Murong Changtian gambled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info spend a small sword greedy cup, the best place to gamble money is the gambling house. The best place to drink is the Qinglou. At this time, Hua Xiaojian had already ascended the Yanyu Tower. And Murong Changtian has also stepped into the Yanyu Building.

Yanyulou is a chain of stores. All the ways that men can use to be chic, there are all the rumors here that there are known as 'light and thin beauties are drunk in the spring building, and they are on the silver hook for dyeing the pride'.

Zuichun Lou of course refers to a brothel, but Silver Hook refers to a Silver Hook gambling house.

There were two sturdy men standing at the door of the Silver Hook Gambling House, and when Murong Changtian crossed in front of them, even if these two men didn't turn their heads to look at Murong Changtian at all, Murong Changtian still noticed that these two people had been paying attention to him.

Murong Changtian didn't hesitate, because the shouting in the Silver Hook Gambling House completely diverted his attention,

"Hey, buy big to win more, buy small to win less,"

"A true gentleman who spends a lot of money, he is rich and does not gamble in vain. It's time to buy it and leave."

In the silver hook gambling house, the people of the three religions and nine streams are bustling, more than eighty or ninety people are around a table, some push pai gow, and some bet on odd and even. Everything you can use for gambling is available here.

Murong Changtian took out two ingots of ten taels of silver from his arms, kept rotating them in his hand, and then looked for the gambling table. The gambling game here is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the largest table in the gambling game is located in the innermost Golden Eagle Hall.

The Golden Eagle Hall is blocked by a sieve, and the lowest bet is a thousand taels of bottom, that is, there is no need to try your luck here if you don't have enough silver on your body. After a round of rounds, there is no one on his body who can't bear it.

At this time, the bets on the table became more and more ferocious, and the silver tickets flew around like snowflakes. Murong Changtian stood outside the Golden Eagle Hall. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he pressed the silver tattoo on the pai gow table behind him. He wanted to make up enough gambling chips here before entering the Golden Eagle Hall.

The dealer on the pai gow table is a personable boy in blue, and in the arms of the boy in blue sits a young woman who is sultry in spring and half-faded, Murong Changtian raised his eyebrows at this young woman, and the young woman laughed stupidly, and an indescribable temptation was overflowing.

The boy in blue didn't care, and there was a calm smile on his face. The wine was in the cup, the cup was in the young woman's hand, the man in blue drank the wine handed by the young woman, and then began to flop, his two cards were extremely small, but Murong Changtian was a tiger head.

"Your Excellency is lucky," the man in blue always maintained a faint smile, this kind of graceful and luxurious temperament can not be cultivated overnight, but his palms are very rough, and they are covered with thick calluses.

"Maybe I'm frustrated in love, right?" Murong Changtian didn't ask. He smiled at the young woman again, and then fixed his eyes on the hand of the man in blue.

These hands, the skin above his wrists, are as smooth and round as satin, and from the wrist down, they are indeed rougher than the woodcutter's hands, which is two possibilities, one is that the boy in blue has an incurable stubborn disease. Fresh blood cannot be transported to the extremities, resulting in dead skin that cannot be broken down properly. The second is that these hands have been soaked in poison for many years. Metabolic disorders corroded by poisons.

Looking at the momentum of this blue-clothed man, the latter should be better than the former, on the rivers and lakes, the one who can deal with poison for many years, except for the southern Miao family, is the Tangmen in Shuzhong.

In less than a stick of incense, Murong Changtian had accumulated more than three thousand taels of silver on the table, Murong Changtian withdrew the gambling code, and then walked towards the Golden Eagle Hall, the moment he got up, he found that the dealers on the gambling table around him, everyone glanced at his position intentionally or unintentionally. Only the boy in blue was excepted, as if the boy in blue had long known that he was going to enter the Golden Eagle Hall.

Murong Changtian's eyes narrowed again, according to the position occupied by these dealers, an image of a gossip array suddenly appeared in his mind, and the position where these dealers were standing was exactly the foot of this gossip array, that is to say, the position of the gambling table in the Silver Hook Gambling House was very particular.

From the moment Murong Changtian entered the Silver Hook Gambling House, he had already entered the formation, and the two men standing at the door of the gambling house stepped on the two positions of the day after tomorrow. That is, the yin and yang fish eyes of Tai Chi.

