Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 118: Winning and losing at the table, taking advantage of outsiders
Before entering the city, Xu Yuanchang specially sent a message to Lao Shi, and enthusiastically made an appointment with the shopkeeper of Heiji Inn and many of the waiters to have a drink in the evening, so as not to miss out and have to look for someone at short notice.

When he arrived at Juyi Hall, it was as busy as the Chinese New Year.

After greeting everyone for a while, Liu Xianfeng called the shopkeeper "Sister" in front of him, "Sister" in front of him, and chattered like honey on his mouth. He asked how Dou Ya was doing, Yuan Bao hadn't been punished, why was he nowhere to be seen.

When Hei Xiayi sent a message and called Gou Zi into the inn's Juyi Hall, the little girl rode Gou Zi away quickly without looking back.

"The market is open, the market is open, buy it and leave it, no matter whether you love it or not."

He Shutang shouted to the other three people to place bets.

He took out a dark cyan bracelet from his storage bag. It was simple and simple in style, and there seemed to be shadows flowing inside.

Shi Wangchen slapped an earthy yellow hairpin inlaid with gold on the table and said with bared teeth: "Brother Xu has always had a unique vision and knows things very well..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by three people punching, elbowing and kicking him, and he was beaten far away.

Yan Yuhan smiled and scolded: "Qianmian, you dare to cheat in front of me, you want to treat me tonight."

He proudly took out a light cyan bead and placed it gently on the table.

Zhao Jun looked at his old partner with contempt, took out a Bagua pattern cloud pendant and put it on the table, and said to Xu Yuanchang who was confused: "Let's test your eyesight. We have selected these four pieces to help you find them." As for the protective magic weapon, you can choose one from them, there is no need for more."

Xu Yuanchang exclaimed with surprise on his face: "No need to choose, I like all four of them. Thank you brothers for your gifts!"

Hei Xiayi, Lao Qi and Bi He who were watching almost laughed.

This little slick guy never plays his cards according to common sense.

He Shutang and the others quickly grabbed Xu Yuanchang, who was about to rush forward and put away the magic weapon on the table.

Can it still be fun?

Shi Wangchen laughed loudly: "As expected of the brother I brought out, his face is three feet thicker than the corner of the city wall. Take it all, you don't need any money, and just give me back my piece later."

He Shutang glared: "If you keep pretending to be stupid, I'll punish you by treating the guests for ten days."

Yan Yuhan smiled and scolded: "Brothers are still settling accounts openly. Is it fun for you to play tricks on us?"

Zhao Jun didn't want to talk. This boy was worse than the one who led the way, Yan'er.

With an innocent look on his face, Xu Yuanchang broke away, straightened out his wrinkled robes, and complained: "You didn't make it clear in advance. You gave me a half-hearted favor and made me happy in vain."

He Shutang urged with a smile: "Hurry up and choose. It doesn't matter if you really don't like it. We have found a Sanzhonglou weapon refiner who can help you tailor it, but the price is a little more expensive."

Xu Yuanchang cupped his fists to express his gratitude. He liked the home-like atmosphere of Heiji Inn.

He is also happy to be invited a few more times.

Adjust your breathing, be calm, put yourself in the mind of the viewer, use the four instruments one by one to explore and feel, and feel the compatibility with yourself.

Finally, I chose a dark cyan bracelet, took it in my hand and played with it carefully.

He felt that this protective magic weapon was the most suitable for him, and asked He Shutang, who looked up and laughed, "Brother, can you give me an honest price? If it's too expensive, I'll choose something else."

He Shutang's laughter stopped and he said fiercely: "I'll leave after buying it without any counter-offering, six hundred spirit coins."

Xu Yuanchang muttered: "Why don't you go and grab it."

He took out six hundred spirit coins and handed them to He Shutang to complete the transaction.

He Shutang announced loudly and proudly: "I won, so from now on, my nickname will be 'Hall Master'. If anyone calls me 'bandit' again, I will be in trouble."

Bi He smiled and said, "I know, there's no need to shout so loudly, bandits."

"Haha, I think 'bandit' still sounds nice and friendly."

"Yes, can you bear to be called 'Hall Master'? Aren't you embarrassed? I can't say it anyway."

"Bandits, you want to rebel. How dare you seize the throne of the 'Lord' of the Juyi Hall, the boss?"

"Bandit, you didn't polish your skills well, and you wasted an opportunity."

With one voice, they were willing to bet and refuse to admit defeat, and openly pushed the weak He Shutang to sit on the top of the bandit's chair. He Shutang was so angry that it was useless to worry and struggle, and the nickname was settled happily.

Who told him to be so shameless and get carried away by choosing a nickname that caused public outrage and took advantage of everyone?
You only get one chance.

Loss never comes again, and it's too late to regret.

Yan Yuhan wanted to give himself a bright and generous nickname of "Chuanyunyan". Because he lost the bet, there was no reason to call him "Sparrow", not even "Swallow". He was so angry that he had itchy teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Shi Wangchen and Zhao Jun each lost one game.

