Night is here again. The mountain gate is located above the unfathomable sky, free of dust. Therefore, the light of the stars and the moon is particularly clear. Especially when night falls, the night sky is like a black silk adorned with pearls and jade, stretching into infinity and intoxicating.

There was still an hour before the scheduled time, and Luo Qing came to the mountain peak that touched the sky for the first time and stepped on the venue. Although he still didn't know why Zhang Yan took the initiative to gamble with him regardless of his face, the matter had come to an end. , understand the enemy, understand yourself, he still understands a truth, that is, you can't fight a hundred battles, and preparation in advance is becoming more and more important.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the day, few people touch the top of the sky at night. Occasionally, a few of them come specifically to see the lively gambling game.

After two days of fermentation, the news of Zhang Yan's humiliation and the news of a disciple from an outer sect who went to the mountain gate to practice gambling had already reached the mountain gate, but it was far from the so-called "ten thousand people empty".

In general, the life of the monks of the mountain gate, especially the monks of the demonstration department, is very regular. With the exception of those who have been isolated from the outside world for a long time, people study the essence of the Dharma during the day and practice practical combat skills, and meditate at night to adjust their breathing, absorb Reiki, and enrich their attainments.

Therefore, it was late at night, and Wanfa Jingshi was silent. Perhaps the gamble itself is strange. However, those who focus on spiritual practice understand that spiritual practice is not easy. The vast majority of people are able to suppress their curiosity and stick to their homework schedules.

Zhang Yan set the time for the evening, and there should be such considerations.

On the cliff near the designated location, Luo Qing had a general understanding of the terrain. Of course, there is no limit to the scope of the battlefield of gambling. Every corner of the summit could become a battlefield. However, Luo Qing didn't think that he could fight Zhang Yan to that extent, and he didn't have such a plan.

"The odds aren't ......"

Li You and Meng Wei, including Hong Qianqiu, who had just met him, told him very frankly that Zhang Yan might not be a 42-year-old cardinal, and that he set up a tripod and went into Beiye alone, cutting off the head of the leader of a case while "crossing the sun". However, his decades-long foundation still existed, and the years of delay did not completely destroy that person's superb kendo attainments, coupled with Dan's suppression of divine skill cultivation. Under normal circumstances, Luo Qing's chances of winning are almost zero.

However, is it Luo Qing's style to admit defeat before the real fight?

In fact, Luo Qing already had a vague idea in his heart, but due to the lack of the most intuitive understanding of Zhang Yan, it was difficult to put it into practice for the time being. Perhaps, it is really necessary to wait until around the start of the game to make a decision.

After jumping a few times on the cliff wall, Luo Qing wanted to look in the other direction, but he rushed out for several miles, but his eyes saw one thing: the moonlight and the shadow of the cliff wall intersected. A man is half-hanging, half-lying, half-sitting on a protruding stone beam. His entire upper body was hidden in the shadows, and only his dangling legs were swinging back and forth leisurely.

Luo Qing was about to turn around, when suddenly his heart was broken, and he leaned down slightly. He borrowed an angle and looked at the man's face vaguely: "Brother Zhang?"

When the man heard the greeting, he stood up in surprise and looked here. The two men looked at each other and were speechless for a moment: how did the opponents of tonight's gambling meet here and now?

For Zhang Yan, Luo Qing has also seen it once, but this person is very impressed.

Zhang Yan gives a clear impression that he is "unkempt". There are many unkempt monks. Hong Qian Qiu is an example of this. However, Zhang Yan is clearly different. Luo Qing and he saw both sides. He wears a black robe, which seems to have never changed in the past. His front door was torn open, and his clothes were a mess inside. The man's face was not shaved either. The same goes for Hong Qianqiu, who is brave and fearless. Put it here. Words like "destitute" and "decadent" seem to have been prepared specifically for him.

Luo Qing felt that the reason for this feeling might be because Brother Zhang was relatively delicate, with fair skin and unhealthy dark green color. In addition, his brother's eyes are too gloomy, his eyes are deep-set, giving the impression that he is already half-dead.

"Good brother Zhang. ”

Luo Qing was calm and saluted like a musical instrument. However, Zhang Yan was obviously absent-minded, and after a pause, he nodded and responded, "Oh, Senior Brother Yu is here." ”

"Brother Zhang arrived very early. Shall we start now?"

"Let's do what we agreed. Zhang Yan lay in the shadow of the cliff and spoke lazily.

Zhang Yan's voice is also very special. There seems to be no spirit in the words, like the groans of a seriously ill person. Luo Qing frowned when he heard this, especially when he thought that this person was his opponent for his next gamble. His heart was even more sad.

