The last four words were as heavy as a mountain. Shui Menghan's face suddenly darkened. She was also a smart person, so she immediately pointed out, "Senior, are you sure that I will lose?"
There was a hint of anger in these words.
Hearing the anger in her words, the other party didn't care at all, and just said casually: "As expected... You really have the outline of the 'Nine Styles of the Divine Sword' on you... Did that guy copy it for you? Never mind... It doesn't matter. That guy's swordsmanship is good, but it's someone else's sword after all. The aura is not right. It's not good to practice too much..."
"… In this case, we need the first four moves, the 'Moon Word Technique'."
"This matter is very serious... Can you make the decision?"
After these words were spoken in a casual tone, Shui Menghan could only hear the nameless anger rising in her heart... But the more she was at this critical moment, the calmer she became. After taking a long breath, she said, "Okay! I will take this fight! Please let the Dharma body of the senior descend!"
"… There's no need for that. You hold the painting in your hand and can choose any gambling game you want, any trick you want, any cheating you want, everything is up to you…"
The most casual words fell.
"Let's get started."
…
…
Shui Menghan is still too young after all.
She didn't know that the Junior Master of Xuanmen and the Master of Xuanmen had competed countless times, overtly or covertly, in all kinds of strange ways. The Master of Xuanmen was a genius, and no matter whether it was in cultivation, fighting, or other miscellaneous competitions such as fishing and flower growing... the Junior Master had never defeated the Master of Xuanmen once.
But... that excludes one kind of competition, it's called gambling.
As long as he sits at the gambling table, Junior Master has never failed.
To put it in modern terms, as long as it is a gambling game, you can use any external or internal plug-ins you want, and even if the opponent is a god, I will beat him in front of you.
Even the extremely knowledgeable master of Xuanmen back then could not defeat Junior Uncle Master in this regard despite his best efforts... How could Shui Menghan possibly defeat this Xuanmen gambling god
So... the angry person was defeated miserably. She challenged him again and again, trying several different gambling games... Pai Gow, dice... After various "changes", supplemented by the methods used by practitioners, such as visualization and other things that change the rules... But, without exception, she was defeated in all of them.
Shui Menghan felt that she was facing an insurmountable peak. Even if she racked her brains to come up with a gambling method, her junior master would see through it at a glance, and then crush her, the "rule creator"...
A feeling of powerlessness surged up in Shui Menghan's heart.
"It's already the 101st round... Do you want to continue?"
The junior master certainly couldn't "bully the weak" and say "one round will decide the outcome". In fact, the condition he gave Shui Menghan was - "Play as many rounds as you want. As long as you can win one round, you win. If you don't want to play anymore, you lose."
This condition seemed quite generous, and it was clearly an opportunity for Shui Menghan to challenge endlessly. It seemed that as long as she kept challenging, she would eventually succeed... But after losing more than a hundred games in a row, Shui Menghan finally realized one thing, that is, to beat the opponent at the gambling table, she would have to practice until the end of time...
Such an obvious gap can only be described as a world of difference...
"As expected of you... Junior Master of Xuanmen."
Although the gambling game may seem like a minor trick, Shui Menghan knew very well that what the two people had just competed in was definitely not a gambling game in the ordinary sense... And how could someone who could fully control the rules and instantly reverse the home game by playing away from home be just an expert in a minor trick
After a moment's silence, Shui Menghan finally let go of her clenched fists. She sighed and said, "No need to compete anymore. I lost."
"Oh? You gave up after only 101 rounds..." A slightly puzzled voice came from the other side, and then slowly turned into praise, "Not bad... You know when to advance and retreat."
“… It’s not about advancing or retreating, it’s just that I’ve realized the gap between me and my predecessors, so I should hone myself in the hope of turning defeat into victory one day, rather than dwelling on it now.” When Shui Menghan “admitted defeat”, she was certainly unwilling in her heart, but after she finished speaking, she still accepted it calmly and continued lightly.
