Shangyuque

Chapter 51: Your th generation of ancestors! There must be something fishy going on!
The Qingxifang racetrack is right next to the horse parking lot. This is one of the rare gambling activities in Qingxifang.

After all, monks can use spiritual power to manipulate various gambling instruments, and gambling among mortals is a joke in the eyes of monks.

Horse racing is different. It is very random and difficult for monks to control it. Therefore, horse racing developed in Qingxifang.

Unlike the fairy-like places in the fantasy novels that Yulou had read, the Qingxifang Racecourse had a kind of primitive and wild beauty.

In layman's terms, it means soil.

There is earthiness in both the aesthetic sense and the practical sense.

The rain in the past few days turned this place into a mottled mud. At the edge of the mud was a passage surrounded by thick stone railings. Inside the stone railings was the horse racing track.

There is a reason why it is so bad. Horse racing is only held three times a month, and the blue horses are mixed monsters in the Qi-inducing period. They are extremely destructive when they run.

No matter how well the venue is maintained, it is meaningless.

After finding a dirt platform with a good view, Yu An gritted his teeth as he looked at the blue horses that were ready to go surrounded by the stone railings of the racecourse.

"I bet for three days, today's first place is the gourd jar!"

Hulugang is Yu'an's favorite horse, with a strength of about the peak of Qi Induction. Although he is a little older, his strength is still there.

In the past two years, it has won one-third of the first places in the racecourse.

"The gourd jar is old, and you have been burning charcoal for two months. Yu'an, you can't hang yourself on a tree." Yulou reminded.

The three of them never gambled with silver or spirit stones. What they gambled was the task of helping Hongmei to make fire.

The three days that Yu'an mentioned meant that if he won, his fire-making schedule would be reduced by three days.

If he loses, he will burn for three more days.

“Don’t listen to your brother, Yu’an, believe in yourself.

There is no child who cries every day, and there is no gambler who loses every day.

Besides, three days is too short.

Aren't you a man? Come on, ten days at a time, I believe you can win."

Zhong Ningyao enjoyed watching the fun and urged Yu'an to increase the stakes.

Yu'an wasn't really stupid, he liked his senior sister, but he was almost vomiting from burning the fire.

“Just three days, give Hulugang one last chance.

Bro, which horse do you think will win?

Yulou, who was concentrating on studying the racecourse, was a little distracted and answered subconsciously.

"Well, it's really empty here. No, you're asking which horse will win?"

"Yes, I'm betting on the gourd jar this time. What are you betting on?" Yu'an said.

Yulou looked at the horses and said calmly.

"I also bet on the gourd jar. Hmm, this should be it."

Yu'an was somewhat surprised, while Zhong Ningyao was confused - Yulou seemed very certain.

Considering Yulou's previous maturity and stability, she suddenly became interested in the reasons for Yulou's judgment.

"Why do you think the oldest one can win?"

Of course it’s not because an old horse is still eager to run a thousand miles. In the racetrack, if you can’t run fast, you just can’t run fast.

Yulou explained with a smile.

“First, the calabash jar is not the oldest, it is the second oldest.

Second, it just won the first place last time, and many people would probably think that it has experienced an outburst and will not be able to win this time.

Yu'an, I don't mean to laugh at you. Although it's a pity, I understand your pain of not choosing the gourd jar last time."

Noticing that Yu'an had a mask of pain on his face, Yulou hurriedly made up for it.

This guy is also unlucky. He has been betting on the gourd for a long time. After losing a lot, he changed to other horses and tried again.

As a result, this time, Hulugang unexpectedly won the first place, and Yu'an was about to explode - this is how gamblers are, they are repeatedly ravaged by reality.

“As for third… the two new horses are both favorites, so they have a high chance of not winning.

The only thing left was to choose between the gourd tank and the favorites to win. I wanted Yu An to win, so I chose the gourd tank. "

Just as a few people were chatting, a voice they were all familiar with was heard.