Judging from the topography at this time, the two people at the door should be the ones who closed the net, only after these two people can they be regarded as entering the formation map, after entering the door, the dealers of the first, second, and third gambling tables can reflect each other with these two men into a small five-element array, forcing Murong Changtian into the center of the Bagua Array.

Regardless of whether Murong Changtian is on the left or right, there is the same terrifying formation waiting for him, on the left, the dealer of 1357 is the Four Elephant Array, and with 246, the Seven Stars can be evolved. The reverse is also true for the right-hand side.

Now that Murong Changtian had walked out of the gossip array and stood in front of the door of the Golden Eagle Hall, at this time, the gamblers behind him had all collected their bets at the same time and hurriedly left the gambling house. Only the dealer remained.

It seems that these gamblers are all bait placed on the trap in order to attract Murong Changtian into the gambling house, as for these dealers, they are the steel hooks under the bait, restraining Murong Changtian from going deeper and deeper, if Murong Changtian did not go to the Golden Eagle Hall just now, but chose to retreat, then the Silver Hook Gambling House may have been bleeding.

The smile in the corner of Murong Changtian's eyes was even stronger, this was not a chance to win, but the situation was very serious, people who were familiar with Murong Changtian knew that he only laughed in three situations, laughed when he was on guard, laughed when he needed to calm down urgently, and laughed when he met Hua Xiaojian and Gongzi Xuan.

He laughs now because he needs to be calm, and only when he laughs can he relax with all his heart.

There is only one reason why the eight major dealers are here, that is, to force Murong Changtian to enter the Golden Eagle Hall, what is in the Golden Eagle Hall? This is what Murong Changtian desperately wants to know.

"You are from the Tang Sect," Murong Changtian did not turn his head, he stood motionless outside the Golden Eagle Hall. He asked the boy in blue.

The boy in blue smiled, smiling lightly, and his jade-like face was very free and easy.

"How? Isn't it? ”

"Yes, destroy the Tang Sect, no, kill you."

"Your self-confidence disgusts me very much" The man in blue frowned, and then he pushed away the young woman in his arms and slowly stood up.

"I have heard that Murong Gongzi is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, I don't know if I can retreat safely today?"

"You Can't Stop Him"

At this moment, a shiny old man suddenly appeared at the door of the Silver Hook Gambling House, the identity of this old man is not simple, he is the lord of Luoyang City, Ding Buqiu, in Luoyang City, he has thirty-seven businesses, and even the entire Yanyu Building is his.

Ding Buqiu offered his hand to Murong Changtian, and said: "Murong Gongzi, Tang Yixing and the others were invited by the old man to protect the Silver Hook Gambling House, and they have nothing to do with the people in the Golden Eagle Hall, two days ago, someone paid a lot of money to buy the Golden Eagle Hall, so the Golden Eagle Hall has nothing to do with the old man."

Ding Buqiu smiled, laughter is very itchy. Age. There was not the slightest kindness in the smile on his face, and it was all covered by treachery.

"It's okay to quit, right? I'm here for one purpose."

"What purpose," Ding asked rhetorically.

"Figure out one thing,"

"What's the matter?"

"Why do you have to ask knowingly" Murong Changtian faced the Golden Eagle Hall, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, now he needs to think, think about how to deal with the people in the Golden Eagle Hall, he has never been used to being disturbed by others when he thinks.

"If you don't know the ins and outs, how can you sell the Golden Eagle Hall, even if you sell the Golden Eagle Hall, you don't need to find someone to defend the Silver Hook Gambling House, for the past few days, I have been thinking about a question, how much hatred is needed between people to be able to chase us from outside the gate to Luoyang."

Murong Changtian paused for a moment, and then said, "I don't want to take your beam now, don't force me to say that you are planning to assassinate me,"

"Hahahaha, it is said that Murong Gongzi was born with a seven-trick exquisite heart, I didn't believe it at first, but today I have seen it"

After Ding Buqiu laughed, he suddenly asked: "Between you and me, there is no good beginning, can there be a good ending?" ”

"Stand down now, you still have time to take care of your aftermath."

There was a voice at the door of the gambling house. In the deep voice, there is an indescribable demonic nature, dissolute and flamboyant. Everyone's eyes converged on the door. Then they saw Gongzi Xuan.

