The gambling house owner laughed after hearing this.
The man in Tsing Yi continued: "When I was a child, my father didn't allow me to touch the things on the gambling table, saying that playing with them would lead to boredom, so I only dared to come and gamble secretly while wearing a mask. Now that he is gone, I am still used to wearing this mask. It’s a gamble, but boss, you don’t have to worry, maybe this is the last time I will appear in your casino.”
The casino owner seemed to be a man of temperament. He seemed to hear something from his words, and he hurriedly asked with concern: "Uncle Iron Mask, has something happened to you?"
Looking at the man in green, he remained silent.
The owner of the casino patted his shoulder again, and then said: "Every big obstacle can be overcome, Mr. Iron Man, don't be discouraged in anything. As the saying goes, there is no loss before you bet!"
The man in green nodded and smiled, then picked up the pink money bag on the table and weighed the heavy gold coins inside.
The casino owner's eyes lit up, thinking that he would give him half of the gambling money like before, but the man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "Boss, I can't give you these gold coins because I want to give them back." To that girl!”
Although the gambling house owner was a little disappointed, these golden coins were not won from his gambling house in the first place, so he had nothing to complain about.
He smiled and said: "Haha! That girl seems to have gone far away. Can you still catch her, Mr. Iron Mask?"
The man in green thought for a moment and said, "If you are destined, you will definitely be able to find it!"
After saying that, he left the gambling house. The gambling house owner looked at the leaving figure of the man in Tsing Yi and felt that the man seemed familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen him before. Suddenly he thought of a person, a famous figure in Yuexian Town. Startled.
He shook his head hastily and said: "How could a big shot like the Master of the Holy Sword Pavilion enter a low-class place like a casino? I must have been wrong!"
The man in green is none other than Dongfeng Ye, the master of the Holy Sword Pavilion. He has been in seclusion these days to forge swords, but he has encountered a bottleneck. The sword body of the Sword Emperor Daoxin has been initially formed, but there is still a sword spirit missing. Where on earth is he going to go? How about finding a sword spirit who can defeat Ye Tang Shengxue?
Of course, Dongfeng Ye never dreamed that the person he was gambling against during his indulgent encounter in the casino was Mu Wanyan, who had a three-day bet with him.
On Dongfeng Night, he wore the half-iron mask and wandered freely through the familiar streets and alleys. Just because he changed his outfit and put on the mask, he became a stranger and could do many things that he could not do before. thing.
Sometimes people are really hypocritical. Maybe the person wearing the mask is the real self. Why can't people be their true self?
As night falls, the lanterns come on. Yuechan Town was also illuminated by colorful lights, turning it into a dreamland of drunkenness, dreams, and death. I wonder who will be dreaming tonight?
Dongfang Ye stood on the red arch bridge by the lake, with the weeping willows blowing behind him. Looking up, he saw a high mountain. There was a temple on the high mountain called Yue Chan Temple. The name was hiding timidly behind Yue Chan Temple, as if with a certain A kind of melancholy and nostalgia.
He lowered his head and sighed, looking down at the lake and mountains reflected under the bridge. The pink lotus flowers in the lake stood gracefully and swayed gently in the wind. The voice of a man in white in the distance attracted him.
He looked sideways and saw that this was the man in white he had seen during the day, while the girl in green was sitting on a grassy slope not far away, looking up at the moon in the distance.
The wind gently blew her long black hair, and the slightly messy hair on her forehead blocked her sight. She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
With just this glance, Dongfeng Ye's heart gently rippled little by little along with the rippling blue water of the lake, as if it had reached the boundless sky and could never be taken back.
At that time, Dongfeng Ye seemed to be able to understand what his father had said to him...
That day, I was just walking across the bridge when I saw a lotus-picking girl picking lotus flowers in the lake. The woman raised a corner of the cloak on her head, revealing a pretty and pleasant face.
Even though she is wearing a coarse cloth dress, she is more pleasing to the eye than the lotus in the lake. Just one glance, oh me! I was so taken away by your mother that even the proud sword in my hand seemed to have turned into a cold object.
Before I met your mother, I thought that the most fascinating thing in my life was sword-making, and the most proud sword I wore would also become my life-long partner. It seemed that nothing in this world could compare with it. of.
But I happened to meet your mother. It was she who made my heart warm and the sword in my hand turned into cold iron. When I met her, I realized that the mountains I used to see were not mountains, but now I see mountains as mountains. .
Although I didn't spend long time with your mother, it was the happiest time in my life. Later, when she died in childbirth, I gave you all my love and tenderness for her.
Whenever I stand on the bridge over the lake and look at the reflection of the moonlight in the lake, I reach the state where I see the mountains as not mountains again, as if the moon in the lake is your mother, and the pink lotus swaying in the wind is also your mother. .
Her soul seems to have never left Yuechan Town, standing beside me, accompanying me to see the mountains and rivers, through the four seasons of the year, and through the impermanence of life.