"Isn't this Yulou? Your analysis is quite interesting and well-reasoned. Do you want to buy some from me?"

The person who spoke was the old ghost, who was selling horse racing tickets to the monks who were watching the horse racing nearby.

There are several horse racing halls in Qingxifang, Laogui is one of them, and he is the one who cares least about his eating manners.

That is to say, his odds are higher, otherwise no one would be willing to bet with him.

"Senior Old Ghost, the sable you sold me last time has now turned into a giant purple-haired rat. It's getting bigger and bigger. What kind of species is it?"

Zhong Ningyao looked at the old ghost and asked in a bad tone.

Being exposed by Zhong Ningyao, Lao Gui smiled awkwardly.

He wanted to leave, but because the crowd here had not yet placed their bets, he was reluctant to leave for the moment.

“What purple-haired rat? It’s a sable!
It's so big because the giant sable is just big.

As for your belief that it is a purple-haired rat, it is because giant sables are so rare!"

In terms of being useless, Lao Gui is on par with Gao Jian.

Only Zhong Ningyao knew that he was no simple man and was the biggest underground intelligence dealer in Qingxifang, so she still gave him some face.

"If you compensate me with three bottles of animal blood and qi pills, we'll be even. What do you think, Senior Old Ghost?"

Let the purple-haired mouse be the purple-haired mouse. Zhong Ningyao has raised it for so long that she has developed feelings for it. Now she just wants to replenish its health a little.

The sable is a spiritual pet that has the opportunity to enter the realm of minor demons. As for the purple-haired rat, it has shallow talent and can at best be a miscellaneous demon in this life.

Considering the difference, Zhong Ningyao didn't think that asking for three bottles of animal Qi and Blood Pills was an excessive request.

“Three at most!”

Yulou was immediately filled with awe.

Three bottles were chopped into three pieces. Could it be that this old ghost was an undercover agent of the Wang family?

There are ten pills in a bottle, Senior Sister Ning Yao wants three bottles of thirty pills, but Lao Gui only plans to give her three.

He bargained directly to a 90% discount because he understood the Wang family rules.

"Impossible, at least one bottle!"

Zhong Ningyao thought she was right, so she refused to give in. The old ghost smiled evilly and said decisively.

"make a deal!"

As he said that, the bastard took out a bottle of animal blood and qi pills from his storage bag and threw it to Ning Yao.

My goodness, Senior Sister Ning Yao is so angry that her breasts are almost becoming nodules.

She is less than twenty years old!

All I can say is that people like Lao Gui, who can move so smoothly in the gray area, are definitely beasts.

A quarter of an hour later, just when the monks who were watching the horse race were getting impatient,

The organizer of the competition, a high-level Qi training elder from the Foundation Building Immortal Clan Yang family, stood up.

He urged his spiritual power and asked loudly.

"Have all the Taoist friends placed their bets?"

Horse racing is for horse betting, so naturally it has to wait until the monks have placed their bets before it starts.

"Hurry up, I have something else to do!"

"Old Yang, you guys are really good at procrastinating."

"Start! Start!"

When the cultivator from the Yang family heard what everyone said, he did not hesitate and immediately flew into the air on a shield.

He raised his hand, and the monks who were leading the horses held their breath.

"start!"

Following his order, all the horses, including Hulugang, took off and accelerated madly.

Ten horses galloping cannot compare to the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, of course, but the blue horses participating in the horse race are at least at the high-level level of miscellaneous monsters, which is a world of difference from ordinary horses.

There seemed to be infinite power hidden in their tall bodies, and when they ran, the ground shook violently.

A large amount of soil on the ground on both sides of the track surrounded by stone railings was shaken away, which is one of the reasons why the racecourse turned into a muddy field.

Although the ground is bad, it does not affect the speed of the racehorses.

In just a few breaths, these horses ran like supercars, which made Yulou's blood boil.

