The sound of collision suddenly stopped, and the indifferent smile on Situ Han's face also disappeared, replaced by slightly frowning brows, slightly lowered his head in thought, Situ Han raised his head, and after a long while, shrugged his shoulders, and moved the secret lock. Although it is still a little difficult to determine the button, his movements are extremely confident.
He Xiangdong and the others also had strange expressions on their faces, and they looked at each other for a while. The faces of these super big names in the gambling world were full of surprise, and everyone thought it was a result. Is it really that simple? Or what did this person do? If he can make everyone get the same wrong result, then this person's ability is too terrifying.
Su Yi's thin leaves just cast their eyes on Bu Feng involuntarily, but they were taken aback. Bu Feng's complexion was terrible, his facial muscles trembled, his chest rose and fell exaggeratedly, and he gasped heavily. His eyes were in a trance, looking at the steel cup and shaking his head slowly, as if he was avoiding something.
Situ Han also looked at Bu Feng's appearance in surprise, and then turned his head to look at the inexplicable smile on the big man's face, feeling chills in his heart.
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It seemed that a whole century had passed, and everything was quiet.
"Little brother?" The big man's voice rose, and the loud voice awakened Bu Feng from the bewildered realm. He couldn't wait to escape from the terrible realm, but his face was already pale, and his eyes were in a trance. Looking at the burly man, Bu Feng collected himself, and then shook his head.
The big man laughed softly, but the smile on his rough face was unusually gentle and peaceful. With that indifferent smile, the big man strode up to Bu Feng's side, patted his shoulder, and walked away Go, the loud voice was a little loud: "Everything in the world has its own rhythm, and it is the independence of this rhythm that has created these three thousand great worlds! Even the most unpredictable time is the same, feel Rhythm, feel the rhythm—the wind has the rhythm of the wind, the water has the pulsation of the water, and time and space also have inherent rhythm laws. Everything in the world is imprisoned in time and space, and is hidden in the inherent rhythm. , running with the rhythm of space and time, if you can't really grasp the rhythm, the rhythm of space and time, what you see will always be a phantom!"
The voice gradually faded away, and the big man disappeared from sight as the voice narrowed.
After looking at the pale-faced Bu Feng, and then at the steel cup on the table, Situ Han cupped his hands to the dull-looking Bu Feng, and strode away with a faint smile on his face again. With a little thought, the long hair fluttered with the rhythm of the footsteps...
He Xiangdong looked at Bu Feng's appearance, and said to the Ye brothers: "Brother, I will take a step first, and I will talk about it another day!"
Ye Zigang nodded, looked at the pale-faced Bu Feng, and said in a low voice, "Take care of Brother Bu, and I will definitely come to visit you in person in the future!"
He cupped his fists and bowed to the big bosses who were gradually waking up around him. He Xiangdong walked out with Bu Feng, but he forgot about Long Jiutian who had long since disappeared.
After hesitating for a while, Ye Zi just stepped forward to open the steel cup, and immediately stayed there.
Looking at the result in the steel cup, the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay. It turned out to be such a simple result, but such a direct and simple method made the young man behave so abnormally. What is the reason for this
After the first game presided over by He Xiangdong, no one in this game would think that Situ Han and Bu Feng couldn't understand such a simple game, even though in fact Bu Feng did not know anything about it.
Ye Zigang frowned, slowly raised his head, moved his eyes from the dice in the steel cup, and stared at the direction where Bu Feng and the others disappeared.
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The night in Hong Kong is definitely busier than the daytime, the streets are bustling and noisy.
However, this kind of noise is not everywhere. There are few pedestrians and not many shops on a rather remote road. Compared with this noisy city, it seems very quiet.
A big man in a black and white striped suit walked on the path, his footsteps were simple but bright.
"woodcutter!"
The big man was shocked when he heard the sound, his face was full of nostalgia, he turned around slowly after a while, and said with a low smile: "It's been so many years, I thought Brother Long didn't want to see me anymore."
From the shadows on the side of the road, Long Jiutian's figure slowly came out, with his hands on his back, his steps were steady, his blond hair fluttered slightly, and he had a domineering air.
"You seem to be a little different." Long Jiutian stared at the woodcutter and said, his face became vaguely serious: "The feeling of looking at you now is like looking at Yu Rui, you have changed!"
The woodcutter shook his head: "It's just that my elder brother told me some tricks when he was dying, and I have learned something from it over the years."