"... Kind of interesting..." Hearing this, the praise in the voice gradually deepened, but he continued, "In that case, let me give you a quote from my senior brother..."
"Seeking defeat is the only way to avoid defeat."
Hearing this, Shui Menghan was shocked, with doubt in his eyes: "Seeking defeat... is the only way to be undefeated?"
"It means exactly what it says... You are neither Qing'er nor the second brother, nor the one from the demon world, nor your father, your master, or even your senior brother... There are so many powerful people in the world, how can you walk through life undefeated? Fear of defeat holds you back, fear of the unknown holds you back, I think this is the bottleneck of your current realm... Losing tonight may be a good thing for you."
After these words fell, Shui Menghan suddenly became thoughtful... Especially the first few names in the junior master's words, which made him quite concerned...
"Could it be that even those... two have been defeated before?"
It's not that she didn't believe what the other party said, but the truth is that those two were both famous existences... They were the 'Saint' and 'Devil' among the 'Linsheng Demon Fairy', and they were top existences even in the Xuanmen... But she didn't expect that they had failed before
It's... unimaginable.
"I've been defeated. When Lao Er was less than half your height, he secretly ran out to fight the Demon Emperor. He was beaten up and barely managed to escape. Qing'er was also severely punished by your master. He stayed in bed for several days and was laughed at by many people..."
These extremely casual words revealed the past of the two contemporary strong men in an almost joking manner... Shui Menghan was stunned at first, and then became very interested.
Just listen to that place continue.
"Do you think that they never thought about losing before challenging? No, they knew they would lose, but they still went to challenge."
"I have never lost since my debut. It sounds impressive, but it is just a ridiculous reputation. If I have never failed, how can I reach the top? To put it bluntly, when a strong person is strong for too long, he will be like a dream and will not know how to reflect on himself... That is why I often challenged my senior brother to a fight, and my senior brother also took the initiative to challenge me to a game... The key is here."
After the long words fell, Shui Menghan fell into deep thought. After a long while, she raised her head slightly, clasped her fists and said respectfully: "Junior, please teach me!"
As she spoke, a sea-blue light suddenly appeared in her hand. As she tapped her jade finger, the blue light suddenly condensed, and a newly painted golden jade slip fell on the table in front of the temple.
I saw a crescent moon printed on the jade slip...
"Nine Styles of Divine Sword, Moon Character Technique..."
A distant voice came from there, like nostalgia, like sadness, and after all the complexity, it turned into a hint of indifference.
Hearing this, Shui Menghan didn't ask any more questions. She put down the jade slip and clasped her fists and said, "Then... I'll leave everything to you, Senior. I'll take my leave."
There was no movement there.
Shui Menghan turned around, but before she stepped out, she couldn't help but look back and ask the question in her heart: "Senior... why don't you return to Xuanmen?"
She was responded to by a silence, and then a "serious" word.
"Now that I can't beat my brother, why do I go back?"
These words seemed to contradict what had been said before, but Shui Menghan heard the true meaning behind them. She couldn't help but smile, and turned around, went out, and left in the moonlight, without any further delay, but only left behind a pair of words that echoed here.
"You really are worthy of being the junior master of Xuanmen. Should I say you are shameless or casual?"
When these words faded away with the night wind, a man in purple appeared in the room. He looked at the painting of the blunt sword, thinking...
"… Senior Brother, is this the person you chose for Xiao'er? Well, he's a good kid, but a little stubborn and likes to hold grudges."
After a pause, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a stroke of his right hand, a row of floating words suddenly appeared on the table...
"Her? The third... weird thing?"
(ps: Oh my, I couldn’t resist my inner yearning for the God of Gamblers’ Junior Master, so I wrote this chapter anyway. Well, it’s a foreshadowing. The second whimsical thing must have been guessed by the sharp readers. The third one will be even more interesting… brackets, lol)