Is this Zhang Yan's attitude towards gambling?

Luo Qing grinned, it was not that he couldn't accept failure, but if it was in the hands of such a person, he felt that he was not confident enough to think about it. He stood motionless, staring at Zhang Yan's face half-hidden in the shadows, remembering the news of Li You and the others in his heart.

At that time, Zhang Yan was also a member of Shanmen. At the age of 42, he ascended to the realm of Return Dan. While he can't be said to be a top-tier qualification, he's also a rising star at the gates of the hill with an outstanding legacy. Prior to that, "War in the Northern Wilderness" was his famous work. But why, when his future is immeasurable, he suddenly becomes addicted to gambling, addicted to gambling, and cannot extricate himself. The discipline of gambling breaches has him thinking about it for two-thirds of the year.

But the more this is the case, the more he strengthens it, and after decades, he has not cultivated at all, and when the vitality and sharpness of the advanced Dan are also lost in this long bet.

This is the kind of person who somehow finds you and takes the initiative to bet with him... Luo Qing's mind suddenly became clear, he thought about it for a moment, and then walked over.

"I'm going to sit down too. Luo Qing happily found a place to stay beside Zhang Yan, and the two were only four or five feet apart.

Zhang Yan was a little strange, looking up at this completely different little junior brother. In fact, Luo Qing's name became quite loud. Even gamblers like him occasionally heard the name in his ears.

He knew that such a young man in his twenties and sixties had already done several great things. The reorganization of the army of Cliff City and the conspiracy of the blood monk Turing were all followed by the shadow of this young man. It wasn't just what he did then. And the temperament is quite good, no wonder at the beginning, there were so many people who cared, and it was very enviable to be so popular.

Well, these things have nothing to do with him, as long as he is willing to accept failure, according to the meaning of this person...

At this time, Luo Qing said to him, "Brother Zhang." ”

"Huh?"

"There's one thing I've always wanted to ask you. Can Brother Zhang help me?"

"What's the matter, let's talk about the bet. It's time to save your power......" Zhang Yan said nonchalantly, closing his eyes again, as if these few words had exhausted all his strength.

However, Luo Qing did not back down from the difficulties and continued to ask, "I have heard of the preferences of my brothers. With all due respect, brother, given your temperament, you have time to gamble with others and go to Jianyuan. Brothers can find people to bet on thousands of rounds. Why is it so troublesome?"

This is actually quite rude, but Zhang Yan is very self-aware and not angry. He laughed a few times: "What should I do if I'm short of money?"

"Hey, Big Brother wants to win the brand and redeem it for gambling money?"

Luo Qing did remember. In front of him, this gambler once set a great record - Shanmen issued a special decree to cut off the welfare supply of all Zhang Yan's spiritual resources, and no longer provide pills, religious utensils, and spiritual places, so as not to let him take medicine, religious utensils, and gamble again.

This targeted measure is said to be the first of its kind since the establishment of the school. They are said to be unprecedented and unique. This order immediately forced Zhang Yan to a dead end. In order to survive in the mountain gate, he must earn his own money and fight. Only then will he be able to spend money. If he remains addicted to gambling, he will suffer.

But that's just the way it is, and this time there is no stopping gambling. Now, he lives on just some good news from Tongdetang, and the good work and rewards he gets are quickly wasted. No one in his family wanted to gamble with him, so he ran all the way to the northern desert to lose all his wealth and then came back to find a job.

Gambling addiction to this level is probably the first person in history since the school opened.

Generally speaking, people believed that the above decree was a sign that the clan elders had had reached no end of their patience with Zhang Yan. However, Luo Qing felt that it was not so much that the clan elders were dissatisfied with him, but that they still fantasized about him, hoping that through this move, he would be forced to give up gambling and return to the right path.

But now it seems that this and such an idea is in vain.

Luo Qing is not a sentimental person. As the war approaches, he does not lament the "regrettable" things. Instead, the vague thoughts in my mind suddenly became clear.

He suddenly smiled, staring at Zhang Yan's face, his eyes shining like stars: "Brother Zhang may not know, in fact, I also like to gamble." ”

Luo Qing didn't hesitate to create his sword. With the last of his strength, he turned his sword to protect his chest.

The tall figure has already walked out of the snake hole, erratic, just met the love of rigidity and softness, only to feel that there is rigidity and softness in front of it, although it is in a defensive state, but dense but bottomless, it seems to be powerful at any time. This person is a person who cherishes his body. He was shocked when he saw Luo Qing's sword kill the Eight Brocade Dragons he had raised. When he held his breath, he could see Luo Qingxue's white face. And then he woke up again: the young man was exhausted. Why are they afraid of him?