In the first lap, Hulugang ran in the middle of the horses, not showing off his abilities and indeed did not look like he had the potential to be the champion.

But on the third lap, the two horses in front collided with each other while turning a corner, causing a terrible fall.

Hulugang is the second oldest racehorse and has extensive racing experience.

Faced with the obstacles on the ground, it jumped flexibly, jumped nearly ten meters away, and flew directly over the two fallen horses.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"It's over, it's all over, my spirit stone!"

"It's all your eighteen generations of ancestors! There must be something fishy going on!"

The happier Yu'an laughed, the more painful those gamblers who were doomed to lose felt.

After Hulugang escaped this time, he quickly left the horses behind him dozens of meters away.

It maintained its lead and easily took the top spot.

Yes, it is very old and no longer young.

Yes, it's not the fastest.

But so what? The veteran has so much experience.

The victory of the gourd jar once again verified those five words: __ is Shabi!
You don't need to be fast or strong, as long as you play steadily, your opponents will naturally give you opportunities, and victory will be that easy.

"Brother, the gourd jar won again, the gourd jar won again, hahahaha."

Yu'an pulled Yulou and was as happy as a sixteen-year-old child.

"Well, you guys go back first. I'll go meet this senior from the Yang family."

Yulou was very calm, even though Hulugang's victory was somewhat unexpected to him - he actually guessed it right.

But in horse racing, win or lose, any result is normal.

"What are you looking for him for?"

Zhong Ningyao and Yu'an were both very confused.

As a clan of foundation-building immortals, the Yang family is famous for taming spirit beasts and mounts. Could it be that Yulou wants to buy a spirit beast or a mount?
“You see, the horse race is held every ten days, and there are at least several hundred monks watching each time, and sometimes there can be thousands of them.

These monks are potential customers of Baibao Pavilion. I would like to cooperate with Yang and ask them to help promote Baibao Pavilion at the horse racing competition."

After watching today's horse racing, Yulou thought of a lot of things. The competition itself has many directions that can be further developed.

But he only plans to do an advertisement now, and will deal with the other things when there is an opportunity in the future.

Based on the basic rule that great power belongs to the individual, many characteristics of the world of immortal cultivation are completely different from the mundane world he lived in in his previous life. One must always test the waters first and not rush into anything rashly.

After bidding farewell to Yu'an and Ning Yao, Yulou found a Yang family monk who was treating a fallen racehorse.

"Senior, I am Yulou from the Anbei Wang family, and I want to discuss business with you."

Yulou's words were polite and measured. The Qigong practitioner from the Yang family stopped treating his wounds and looked up in confusion.

"The King of Anbei? Talking business with me?"

Of course he knew the name of the Wang family of Anbei, and the Yang family and the Wang family had a lot of business dealings.

But he was still a little surprised to see Yulou was so young.

Seeing that this senior was interested in learning more, Yulou was overjoyed and quickly introduced his plan to use the horse racing competition to promote Baibao Pavilion.

“That’s possible, but we’ve never done this before.”

The Qigong practitioner of the Yang family hesitated.

“This is the first time for everyone, so let’s slowly explore it. I’ll pay the spirit stones and you can just help with the promotion.

By the way, I don’t know your name yet.”

"Yang Qi, you can just call me Yang Qi. Wait until I cure this horse, and then we can discuss how to cooperate in detail."

　I wrote a chapter about watching horse racing. It’s not that I’m nagging, but it’s about the life of cultivating immortals and some scenes in this world.

　　I could speed up the plot, but that doesn't seem right, so I chose to update it more and write down all the points that I think can make the world more exciting and realistic.

　　This chapter is also very representative, with content about competitions, character interactions, descriptions of some things in the world of cultivation, and so on.

　　Changan is not an author of fairy tales. This book is my first time writing a fairy tale. I have tried my best. I hope you don’t hate it.
　　
　
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