MTL - When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel-Chapter 8

Seeing that the red sign was transferred, the happiest person was Fang Youde instead. He didn't know why he was so guilty about the two disciples at Tianjianmen. It stands to reason that he wouldn't be caught with the handle, but Yi Xichen's brawny appearance made him so disturbed.

Fang Youde piled up a smiley face: "Look, this brother is very lucky, and he turned to the red check as soon as he came up. Only then did I say that I was cheating. If I am cheating, you may not accept a bunch of white signs ? "

Yi Xichen was determined: "Don't worry, I will continue to play."

Long Sun Zijun stood aside and looked at Yi Xichen thoughtfully. Yi Xichen in front of him was different from the Yi Xichen in his memory. This one is bright and cheerful, with a little bad water in her belly. The one in memory was weak and tangled. Gu Ying pity himself. He loved Yi Xichen, but this love was brainless and was forcibly conferred by external forces. He had never thought about why before and never questioned it.

In retrospect, the eight years in my memory are blurred and inexplicable.

He recalled the days long ago. As a teenager, he and Yi Xichen practiced and grew up in the Medicine Pavilion, and their lives were very poor. The disciples of Lianjiange are the pride of the sky. They only need to concentrate on cultivation every day, and they have sufficient supplies, so they need not worry about anything. The disciples of Yaoge have to undertake a lot of chores, sweep the courtyard, write scriptures, and sometimes be insulted and bullied by the disciples of other courts.

But those days were very happy. Yi Xichen always looks like he has lost his heart. In fact, there are more ghosts than anyone else, who dares to find fault with them. Yi Xichen must have a lot of ghost ideas.

Even after a hard day, even if he was wounded by a monster in the valley and was injured, he failed to collect a few useful herbs. Yi Xichen was always full of vitality. They will sit back to back on the top of the mountain at dusk to watch the sunset. Yi Xichen wiped off the blood on his face and said in a cheerful and confident tone: "Zijun, we will become very strong and strong."

"Ok."

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

"Ok."

"Will we be together then?"

"meeting."

"Hahahaha, go, go back and practice sword!"

Long Sun Zijun returned to God, his eyes fell on Yi Xichen's face with a sly smile again. The teenager of that year should grow up like this, not the vague face in his memory. In that case, he took it for granted that he loved him so much.

Yi Xichen kept throwing spirit stones into the turntable. This spirit stone is all his possessions. He usually feels a long time if he loses one, but now he doesn't blink, one after the other. There are loses and wins, less wins and more losses, and there are fewer and fewer spirit stones in the bag. Soon, the primary stones have been lost, and only a few intermediate stones are left.

There are virtues in that side. He had never seen such a guest, 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 soon lost his spirit stone, and the people around him gathered more and more, and wanted to see what kind of ghost he was going to do.

Yi Xichen shook his grandson Sun Zijun: "Ah, do you still have a spirit stone? Give it to me."

Grandson Sun Zijun wanted or didn't want to untie his money bag and hand it over-handing over property to his wife is the most basic quality of attack.

With more and more losses, the smile on Yi Xichen's face became more and more brilliant, but Fang Youde's cold sweat grew more and more.

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

Fang Youde wiped the sweat from his face and smiled awkwardly, "Do you still play, this fellow?"

"Don't play. But I found something interesting. Does Brother Fang want to know?" He yelled. "Do you want to know?"

Fang Youde started to stare again.

"The blue picks account for one-fifth of the total number, right? The red check accounted for one-twentieth of the total number, right?"

Fang Youde had to cross his neck and said, "That's right, what?"

"If this turntable is true and correct, twenty times, it should be able to go to four blue checks, one red check, and fifteen white checks. However, I have watched someone here play for more than an hour and played it myself One hundred and sixty-six sets, a total of six hundred and thirty-two sets, only sixty-four rounds to the blue check, six rounds to the red check. That is to say, the chance of actually turning to the blue check is only very small. One, the red check is only one percent. "Yi Xichen put a smile on his face." Brother Fang, one person is in bad luck. This hundred individuals played more than 600 games, all of which were bad fortune. Is everyone's point too back, or is your point too smooth? "

There was an uproar all around!

