In the center of Fuyi City, there is a square. On the square, there are wooden signs standing upright. These wooden signs are places for posting notices and rankings.
In the restaurant next to the square, there was a huge crowd.
"This year's ranking competition is pretty good, there are so many applicants!"
"That's right! There are a lot of masters too. Look, Di Jun from the Fulong Gang, Fu Lin from Jinfenglou...these are all rare masters!"
On the table facing the street, there were two people sitting, a big man with a red face and a Taoist with narrow eyes.
Listening to the discussions of the drinkers, the red-faced man said, "Brother He, it's time for you to get rich again!"
The narrow-eyed Taoist chuckled: "Where is it! How can I dare to show my abilities in front of real masters."
"Why are you being so polite in front of me? Last year I won Xiang Laodao's flying sword. I'm so envious..."
The narrow-eyed Taoist was even more proud.
He is a person with average cultivation and ordinary strength, but his vision is vicious enough!
Every year in the ranking competition, he will come over, carefully look for the target, and then make a bet to win a big one.
He didn't have to go out to hunt animals, and he didn't have to do hard work, just relying on this, he lived a very nourishing life.
"Hey, isn't that Xiang Laodao's apprentice?" the red-faced man suddenly asked.
The narrow-eyed Taoist looked over, and sure enough, the people who came in were a pair of apprentices of Xiang Laodao.
"Brother He, look at the sword in that kid's hand!"
Don't need to be reminded by the red-faced man, how could he miss the narrow-eyed Taoist's gaze
The scabbard of the sword is a very ordinary dark silver color, but the aura coming out of it... is simply intoxicating!
Didn't it mean that Mr. Xiang died, and his two apprentices lived in a miserable life? Did you get rich
The narrow-eyed Taoist drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the two people.
Xiang Zichen was patted lightly on the body, turned his head suddenly, and seeing the narrow-eyed Taoist, anger flashed in his eyes: "He Taoist, what do you want to do?"
Daoren He rubbed his hands and smiled, "Nephew Xiang, we are also old acquaintances, the old Daoist just said hello to you, what's the matter?"
"Stop!" Xiang Zichen slapped his hand away, "My master's revenge has not been settled with you yet!"
Taoist He laughed: "Nephew Xiang is joking again, how can we have any enmity! Brother Xiang passed away, I am also very sad as an old Taoist!"
"Get lost! If you hadn't provoked my master to gamble, how could my master have lost Feijian? It was because of this that he couldn't get sick..."
Seeing that Xiang Zichen was about to cry, Taoist He hurriedly said: "Hey, nephew Xiang, if you want to bet, you have to admit defeat. Brother Xiang and I talked well, in black and white, I didn't fool him!"
"But my master..."
"Ah!" Daoren He sighed, with a sad look on his face, "I am also very sad about Brother Xiang's death! If I had known, I would have returned the flying sword to him that day!"
Xiang Zichen's eyes lit up: "Are you willing to return the flying sword?"
Daoren He glanced at his face, and said: "Well... there are rules for gambling, and there is no reason to give back what you win at will."
Xiang Zichen was angry again: "You fooled me?!"
"No, no, no," He Daoren waved his hands again and again, "The old Taoist just said that there are rules in each line, and the thieves will not be empty! If I pay back at will, my luck in gambling will be..."
"Then what do you mean?"
Taoist He said with a smile: "How about this, let's gamble again, and if we win, Nephew Xiang, you can take the sword back. This will also comfort Brother Xiang's spirit in heaven, right?"
"I don't want to bet with you!" Xiang Zichen reacted greatly, "Master said before he passed away that I'm not allowed to bet again!"
Taoist He said: "Nephew Xiang, we don't call it gambling, it's just a formality! In this way, Nephew Xiang, you are going to participate in the ranking competition this time, right?"
Xiang Zichen let out a "huh".
Daoren He stroked his beard and rolled his eyes: "Then I'll bet with you, if you win all the ranking matches, the sword will be returned to you, how about it?"
"One game?"
"Yes! One game!" Taoist He pulled him, "If the nephew doesn't believe me, we'll make a bet right now. But, it's still the same rule, the nephew must have something of the same value to bet on..."
…
After a while, Taoist He came back, blew the bet written in black and white, and squinted his eyes with a smile.
The red-faced man leaned over: "Brother He, do you really want to return the sword to him?"
Taoist He "slipped" and took a sip of wine: "How is it possible! Not only did I not return it to him, but I also told him to lose the sword in his hand!"
"This... that kid has a relatively low level of cultivation, but it's still very possible to win a game, right?"
Taoist He laughed, and put the bet in front of the red-faced man: "Look!"
The red-faced man took a look, and saw that it read: All ranking matches win one game...
He thought about it carefully, and was surprised: "This means..."
"Win one game in all ranking games, and win one game in all ranking games. Does this mean different?"
…
"Idiot!" Ling Wuxia picked up the bet, looked at the words written on it, and squinted at Xiang Zichen: "Is this how your master lost?"
"No," Xiang Zichen waved his hands quickly, fearing that Master would be affected by him and become one of the "idiots", "Master was provoked by him."
"Liar, of course it depends on the person ordering the dishes." Zhou Ruying said. She's been outside for a long time, what hasn't happened
Win one game in all ranking matches, that is to say, as long as Xiang Zichen wins one game, he can win the bet. And if he wins all the ranking matches, that means no matter which gang he is drawn to compete with, he must win one.
If Xiang Zichen was so strong, would the concept of Qingxu decline like this
"Senior," Xiang Zichen asked in a low voice, "is this too embarrassing for you?"
"Winning all one game, what's the difficulty?" Lu Mingshu said calmly, "Didn't you say we won two out of three games? Of the three of us, only one of us can win."
"Don't look down on me." Zhou Ruoying said, "I'm not as famous as you guys, but when it comes to fighting, I rarely lose."
Her job is to kill people, and it is necessary to be quick and ruthless. People like her don't have much reputation, but their strength is never weak.
Ling Wuxia glanced: "I have never lost."
"What a coincidence, I..." Received Ling Wuxia's gaze, Lu Mingshu smiled, "I always take the first place."
The first in the battle of Tianmen, the first in the Qilin Club.
"..." Ling Wuxia said, "Then let's do things, have you added our names?"
"Added it." Xiang Zichen nodded repeatedly.
Xiang Zimei just ran in from outside.
"Are you optimistic about the handicap?" Zhou Ruying asked her.
Xiang Zimei gasped: "I've asked you all. As soon as the ranking competition starts, my brother and I will place a bet."
Thinking of what she had to do, Xiang Zimei was very excited.
"After the work is done, let's do some exercises." Lu Mingshu said, "We can help once, but we still have to rely on you in the future."