Pitching pots, twelve arrows per person, ten points for the mouth of the pot and twenty points for the secondary ear; If a second arrow hits the same spot, half of the points are added; Diagonally inserted spout or transverse spout, 50 points. However, the wall of the pot is smooth, and it is difficult for the arrows to hang just right, so it is very rare.

It is already difficult to throw a hundred points with twelve arrows, let alone exceed the opponent by a hundred points, which is an almost impossible task. In order to complete this task, not only must your pitching skills be quite superb, but also the opponent must be very weak, so weak that you can hardly score points, so that there is a glimmer of possibility.

Wang Zhun dared to agree to this gamble because he knew that Li Zaixing was playing for the first time, and he had just been taught by Shiyi Lang, and he had just seen Li Zaixing throw an arrow with his own eyes. In this way, even if he can't win Li Zaixing by 100 points, he may win 60 points, and if he takes 10,000 steps back, he will at least not lose.

As long as Li Zaixing learns to bark and coax the beauty to be happy, his goal today will be achieved. If you can enter the room often, or even share the same bed, and get your wish fulfilled, it will be even more profitable.

The gambling agreement was agreed, and Miao'er immediately asked people to bring another pitching pot, and each side threw a pot so as not to interfere with each other.

When it was ready, Wang Zhun threw it first, he picked up the arrow, and threw it carefully, and with a "bang", the arrow hit the mouth of the pot. He raised his eyebrows triumphantly and threw a second arrow.

There are beauties on the side, Wang Zhun played a little super well today, and seven of the twelve arrows were hit, one of which actually hung on the mouth of the pot, so that he got a total of 110 points. Generally speaking, a score of 120 points is basically a good win, and 110 points is also a very bad score. Considering that Li Zaixing is a novice, and the possibility of hitting more than 50 points is very small, Wang Zhun is overjoyed and almost can't wait to win the beauty into his arms.

The girl's face was a little ugly, she bit her lip and stared at Li Zaixing.

At this time, Wei Yingwu rushed over and said with a wicked smile: "Brother Li, it's time for you to write poems." ”

"I don't know how to write poems." Li Zaixing said bluntly: "I haven't read a book, I don't even know rhyme, what kind of poetry do I do?" ”

Wei Yingwu smiled even more happily, but his face looked indifferent: "Doing poetry, that is, everyone is happy, if Brother Li is really embarrassed, don't care about any rhyme, just make two poems randomly." ”

"That's not going to work, I don't know how to make poetry at all." Li Zaixing turned his head and glanced at Du Fu: "Brother Du, are you ready?" ”

Du Fu bowed slightly, sweat on his forehead, but there was a relaxed look on his face. Li Zaixing breathed a sigh of relief, pushed him out, and said with a smile: "Haha, Brother Du is a master of poetry, so let him do it for him." I'm going to compete with this thirteen lang to throw pots, and the winner can share the bed with this little lady. ”

"What?" Wei Yingwu screamed in surprise, and immediately threw the matter of making poetry out of the clouds. He glared at the girl and shouted, "Little lady Miao'er, you obviously know my heart for you, why don't you inform me of such a thing?" I'm! I'm! ”

Looking at Wei Yingwu's appearance of beating his chest, Li Zaixing was a little speechless. You're only fourteen or fifteen years old, and your hair hasn't grown yet, so you know how to prostitute? However, if you look at Miao'er again, she will come out to pick up customers at this age, and he estimates that this is probably the early marriage of the Tang people, and it cannot be measured by the standards of later generations.

Wang Zhun laughed: "Hehe, Wei Sanlang, today I am going to take the lead of the little lady." Go home when you have drunk your wine, so that you don't feel uncomfortable watching from the sidelines. ”

"Wang Thirteen, you are too deceitful." Wei Yingwu was furious: "No, I want to gamble, I want to gamble." ”

Wang Zhun raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a fierce light: "Wei Sanlang, do you want to fight?" If you want to bet, you can also wait, wait for me to win this game, and have a night of fun with the little lady, and you will gamble again tomorrow, and I will accompany you. ”

Wei Yingwu was in a hurry, turned to look at Li Zaixing, pulled Li Zaixing aside, bowed his hands, and said in a low voice: "Brother Li, Brother Li, you must not lose to this dog-raised Thirteen Lang, Miao'er Little Lady is the person I fancie, but I can't be gnawed by this dog slave." If you can help me with this, how about we write off the past? ”

Although Wang Zhun didn't know what Wei Yingwu said when he pulled Li Zaixing aside, he could also guess what Wei Yingwu would say, and couldn't help laughing: "Wei Sanlang, you are worshipping the wrong god." He just learned it today, and even the rules have just been understood, if he can win me, will my Wang Zhun dare to haunt Pingkangfang in the future? ”

Wei Yingwu was shocked, and his eyes widened: "You just learned?" ”

Li Zaixing nodded with a smile: "He's right, I did just learn, and I learned it from that Langjun." ”

Wei Yingwu followed his fingers, glanced at the young man, didn't pay attention to it at all, drooped his head like a defeated rooster, turned around and left: "I'm going to listen to people make poems." ”

Li Zaixing ignored him, returned to the game scene, and didn't look at Wang Zhun who was beaming, just glanced at the girl who had a slightly raised corner of her mouth and a look of looking at a joke: "Little lady, don't worry, I'll be fine right away." ”

When the girl heard this, her face turned cold: "Hugh wants to boast, or hurry up and vote, the winner is divided, and the loser has to learn how to bark." ”

"Of course." Li Zaixing sat calmly on the seat, stretched out his hand to pick up twelve wooden arrows, divided one, looked at it in his hand, raised his wrist lightly, the wooden arrow flew out, hit it on the spout of the pot, and entered the pot with a "ding" sound.