Fang Cai's disrepaired repairer is now back. After listening to Yi Xichen's words, he squeezed back to the center of the crowd, and blushed and yelled, "I said he was cheating! He must be cheating! Give me back my spirit stone! "

A monk said, "You really counted over six hundred plates? Shouldn't you be blind?"

Yi Xichen angled him lazily: "Is this Taoist leader and Brother Fang the same group? The previous Taoist leader questioned Brother Fang when you talked. Although you often leave this place for many hours, Six times back, as long as someone questioned, you would humiliate the other party and not lose. "

The monk's face went red immediately: "You! You bullshit! I don't know anyone here!"

Fang Youde's face was as dark as charcoal: "It seems that this little brother made up his mind to find the difference? You talk in empty words, and you say as many as you count, anyway, no one else counts. You can take it What evidence is there? My disciple Xuanqingmen, I can't tolerate such stigmatization, and you dare to linger, but you Tianjianmen is going to provoke us against Xuanqingmen! Which disciple are you under?

Yi Xichen raised his finger and shook: "Don't threaten me in a hurry, am I about to present evidence?" He bent down and tore off the Qiankun bag next to the turntable. The spirit stones put into the turntable automatically enter this Qiankun bag, win the rebate, and lose what is left.

Fang Youde quickly wanted to stop, but Yi Xichen quickly opened the Qiankun bag and fell on the turntable, accumulating a hill.

"If it is a one-fifth blue check and a one-twentieth red check, the blue check doubles and the red check ten times. According to common sense, your dealer should only earn one tenth. That's the bet of ten spirit stones, you earn one. I count that you started to set up a stall from Chen Shi, and now two and a half hours, the turntable keeps turning, you can also play thousands of discs, and the soul stones you earn ... "Yi Xichen glanced at the pile of eyes and stones," Is there six or seven hundred here? "

Looking at such a high hill, the anger surrounding people has been ignited. Some people shouted that they would ask the elders of Xuanqingmen to preside over justice. The monk who spoke for Fang Youde just wanted to get out of the crowd, but he couldn't get out of the wall.

"Here, these spirit stones are brought by myself! Not only are they winning!" Fang Youde was still quibbling. "You still have no evidence!"

"It's very simple. Take your turntable down and let me see if it contains real mysterious stones. Is it not clear?"

Fang Youde hugged the turntable: "To make such a turntable, you need to spend ten high-level spirit stones. If you take it apart and watch it, if you have mysterious flint in it, will you pay me ten high-level spirit stones?"

"Then look at whether I pay you ten senior spirit stones or you pay me a hundred times the bet."

In the public's controversy, Fang Youde had to hand over the turntable, Yi Xichen let his eyes shine, his sleeves went up, and the turntable was dismantled. He has always wanted to wait for this opportunity to dismantle the organ by himself. As long as he knows exactly how the turntable is made, he will go back to the potion to make some immortals from the medicine, and he won't have to work so hard to earn spiritual stones in the future.

However, when the turntable was disassembled and stuck in the center of the shaft, it turned out to be a mysterious red stone!

Seeing this result, all the onlookers were stunned.

Fang Youde's smile flashed on his face, and he rushed to grab Yi Xichen's placket. Who knew that his arm had not been touched yet, he was pulled by a scabbard on his chin and fell on his back.

Grandson Sun Zijun expressionless: "Slips."

Fang Youde covered his red chin and said indistinctly: "You! Compensate for ten senior spirit stones!"

Yi Xichen pulled out the mysterious stone and pinched it in his palm.

Fang Youde's face turned white immediately: "Have the mysterious stone down! Just one mysterious stone is worth twenty advanced spirit stones, can you afford it!"

Yi Xichen smiled: "Now you owe you ten, no less than twenty more." The palm of his hand squeezed, and the mysterious flint cracked. He opened his palm and the red light receded. The center of the gem was inlaid with a black cloud iron.

There was a lot of noise immediately next week.

Fang Youde fluttered upwards, trying to escape with the sword, but Sun Zijun's hand slipped slightly again, and he was severely hit by the head, and he fell back and forth.

Yi Xichen jumped on him and patted his face: "Don't run, don't you bet on the dignity of Xuanqingmen? I said earlier, I'm afraid the elders of Xuanqingmen won't agree with you to casually marry him. Gamble out with dignity. Don't you want to go to our elder sister at Tianjianmen? Would you like me to show you the way? "

Fang has virtues like death.

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