() The Shazhou Pier was busy in the afternoon. A passenger and cargo ship with a pointed nose and a big belly nimbly maneuvered among the large ships, and finally grabbed a berth. The ship had not yet stopped, and among the shouts, a man stood on the bow to help pilot the ship.

The young man put down his bamboo pole, picked up his cloth bag and was the first to jump onto the trestle.

The boy's surname is Song Lian, he is about 16 or 17 years old. He is tall and strong, has pink eyes and slightly thick lips, and looks innocent and harmless.

As I walked across the trestle, my feet were firmly on the ground, and a sword light flashed across the sky gorgeously.

Wow...it's a monk!

With swords flying under my shoes and my clothes dancing, I travel towards the North Sea and see the blue sky at dusk.

How elegant and unrestrained... If only I could... my envy is fully revealed.

It wasn't until the sword-walking monk disappeared from the sky that he came back to his senses. He glanced at the rag map in his hand and walked towards the Shazhou Market.

The sandbank is formed by the alluvial deposits of the Dasha River. It is a market for immortal cultivators and is famous for the skins of spiritual animals used to make talismans.

There was a spirit animal skin in Song Lian's cloth bag. Because he had some medical skills, he saved a warrior who was injured after hunting a spirit beast. The grateful warrior rewarded him with the spirit animal skin and directed him to sell it to Niu Shiba in the market.

Niu Shiba opened a hide shop. The shop was at the corner of the street. You could smell the pungent smell from a distance. There was no plaque. 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 quickly towards the shop.

Approaching the door of the shop, he looked up and was startled. He saw a big guy sitting behind the counter facing the door. He was a beast with a bull head and a human body. When he looked curiously, the bull-headed man raised his head and said, "You can come in if you want."

, You are such a bitch. I am the most fair in doing business." His majestic voice made Song Lian's ears buzz.

Song Lian quickly smiled and walked to the counter to open the package.

Niu Shiba lowered his head and glanced at it, and said: "White beast, four stones."

Blinking his eyes, Song Lian stretched out five fingers: "Is five stones good?"

Niu Shiba's eyes widened, and he was about to get angry when there was a noise outside the door. He was surprised, jumped away from the counter, left Song Lian and walked out.

Song Lian rewrapped the white turtle skin and went out.

There was a circle of people watching the excitement on the street outside the shop, chattering and talking.

"What strange thing happened?"

Song Lian, who loves liveliness, was inevitably curious and squeezed into the crowd.

A group of people blocked a middle-aged man who was standing in front of an immortal, with a sinister expression on his face, and looked 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 to the ground and pleading continuously: "I beg the Immortal to save my young master. Master Tao of Moyang will tie a grass ring around his neck and never forget it."

Behind the housekeeper was a soft bed. Lying on the bed was a patient who was seeking treatment from an immortal. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was as white as a sheet of paper, his eyes were dull, and he was half dead.

Seeing the patient, Song Lian's expression changed drastically, his heart beat wildly, and his brain buzzed. He could no longer see anyone else in his eyes or hear other sounds, and he walked towards the soft bed in a daze.

The Immortal Taoist sighed: "I don't want to save you, but I really can't cure him. This child is suffering from Soul Leaving Syndrome, and there is absolutely no way I can—"

"There is help, there is help!"

Unexpectedly, Song Lianqi, who was so desperate that he walked towards the soft bed in a daze, was talking to himself at this time, his voice was quite excited.

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

Song Lian ignored it, walked towards the soft bed, stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of the half-dead young master.

"stop."

The butler jumped up from the ground to stop him.

Song Lian was awakened by the loud shout. Knowing that he was reckless, he smiled and hurriedly retracted his hand.

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

Remembering that he seemed to have said that just now, Song Lian nodded and responded: "This immortal, Xiao Ke Song Lian, has a word of Ji Yang. What he said just now was Xiao Ke's, but he just said -"

Wow…….

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.

Something appeared strangely above Song Lian's head, vaguely visible, different from others, and no one recognized it.

"Hehehe, very good, very good."

The Taoist's eyes changed, and he interrupted Song Lian's explanation. He said two things were very good, and then said: "Do you know the rule, is it three months or three years?"

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

Unexpectedly, all they saw were excited looks, and several people even took out a stone and grabbed it in their hands, as if they were eager to try it.

Helplessly, his eyes finally fell on Niu Shiba, whom he had a friendship with for two sentences.

"Business Manager Niu, you——"

"Hahaha..., okay, okay. I guarantee my credibility. Come on, boy Song, tell me about your bet."

The cow was so happy that she also took out the stone from her arms.