It was a lonely and arrogant figure, with a domineering but unruly momentum between the eyebrows, gray clothes, long swords, thick black hair unruly tied behind his head, and his eyes were vicissitudes and melancholy, as if everything in the world was not enough to see. He is Gongzi Xuan. It represents a kind of male child who is extremely free and easy.

"What if you don't retreat" Tang Yixing looked at Gongzi Xuan provocatively.

"This time next year, I'll go to your grave to drink"

There are many masters in the list, but Gongzi Xuan walked in step by step and slowly as if he had entered a no-man's land.

"Hmph."

Tang Yixing sneered. But suddenly, the smile on his face became uncomfortable. An invisible murderous aura condensed into a fierce air current. Crushed to his shoulder. And this murderous aura became stronger and stronger as Gongzi Xuan's footsteps approached. It was hard for him to stand up.

It is a potential, a potential that belongs only to the strong. Every step Gongzixuan took seemed to step on Tang Yixing's heart. Tang Yixing's spine was slowly bent down by the invisible pressure, and there was a click.

The gaming table and chair in front of Gongzixuan were swept away by a great momentum. Slowly branched off to both sides, making way for a road. Eight masters around. Even with Ding Buqiu, the blood in his chest that was impacted by this great momentum was churning. Hurriedly stepped back.

With a 'poof', Tang Yixing was under this invisible pressure. He vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Zheng", a sound,

One of the eight people drew his sword, and the one who drew the sword was a yew boy, with the sword in his hand, but only the hilt, and the long sword was drawn when it was three inches out. was cut off by Gongzi Xuanyi's sword, and the long sword of refined steel was cut off three inches below the hilt, so although the hilt was pulled up, the sword body slid back into the scabbard.

No one saw Gongzi Xuan make a move, but in a trance, there seemed to be a clear light flashing, and now Gongzi Xuan's sword is still hidden in the scabbard. No edge.

The yew boy's face was as white as paper, and he looked at the short sword in his hand in a daze, his face full of surprise. Because he was confident that his sword was fast enough. His nickname is 'The Swift Sword Pony', so he doesn't believe anyone is faster than his sword. Yet at this moment. It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not, because he witnessed Gongzi Xuan's sword.

Be quiet. Like a barren forest at night.

Even breathing had almost stopped in the Silver Hook Casino, and only the sieve in the Golden Eagle Hall was shaking.

The nine people in the Golden Eagle Hall were still gambling, and it was as if things outside were happening in another world. It has nothing to do with them.

"Is my master trapped in the Tang Sect?"

Gongzi Xuan looked directly at Tang Yixing, he didn't have a sharp gaze. There is no compelling momentum, and there are any, just plain, bland.

Only those who have experienced the vicissitudes of the sea can ignore the rivers and lakes. In the world, a few people can be plain.

"Hehe", Tang Yixing sneered, he didn't answer. I don't want to answer.

Defeated, but proud.

The young woman beside him was trembling. But she still stopped Tang Yixing in her arms. She didn't want Gongzi Xuan to hurt Tang Yixing.

"After today, I will personally visit the Tang Sect," Gongzi Xuan looked away from Tang Yixing, and then swept over the faces of Ding Buqiu and the others.

Ding Buqiu looked stunned, and then immediately laughed.

"Fortunately, it turned out that Xuan Gongzi arrived, and he missed the distance, forgive me, you are free. I'm going to get some drinks, get some drinks."

Ding Buqiu nodded his head and bowed, while being wary of Gongzi Xuan, and withdrew from the Silver Hook Gambling House. The soles of your feet are oiled and you slip away, and so do everyone else.

"I hope your self-confidence is still there, I am strong, strong in the sword, you are strong, strong in the hidden weapon"

This was said by Gongzi Xuan to Tang Yixing, no one can understand why Gongzi Xuan would be so polite to an enemy, even Murong Changtian didn't understand, perhaps, this is the shining point of Gongzi Xuan's humanity.

Hearing this, Tang Yixing's shrunken body suddenly straightened up a lot like a dead tree in spring. His bloodless face suddenly became much more angry.

"You are a good opponent," this is Tang Yixing's evaluation of Gongzi Xuan, and then he also walked out of the Silver Hook Gambling House with the support of the young woman. Only now did Gongzi Xuan set his eyes on Murong Changtian.

