"Mr. Bamboo Stick, are you also interested in playing a game?" The gambler was stunned for a moment, then said after a moment.
The old blind man nodded, "Isn't it possible?"
"It's all right," said the gambling ghost, "This gambling game is only fun if everyone plays together. I wonder how long Mr. Zhuzhang wants to bet?"
"Two hours." The old blind man said calmly.
His tone sounded calm, but what he said was earth-shattering.
Now not only the gambler, but also other people around him changed their expressions when they heard his words.
But after all, the gambler has gambled a lot, and he has seen all kinds of weird gamblers. He just lost his mind for a moment and said again, "Mr. Bamboo Stick, are you sure it's two hours? Don't you want to change it?"
"I won't change it."
The gambler heard this and looked at the remaining two people, "Do you want to join in too?"
One of the scholar-looking people shook his head, "I read books from sages and sages, so I'm not good at this."
The young Marquis on the other side said, "You guys are playing, my term of office is not up yet, so I won't touch anything related to Bai Bei."
"In this case, this round will be a bet between the fifteen of us. Everyone probably doesn't have Bai Bei with them at this time, so I can only trouble you, little Marquis, to be a witness."
"Easy to say." Mr. Xiao Hou nodded.
After explaining everything related to this gambling game, the gambler turned his attention to the old blind man and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhuzhang, now that the gambling game has begun, I should be able to ask the questions in my heart." , I wonder if Mr. Zhuzhang can help me clear up my doubts?"
The old blind man chuckled, "I know what you want to ask. You want to ask me if I didn't use all my strength before, right?"
The gambler nodded, "Other than this explanation, I don't know what else can make you bet for two hours."
"Who do you think I am? It's about human life, how can I not do my best." The old blind man shook his head.
The gambler was startled, "Then are you so optimistic about him? You really think his skills are so strong."
The old blind man did not answer immediately, but asked instead, "What about you, why do you think so highly of him? You were the only one who guarded him for an hour and a half before."
The gambler touched his nose and said, "Ah, well... because I have seen this year's latest Tianji Ranking."
Seeing that most people were a little confused, the gambler explained, "According to the records on the Tianji List, the internal strength that Lu Jing cultivates is the Small Vajra Strength.
"Everyone must have heard of this most basic internal martial arts technique. Many people think it is useless, but this is actually not accurate.
"Compared with other exercises, Little Vajra Jin is not without its advantages. Its advantage is that it is neutral and peaceful enough, making it difficult for practitioners to go crazy and become possessed. At the same time, it is not easy to be repelled by other Qi, so it is used when hanging one's life. The performance will be better than other infuriating energy."
The gambler paused and said calmly, "Of course I'm not sure after an hour and a half. I'm just speaking based on my feeling. After all, I haven't practiced Little Vajra Strength before."
"Yes, it seems that your name as a gambler is not in vain," the old blind man said after hearing this, "I underestimated you before, thinking that you were just like the other two, uneducated and incompetent. I didn’t expect that your experience and knowledge are very good.”
The gambler was suddenly praised, and he felt a little embarrassed. He grinned and said, "No, no, the reason why I know more and more complicated things is to bet against others, but Mr. Bamboo Stick, you..."
"I'm really blind." The old blind man said leisurely.
"Ah?" The gambler was dumbfounded when he heard this.
"I hope he can last until two hours," the old blind man added, his tone a little bleak, "because I can't wait too long."
"What do you mean, Mr. Bamboo Stick, do you have anything else to do later?" The gambler said subconsciously, but soon thought of something, and his face changed slightly, "Mr. Bamboo Stick, you..."
"I don't have many days left to live," the old blind man didn't shy away from anything, and said straightforwardly, "After being hit by that sword, I should have died, but unexpectedly I lived for twelve more years. These twelve years I earned it when I was considered blind, so I have nothing to feel bad about.
"I only have martial arts. It would be a pity if the inheritance is cut off like this, especially when I think that after I die, this martial arts can only be handed over to the young marquis, and then you will use white shells to play with it. The more I think about it, the more angry I become.”
Everyone, including the gambler, was a little embarrassed when they heard this.
Indeed, they asked Mr. Marquis to master the art, basically to see who could master the rarer and more powerful art, but there were not many people who actually practiced it.
Especially for martial arts skills, what's the point of practicing them? They won't be out of trouble for the rest of their lives anyway, so what if they become invincible in the world?
In fact, after most of the paper people lived in Jinghu Valley and had a lot of free time, their martial arts made no progress.
The young Marquis couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on the paper people in the valley being lazy, it is mainly because Jinghu Valley is too quiet and peaceful. Those who are tired of the fighting and intrigues in the world only think that Jinghu Valley is a pure land on earth and a dream residence when they first come here.
However, after losing the threats and pressure from the outside world, most of them also lost their goals in life and the meaning of their efforts.
Became idle.
In a sense, the young prince can actually understand why the Taoist drunkard, the old fisherman and the gambler in front of him became like this, because drinking, cheating, and gambling are the reasons why they became so confused and empty after a long period of confusion and emptiness. The last resort you can find to kill boredom.
Something...that can barely be called a goal, but after all, this is not the real goal in life.
The old blind man said to himself, "I'm still not convinced. My kung fu is no worse than his swordsmanship. The key is that my own internal strength is not good enough and I can't display my true power. That's why I lost to him. That's why I found a successor." Your internal strength must be strong enough so that you won’t make the same mistakes I did..."
At this point, he raised his head again, "I have been paying attention to the young man named Lu Jing since the young Marquis told me about him. There are only two first-class people under the age of twenty in the world, which is very good. This is very good... So besides saving people today, the most important thing for me is to come over and see him with my own eyes to see if he is qualified to practice my martial arts."
"But aren't you already blind? How can you see with your own eyes?" The old fisherman beside him couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
The old blind man didn't bother to talk to him.
As a result, after a while, I heard a gambling ghost not far away say, "Which... Mr. Bamboo Stick, are you really going to die? Then I... can I make a bet on when you will die? Don't worry, in the end, big guy No matter who wins the money, they will use it to buy you paper money to burn.”
The drunken Taoist priest also opened his eyes at this time and said, "Who, who is going to die? Will there be wine in the mourning hall then?"
"I think you three want to take one step ahead of me." The old blind man said solemnly.
