"Isn't the rule just to put it in the pot?"
The middle-aged man asked with a puzzled expression.
Miss Muyan shook her head slightly and lightly opened her red lips: "Isn't this too simple?"
Then the rules for throwing pots were announced.
The rules of throwing pots are very special. Each person can only lose three arrows. In the wine house, there is a magic weapon to detect spiritual consciousness. No one is allowed to use spiritual consciousness, otherwise the magic weapon will give an early warning.
When it officially begins, everyone needs to turn their backs to the porcelain pot to project.
"With your back turned? Can't you use your spiritual sense?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but ask again.
After getting the affirmative answer from Mu Yan, he suddenly looked frustrated. With his strength, with his back to the porcelain pot, he still needed to lock and cooperate with his spiritual sense. Now that he couldn't use his spiritual sense, he had lost half of his confidence.
However, the beauty in front of her did not allow him to back down.
He once again glanced at the porcelain pot with both eyes, memorizing its approximate location, turned around quickly, and then threw the arrow backwards without any force.
"winter!"
With the dull sound of an arrow falling into the pot, the middle-aged man actually dropped the arrow into the porcelain pot.
"Haha, I hit!"
The middle-aged man was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that his first arrow would go into his soul after he missed it.
"There are two more, you can't turn around!"
The oiran lady on the side reminded.
"go!"
...
"go!"
...
The remaining two arrows in his hand were thrown out, but there was no response. The middle-aged man looked gloomy and looked back. Sure enough, the last two arrows missed, and they were all stuck on the ground beside the porcelain pot.
"Only one hit, how shameful!"
The middle-aged man sat back in his seat, feeling a little regretful about his achievements.
However, I still have some small hope in my heart. With such a perverted rule, maybe no one else can make a shot.
"Hateful, missed again!"
"None of them hit..."
...
Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, there were more than 20 people on the field. In addition to Liu Sheng, He Yu, and a young man who looked like a rich man in fancy clothes, everyone else was participating in the game.
But except for the middle-aged man, no one else was hit.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it seems that I will take the lead today!"
The middle-aged man couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart and laughed.
As for the remaining three young people, their appearance is extremely outstanding, but in the eyes of middle-aged people, they are just embroidered pillows and are not scary at all.
Just when Liu Sheng was about to take action, the wealthy young man stood up first, took the missing arrow from the hand of the courtesan, turned his head, and said without looking out the window, "Whoosh... Whoosh..." , then he lost the two arrows in his hand.
"Winter...dong..."
The two arrows missed exactly the same point and fell directly into the porcelain pot.
"Two hits in a row!"
"Who is this person?"
"I didn't even look at it. This guy is so awesome..."
Everyone was talking a lot, expressing deep admiration for the strength of this rich young man.
"this......"
The middle-aged man's ecstasy was still on his face, but at this time it had turned into a bitter look. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked loudly: "Miss Muyan, has this person used his spiritual consciousness? Otherwise, how could he be like this? Accurate?"
Miss Muyan frowned and looked again and again at the jade ring magic weapon in her hand. She found nothing unusual. She couldn't help but shook her head and said, "This young master is very skilled, but he did not use his spiritual consciousness."
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he wanted to say something, but the beauty was by his side, so he held it back.
The rich man sneered, but he didn't even want to explain.
He closed his eyes tightly, picked up the last arrow in his hand again, and threw it behind him with all his strength.
"winter!"
The arrow that flew out of the window missed and made a muffled sound. The rich man smiled and knew that the arrow had missed and hit again.
But when he turned around, he saw the expressions of surprise and regret on everyone's faces. He couldn't help but look at the porcelain pot, only to find that the third arrow was missing and flew past the porcelain pot and hit someone in the distance. There was a "winter" sound on the wall.
"This is impossible!"
The rich man's expression changed. To him, this throw was simply not worth mentioning. How could he make a mistake?
But the fact was before him, and he had to believe it.
The rich man's suspicious eyes swept over the faces of the twenty or so people in the wine shop one by one, trying to see something unusual, but he did not find the desired result.
'Those who are able to plot against me should not reveal their flaws easily! '
'Don't be in a hurry now, as long as you observe carefully, you will definitely find the flaw. '
Thinking of this, the rich man chuckled, silently retreated to his table, and watched with cold eyes.
"Wang Yang, two!"
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the oiran lady, she took a deep look at the rich man and announced.
Next, only Liu Sheng and He Yu were left.
"Brother, please go first!"
Liu Sheng said modestly.
He Yu declined at this time: "I have never played this pot-throwing game before. Brother Liu should come first and show me the way."
So many people have voted for it, so you should take a look at it.
Liu Sheng cursed in his heart, but he still stood up and took three arrows from the hand of the court lady.
"crack shot!"
Liu Shengyan followed up with his technique, and Haoran Zhengqi secretly exerted force, which instantly affected his palm.
The rules of throwing pots prohibit the use of spiritual consciousness, and Liu Sheng, with his strength, does not bother to break the rules.
But with the words and deeds, he can still come out on top easily.
"go!"
Liu Sheng made a "swish" sound and threw the three arrows in his hand behind him at the same time.
I saw three arrows missing in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, and then making a muffled sound of "Winter", they all fell into the porcelain pot.
Hearing the sound, Liu Sheng knew that he had been hit, and turned around with a smile on his face. However, just as he turned around, an arrow missed and rebounded, bounced out of the porcelain pot, and fell to the ground aside. superior.
"this......"
Seeing this scene, Liu Sheng was stunned. He never thought that such a situation would happen.
"Miss Mu Yan, this should be settled, right?"
Liu Sheng turned to look at the hot-looking oiran lady beside him and said expectantly.
"How can this count?"
"Can't count!"
Before anyone else could speak, the wealthy young man named Wang Yang jumped out first.
He also hit two. If Liu Sheng's arrow was miscalculated, he would become Liu Sheng's best background.
As for the man named He Yu, he didn't take it seriously. He had never played pot throwing before and could not pose any threat to him.
"Yes, yes, it doesn't count!"
"If he forgets it, then we will forget it too and vote again..."
At this time, everyone spoke out in opposition.
Faced with the opportunity to monopolize the courtesan's wife, no one is willing to let others succeed.
One can be broken.
Seeing everyone's objections, the oiran bit her red lips, glanced at Liu Sheng in embarrassment, and then announced: "Liu Zhiming, two!"
When Liu Sheng heard this, he shook his head helplessly, but did not continue to argue.
Even if he only wins two, it is still the same number as the rich young man. When the time comes, there is a high probability that he and the rich young man will vote again.
With his own strength, it was just a formality.
"Then let the two of them compete again?"
The maid on the side looked at the court lady and asked.
"Um......"
The oiran lady nodded lightly and prepared to let Liu Sheng and Wang Yang compete again.
At this moment, Dao Wenwei's voice sounded from the side: "Well, I haven't voted yet..."
