The laughter of the two came out of their nostrils, making a "smack" sound.

Duanmu was annoyed by the situation at this time, and for a moment, he used his spiritual power to shake off the tea and tea leaves, and waited until he walked to Chang Ying's left to see Chang Ying's dice.

This look is all green, with black lines on the face.

"A little?" Duanmu glared at Chang Ying fiercely: "How is it a little?"

Murong Zhongtian saw that the number of points he often won turned out to be one point, and he immediately became angry.

It's well arranged, why is there a mess.

"How do I know?" Chang Ying distinguished, "This dice are already yours, and I don't have any exercises." ”

"Bah!" Duanmu spat fiercely on the ground: "Your wish is destined not to come true." Drop-off!"

"Yes!" Duanmu's subordinates walked over and said to Zhan Qingyu, Murong Zhongtian, and Chang Ying, "Three of you, please." ”

"My things?" the Supreme Holy Hand on the table of Murong Zhongtian Dynasty pouted angrily.

"Take it!" Duanmu said angrily, "Go as far as possible, don't let me see you." ”

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"Please!" Duanmu's men chased away the guests again.

"Let's go!" Murong Zhongtian shrugged at Zhan Qingyu and Chang Ying, and reached out to take the delicate dice.

It turned out that the two dice that the two of them had gambled on disappeared after Murong Zhongtian received the Supreme Holy Hand, and they were in place.

Murong Zhongtian easily withdrew his sword and a magic weapon.

Zhan Qingyu shrugged his shoulders as he watched the two dice disappear, and the two looked at each other and smiled and walked towards the door.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do the second option. Chang Ying stood up from his chair and said to Duanmu, who was still angry.

"Second method?" Duanmu turned around suddenly: "It's up to you? how many cultivators and masters can't do it, you can do it, why are you?"

"It's better to have direction than to look around. Chang Ying didn't look up and said: "I will do it, you look at it, I will definitely do it." ”

"Blind flies!" Duanmu looked at him with disdain.

"Although I faltered, I stepped towards the sun with every step. Chang Ying slowly raised his head, an unusual brilliance appeared in his eyes, and then walked out behind Zhan Qingyu and Murong Zhongtian.

"Bang! click!" the three of them had just left, when there was a sound of fists hitting the table and the table falling apart.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Zhan Qingyu and Murong Zhongtian laughed and made a fuss, the chips just now were also exchanged for a few thousand taels of gold, and the harvest was really good.

Chang Ying behind him has been following the two, and his face is still not smiling.

Chang Ying looks clear-eyed and psychic, why do you learn to gamble?

This is the biggest question in the minds of the two.

Since he learns to gamble, he must have excellent gambling skills, and his mind is definitely not comparable to ordinary dealers.

Murong Zhongtian, who had two swords, wanted to win him, but the result was so unexpected.

So why would a regular winner lose a gamble that looks like a must-win?

Although Murong Zhongtian is also very smart, he gambled with a gambler called "Chang Win", and he even won.

There is also the fact that Murong Zhongtian obviously blessed the dice with six points with his spiritual power, but why did it become two points?

And why is it the ultimate point to win often?

And there are many more

These questions plagued Zhan Qingyu and Murong Zhongtian, and the two of them couldn't figure out why.

As for why no one came to trouble them, both of them felt that if they sent ordinary masters, they would definitely be sent to death, and if they sent a few masters like them, it would not be interesting.

The killers who worked hard would definitely not be able to get any benefits, and the two of them were still very good at escaping.

If you want to send a heavyweight master, it is estimated that Duanmu has not the ability to move.

Even if the price of inviting this is not as good as that of ordinary masters, it is another thing for Duanmu to be reluctant.

In the hotel, Chang Ying asked the two of them in turn, pretending not to hear it, just drinking and not talking, and the two had no choice but to wait for him to drink well.

Chang Ying's thin body drank a large jar of wine in the guest room of the outer heaven before he drunkenly answered the doubts of the two.

He kept his head down and talked about the past slowly, and from time to time he hiccuped.

Zhan Qingyu and Murong Zhongtian could hear it, and after they were drunk, they spoke earnestly and truthfully.

Chang Ying's real name is Zhang Sheng, but he never lost after playing in various gambling houses in the cultivation world, so the gamblers gave him a nickname.

After a long time, people almost forgot that his name was Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng has been extremely talented since childhood, specializing in literature, and has a strong interest in poetry, poetry, literature, history, and geography, but he is extremely averse to gambling.

Although there are special sects of literary cultivation in the cultivation world, they are all small sects that can't be named, and in the words of martial cultivators, they are just a bunch of shit.

They don't know anything else except "chanting poems and writing in the north window", and Wenxiu in this era of rampant monsters is definitely not a good place to go.

Even if you can cultivate a body of literature and art, how many demon beasts can you kill?

Therefore, the cultivation of literature is carried out silently and quietly in the cultivation world, and it must not be displayed in public.

Of course, there are also people who have achieved literary cultivation, which is not one in a thousand years.

They can use the expanded comprehension of Wenxiu to the exercises of martial arts, and they can also reach a high-end level.

There is even a legend that there was once a legend of a scholar who relied on a group of literati and ink writers to skillfully escape demons.

But after all, this is not as obvious as Wu Xiu's coming quickly.

Therefore, almost all the cultivators practiced martial arts, and only those who were disgusted with conquest and killing formed the sect of Wenxiu.

Whichever aspect of you is strong, providence will alienate you from that aspect or make you forget.

Only those who are not afraid of difficulties can break through this providential obstacle and achieve their own advantageous career, which has always been the case.

Zhang Sheng was born with a psychic mind, and when he was a teenager, he recited all the poems and songs he could find, and most of them could be recited.

That's a lot of knowledge, and even a rhyming and symmetrical verse is easy to remember, but it's a huge number.

It can be seen that Zhang Sheng's mind is by no means comparable to that of ordinary cultivators.

By chance, Zhang Sheng met the lively and lovely Duanmu Yingning while playing in the mountains and rivers.

The two fell in love at first sight.

Zhang Sheng admired Duanmu Yingning's purity and cuteness, and Duanmu Yingning also had a good impression of the kind-hearted and erudite Zhang Sheng.

After going back and forth, the two gradually became acquainted.

Duanmu's father didn't have any clear statement, but Duanmu Yuanfeng disagreed.

Ying Ning's elder brother Duanmu Yuanfeng did everything possible to obstruct and destroy the two, but there was no gap between the two, but the relationship was closer than before.

Duanmu Yuanfeng's obstruction and destruction were not malicious, he just wanted to make his sister's life better in the future.

And how can this weak scholar protect his smart and lovely sister without the power to restrain the chicken?

Therefore, Duanmu Yuanfeng has always disagreed with the two being together.

One day, things suddenly became weird, and Duanmu Yingning fell asleep and never woke up.