Dongfeng Ye's heart seemed to be opened at that moment. He thought he would never like a woman in this life! But the green clothes in front of him, in the spring breeze, also stirred his heart.
"Miss Mu - look, I picked fresh lotus flowers for you. Do you think they are pretty?"
Qin Bai clumsily picked a large handful of beautifully blooming lotus flowers from the lake and handed them to Mu Wanyan.
Mu Wanyan turned to look at Qin Bai, and at the same time she also saw Dongfeng Ye standing on the red arch bridge.
Dongfeng Ye was startled, and when their eyes met, there seemed to be a different spark.
However, it was just Dongfeng Ye's wishful thinking, because there were sparks of hostility in Mu Wanyan's eyes. She stretched out her hand to push away the lotus flowers handed to her, then raised her sword and walked straight towards Dongfeng Ye on the red arch bridge.
"You guy, why are you following us?"
Facing the aggressive Mu Wanyan, Dongfeng Ye was startled, then smiled slightly and said: "I didn't follow the girl, I just wanted to return this bag of gold coins to the girl!"
Mu Wanyan said coldly: "No need, I, Mu Wanyan, am willing to admit defeat!"
Hearing the words Mu Wanyan, Dongfeng Ye's hand holding the money bag trembled, and he looked at her in shock, his pupils trembling slightly, and he said: "Are you the Jimo Flower Master - Mu Wanyan? "
"That's right, you have some knowledge! Mu Wanyan, the master of Jimo Flower, is me!"
Dongfeng Ye never dreamed that the woman in green in front of him was actually the flower owner of Jimo who had a three-day bet with him. How could it be such a coincidence?
Dongfeng Ye's hand holding the money bag felt a little cold.
Mu Wanyan thought that this guy was intimidated by her title of Jimo Flower Master, and she held the sword in both hands, feeling very proud.
Dongfeng Ye lowered her eyes and looked at Ye Tang Shengxue in her arms. It was this sword that cut off the Jiao Shuang, the divine soldiers descending from the sky, and the red gallbladder dragon's chant that he forged...
When he thought of this, he felt a splitting headache. He quickly raised his hand to hold his head. At the same time, the money bag in his hand also fell to the ground. The golden coins were scattered on the ground, and the golden coins rolled onto the red floor. On the arch bridge, some fell into the green lake.
"Ah - ah -"
Seeing the extremely painful look of the iron-faced man in front of her, Mu Wanyan also felt compassion. She hurriedly squatted down and asked, "Hey! Are you okay?"
Qin Bai ran up holding lotus flowers and asked: "Miss Mu, what's wrong with this guy? He must have met someone who touched porcelain!"
Mu Wanyan turned around and rolled her eyes at him, and then said: "You just touched porcelain, come and help, he seems to have a severe headache!"
Dongfeng Ye stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, then put his forehead with one hand and stumbled away.
Seeing him stubbornly walking across the red bridge, Mu Wanyan shouted loudly at the end of the bridge: "Hey - don't you want your money bag?"
Dongfeng Ye didn't look back. Qin Bai looked at the golden coins scattered on the ground and hurriedly bent down to pick them up. While picking them up, he said: "The man wearing the mask is really a weirdo. He dropped all the golden coins on the ground." No more!"
When Dongfeng Ye learned that the woman he admired turned out to be the woman he had a bet with, his heart suddenly hit rock bottom. The mentality of a man not willing to give up easily came back to haunt him. He could never lose to Mu Wanyan.
No matter what, he has to win against Mu Wanyan, and he has already determined that this woman wants to marry Mu Wanyan, the master of the ink flower, as his wife. If he loses in this competition, then how can he face Mu Wanyan? What about proposing marriage?
The idiotic dream gave Dongfeng Ye a splitting headache. He had always had this problem. If he was in great pain, he would have a headache. It was as if a hammer was constantly hitting his head, making a harsh sound. Perhaps it was the root cause of his years of sword-making.
Finally, Dongfeng Ye slowly walked into the lake, hoping to let the lake water completely surround him in order to isolate this terrible sound.
When he emerged from the lake again, the mask on his face accidentally slipped off. At the same time, the sound of iron knocking in his head had disappeared, and his head was no longer the same as before. Like pain.
He stroked his forehead with one hand, and water drops slid down the bridge of his nose. He looked down at himself reflected in the lake, and ran his slender fingers through his long black hair. The long hair was wetted by the water and stuck to his handsome face. , his eyes became a little dim at the moment.
Suddenly, he heard a voice: "Hehehe! Hehehe! Why, it feels so uncomfortable when you find out that the girl you like is actually your mortal enemy!"
"Who? Who's talking to me?"
Dongfeng Ye hurriedly looked back, but there was no one around, and he heard the voice saying: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what you think in your heart. Dongfeng Ye, you must really want to win Mu Wanyan Come on! After all, why are you willing to lose to the woman you like?"
"Who are you? Don't be here to confuse people, why don't you show up soon!" Dongfeng Ye suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, because he had already keenly realized that the sound came from the water.
