Chapter 148: My Buddhist disciple, do not gamble, do not gamble
Everyone was stunned. The little monk's expression was the most vivid. Every time Lei Dong pulled out a sword, the little monk's face twitched, as if Lei Dong was not pulling out the sword in the sword grave, but pulling the hair on his bald head.
of.
There were seven swords in a row, all of which were what Lei Dong said was "not good". There were ripples in the air, and Master Shenguang appeared. The surprise on the old monk's face was no less than that of the large group of juniors.
At this moment, someone finally came to his senses, and Tianyuan's Qingchan little Taoist said with surprise: "Could it be that the iron law of the Sword Tomb has been changed?"
It seems to be the most reasonable explanation. The rules of the Sword Tomb have been changed. Anyone can pull out as many swords as they want. Everyone woke up from a dream and dispersed in an instant. They did not search for it deliberately and just chose which sword they saw.
Just go and pull out any sword, but no matter how much they use their skills, they can't shake any sword!
Even the sword that Lei Dong had just pulled out and inserted back in, no one could pull it out again.
Xiao Fengqiao couldn't help but take action, but the result was no different from others. He walked around the girl with flowers in hand and gave serious instructions from the side: "Don't use brute force. The force is heavy on the waist and shakes the wrist, just like me."
Then, the little fat man pulled out a sword and smiled happily at Fengqiao: "Did you see it clearly? I'll pull it out again. Look carefully."
This time, I replaced holding flowers with drawing sword, and drew it out easily.
Nianhua can do what Lei Dong can do.
Fengqiao was stunned and stared blankly at the flower.
Su Jing was not surprised and turned to look at Akame. The latter understood what he wanted to ask and shook his head, indicating that he did not understand why the three corpses could draw their swords at will.
Su Jing remained calm and followed the noisy crowd around, casually reaching out and trying to pull out the sword. He never pulled out the sword. It wasn't that he couldn't pull it out, but that he didn't pull out the sword and held the hilt with a little force.
, I knew in my heart: I and the three corpses could draw their swords at will in this sword tomb!
He didn't mean to hide it, it was just that this matter was strange and had nothing to do with others, so there was no need to let them know. However, when the other disciples of the Tianzong who had been paying some attention to Su Jing saw this, they really thought that he could not draw his sword.
Nianhua had a little girl by her side, so she didn't care about him. After drawing his sword several times, he saw Xiao Fengqiao was in a daze, so he simply put the newly picked sword into her hand: "I'm here, you don't need to bend down and exert any effort.
Take it and give it to you!"
Fengqiao hesitated for a moment, thanked him and reached out to take the sword, but before she could hold it firmly, Yu Nianhua's flying sword, which was as obedient as a little sheep, suddenly turned into a fierce and poisonous snake, and the sword energy spontaneously rushed back.
Fengqiao Pulse Gate!
Feng Qiao hurriedly let go, and the long sword burst into light and flew back into the distance on its own.
For Su Jing and the three corpses, let them be picked by you; for others, don't admit it, don't let the sword surrender, even if it has been pulled out and put into your hand!
Things were more than weird, downright weird.
After many monks tried that they could not pick swords at will, they turned their attention back to Lei Dong and Nian Hua. They had no worries. This time they became the center of attention. They felt proud beyond words and drew a sword to the left.
He drew his sword to the right and showed off even more.
Su Jing stopped him: "Stop it now, don't make any more trouble."
The three corpses were very obedient this time and didn't reply with a single word. Lei Dong and Nian Hua put their swords back in their hands and returned to Su Jing's side honestly.
After seeing the miraculous abilities of the two dwarfs, how could anyone dare to look down upon them? When they saw them obeying Su Jing's orders again, everyone looked at Su Jing with even more complicated expressions.
Zixiao Shang Shang squinted his eyes and looked at Su Jing: "Fellow Daoist Su brought three strange people to the Sword Tomb to help them pick out good swords." When she said this, she suddenly laughed: "But you have to do it yourself, so
When I think about it, unless fellow Daoist Su has the ability of the three of them, it will still be in vain."