"Let's not talk about that, but you don't stay in Europe well, but what are you doing here?" Long Jiutian looked at the big man for a while, then raised his head, walked over with his hands behind his back and asked, he was always cynical on weekdays There is a trace of nostalgic warmth on his face.
The big man called the woodcutter was a little surprised: "You actually know that I am in Europe?"
"Hehe, woodcutter, by the way, should I still call you General Shi Shouxin? It's very majestic!" Looking at the woodcutter with a surprised expression, Long Jiutian said something inexplicable after a while, and smiled. Then he said slowly: "Since you came out of the mountains and met the monk emperor, until you went to Europe a few years ago, we mostly know all your experiences."
"Actually, even if I don't want to do this, Dongfang will not let it go. In her eyes, you have always been her little brother!" After a while, Long Jiutian waved his hand and continued.
Saying that, Long Jiutian looked at the woodcutter and smiled lightly, as if looking at the young man who was carefree in the mountains and forests.
"I thought, after we fell out that day, we would never see you again in this life... Oh, let's not talk about this..."
The woodcutter shook his head while talking to himself, the emotion on his face gradually subsided, his shortness of breath also calmed down, he let out a long sigh, his blurred eyes recovered from the long distance, and he began to speak slowly. Authentic: "I know why you came here, tears from heaven, right?"
Long Jiutian nodded, and then asked: "Of course, I have always been interested in these things, but I can't figure out why you are here. Could it be that you are also interested in that stuff? It's not like your character."
The woodcutter didn't reply to Long Jiutian's words, but smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "Then do you know what kind of container these people call 'tears from heaven'?"
Long Jiutian was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, looked at the woodcutter suspiciously, savoring the meaning of that smile, thinking about the woodcutter's tone in his mind.
"In the old days of chaos, Fuxi saw the five-star spirit flying down the phoenix tree, and the phoenix emperor came to the ceremony. The phoenix is the king of all birds. It does not eat unless it is bamboo, it does not live in it unless it is Wutong, and it does not drink unless it is a sweet spring. Fuxi knew that phoenix is a tree. It is a good material that captures the essence of good fortune. It can be regarded as elegant music and can be cut down. Its height is three feet and three feet. Knock it, its sound is too clear, and discard it because it is too light; take the next section of knocking, its sound is too murky, and discard it because it is too heavy; Also, send it into the long flowing water, soak it for seventy-two days, according to the number of seventy-two waiting periods. Pick up the shade and dry it, choose a good time and auspicious day, and use the master craftsman Liu Ziqi to make musical instruments."
The woodcutter spoke eloquently, his simple words accompanied by a trace of nostalgia and sadness that could not be concealed: "Do you remember that this is He Qin?"
Long Jiutian frowned. Although he didn't understand what the woodcutter meant, he continued: "Fuxi thinks this is the joy of Yaochi, so it is named Yaoqin. It is three feet six inches and one cent long, according to Zhou Tiansan. One hundred and sixty-one degrees; the front width is eight inches, according to eight knots; the back width is four inches, according to four o'clock; Zhen, the golden emblem. First, the five strings are on the top, and the five elements are pressed on the outside: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth; the five tones are pressed on the inside: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu. Yao and Shun played the five-stringed qin and sang "South Wind" "Poetry, the great rule of the world. Later, because King Wen of Zhou was imprisoned in Xianli, Diao Zibo Yi Kao, added a string, quiet and sad, called Wenxian. Later King Wu defeated Zhou, singing before and dancing, adding a string, Vigorously carried forward, it is called Wuxian. First there are five strings of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu, and then two strings are added, which is called Wenwu Lyre. This piano is touched to the perfect point, and the howling tiger does not roar when it hears it, and the ape mourns Listen without crying."
He already had a special love for these rare treasures, and he had witnessed this piano with his own eyes, and even listened to it being played in a stream by the mountain. Looking at the woodcutter, he knew that he was also remembering the past, patted the woodcutter on the shoulder, and continued: "Brother Yu played by the stream that day, and the birds in the mountains came to congratulate, how can I forget?"
Staring at Long Jiutian's eyes, the woodcutter slowly said: "Then do you know that the tears of heaven you are pursuing now are stored in this instrument, and I am naturally not interested in tears of heaven , but I want to take back this violin!"
Long Jiutian nodded, and the doubts on his face disappeared: "Indeed, with your character, if this is really the piano he left behind, you must take it! However, I don't understand why Tears of Heaven pretends to be In this instrument?"