Mo Ya was worried that Zhuo Zangfeng would bump into someone else and cause unnecessary trouble, so she reached out and held his arm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In a high-rise mansion compound, there is a high platform in the middle of the courtyard, and dozens of long swords are placed on the weapon racks on both sides, and many people are watching carefully around the long swords.

Yan Zhiguo's promotion of sword gambling is also a sport that the whole people are tired of, although many people have lost their families and even lost their lives because of it, but no one opposes it.

Even those pampered princes and nobles strongly advocated it, not to mention the common people.

Mo Ya carefully described the current situation to Zhuo Zangfeng. As soon as Zaligu came here, it was as if he had changed as a different person, his eyes only focused on the sword branches placed on both sides, and his mind was full of the sound of silver coins.

Judging from his appearance, Zhuo Zangfeng except for his dim eyes, if he doesn't look closely, it is difficult to find that he is blind.

The clothes were a little tattered, not as distinctive as the Moya clothes around them, but there were a mix of men and women here, and the voices of people were noisy, and no one noticed them at all.

Zaligu and the others Zhuo Zangfeng approached Mo Ya and led them to the stage.

A wonderful feeling grew in my heart. When passing by the long swords displayed on both sides, the sword element in Zhuo Zangfeng's dantian qi sea began to surge, rushing into his brain along the meridians and penetrating into his consciousness.

He sensed the coldness of the sword, and at the same time, the shape, size, and hardness and sharpness of the sword appeared in his mind one after another.

As if painting with his eyes closed, he captures the subtle differences between the sword branches.

These ordinary mortal swords, as if he had swept away with a brush in an instant.

The sword elements in the dantian qi sea that had been cultivated by ordinary products were beating, as if they were about to break through the barrier of the qi sea and sprint out.

He quickly thought about the complicated and obscure formulas in "Sword Products", and tried his best to understand the true meaning behind each word.

From this end to the stage to watch the sword, and from the other end of the stairs, he silently counted the sword elements rushing in the sea of qi, and found that there were a total of one hundred and thirty-two sword elements that could be identified.

That is to say, there are one hundred and thirty-two sword elements in his body that have been refined from ordinary long swords.

This time, he didn't use the way in "Sword Product" to screen and select swords.

Looking, smelling, asking, and cutting were originally the methods used by doctors to diagnose diseases, but the author of "Sword Products" applied them to the identification of swords, which can be regarded as unique and second to none.

These methods didn't linger in his mind for long, because the mortal sword yuan in the dantian qi sea had already sensed the long sword of the same level as the one on the display table.

He didn't look at the sword up close, he didn't hear the roar of the blade, he didn't try it in his hand, but he had a confident smile on his face.

They had taken a total of thirty-eight steps on the stage, but the twenty-two long swords on both sides of the stage had been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Even from the sharpness, or hardness, or delicate, or thickness, or length, he can carefully and clearly discharge the sequence.

Gambling on the sword is about the sharpness and hardness of the sword.

In Yanzhiguo, sharp and tenacious swords are undoubtedly the most popular, especially those who are sword cultivators, and they choose suitable weapons based on such conditions.

He can be said to be walking like a fly on the stage, walking but not looking at flowers, which makes Zaligu a little suspicious.

It's just a blind man to gamble on swords, and he doesn't even try the blade.

At least this is allowed, and it is also one of the stupidest ways for many ordinary civilians who do not understand swordsmanship to evaluate the quality of swords.

Although Zhuo Zangfeng could hear the subtleties of the sound of the sword and the roar of the sword, Mo Ya didn't have much chance of winning the sword bet, she just felt that it was a very beautiful thing to be able to go on the street with this handsome Tang envoy.

She thought to herself: It's good to come out and play, otherwise he won't be able to see anything, and he will be locked up in the Iron Imperial Floating Massacre, wouldn't it be very boring?

At this time, many people have already started to bet.

A stout man walked up to the high platform, struck a gong in his hand, and announced that the first contest was the first sword on the east side and the penultimate sword on the west side.

Both of these swords are blue steel swords, and at first glance there is not much difference, the only difference is that the sword on the east side is a mahogany hilt, and there is a mark on the spine of the sword, which may be due to forging, or it has been caused by a violent collision.

The sword on the west side is a rosewood handle with a straight spine spine.

Mo Ya escorted Zhuo Zangfeng to the front of the stage, facing the bustling crowd, she was afraid that others would step on him or touch him, and always deliberately used her thin body to resist for him.

Zhaligu was sweating, and finally squeezed around the two of them, asking loudly in the noise of people which sword to buy.

Zhuo Zangfeng ignored it and endured listening to those people shouting and placing bets.

Buying a sword on the west side to win is to take its sword spine straight and finely cast, so the probability of winning such a sword is undoubtedly greater. So many people rushed to place bets.

And there are very few people who buy the sword on the east side.

