Seeing that the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect actually made a bet on the number of floors of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that Zhang Sui might ascend, an inexplicable smile crossed the corner of the imperial master's mouth.

Seeing that the white beads on the seventh layer were getting brighter and brighter, and then slowly dimming again, the imperial master said to Zhou Yanxin and Bu Ping beside him: "Senior Sister Yanxin, Senior Brother Buping, do you think Senior Brother can ascend to the first layer of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?" ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bu Ping glanced at the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect who were crowding around in the distance, where the shouts of "Tenth Floor", "Eleventh Floor", "Thirteenth Floor" and "Fourteenth Floor" came and went, and there was almost no shouting of "Fifteenth Floor".

Bu Ping hesitated: "Twenty floors." ”

The master shook his fan, and the wind of the fan blew his sideburns from time to time.

The Imperial Lord turned his head and asked Zhou Yanxin with a smile, "What about Senior Sister Yanxin?" How many floors do you think Senior Brother will be able to climb? ”

Zhou Yanxin tilted his head, looked at the white beads on the seventh layer in a daze with a small face, for a long time, pursed his lips, and said in a voice as low as a gnat: "Thirty-three layers." ”

Bu Ping was taken aback and said, "Thirty-three floors, this is absolutely impossible!" The total number of core disciples who ascended to the thirty-third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for the first time in the history was only seven, and all of them were all talented people. Senior brother, he has no cultivation, it can be called, it can be called-"

"The most wasted core disciple in the history of the Heavenly God Sect" is a word that Bu Ping can't say, when he just experienced a great change in his family, it was Zhang Sui and the Eight Temples of the Second God who supported him, and it was the "Eighteen Styles of the Tyrant Sword" that only the inner disciples were eligible for free rubbing.

Although Bu Ping was not optimistic about Zhang Sui, he couldn't bear to use this word to describe him.

The royal lord grinned, closed the fan with a "snap", tilted his head, and gestured to the place where he was betting: "Senior Sister Yanxin, I like this temperament, let's go, let's go gamble!" ”

"Isn't that okay? In case Senior Brother he gets angry-" Bu Ping was still a little hesitant, but he heard the Imperial Master shouting loudly towards it: "Come on, come on, I bet on one thousand taels of silver and thirty-three layers!" ”

The crowd fell silent in an instant, and they looked at the master one by one.

The imperial master slapped his belt with his left hand, took out a stack of silver tickets, handed it to the disciple of the Heavenly God Sect who was sitting in the village, and said, "Why, don't you dare to take it?" Or I'll open the bank, and you can leave all these bets to me! ”

The disciple of the Heavenly God Sect who sits in the village is called Lu Zhaolin, the inner disciple of the three halls of the second god.

Lu Zhaolin frowned and said, "Imperial Lord, thirty-three layers? I can tell you, don't blame me for not stopping you if you lose money later! ”

"Can you handle it? My son is so poor that he only has money left, so he likes to gamble like this, are you not convinced? The Imperial Master glanced at the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect with disdain and said, "Don't compare this son with you people!" If you don't dare to gamble, get out of here, the little family is angry, and you can still do it in twos! ”

Lu Zhaolin sneered, looked at the master like an idiot and said: "Okay, the playboy of 'a little green in the ten thousand flowers' is betting that Senior Brother Zhang Sui can ascend to the thirty-third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and bet one to pay ten!" ”

The crowd immediately threw a look of contempt at the Imperial Master.

It's just that there is a father who is the prime minister in the court, otherwise, look at where he can be so proud!

Gambling on the 33rd floor? There is no place to spend the money, and a thousand taels of silver are just like this!

"I, I'll bet ten taels!" Zhou Yanxin dragged a money bag with his two little hands, his little face was a little pale, his little hands trembled slightly, and he handed all the money bags to Lu Zhaolin.

Lu Zhaolin sneered, and said secretly: "Just enslaved disciples, I got carried away when I was the inner disciple of the Eighth Hall of the Gods last time. Lose all your net worth, see if you cry when the time comes! ”

However, thinking about it, Lu Zhaolin still took Zhou Yanxin's money bag and shouted: "Another one, bet on thirty-three floors, bet one to ten!" ”

Bu Ping looked at the Imperial Master and Zhou Yanxin from a distance, gritted his teeth, took out the money bag, walked up, handed it to Lu Zhaolin and said, "Senior Brother Lu, take the thirty-third floor!" ”

Both the Imperial Master and Zhou Yanxin looked at Bu Ping in surprise.

