Qigong practitioners are very mysterious, and they also represent power.
Bailang is now also an entry-level Qi practitioner. After practicing the techniques, he now understands the essential gap between Qi practitioners and warriors. That's the difference in energy levels. No matter what you do, spiritual energy is more valuable than true energy.
Just like this time. Bai Lang observed for nearly a cup of tea. The other party made a total of six bets, and still maintained the pattern of winning one out of three.
Why should we maintain this pattern? Are you mocking the desk officer? I want to win your money, but I still feel guilty?
Bai Lang didn't notice the strangeness at first, thinking that the other party was mocking him, but later he understood the reason through his spiritual sense.
The opponent's spiritual energy is transmitted to the dice cup through the table. And because it is of the Five Elements Wood attribute, it is completely hidden in the structure of the wooden table. If Bailang hadn't sat down and come into contact with the wooden table, even if he was a Qi Refiner, he would not have been able to detect the movements at all.
Moreover, the opponent's spiritual energy does not go towards the dice cup in the same way every time, and even the method is different. And this is also the real reason why the opponent wants to win one out of three. Behind what appears to be ridicule is actually a hidden agenda.
The two losers were deliberately lost, but the purpose was not to ridicule anyone, but to let the dealer take away the suppressed silver pieces, which were attached to spiritual power and temporarily stayed on the surface. Then the third spiritual energy will stir up the spiritual power on the silver piece to form a twisting force that changes the points of the three dice in the dice cup.
When Bai Lang figured out all this, he also discovered that the other party was actually very rough in the use of spiritual energy. It seems to be hidden and clever, but in fact, the use of the Five Elements technique can be said to have no real meaning at all.
And when Bai Lang compared this man with several Qi refiners he had come into contact with, the gap was even greater. The reason why Bai Lang didn't feel the spiritual energy in the other party before was not that the other party was good at hiding it, but that it was too shallow.
"This person's cultivation should be at the level of "Qi Sense" mentioned in "Two Introductory Parts of Little Zhou Tian", right? But how can he drive his spiritual energy to perform the Five Elements spell?"
Bailang also discovered a contradiction. That is because the opponent's cultivation level is too low, far worse than him. Logically speaking, it is not enough to perform magic, but it is contrary to the fact.
"Perhaps it's some kind of secret skill? Or does the female ghost Lingyu have some magic weapon to rely on?" Bai Lang thought in his heart.
Hua Hua Hua...
The dice cup started to shake again, making very regular sounds in the hands of the table official. To the ears of knowledgeable experts, these sounds were the reaction of the changes in the dice in the dice cup, and the points of the dice could be heard from them.
However, Bailang knew that this was something the table official deliberately leaked to others, and the only ones he dealt with were those gamblers who knew how to play dice.
But in the brief moment when the desk officer finally placed the dice cup on the table, there was a murmur inside the dice cup with no pattern at all. In other words, at the last moment, the table official "muffled his voice" and misled those gamblers who knew how to play dice.
"I've placed my bet! I'm done with it!"
The desk officer's face was already covered with sweat. He had already tried his best, but he had no confidence at all about the dice in the dice cup. Everything seems to be under control, but the results will always change completely in the end. He had no way to change his decades of gambling practice, and he didn't even know how the other party did it.
As soon as the desk officer finished speaking, the slovenly man betted two pieces of silver, and then a large piece of silver fell on the table. The bets were all the same as the sloppy man's bet: ten. point.
At this moment, a copper coin dropped down next to a large piece of shining silver. Bet one penny, eleven.
A penny... You can't see this on other tables, let alone the table in front of you that is already as hot as fire. It is all silver pieces. This makes this copper coin even more eye-catching.
"Zhentang, what are you doing?" The desk official was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bettor of this copper coin, who was none other than his own Zhentang, Bailang.
"It's okay, just open the cup and I'll play with it." Bailang said, leaning back on the chair with a smile, picking up the water cup and taking a sip.
The desk official said nothing after hearing this. Although he didn't understand why his town hall did this, he had no intention of guessing. The dice cup in front of him was like a big stone, which made his chest feel tight.
After taking a deep breath, the desk officer shouted "Open!", and then his eyes suddenly bulged, full of surprise and surprise at the same time.
"Three three six, twelve o'clock! Big!"
Four to ten are small and eleven to seventeen are large. Three and eighteen, as well as all three dice being equal, are leopards.
Now the scene is that Bailang bet a copper coin on eleven o'clock, and everyone else bet on ten o'clock. No one buys it at all. And the dice is twelve o'clock. The result is that the banker takes all.
"well!"
"Ah? Why is it twelve o'clock?!"
According to the way the sloppy man played before, he should win this time. But in the end it was the banker who took all. This is the first time something unexpected happened on this stage since the "Chasing Fire" rhythm started tonight.
This result surprised everyone, including the sloppy man himself. Underneath his expressionless face, there was a look of surprise and suspicion.
And everyone focused their attention on the table official, thinking that he had finally won the battle.
But in fact, the desk officer himself was just as confused. His previous technique was to shake out fifteen o'clock. Now, although the banker takes all the twelve o'clock, it has nothing to do with him. He himself is more inclined to think that the other party made a mistake. After all, ten o'clock and twelve o'clock are still very close.
After that, there were two more normal dealers collecting money. The sloppy man used the silver in his hand to make arrangements in advance. And almost no one placed bets on these two games. Only Bailang, who was holding a sling of copper coins in his hand, was throwing a copper plate around in each handful, rolling to whatever he was betting on. Either size or number of points will do.
When it came to the third hand that was "deserved to win", after the sloppy man placed his bet, the "fire chasing" people behind him also placed their bets.
Of course, Bailang's copper plate was not absent either. This time his coin rolled to seventeen. The sloppy man's bet was six.
"Three six six, seventeen o'clock! Big!"
Just as the table official opened the cup and called out the points, everyone turned their attention to the seventeen o'clock betting table, where a solitary copper coin lay.
"Good luck." Bai Lang happily nodded towards the desk officer. Except for himself and the desk officer, everyone else thought that this time the seventeen points were still won by the desk officer's methods! As for Bailang's winning, it seems to be just bullshit luck.
And this is just the beginning. After that, the sloppy man never won a single bet again.