Wang Zhun stroked his palm and smiled: "Yes, yes, I actually got one." ”

Eleven Lang also walked over and said softly: "Lang Jun, don't be nervous, relax, if you can hit three or four arrows, you may not lose so many points." ”

Li Zaixing smiled and threw another one. The wooden arrow flew lightly in the air, right in the middle of the secondary ear.

Wang Zhun's face changed, these two arrows were thrown, Li Zaixing had already taken thirty points, and he still had ten arrows in his hand, if he took another twenty points, he would not be able to get any benefits today, so he could only listen to Li Zaixing learn two dog barks.

Li Zaixing threw another arrow and hit the mouth of the pot again. Compared to the first arrow, this arrow was thrown more accurately, almost silently into the pot.

Score another fifteen points.

Wang Zhun's brows furrowed, his face kept changing, he looked at Li Zaixing, and then at Eleven Lang behind Li Zaixing, and couldn't help but be a little suspicious. This kid hit the target with three arrows in a row, so he doesn't look like a novice, could it be that they set up a game to deceive me?

Li Zaixing threw three arrows in a row, and he had a feel for his hand and was confident. He is a stranger to pitching pots, but he has practiced martial arts for eight years, and his mastery of strength is not comparable to ordinary people.

He waved his hand as one arrow after another flew out, the first of which was ready to fall into its place as if it had eyes. After throwing seven arrows, he had already scored one hundred and ten points, which was the same as Wang Zhun.

"Looks like I don't have to learn how to bark." Li Zaixing grinned, looked at Wang Zhun, and then looked at Miao'er.

Wang Zhun's face was so cloudy that it was about to drip. He had now affirmed that it was a bureau, a bureau that was deliberately meant to humiliate him. He played at a super level, threw twelve arrows, hit seven, and only got 110 points, and Li Zaixing also used seven arrows to get 110 points, but he hit the target with each arrow, and there were five arrows in his hand, not only was it easy to win him, but it was also possible to overtake him by a big score.

The arrow is not in vain, this is a newbie? Wang Zhun was so angry that his teeth were about to crush. He stared at Eleven Lang viciously, eager to bite off a piece of his flesh. He hates Li Zaixing, but he hates Eleven Lang even more, it is obvious that this is Eleven Lang's layout to trap him.

Eleven Lang didn't notice Wang Zhun's vicious gaze, and he was also shocked by Li Zaixing's amazing pot throwing skills. He is not like Wang Zhun, he can see that except for the first few arrows that have a tentative component, the next few arrows are almost thrown according to the optimized effect, that is to say, the position where these arrows are finally located is the position where Li Zaixing wants to throw.

Of course, this does not rule out that Li Zaixing deliberately took Wang Zhun to open the shabu, otherwise it would not be so coincidental, the same number of arrows will get the same points.

He looked at Li Zaixing and became more and more curious.

Li Zaixing was looking at Miss Miao'er, holding the arrow in his hand, and he didn't throw it for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

Miss Miao'er was uncomfortable by Li Zaixing, her face was slightly red, and her eyebrows and eyes were angry. Her eyebrows are not the thick and thick broom, but slender willow eyebrows, but her face is also yellow, blush, and red lips, and her face is red at the moment, which is even more coquettish.

"Look at what, hurry up and finish throwing the remaining arrows." Miao'er was ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's just a draw now, and you may not necessarily win." ”

Li Zaixing smiled and straightened up: "Does the little lady want me to win, or do you want me not to win?" ”

"I ......" Miss Miao'er was blocked by Li Zaixing's words, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

hopes that Li Zaixing will win, that is, he is obsessed with Li Zaixing and wants to see Wang Zhun's jokes. Of course this doesn't work, Wang Zhun is already going crazy, and no matter how much he stimulates him, no one can guarantee that he will not be angry on the spot. She can't afford to mess with this gentleman. Usually coquettish and put on a score, but it is a common method of prostitutes, and if you really want to embarrass Wang Zhun in public, Wang Zhun may not let her survive tonight.

If you don't want Li Zaixing to win, you will be devoted to Wang Zhun. Wang Zhun is happy, but what about the rest of the people here? Expressing affection for Wang Zhun in public will discourage others. Before Wang Zhun succeeded, anyone had a chance, and if Wang Zhun came out on top, she would be Wang Zhun's confined.

And she didn't want to be Wang Zhun's confiner at all.

Miao'er was speechless, her face was red and white for a while, and she was so angry that she brushed her sleeves up: "Why do you want to ask the slave's opinion, if you can win, you can win, if you can't win, don't pretend to be a ghost here, but say that it is the slave's responsibility." ”

At this time, Wei Yingwu and Du Fu walked over together, and when they saw the scoreboard on the field, and then looked at the arrow in Li Zaixing's hand, Wei Yingwu was speechless. He glared at Li Zaixing, wanting to speak and stopping. He licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "You...... How? ”