Su Jing smiled and shook his head: "The three of them have nothing to do with me. We just met last month and they just came to the Sword Tomb together."
At this time, Akame suddenly spoke, his red eyes glaring: "The sword Su Jingcai acquired will be stronger than yours." After saying that, he paused for a moment, and then emphasized his tone: "His sword is stronger than all of you combined."
Zi Xiao Shang Shang smiled instead of being angry. Of course she would laugh at the joke told by Akame. Qingchan from Tianyuan Dao caught the words and looked at Su Jing's light words: "Do you want to make a bet? The sword picked up by fellow Taoist Su
, stronger than all of us combined.”
Akame pointed at Zixiao and Tianyuan's small group of people, but Qingchan caused the ambiguity and directly expanded the circle to include everyone; and it was Akame who made the arrogant words, not Su Jing, so Qingchan directly mentioned Su Jing.
Jing's body shows that this little Taoist priest is skillful in speaking.
Su Jingcai didn't bother to pay attention to such boring things, but before he could speak, the little Taoist priest Qingchan continued with a smile: "If Taoist Su loses, there is no need to do anything. He only needs to go to Tianyuan Mountain to work as a handyman for a day."
Su Jing raised his eyebrows, seemed to be interested, and asked: "What do you say if you lose?"
Qingchanzi said loudly: "If Xiao Dao loses, I will let Friend Su send me three orders. As long as it does not violate the righteousness of cultivating the righteous path and does not violate the rules of Tianyuan Sect, I will do anything through fire and water, even if I am asked to commit suicide on the spot."
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Without waiting for Su Jing to respond, Gao Yingjie from Dacheng University smiled and said: "Such an interesting thing, I will also add a bonus." He had the intention of following the bet, but did not say who to bet on, he just used his words to settle the bet first.
Reality.
While Gao Yingjie was speaking, Niluowu Fengqiao frowned and said, "Senior Brother Qingchan's bet is unfair."
It's really unfair.
Don't talk about winning or losing, just compare the bets. A day's handyman gave three orders. At first glance, it seemed that Su Jing had taken a big advantage. But in fact, the young uncle of the head of Lishan went to Tianyuan Road to work as a coolie, and Qingchan called for a bet.
Li Shan's face; and Su Jing's seniority is so high, even if he wins, Qing Chanzi will not be able to do anything difficult in front of countless comrades, let alone draw his sword and kill himself.
Feng Qiao turned to look at Su Jing and said in a very soft voice: "This is about Lishan's reputation. Su, please think twice."
Su Jing, however, did not distinguish between good and bad, and looked disapproving: "It has nothing to do with Lishan's reputation. A small gambling fight between fellow Taoists is harmless." Then he looked at Tianyuan Qingchan: "If you bet, do you need to establish a written statement?
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"Fellow Daoist Su is joking. The Eight Ancestors of Lishan Lishan are really telling the truth. There is no need to establish evidence for what they say. What's more, there are thousands of fellow Taoists here to testify." After confirming the small bet, Tianyuan Qingchan continued: "Fellow Daoist Su feels that he
The swords obtained from the sword tomb will be stronger than the swords collected by all of us combined. This confidence is a bit arrogant. The Lishan disciples underestimate the talents of each sect."
One sentence drew everyone to the opposite side of Lishan. Su Jing, who had never had any sharp words, was not affected by this sentence: "If you are really confident, take it as a bet; if you are not sure, just wait and see. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose in a small bet, but Li
No matter how incompetent a disciple of the mountain is, he will not show off his words and drag irrelevant comrades behind him to use them as bargaining chips."
The master of Guangmingding had been talking for a long time, and the sword boy could not keep silent. Fan Qiao said: "Please respect yourself, fellow Taoist Qingchan. What does your bet with Senior Su have to do with us? Why did I pick up the sword?"
Do you want to be included in your winning or losing calculation? I won’t forgive you.”