During the Chinese New Year, each of them managed the seven-day inn for the boss, working with the account book and abacus every day and not being able to go anywhere.

This is a tragic bet where you kill a thousand enemies and lose a thousand yourself.

The winner smiled at the turmoil outside the gaming table.

Xu Yuanchang asked weakly: "Can you... not give me a nickname?" It was too scary.

At this moment, he felt that the inn was not a home, but a bottomless black shop, where people were picked and eaten in a gloomy way.

"no!"

Everyone spoke in unison, baring their teeth and cracking their mouths.

Qi Xingshan smiled and said nothing.

Little rookie, you are not strong enough to beat the boss, how dare you disobey the rules set by the boss?

Xu Yuanchang wiped the sweat from his forehead in defeat.

He doesn't qualify for a nickname yet.

Of course, it's all a matter of a word from the boss. Unfortunately, the boss is not good at this and is very overbearing and unfeminine.

He Shutang deserves to be called a mountain bandit, and his nerves are as strong as a hemp rope.

Within a moment, he recovered from the heavy blow caused by the nickname controversy, and started laughing and making fun again, making fun of Yan Yuhan for being a gray "sparrow" and trying to imitate the phoenix to fly. It was in vain and he was worse than a bandit.

Yan Yuhan was so angry that he almost cut off his robes and cut off his righteousness to fight with him.

It was still early before the evening treat time, everyone was busy with their own things and slowly dispersed.

He Shutang and Yan Yuhan took Xu Yuanchang into the Taoist palace on the same street. The two were familiar with the road and turned to a courtyard in the northeast corner. The door was open and there was a faint smell of fireworks and charcoal wafting out.

Walk into the courtyard and say hello to the boy who comes out.

"I had an appointment with Master Meng a few days ago. Could you please let me know and ask for a meeting in He Shutang?"

Under the guidance of the servant, the three of them sat down in the side hall, where a maid served tea, preserved fruits and the like.

Not long after, Xu Yuanchang saw a stout middle-aged man wearing a leather apron. His hair was a rare dark red, his face was like a jujube, and he had a tough aura coming towards him.

It was He Shutang and Yan Yuhan who got to know Meng Chang, the master of weapon refining in Sanzhonglou through Yi Yun. They heard that Meng Chang, the master of weapon refining in Sanzhonglou, would come to the Tao Palace this fall. He was Yi Yun's fellow master uncle and had a good reputation in weapon refining.

This time, for Yi Yun's sake, he agreed to help Yi Yun's classmates and friends customize magic weapons.

Master Meng usually refines magic weapons and does not want to waste time on mere magic weapons.

Along the way, He and Yan explained the situation in detail and asked Xu Yuanchang to seize the opportunity to customize a magic weapon. It would be rare for him to encounter such a good thing next time. The Sanzhonglou weapon refiner would not be willing to help outsiders customize it. Magical weapon.

After seeing the ceremony, Xu Yuanchang did not dare to exchange too polite greetings, and went straight to the topic: "I would like to ask senior to help me customize a set of flying knives that can break evil spirits, break illusions, break spells for body protection, and break tempered body protection. It is estimated to be ten. Two."

He took out a willow leaf flying knife that he was currently using.

Master Meng took the flying knife with a look of surprise on his face. This was the first time he had seen a monk using a flying knife as his main weapon.

"You show me once. There is a clump of wintersweet trees on the left outside the courtyard wall. Take the top plum blossom and start."

As Master Meng finished speaking, Xu Yuanchang moved his wrist slightly, and a ray of cold light flew out of the side hall, one turned into three, two of them circled around the courtyard and disappeared, and the remaining one turned like the wind and shot out of the courtyard as fast as invisible.

When the cold light flew past and hovered, a plum blossom adorned the tip of the knife, trembling tremblingly.

It really comes and goes like lightning, a miraculous skill.

It was the first time for He and Yan to see their good brother's flying knife skills, and they were both amazed by the simple and unpretentious sword that was hard to distinguish from reality and yet extremely sharp.

Master Meng nodded in approval: "Okay, you have good spiritual consciousness. I have some ideas for refining flying knives. I can use inscriptions and runes combined with materials to achieve the goal of breaking evil spirits, breaking illusions, breaking magic, and breaking the body." Feidao, show me your hands."

After looking at Xu Yuanchang's palms and fingers, Master Meng felt confident, so he stood up and walked to the backyard.

Xu Yuanchang asked in a low voice: "Master, how many spiritual coins do I need to pay for this set of customized flying knives?"

"Fifteen hundred spirit coins."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists. At this price, he could already make a more ordinary magic weapon.

The master took action, and it was indeed extraordinary.

Is this to make his set of flying knives as powerful as a magic weapon?

He happened to have more than 1,500 spiritual coins left on his body. After this incident, he instantly became a pauper again.

There is never enough spirit coins to spend.

If I treat you to a drink of northwest wind in the evening, will you get beaten?

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(End of this chapter)