Lu Zhaolin was slightly stunned, and kindly reminded Bu Ping: "I know you are grateful to him, but you are with the wrong person today!" You bet on the thirty-third floor, don't lose everything! ”

Bu Ping hugged his fists at Lu Zhaolin and insisted: "Just bet so much, a total of four hundred and thirty-two taels!" ”

"Idiot!"

Lu Zhaolin cursed in a low voice, poured out Buping's money bag, counted it, and said loudly: "One more, bet on thirty-three layers, bet one to ten!" ”

The crowd threw a look of "idiot" at the royal lord, Zhou Yanxin and Bu Ping.

Watching the gambling game, the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect who participated in the bet, there was no shortage of inner disciples, but everyone unanimously determined that Zhang Sui's highest ascending was only fifteen layers, and the three inner disciples of the Eight Inner Sect of the Second God Hall were unanimously betting on the thirty-third layer, and there was no doubt that they were sending money.

Many people cast an envious look at Lu Zhaolin, and today's Lu Zhaolin can be regarded as making a fortune.

In the open space outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, when the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect were betting on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion because Zhang Sui was able to climb the first floor, Zhang Sui stood at the corner of the seventh to eighth floors, looking up at the neon clothes that were floating in front of him, revealing the pure white little fat library, his face was a little red, and said, "Can you come down and walk?" You're floating like this, it's a mental destruction to me! ”

Nishang floated down with a smile and said to Zhang Sui: "Master, the Buddha said, everything is vain, you are too obsessed with appearances!" ”

"I'm a layman, not a saint, not a Buddha!" Zhang Sui pursed his lips and asked, "I remember you said that you know the past and the present, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, master, you finally believe Ni Shang's words! Nishang really knows a lot of knowledge, very powerful! Ni Shang said with a look of excitement and excitement.

Zhang Sui was no longer able to complain, and asked: "Ask, how long does it take for a child to eat one cake in one minute, and how long does it take for three children to eat three cakes?"

Nishang hurriedly raised her hand and said, "Three minutes, three minutes, master!" ”

Zhang Sui turned his head, rolled his eyes, and said, "It's still a minute!" ”

"Oh." Ni Shang drooped her head and said pitifully.

Zhang Sui let out a long sigh and said, "I only ask you, since you are the instrument spirit of this broken notebook, if nothing else, at least you have some knowledge of the quality of the exercise cheats, right?" ”

Nishang suddenly came to her senses and said excitedly: "Master, you really asked the right person!" Nishang is most familiar with these! ”

Zhang Sui didn't bother to complain about her, walked to the eighth floor, came to the eighth floor, looked at the hundreds of bookshelves on the eighth floor, and said, "Then you give me a suggestion, which exercise cheats should I choose." In my opinion, there is no difference between all the exercises and cheats, it is nothing more than the different types of weapons. ”

"Hehe, master, that's not right for you! Even if it is the same weapon and the same move, different people's understanding is different, and the power used is also different! ”

Ni Shang's body floated up again, quickly turning between hundreds of bookshelves, and then took out two exercise cheats shrouded in white light in front of Zhang Sui, and said: "Oh, master, you see, these two exercise cheats, "Liuyun Sword Method" and "Liuyun Sixty-two Styles" are both swordsmanship realized by a swordsman called Liuyun Swordsman, but "Liuyun Sword Method" was realized in the early stage, and "Liuyun Sixty-two Styles" was comprehended by him in his later years. There is basically no difference in the content of swordsmanship, but the latter has ten more styles, but the depth of comprehension of swordsmanship in the two books is completely different! ”

"If you say that the master has practiced the "Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship" to the fullest, you will become a master of swordsmanship. Then, when the master practices the "Sixty-two Styles of Flowing Clouds" to the fullest, he will become a master of swordsmanship that is unique in ten thousand. ”

Nishang looked at Zhang Sui's stunned expression, thinking that Zhang Sui was finally moved by her wisdom, with a smug look on her face, holding two exercise cheats in her two small hands, dangling in front of Zhang Sui.