The weather was fine and cloudless for the next few days.
In the past few days, besides communicating with snakes, Jiang Yang also discussed snake life together.
Ask it why it is so cautious and refuses to admit defeat?
In the past few days, the little snake would often challenge the authority of the Toad King after eating and drinking enough.
It was either a sneak attack from behind or a frame-up.
But what it doesn't know is that the Toad King is Jiang Yang's original wife.
I have been following him for ten years.
The two lived and died together and fought in the back mountains for ten years.
The little snake is at most a concubine.
No matter how much the concubine competes for favor, she cannot shake the position of the original wife in Jiang Yang's heart.
But the little snake was not discouraged.
He always tried his best to "eat" the Toad King and take revenge.
As you can imagine, the result was that every time he was beaten by the Toad King, his nose would be bruised, his face would be swollen, and his eyes would be full of tears.
Jiang Yang always had to coax him for a while afterwards.
What can I do with my own snake...
well!
Sad.
In addition to these, Jiang Yang is still waiting for a reply from the Giant Bear Sect every day.
However, I didn't receive a reply from the Giant Bear Sect a few days ago. Instead, I got news from the nearby Eagle Claw Sect that they wanted to challenge Qingyuan Temple.
Jiang Yang temporarily refused with the excuse of "from one to the next".
He said that he would only accept the Eagle Claw Sect until the Giant Bear Sect expressed its attitude of rejection.
As a man, you must stick to it till the end.
You can't ride in two boats.
After waiting for several more days, a letter finally arrived from the Giant Bear Gate.
The letter stated that they agreed to launch another sect challenge to Qingyuan Temple.
But the location needs to be changed, and the competition must be held at the location designated by the Giant Bear Gate.
Jiang Yang agreed without even thinking about it.
…
Giant Bear Gate, Lanjiang Valley.
The Lanjiang River crosses several states in Western Shu. It is a large river more than ten feet wide and is a tributary of the Wujiang River. The Lanjiang River Valley is a gentle valley formed by the accumulation of sediment when the Lanjiang River flows through the Giant Bear Gate area. The terrain in the valley is
Gentle, birds chirping and flowers fragrant.
A few days ago, news spread that the Giant Bear Sect and Qingyuan Temple were having another fight.
Disciples from several major nearby sects, such as Eagle Claw Sect, Black Tiger Valley, and Iron Fist Sect heard the news and came to watch the game one after another.
The Giant Bear Gate welcomes all comers.
No matter who you are, as long as you register your identity in front of the mountain gate and get a sign, you can enter the Lanjiang Valley to watch the game.
It's still early now.
However, the Lanjiang Valley has long been overcrowded and crowded.
Suddenly, cloth flags were erected at a temporary stall on the roadside and fluttered in the wind.
A fat man with a chubby figure climbed up on the table, loudly calling for everyone to come over, and kept shouting: "Fellow Taoists, seniors and juniors, young heroes and heroines... passing by, don't miss it, the market is open, the market is open!
!”
Everyone was curious for a moment and gathered around him.
Someone asked: "Opening? What market will be opened?"
"Of course it's about who wins today and who loses!"
The fat man glanced at the man, waved his hand, and said:
"Fellow Taoists, if you are passing by, don't miss it. Today, you will pay ten if you bet on Qingyuan Temple."
"Hey, you're not afraid of losing everything?"
"That's right, don't think that Qingyuan Guan won by chance last time, and they can still win this second game..."
"I heard that the Giant Bear Sect came prepared this time. Head Xiong was personally present to supervise the battle. If Xiong Da loses, he may be kicked out of the sect by his father."
"So, the Giant Bear Clan can't afford to lose in this match!"
"I also have news here, saying that the person representing Qingyuan Temple this time is a famous person, who is famous in our country of Western Shu... Hey, guess who it is?" The thin man deliberately told the story to whet everyone's appetite.
"Speak quickly, tell me quickly." Everyone was curious and urged.
