My Simulated Longevity

As for the truth of the war, it is not something Li Fan can know at the moment.

When the dark clouds hanging over everyone gradually dissipated, when the recruited monks returned to their hometown.

This war, which lasted for more than eight months, gave people the impression that it was like a dream, as if it had never happened.

Only when I occasionally mention those monk friends who have disappeared forever, can I vaguely recall this tragic war.

Naturally, Li Fan also had familiar monks who died in the war.

Not to mention Yaotang Chen Ying, who died early in a sneak attack by Wu Laohui.

Cong Yunhai performed in the martial arts hall, Jiang Zhengji and Du Xingchang both died.

Cezhentang also suffered heavy losses.

Three people were called up.

Gong Boyu and another Nascent Soul Formation Master named Mu Bowen were affected by the battle between the powerful gods and were not able to survive.

Only Zhang Zhiliang survived.

The rest of the monks who served in various positions on Ten Thousand Immortals Island had only met Li Fan once before but died in this battle.

There are countless more.

The brutality of the Tianlingzhou battle can be seen clearly.

Fortunately, what this world is most indispensable for is monks who are fighting for their lives one after another.

With a notification from Tianxuan Mirror, everyone soon forgot about the war and the deaths it brought.

Within three years, every monk can purchase the technique at a 30% discount on the original price.

Each person is limited to one purchase and cannot be transferred as a gift.

As soon as the news came out, the monks who were still a little secretly sad at first cheered up and cheered up.

The contribution level was just a little bit low in the first place, and I could just get it after a discount. Naturally, I immediately bought the technique that I had been thinking about and started practicing it with great joy.

The contribution level is quite different, but after three years of hard work, you can barely buy the skills.

Then he started to do tasks crazily and accumulate contribution points.

Finally, there are those monks who have little contribution left, and no matter how hard they work in three years, there will be no success.

Some methods of "loaning" and "getting rich overnight" became his life-saving straw.

As Cong Yunhai's most famous means of getting rich, [Dingyu], anchored at the end of 2016, attracted several times more monks than usual to participate.

The sky above the island was dark and crowded with people who came to join in the fun.

Li Fan was naturally among them.

He clearly remembered that the leader of the fish this time was a white pomfret.

Although his contribution is enough for now, Li Fan will not miss any opportunity to increase his wealth.

Choose a target and place your bet.

The twenty-seven days of observation period flew by.

Soon the day came when the lake erupted into the sky and the grand prize was born.

Most of the monks had red eyes and nervous expressions, and they did not dare to make any unusual noises. They just stared at the countless fish competing with each other in the lake below.

The final result surprised Li Fan.

This time the fish chief was not the white pomfret that Li Fan remembered.

Instead, it was a pike fish with glittering gold all over its body and full of majesty.

"I'm hit! I'm hit!"

Amidst the sighs and curses of the monks, an extremely excited howl even stood out.

Looking along the sound, Li Fan saw a young monk with messy hair and tattered clothes. He was extremely excited at the moment and his face was flushed.

"Jackpot! I won! Jackpot!"

As if he was afraid that others wouldn't know, he shouted crazily.

Ignoring the many eyes that could kill someone, the young monk raised his head and laughed, as if he was crazy.

"Go, isn't this Han Yi? I heard that a few years ago some foundation-building master defrauded him of all his money, and his life was miserable. I didn't expect that today, luck would turn around and I won the jackpot!"

"What kind of fucking luck is this!"

"Why can't such a good thing happen to me? This time I lost all the hundreds of contribution points I finally saved!"

"With so many people this time, it's still a jackpot. The winner takes all, it's the end of the year, and the usual prize pool needs to be emptied..."

"Fuck, the final reward is estimated to be at least one million contribution points upwards!"

After a little calculation, the monks looked at Han Yi differently.

And Han Yi, who was a little carried away because he won the first prize, finally noticed something.

His expression became nervous as more and more people looked at him.

Fortunately, the rules of "fixing fish" are still there, and the safety of the winners is still guaranteed in public and in full view of the public.

Otherwise, it would be so easy to kill people and seize treasures. Once the rules are broken, there will definitely be fewer and fewer monks playing this [fish fixing] in the future.

It's better to use this to publicize it and attract more monks to participate in the future.

The desperate and impoverished little foundation-building monk made a desperate move and completely turned over.

From now on, it is possible to reach the pinnacle of life, with Nascent Soul and Transformation into God.

What slogan is more attractive than this living example?

Several organizers of Dingyu made eye contact and quickly brought Han Yi to the center of the crowd.

After some calculations, a huge reward totaling 1.56 million contribution points was transferred to Han Yi on the spot.

Han Yi lost his excitement after receiving the reward.

He just became a little confused, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true, and his face was a little confused.

And the greed in the eyes of the monks who were watching became even more frightening.

For the personal safety of this lucky man, several organizers of Dingyu decided to personally escort Han Yi back to Wanxian Island.

Those monks who had lost all their chips to Han Yi followed unwillingly.

Soon, surrounded by everyone, Han Yi left the sea here.

Only the tuna leader was left who was quietly digesting the essence of other participating fish.

And Li Fan.

Looking at Tuna Kui, whose aura was getting stronger, Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Why is the outcome of this life different from what I experienced?"

"Where are the variables?"

Li Fan, who sadly lost the grand prize, didn't feel much mentally unbalanced.

In addition to placing fish, he has many other ways to earn a lot of contribution points.

The reasons for the different results were what really interested him.

"Logically speaking, apart from having more people participating, nothing can have an impact on the outcome of the fish fixing."

Li Fan stood still and thought for a long time, but couldn't get a reliable answer.

He simply used the secret method of [Hua Dao Shenyi] to keep the scene of the fish being fixed in his mind.

Slowly, Li Fan saw some clues.

Li Fan's view of "no big variables" is from the perspective of a monk.

But from the perspective of the countless fish involved in the decision-making process, variables are everywhere.

It may be that an item carelessly discarded by the monk caused a change in the water flow.

It could also be a fish that was frightened by the monk's aura and changed its trajectory.

…

Because the fish is too weak and the monk is too powerful.

If you are weak, you cannot be alone and can only go with the flow and be at the mercy of so-called variables.

Li Fanruo has gained something.

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