Song Lian was confused. He didn't know what these people were up to, but from Niu Shiba's last sentence, he could still tell that it was something - a bet.

When did you make a bet with Niubi Taoist Priest?

But he doesn't know that this world of immortal cultivation is easy to make bets. Any struggle, dispute, contradiction, dispute... can be solved by betting. When someone has a conflict, if a third party intervenes, then either party to the conflict can find a third party.

A three-way bet resolves conflicts.

The Niubi Taoist priest could not cure the soul-leaving syndrome, but Song Lian intervened and said that there was a cure and became a third party.

However, according to the rules of the weird bet, only when both parties agree to the bet will the vision appear above their heads. Song Lian is the only one who actively appears with the vision. What is even more special is that the vision is like a screwdriver, with flames lingering, looming, and Nuo

No one knew about the large Xiuxian Fair, so there was an uproar and a lot of discussion.

Those holding stones in their hands are another special feature of this world of bets and immortality - notaries. The stones in their hands are called audio and video stones, which can record the entire process of the bet.

In short, any dispute is a matter between both parties. Don't meddle in other people's affairs. If you do, you have to accept the bet from either side of the conflict.

Song Lian arrived here for the first time, and his eyesight dimmed. He didn't know these strange rules in the world of immortality.

In a daze, Niu Shiba urged: "Song boy, I, Lao Niu, tell you that Elder Dai's bet has always been simple. If you win, you can ask him to do something. If you lose - hey, you are a mortal,

What a pity. There are only two choices between mortals and immortals when making bets. Bet on your life or become an immortal slave. Which one do you choose?"

"Ah, no, Immortal Chief, Niu Shopkeeper, I am actually..."

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

Hahaha…….

The bull-nosed Taoist priest named Elder Dai laughed and said: "For three months, I, Dai Jifeng, have been waiting here for you to treat your soul-leaving syndrome. If you lose, I will promise you something. If you win, I will take your life. I despise you the most."

He has a rogue face, if you can make him speak and tell his parents' names, you will win. Otherwise, hum..." After saying that, he jumped into the air and flew away without even using his flying sword.

Song Lian raised his head and watched the Taoist priest flying away, feeling shocked in his heart.

The kind-hearted warrior who gave me the white horse skin said that those who can fly into the sky without flying swords are all great monks, at least at the level of Nascent Soul or above.

When I first arrived, why did I offend the Nascent Soul monk by talking too much?

Can't figure it out?

At this moment, Niu Shiba's loud voice shouted again: "Song boy, why don't you hurry up and chase the props? The props for the bet have gone away, and you will break the promise. Let me remind you, there is no chance of making a bet with Dai Shenxian.

Escaped."

"Bet prop?"

When he looked up, he saw Mo Yang Tao's housekeeper and a team of guards carrying the soft bed away. He suddenly understood that the bet prop was the half-dead young master.

Why did he prepare the props for the bet? At this moment, he had no time to think about it. After finally meeting this person, he couldn't be allowed to run away under any circumstances.

Hey, wait a minute….

He immediately jumped up and chased after him.

The housekeeper made a gesture, and his men pointed their swords and guns at Song Lian.

"Boy, your nonsense ruined my young master's treatment opportunity. It's just that Tao can't make a bet with you on my young master's behalf. You want to make my young master a prop, but you can't even think about it. Get out!"

Song Lian was a bit confused. The bet with the great monk was already incomprehensible. If there were no props for the bet, wouldn't it be a loss before the bet was made? What's more, this half-dead young master also had a very unusual relationship with him.

He frowned, rolled his eyes, and paid attention in his heart. The most sincere smile in the world immediately appeared on his face, and he bowed to the housekeeper and said: "This housekeeper is here to invite me. Xiao Ke is also involved in medicine. If not,

You are sure, but you dare not speak nonsense."

The butler sneered and didn't believe it at all.

Soul-Leaving Syndrome is one of the most fatal diseases in the world. It cannot be cured by monks without great supernatural powers. Human life is at stake. How can we allow a sloppy idiot to treat the disease? He immediately snorted coldly: "If you don't get out, even if you offend Dai

Elder, a certain family also wants to take your head off your neck. Get lost!"

If you get out, your life will be in danger, and Dai Shenxian has already flown away. Niu Shiba also said that if you make a bet with Dai Shenxian, you can't even think about running away. Now you have to gamble even 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 bet props are gone, the bet is useless.

Look at the butler's face, which is filled with anger and anger. It's probably going to be bad. What should I do?

He was anxious in his heart, but he quickly came up with a clever trick. He continued to bow to the butler with a smile, and raised his voice: "In that case, my boy Song Jiyang will make a bet with you today. Who can testify?"
To be continued...