"Cui Ru!"
"Ah? That blind man, the one who scolded the emperor?" Someone remembered what kind of god Cui Ru was.
"No, he's still a cripple." Someone else laughed.
Everyone sighed for a while: "I don't know what the head of Qingyuan Temple thinks, why did he accept him as a disciple and send him out?"
"Don't you just have to wait to admit defeat and hand over the sect's land deed?"
"That's right..."
Everyone was talking and nodding in agreement.
The fat man who opened the market saw that the topic was getting further and further away, so he hurriedly pulled it back: "Do you want to bet or not? One pays ten, one pays ten..."
Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the fat man.
Generally speaking, monks like us do not participate in such gambling.
There are only contemptuous names and blank looks for him.
But today...
Not ordinary.
The monks left the care of the sect elders to have some fun...
It's not a big problem.
What's more, the odds are so high.
Pay ten to one.
Even if you bet on one spiritual stone, you can get ten spiritual stones in compensation afterwards.
If you don't play, you are a fool.
Several people came forward and slapped the extra spiritual stones in their hands on the table: "I bet on the Giant Bear Gate!"
"I'll also bet on the giant bear gate!"
With a few gamblers taking the lead, others began to donate their money.
Those who didn't bring any spiritual stones took out the elixirs and talismans as bets.
Another person took out a good-looking flying sword and placed it on the table.
The fat man accepted them all with a smile and recorded them one by one.
A quarter of an hour later, the table was densely packed with materials betting on the Giant Bear's victory.
There are so many different things that it’s dazzling to see.
It's a huge fortune.
There is nothing in the Qingyuan Temple.
It’s really puzzling that the people from Qingyuan Temple fought!
"Everyone, if there is anyone who has placed bets, the market is closed." The fat man continued to shout. After waiting for a while, no one came forward, so he wrapped the gambling money in a package and said to everyone: "
Fellow Taoists, don’t wait here, the competition is about to begin!”
"Don't worry, everyone, no matter what the outcome is, my money and three gold will definitely be cashed here!"
Everyone thought the same thing. They came here to watch the game, not to gamble.
Can this gambling stall owner take advantage of someone's unpreparedness and take the money and run away?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Slowly, everyone left the stall and went to the ring to wait.
In another quarter of an hour, the game will start.
The fat man had almost left when he saw the onlookers.
He rolled his eyes, suddenly held his stomach, and said "Ouch".
He said to a strong man at the stall: "Brother, please help me... take a look at the stall for me, I suddenly have a stomachache."
The strong man cupped his fists and said, "Let's go."
The fat man was overjoyed. He picked up his baggage, covered his stomach and went to find the toilet.
This is a normal thing, but when the fat man is about to leave.
Suddenly he was caught.
"Boss, I want to bet on Qingyuan Temple!"
The person who came was a pretty girl with a slight smile.
"Hey, didn't you just beg for money to join my Qingyuan Temple a few days ago... Why has your name changed now? Instead of being called Qian Xin, it's called Qian Sanjin?"
Chu Ling'er had long noticed the noise Qian Xin was making here.
Following her master's orders, she came here specifically to "secure" a hand.
When Qian Xin met an acquaintance, he immediately raised a finger to his lips:
"Shhhhhh, auntie, please keep your voice down..."
Chu Ling'er picked up a strand of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, took out a golden demon pill from the Qiankun bag, and placed it on the gambling table for the winner of Qingyuan Temple.
This demon pill was one of the two big demon pills that Jiang Yang missed that day.
As soon as this demon pill came out, the whole audience gasped.
Even under some pergolas in the distance, the bigwigs from various parties sitting chatting and drinking tea turned their heads one after another, looking for the strong aura exuded by this demon pill.
"Look at the size and quality, it's at least fourth grade, right?" The person who got close whispered to his companion.
"Fourth grade? At least third grade!"
"This size is at the level of a demon king at least!"