And Murong Changtian still didn't move in the face of the Golden Eagle Hall, from the time Gongzi Xuan entered the Silver Hook Gambling House to the present, he didn't look at Gongzi Xuan, let alone look back. Because they are too familiar with each other.

"I don't have eyes behind my back, keep it for me"

Finally, Murong Changtian slowly raised one foot and walked towards the Golden Eagle Hall. Then, the bluestone slab bricks that Murong Changtian was standing on just now shattered inch by inch, and his clothes also moved without wind, and he was urged behind him by a strong force. And it's behind you.

Gongzi Xuan stepped over to the door of the Golden Eagle Hall, flicked the thumb of his left hand, and pushed the hilt of the sword to a state of quick draw, at this time, the general fierce and compelling murderous aura permeated, as if the skin was attached to a sharp sword out of the sheath. Pan-human skin, dull pain. Gongzi Xuan finally understood the reason why Murong Changtian hadn't turned around just now. Because of this murderous aura that was forced in, it was shrouded around Murong Changtian just now.

The fierce blade of the fierce soldier will have a murderous aura. A martial arts master with unique skills regards human life as a mustard, and he will definitely have a murderous aura on his body! Gongzi Xuan faintly felt that these nine people must have killed countless people in their lives!

The nine people in the Golden Eagle Hall were still concentrating on the gambling game, and they didn't seem to notice that anyone came over at all, and on the gambling table, sitting in the village was a balding old man, with a brown robe embroidered with black patterns. His hands are hidden in the wide cuffs, and his hands can only be seen when he throws the sieve.

On the left of the bald old man is a scholar in Tsing Yi, and on the right is a red-faced man. Looking closely at the words of these two people, it can be seen that their foreheads are already covered with dense beads of sweat.

The other people's expressions were normal.

Murong Changtian walked very slowly, leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor with every step, and the silver ticket in his arms was also broken inch by inch, only a piece of silver with ten taels of silver was still in Murong Changtian's hand, but on this silver, Murong Changtian had also pinched out five deep finger marks, and if he didn't stand in Murong Changtian's position, he couldn't understand the pressure he was under at all.

At the gambling table that walked from the door of the Golden Eagle Hall, Murong Changtian took ten steps, and these ten steps took a stick of incense. He walked slower than an ant with each step. More cautious than a frightened fox. Then, he pressed the silver in his hand towards the table.

The sieve rattled in the bald old man's hands, just when Murong Changtian's tattooed silver was a foot away from the gambling table. Murong Changtian suddenly stopped moving. And the bald old man didn't move anymore. Even the sieve in the shaker was silent. They seem to have been immobilized by Sun Wukong. It's set there.

The crowd is like a picture scroll, and everything is still. Even the voices had stopped. The scholar in Tsing Yi holds a silver ticket in his hand. A 'I'm small' still echoes in everyone's ears. But his silver ticket stopped in mid-air. The red-faced man still had a drop of sweat rolling down his chin, but it became an eternity at this moment.

This is a duel of internal strength, concentration and endurance. Although they don't have any movement in their whole body, because when they move, they see life and death. Now in the entire Golden Eagle Hall, there is a fierce murderous aura everywhere, and these murderous aura has reached a critical point.

It's like a wooden bucket of water, if one of the planks comes loose, then the whole bucket of water will flow out of the gap, in other words, if one of them can't carry it, then the murderous aura of the others will be emitted from his gap.

More than an hour has passed. Ten people didn't move, not even their fingertips, and everyone's hands were as steady as a rock.

The afternoon sun was scattered from the bonsai and shone on the ground, if it wasn't for the time moving, Gongzi Xuanzhen had an illusion that the thing in front of him was just a painting, and Murong Changtian was the person in the painting.

The air was suffocating, everything was still, Murong Changtian only felt that the silver in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, as if it had become more than a thousand catties, and his arm was sore and numb, and it hurt from numbness, as if he was being stabbed by thousands of needles. Cold sweat has soaked through the clothes.

But he gritted his teeth, endured, and tried his best not to think about it. Because he knew he couldn't move now.

The bald old man's expression was originally very serene, and there was still a hint of ridicule in his eyes, but now it has gradually changed, and he has become a little surprised and impatient. He naturally didn't know Murong Changtian's suffering. Murong Changtian was almost discouraged and almost collapsed. His faith had begun to waver, and his hands had begun to waver. He could barely support it anymore.