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It is very tragic to bet four taels of silver, and for this reason, many people have begun to observe the owner of the silver.

Although Zhuo Zangfeng did not deliberately hide it, someone still discovered his secret.

There were common people, beggars, monks, and even female ladies, but no one had ever seen a blind man.

Mo Ya heard the sarcasm in the old man's words, and immediately raised his eyebrows, pointed at him and scolded: "The old thing that doesn't have long eyes!

The old man looked at the little girl humming angrily, and then saw that she was beautifully dressed and extraordinary, so he didn't dare to reply, and quietly moved to the side.

Although Mo Ya shocked the old man with a fierce momentum, the others still showed disdain.

On the high platform, the man in Tsing Yi had already made a good posture, and the drums beat together, and the two swords struck each other, making a clear sound.

This time, the two swords slashed several times in a row, but they didn't tell the winner.

According to the rules of sword gambling, the two swords slash each other once for a round, and the five consecutive rounds of fighting will not be won or lost, and will be replaced by another method to continue the competition.

There are prepared pig iron bars on the table, and the gambling fight that enters this link is to test the sharpness of the sword.

In fact, the two men in Tsing Yi had already fought for four rounds, and before the fifth round began, the town guard official waved his hand to stop them and asked them to go directly to chop the iron bars.

Generally, when a mortal green steel sword encounters a hard iron bar, it is rare to retreat with its whole body, either the blade leaves a gap, or the blade is curled, or even directly broken.

The gambling sword was originally to select a sharper and tougher sword, but at this time, it completely ignored the damage of the sword, and fought hard against hard, and the result was a lose-lose situation.

Of course, you can also look at the sword marks on the iron bar behind it, so as to distinguish the good from the bad.

But by this time, most of the swords had changed beyond recognition, and the nature of the competition had completely degenerated into a gambler's carnival.

At this time, the customer who bets on the sword can also choose to re-bet, or increase the bet, but the bet can only be increased and not decreased, and then the result is revealed, the bet is doubled.

The gong sounded, and many customers crowded over to place their bets again.

Zhuo Zangfeng heard the sound of silver hitting each other on the felt side of the felt embroidered with the word "west", and no one on the side embroidered with the word "east" came to bet, and it was still the four taels of silver that he had just thrown.

Zaligu's eyebrows jumped, and several times he wanted to pick up the silver and bet it on another place, but he was interrupted by Mo Ya's eyes.

After everyone finished placing bets, many people looked at the slightly lonely few taels of silver on the felt with the word "east", with a disdainful smile on their faces, and couldn't help muttering.

"I said that the blind man went to the Qinglou to play, why did he still come to gamble on swords?"

"What an eye-opener!"

Zhuo Zang, who could only vaguely see a cloud of white light, was sharper, and the mocking words of these people did not leak a word in his ears.

He didn't get angry, but smiled and turned his face to them, and said gently, "Since everyone's interest is so high, I have a proposal, are you interested?"

The old man was whispering to the people he knew well, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard the blind man take the initiative to talk.

"What advice does this little brother have?"

Although he despised the other party in his heart, his face was full of smiles, and his mouth was polite.

Zhuo Zangfeng lifted the one hundred taels of silver that Mo Ya had prepared, and threw it on the felt embroidered with the word "Dong", smiling.

Mo Ya thought to herself: If it's not your silver, you are really generous!

Zaligu trembled, and he really wanted to move the hundred taels of silver to the felt embroidered with the word "West".

Zhuo Zangfeng stretched his waist and said resolutely: "I bet all this silver, if you are interested, can you dare to bet the same amount of silver?"

The felt is very thick, and the large characters on it are not very neatly embroidered, and it is obviously very laborious to walk the needles on the thick hair layer, but if you talk about the degree of strength, it is naturally more wear-resistant than ordinary cloth.

One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount, and the top is a six-grade official of the Tang Kingdom for a year.

And this is a place for civilians to gamble on swords, and a hundred taels of silver can really be regarded as a big gamble.

These people are addicted to gambling on swords, plus they can speculate, and they have also won some silver taels, and they are not as honest and deceitful as Zaligu.

But such a big bet, they also saw it for the first time, and in their impression, such a big bet should be the handiwork of those high-ranking officials and nobles.

But looking at the young man in front of him, he was disheveled, and he didn't have that noble style at all, and the girl in the embroidered red dress next to him looked picturesque, but he had an elegant temperament.

At most, they only had thirty or forty taels of silver, and a hundred taels of silver was such a large amount that they really couldn't take it out for a while.

Looking at the tempting silver taels on the "east" word felt, and then looking at the bets stacked like a hill on the "west" word felt, the old man touched his body, and then looked at the few people who were good friends with him with an inquiring gaze.

Those people were active, and when they saw that the money was open, they understood what the old man meant, and hurriedly took out the silver taels from their bodies, and counted them together.

The chubby official looked at it with interest, and did not go up to stop it, but the dealer, who had been busy picking up the bets with a heavy face, pushed away the assistant next to him, and walked over to Zhuo Zangfeng and hugged his fist.

"Little brother is so interested, thanks to the affordability, the dealer made an exception today, if you win......"

Speaking of this, he pointed to the felt embroidered with the word "West" with his hand, and remembered: "All these silver taels belong to you." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng's original intention was to make a big deal about this matter and attract the attention of that official, and then send a letter to the Yanzhi State Government through him to get the antidote to the poison of the witch sword, so that the current predicament could be solved.

Who would have thought that the official was not shocked, but he attracted the dealer who regarded wealth as his life, and the dealer also used the agitation method he had just applied to the old man to fight back.

Except for the one hundred taels that were Mo Ya's private money, he couldn't take out half a penny, so how could he deal with the matter in front of him?

If you don't continue to gamble, you will become a laughing stock at today's gambling sword meeting, and your subsequent plans will inevitably come to naught.

Zaligu rubbed his hands and walked back and forth, and Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly had an idea.

When it comes to the end, I can only continue to pretend.

He faced the dealer and said loudly: "It's a small amount of money, I came in a hurry today, and I only brought some small money to reward my subordinates, if you lose, you go with me to Tieyu Futu to get double the bet." ”

This breath is big enough, and a hundred taels of silver is just a reward for the next person at will.

It completely shook everyone present.

And when he said the Iron Imperial Floating Massacre, these people were even more shocked.

"No wonder others are petty, it turns out that they have a relationship with the Iron Imperial Floating Massacre!"

People think, but they dare not speak.

The name of the unattainable royal temple of the Iron Imperial Floating Temple, the holy place of cultivation that countless ordinary children of the Yanzhi Kingdom yearn for, is enough to shock people's hearts by this name alone.

Zhuo Zangfeng listened carefully to the strange noises around him, he heard that the surroundings were quiet, and he wondered in his heart: Is the cowhide blowing a little too big? However, Mo Ya, who is sharp and clever and clever, said something that made him almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood.