he was worried that his eldest grandson Zijun would cause trouble, Yi Xichen watched over him every step of the way except when he was sleeping. So he had to be hard from morning to night every day, and he couldn't relieve himself. He felt that his little brother was almost swollen from hardness.

When he turned around, Yi Xichen was standing behind him, staring at him fiercely: "I told you to follow me closely, why did you run away as soon as I turned around!"

The eldest grandson, Jun, was almost frightened by him - of course, if he could be frightened, he would be thankful - he awkwardly tugged at his clothes and pretended to be nonchalant: "Oh."

The Jinge Market was very busy and bustling with people. This was the largest market in Jiangnan, and all the nearby ascetics would come here to trade, selling their excess spiritual stones and magic weapons in exchange for the immortal materials they needed.

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

"So poor!" Yi Xichen sighed towards the sky.

Suddenly, a stall in front of them that was crowded with people attracted their attention, and Yi Xichen pulled his eldest grandson Jun over.

The stall owner was a young man wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. He placed a large spiritual stone turntable on the ground and shouted, "Come on, make a bet. If you spin the blue ticket, you can take away double the spiritual stones. If you spin the red ticket, you can take away ten times the spiritual stones. If you spin the white ticket, I'm sorry, the spiritual stones belong to me. Which Taoist priest wants to try it?"

Most of the lottery tickets on the big spiritual stone turntable are white, about one-fifth of the lottery tickets are blue, and about one-twentieth of the lottery tickets are red. This is a common gambling game in the market. The person who sets up the stall is the dealer. According to normal probability, the dealer always wins, but this kind of game is still very popular among monks. After all, there are many people who think they are lucky.

A casual cultivator threw a primary spirit stone into the groove of the turntable, and the turntable started to turn automatically. At first, it was very fast, but gradually it slowed down. The people around watched with bated breath. The speed of the turntable became slower and slower. When it turned to the red sign, it was about to stop turning.

The casual cultivator's eyes lit up and his fists clenched tightly. He was about to get ten times the spiritual stones, and he was regretting why he didn't take a bigger gamble. However, the turntable finally passed the red ticket and stopped on the white ticket.

There was a sighing sound all around.

"Tsk tsk." The stall owner said regretfully, "It was just a little bit off. What a pity. Taoist priest, do you want to take another gamble?"

The casual cultivator who missed the red sign was unwilling to give up and threw another spiritual stone in. This time, the turntable almost passed the blue sign and stopped on the white sign.

"Ouch!" The stall owner slapped his thigh, looking as if he really felt sorry for the customer, "It seems that the Taoist priest is not lucky today!"

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

He kept dropping spirit stones, nearly ten primary spirit stones in total, and on the eighth turn the turntable finally stopped on the blue sign. He earned a spirit stone, but overall he still lost a lot.

The casual cultivator was so eager to gamble that he felt his bag and found that he had very few spirit stones left. He gritted his teeth, took out a mid-level spirit stone, and threw it into the pit: "One more time! I don't believe I can't turn things around today!"

One intermediate spirit stone can be exchanged for about twenty primary spirit stones. Even if he can't get a red ticket this time, as long as he can get a blue ticket, he will still make a profit today.

From the clothes and sword of this casual cultivator, it was clear that he was not a wealthy person. For him, an intermediate spirit stone was already a big bargaining chip. The crowd held their breath and stared at the turntable intently. Unfortunately, there was no suspense this time. When the turntable began to slow down, it had already missed the blue ticket and was still far from the red ticket. Finally, it stopped in a large area of ​​white tickets.

The casual cultivator was furious: "This turntable of yours, there must be something wrong with it!"

The stall owner immediately widened his eyes: "You can eat anything you want, but you can't say anything you want! I am a disciple of Xuanling Sect, and I want to cheat you of these two small spiritual stones? This is a spindle made of black fire stone, it rotates automatically, I didn't touch the turntable from beginning to end, everyone saw it! Why are you playing if you can't afford to lose?"

