Step on the immortal river

() Shazhou Pier in the afternoon is busy.A passenger and cargo ship with a pointed nose and a big belly nimbly drilled around among the large ships, and finally grabbed a berth.Before the boat came to a complete stop, amidst the sound of yelling, the young man standing at the bow to help guide the boat put down his bamboo pole, picked up his cloth bag and jumped onto the trestle bridge first.

The young man, surnamed Song and named Lian, was about sixteen or seventeen. He was tall and strong, with red phoenix eyes and slightly thick lips. He had a harmless and honest appearance.

Walking across the trestle bridge and keeping your feet on the ground, a sword light flashed across the sky gorgeously.

Wow... it's a monk!

Walking down the flying sword and dancing in clothes, traveling towards the North Sea and twilight Cangwu.

How elegant and unrestrained...if it is possible...the envy is fully revealed.

It wasn't until the monk stepping on the sword in the sky that he came back to his senses, glanced at the rag map in his hand, and walked towards the Shazhou Market.

The sandbar was formed by alluvial deposits of the Dasha River. It is a market for immortal cultivators, and the skins of spirit animals used to make talismans are famous far and wide.

There is a spirit animal skin in Song Lian's cloth bag.Because of his knowledge of medicine, he saved a warrior who was injured by hunting spirit beasts. The grateful warrior rewarded him with the skin of the spirit beast and instructed him to sell it to Niu Shiba at the market.

Niu Shiba opened a fur shop. The shop was at the corner of the main street, and the pungent smell could be smelled from afar. There was no plaque, and there was a monster's head hanging at the door, which looked like a horse but had horns.

Seeing the monster's head, Song Lian's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the shop faster.

Approaching the shop door, looking up, Xiao Xiao was startled, only to see a big guy sitting behind the counter facing the door, a wild bull monster with the body of a bull head.When he examined it curiously, the tauren raised his head and said, "Go in if you want, just be a bitch. I, Niu Shiba, do business the most fair." His voice was so majestic that Song Lian's ears buzzed.

Song Lian quickly squeezed out a smile and approached the counter to open the package.

Niu Shiba lowered his head and glanced, and said, "The white scorpion beast, four stones."

Blinking Danfeng's eyes, Song Lian stretched out five fingers: "Five stones, okay?"

Niu Shiba stared, and was about to explode, but there was a commotion outside the door, he was surprised, jumped away from the counter, left Song Lian and walked out the door.

Song Lian re-wrapped the pelts and followed them out.

On the street outside the store, there was a circle of spectators, chattering and discussing.

"What strange thing happened?"

Song Lian, who loves to be lively, was unavoidably curious and squeezed into the crowd.

A group of people blocked a middle-aged man who was a fairy, with a gloomy face, looking into the distance.

Kneeling in front of the middle-aged man was a half-hundred-year-old man dressed as a butler, kowtowing his head and begging constantly: "I beg the elder to save my young master, and the Moyang Tao family will make a grass ring, and I will never forget it."

A soft bed behind the butler.Lying on the bed was a patient, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who was seeking treatment from the immortal elder. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were dull, and he was half dead.

Seeing the patient, Song Lian's complexion changed drastically, his heart beat wildly, his brain buzzed, he could no longer see other people in his eyes, could not hear other voices, and walked straight to the soft bed in a daze.

The immortal man sighed: "I don't want to rescue him, but I really can't cure him. This child is suffering from the disease of leaving the soul, and there is absolutely no way to—"

"It's saved, it's saved!"

Unexpectedly, Song Lian, who was so desperate to die, was walking towards the soft bed in a daze, talking to himself at this moment, his voice quite excited.

The Taoist who was interrupted immediately stopped talking, frowned, and turned his head to look over.

Song Lian ignored it, approached the soft bed, and stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of the half-dead young master.

"stop."

The butler jumped up from the ground to stop him.

Song Lian was awakened by this loud shout, knowing that he was reckless, he smiled embarrassingly, and quickly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the immortal man said: "Young man, what's your name, just now you said you are saved, are you saved?"

Recalling that he said that just now, Song Lian nodded and said: "This fairy elder, Xiao Ke Song Lian, has a strong word, what Xiao Ke said just now is just to say-"

Wow…….

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.

Something strangely appeared above Song Lian's head, looming, different and unrecognizable.

"Hehehe, very good, very good."

The Taoist's eyes changed, and he interrupted Song Lian's explanation, saying that the two were good, and then said: "Do you know the rules, is it three months or three years?"

Song Lian was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what it meant, and turned to the people watching for help.

Unexpectedly, all they saw were excited eyes, and several people took out a stone and held it in their hands, looking eager to try.

Reluctantly, his eyes finally fell on Niu Shiba who had a friendship with him.

"Boss Niu, you—"

"Hahaha..., good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good. I am absolutely guaranteed by Niu Shiba, come come come come, Song boy, tell me about your bet."

Niu was overjoyed, and also took out a stone from his bosom.

Song Lian was stunned, not knowing what these people were up to, but from Niu Shiba's last sentence, he could hear something - betting.

When did I make a bet with the Ox-nosed Taoist priest?

But he didn't know that this world of cultivating immortals is very gambling. Any struggle, dispute, contradiction, dispute... can be resolved by gambling. The three parties made a bet to resolve the conflict.

Ox-nosed Taoist priests are unable to cure the soul-leaving disease, and Song Lian just interjects to say that he can be saved and becomes a third party.