When these words came out, the cultivators who were affiliated with Li Shan, or whose disciples had good relations with Li Shan, immediately agreed and spoke one after another. Their words were not as direct as Fan Qiao's, but everyone's meaning was the same as Fan Qiao's.
The scene was a little chaotic, and Qingchan's face was really ugly.
The Xiu family who had connections with Lishan withdrew, and the disciples of the sect who were good friends with Tianyuan naturally supported Qingchan. As for the more monks who had nothing to do with the two sects, they made eye contact with each other, and they were all thinking about this in their hearts.
At that time, Gao Yingjie of Dacheng School took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, which was full of small regular script. He couldn't see clearly what was written. Gao Yingjie moved the object and said with a smile: "The chapter on Yanyun Tianmu, bet it on Qingqing
Senior Brother Chan is dead. Does Fellow Daoist Su have anything to add?"
Su Jing was not familiar with the spells of other sects, and had never heard of the name "Yanyun Tianmu Chapter", but just by looking at the surprised expressions of several Tianzong disciples, he could understand that this was not an ordinary thing.
At this time, the three corpses were gone, and one person was about to enter the game with a coffin, but someone was faster than them: "White jade genealogy, I got it by chance when traveling, I am here to accompany Senior Brother Gao."
Nieluo Fengqiao took out a jade jue and waved it to everyone. Nieluowu and Lishan always advanced and retreated together. Senior sister Qiqiao was saved by Su Jing again. Even though he thought he would probably lose, Fengqiao still stood by Su Jing.
On the side of the scene, two descendants of the Tianzong expressed their stance one after another. The ordinary cultivators who followed them had their stance. No need to ask, a group of people immediately started shouting and refused to let Qingchanzi make up the number.
"I will also place a bet." Zixiao Shangshang said in a loud voice, and took out a bunch of nine dolls from his arms: "Three aunts and six wives, I wish junior brother Qingchan wins this game."
Each of the three nuns and six nuns is famous: the third nun is a nun, a Taoist nun, and a Gua nun; the sixth nun is a nun, a matchmaker, a master nun, a pious nun, a medicine nun, and a steady nun.
The three aunts are all women who serve the spirits; the sixth aunt is the most popular for traveling through the world, and the practice of Zixiao Kingdom is very different from that of the major sects in Middle-earth. What they inherit is the ancient witchcraft, and Zixiao Shangshang is the most popular.
The assistant "Three Aunts and Six Possibles" witch puppets are the treasures inherited from Wu Tian.
This time it was finally the turn of the three corpses. They held up the coffin and made the bet. Now that the bet was clear and the camp was clear, Guo didn't say anything, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
I had seen people gambling and exchanging words before. You bet your treasures and I will bet. The little novice's face was full of excitement, and his mouth couldn't help but grin like a big boss. He smiled innocently. Now he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him, and he couldn't help being startled.
He met everyone's gaze blankly: "Donors, what advice can you give me?"
Tian Yuan Qingchan asked with a smile: "Such an interesting bet, why don't junior brother come and place a bet?"
The little monk was in a daze for a moment, and said cowardly: "Can I also escort you?" After saying that, he met the encouraging glances in front of him, his eyes gradually brightened, and he put his hand into his sleeve but did not take it out immediately, not knowing that there was something dead in his hands.
What was he clutching tightly? His bald head turned around, looking at Qingchan and then at Su Jing. After a while, the baby didn't show up, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
The little monk's appearance really made many people laugh. Su Jing smiled and kindly reminded him: "Little monk, your master is still watching from above."
After struggling for a long time, he finally made a decision and was about to make a bet. Guo Xian was startled when he heard the words. He didn't dare to raise his head. He raised his eyelids and saw the figure of the master. He quickly retracted his hands from his sleeves and raised his hands.
Putting hands together: "As a disciple of Buddha, I will not gamble if I don't gamble. Amitabha Buddha will not gamble."
The Shenguang monk in mid-air flicked his sleeves and hid his figure again. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.
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