The stall owner was wearing a red Taoist robe, which was indeed the uniform of a disciple of Xuanling Sect. Xuanling Sect was the largest sect in Jiangnan, except for Tianjian Sect. The sect had strict rules. If a disciple dared to cheat, he would be expelled from Xuanling Sect. It was impossible for someone to risk being expelled from the sect to cheat a few small spiritual stones at the market, so although the casual cultivator did lose a lot, the crowd watching all thought that he was just unlucky.

"Why are you playing if you can't afford to lose?" A bystander said disdainfully, "The people from Xuanling Sect are trying to trick a casual cultivator like you? Look at you, you're so anxious about a mid-level spirit stone. Why are you still visiting the market?"

"That's right."

The casual cultivator was pointed at by everyone, and not only lost spirit stones but also lost face. He felt ashamed and squeezed out of the crowd in shame and anger.

Yi Xichen watched from the side, a smile on his face: "Interesting."

The eldest grandson, Zijun, asked, "Do you want to gamble too?"

Yi Xichen said: "Don't worry, let's wait a few more rounds."

People kept throwing spirit stones on the turntable. Most people lost, but there were also winners. Both the blue and red tickets had been thrown by others. A female monk threw in a primary spirit stone for the first time and got a red ticket, winning ten times the spirit stones. She was very happy and gambled a few more times. Unfortunately, her luck was not so good later and she lost all the spirit stones she won, so she stopped gambleing.

Taoist cultivation emphasizes self-control, and very few people dwell on it. Win or lose, it's fine, as long as the fun is over, they stop. People come and go in front of the stall, but it's always lively.

An hour later, the stall owner had made a lot of money. He looked up and saw Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun standing nearby, with a somewhat alert look on his face: "You two brothers from the Tianjian Sect 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 my way?"

Yi Xichen smiled and said, "Play, why not play, play now!"

He weighed the money bag in his hand and found about 60 to 70 primary spirit stones and 10 intermediate spirit stones. The treatment of the disciples in their medicine pavilion was not good, and these spirit stones were also saved by thrift for many years. He originally wanted to buy some black iron that could strengthen the sword, but now, Yi Xichen decided to use all the spirit stones to bet on the roulette wheel.

He dug out a spiritual stone and was about to throw it into the groove of the turntable, but suddenly stopped and asked: "What is the name of this senior brother from Xuanling Sect?"

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

"Oh, Brother Fang," Yi Xichen said, "I just watched for a while, and it seems that the people who came to your turntable today to try their luck didn't have very good luck. Is there really nothing wrong with your turntable?"

Fang Youde started to glare again: "It's fine if others are talking nonsense, but you are a disciple of Tianjian Sect, do you still want to question our Xuanling Sect? I set up a stall here, and I am betting on the reputation of Xuanling Sect. I will never do anything sneaky!"

"You are willing to gamble the reputation of Xuanling Sect, but I am afraid Xuanling Sect may not be willing to let a little disciple of the sect gamble away its reputation."

Fang Youde was angry: "Are you here to have fun or to mess things up?"

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

Amid the spinning sound, he always put on a harmless smile: "It's just that Senior Brother Fang's words are a bit off-topic. I don't need the reputation of Xuanling Sect. If Senior Brother Fang cheats, how can he compensate me?"

There were many people watching around, especially when they saw the two major sects' disciples fighting, more people came to watch the excitement. Fang Youde was sweating, but his attitude became even tougher: "It's impossible to be a fraud! If it is a fraud, I will pay ten times the compensation!"

"Ten times is too little, how about a hundred times?"

Fang Youde's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "You! Are you trying to cheat me?"

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

Fang Youde swallowed his saliva. Under the inquiring gazes of the crowd, his voice couldn't help but tremble a little, but he still said stubbornly: "A hundred times is a hundred times. I won't cheat, and you don't cheat just because you can't afford to lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the turntable gradually stopped.

——Red signature!