However, according to the rules of the strange gambling contract, the vision will only appear on the top of the head when both parties agree to the bet. Song Lian is the only one who has the vision appearing on his own initiative. What's more special is that the vision is like a screwdriver, lingering in flames, looming, promise No one knew about the big Xiuxian Bazaar, so there was an uproar and discussions.

Those who hold stones in their hands are another major feature of the world of gambling and cultivating immortals - notaries.The stone in the hand is called the audio-visual stone, which can record the whole process of betting.

All in all, any dispute is a matter for both parties. Don't meddle in other people's business. If you do, you have to accept the bet of either party in the conflict.

Song Lian has just arrived, his eyes are darkened, how can he know these strange rules in the world of cultivating immortals.

In a daze, Niu Shiba urged: "Boy Song, I, Lao Niu, told you that Elder Dai's bets have always been simple. If you win, you can ask him to do something. If you lose—hey, you are a mortal. It's a pity. There are only two choices between mortals and immortals, bet on your life or become a slave of immortals, which one do you choose?"

"Ah, no, Immortal Chief, I am actually the shopkeeper Niu..."

Song Lian couldn't see the vision, and tried desperately to explain, but others could see clearly that the bet was fulfilled, and they thought he was afraid of cheating.In the end, he sighed helplessly, and simply sat down on the ground, thinking of countermeasures.

Hahaha…….

The bull-nosed Taoist priest called Elder Dai laughed and said: "For three months, Dai Jifeng from my Dao is here waiting for you to cure your soul-dissipating disease. If you lose, I promise you one thing. If you win, you will die. I hate you the most." Scoundrel, if you can get him to speak, you will win by saying the names of your parents. Otherwise, hum..." After speaking, he flew into the air, and flew away without sacrificing his flying sword.

Song Lian raised his head and watched the Taoist priest flying away, his heart was shaken.

The well-meaning warrior who gave the white scorpion animal skin said that those who can fly into the sky without a flying sword are all great monks, at least above the Nascent Soul level.

I'm new here, so why did I talk so much that I offended the great monk Nascent Soul?

Can't figure it out?

At this moment, Niu Shiba's loud voice shouted again: "Boy Song, don't you rush to chase the props? The bet props ran away, and you will miss the appointment at that time. Just to remind you, it is impossible to bet with Dai Shenxian sneaked away."

"Gambling props?"

Looking up, he saw the butler of Moyang Tao's carrying a soft bed with a team of guards away. He suddenly understood that the betting props were half-dead young masters.

Why is it that I have no time to take care of the props that I prepared to bet at the moment, and I finally saw this person, so I can't let him run away no matter what.

Hi, wait....

Immediately jumped up and chased.

The butler made a gesture, and pointed his sword and gun at Song Lian.

"Boy, your nonsense has ruined my son's treatment opportunity. Tao can't replace my son and make a bet with you, but it's impossible to make my son a prop. Get out!"

Song Lian is a bit bigheaded, and the bet with the big monk is already baffling enough. If there are no props for the bet, wouldn't it mean that he loses before the bet, not to mention that this half-dead son has a very unusual relationship with him.

He frowned, rolled his eyes, and noticed in his heart, the most sincere smile in the world immediately appeared on his face, and bowed to the butler, "The butler invited me, Xiao Ke has dabbled in medicine, if not Be sure, how dare you talk nonsense."

The butler sneered shamelessly, not believing it at all.

Soul-leaving disease is one of the terminal illnesses in the world, and it cannot be cured by monks without great supernatural powers. Human life is at stake, and how can a fool who jumped out of the mess be cured? Elder, a certain family wants to take the head off your neck too. Get lost!"

If you get out, it means that your life will be lost, then Immortal Dai has already flown away, and Niu Shiba also said that if you bet with Immortal Dai, don't try to sneak away, now you have to bet if you don't want to bet.

But the most important thing now is not how to deal with the bet, but the props.

If the props of the bet are gone, it's a fart.

Look at the butler's unkind and angry face, it's probably going to be bad, what should I do?

Feeling anxious in his heart, he came up with a coup instead. He continued to bow to the butler with a smile on his face, and raised his voice, "Since that's the case, boy Song Jiyang, I'm going to make a bet with you today. Who can testify?"

Wow...

There was another uproar all around.

A vision of a halo appeared above the butler's head.

The two sides bet on the contract, and one party proposes, and the other promises to have a vision. There is no one like Song Lian who forcibly bets that the contract is about to succeed.

Hearing the uproar from the crowd, the housekeeper was startled and said in a hurry: "Wait a minute. Tao is a housekeeper, and his status does not match. If you insist on betting with a certain family, you must obtain the consent of the head of the family."

Because the content of the bet has not been revealed yet, the vision disappears.

Song Lian was in a hurry just now, and he thought of repaying his body with his own way. Since he was caught by the big monk for no reason, he would use the bet to trap the housekeeper.

After a successful trial, he was secretly delighted, and said: "It's very good, Xiao Ke will go with you to see Patriarch Tao."

The onlookers were extremely disappointed and dispersed automatically with a hiss.

The housekeeper left, Song Lian followed closely, and soon boarded a building boat.

After getting on the boat, the butler refused to let Song Lian stick behind Mr. Tao, and asked him to lead him to the guest room.

Finally, I got on the boat and couldn't escape.

Song Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if this trip can convince the Patriarch of the Tao family in Moyang City?

What happened today is inexplicable, the gods are fed up and have nothing to do to bully people, it is really abominable, if the soul of the half-dead son is not in the body, hey... ;