Zhuo Zangfeng put his hand on Zaligu's shoulder and whispered, "Go with the flow, we will also buy the western sword." ”

Zaligu was also optimistic about the sword on the west side, so he did not hesitate to press two taels of silver on the felt embroidered with the word "west", glanced at the expressionless dealer with anticipation, and turned his gaze to the stage.

According to the rules of sword betting, if you win, the two taels of silver will become four taels, and if you lose, there will naturally be nothing left.

A slightly obese Yan Zhiguo official sat on the stage and kept nodding to familiar people.

He sat in the gambling field as an official, firstly to maintain order, and secondly, to select the winning sword and present it to his superiors.

Not long after, two men in Tsing Yi with the words "East" and "West" embroidered on their front and back respectively walked from their side to the center of the stage with swords in their hands, saluted the audience, and then saluted each other.

Most of Yan Zhiguo's characters are derived from the Chinese characters of the Tang Dynasty, and there are almost no changes, so even if the people of the Tang Dynasty rashly participate in the sword gambling, they will not be dizzy because of the words.

The gong strikes twice in a row, indicating a stop betting.

One gong is a reminder to start betting, two sounds indicate the end of betting, and then wait patiently for the result of winning or losing.

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded secretly, thinking that he knew that the people of the country were fierce, and even the gambling swords were in the same style, straight and straight, and would not beat around the bush.

But the rules seem to be fair.

The two men in Tsing Yi finished saluting and stood with their swords raised.

Their eyes did not look at each other, but at the swords that were shining brightly in their hands.

The official nodded, and a drum suddenly sounded in the corner.

When the man in Tsing Yi heard the sound of the drum, his expression suddenly became solemn, the man on the west side held his long sword horizontally, and the man in Tsing Yi on the east side suddenly raised the sword in his hand and slashed it down.

It's called a split and a block, and it's rotated.

It is undoubtedly the easiest and flattest way to test the sharpness and toughness of the sword.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew, and the arm muscles of the man in Tsing Yi on the west side trembled, and he took the sword.

For the first time, there was no sword breakage, the two looked at each other's long sword blades, and after making sure that there was no gap, the man in Tsing Yi on the east side who had just split a sword turned his long sword horizontally and made a posture waiting to be split.

People looked nervously.

Zhuo Zangfeng was thinking, Yan Zhiguo people are too good at playing, I don't know if it's because of the horse nation, or because they were born like this, they all use the method of marching in the army in the gambling sword, beat the drum and advance, and Ming Jin retreats.

Thinking of the gambling sword turned out to be advocated by the state, he had some inexplicable worries in his heart.

Zaligu clenched his fists and stared at the man in Tsing Yi on the west side.

After the man in Tsing Yi on the west side finished checking, he suddenly danced his long sword, looked at the long sword blocked by the man on the east side, and used all his strength to slash straight down from the top of his head.

"Ding...... Boom!"

This time there were two sounds, the first sound was made by the two swords striking each other, and the second sword was the sound of the long sword blocked by the man in Tsing Yi on the east side being split and the sword body falling to the ground.

"Good!"

Many people who bet on the word "West" applauded, and Zaligu shouted even more vigorously.

At this time, the gong sounds, and the bettors who bet on the right side rush to receive the jackpot, and the losers are depressed.

When the crowd quieted down a little, the two men in Tsing Yi each took out two more swords.

The sword selected this time was very similar to the last time, and there was still a slight mark on the spine of the sword on the west side.

There was no suspense in the first gambling fight, and the sword on the east side with traces on the spine of the sword was like a wounded soldier, of course, it was not able to defeat the sword on the west side that was strong and unscathed.

And at the moment, I don't know if it was intentional by the officials sitting on the field, or it was a coincidence, but the sword on the field this time is almost no different from the sword in the last game.

Originally, the swords of these gambling battles were all mortal, and they were all from the hands of ordinary swordsmiths in Yan Zhiguo, and the difference was not big, but what did the sword marks on the spine of the sword mean?

Whether it was the swordsmith's defeat or the scars left after a fierce battle, no one knows.

But everyone has a simple common sense, a wounded sword has a crack, and it is naturally easier to break.

No one thought carefully about the difference, those who had already won had confidence, those who lost one game summed up the lessons of defeat, and this time the bets were all pressed on the word "West".

The dealer could no longer remain indifferent this time, and a look of frustration appeared on his originally expressionless face.

Zhuo Zangfeng concentrated his whole mind on the sea of dantian qi, and seriously experienced the sword yuan hidden in his body.

His cultivation realm prevented him from emitting a mysterious divine sense, but he could sense the subtleties on the two swords with the tremor of the sword element.

He was already more perceptive than others, and at this time, he concentrated on meditation, and the perception that could not be called divine consciousness was like a gentle hand, gently caressing the two swords that were the eyes of many people who gambled on swords.

The spine, hilt, edge, tip, and even spike.

His perception is like an oar swinging open on the surface of a lake, and like a gentle she-wolf gently **** naughty cub, every mud and reef, every hair and skin exist in his consciousness.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and by feeling, he took back the four taels of silver that Zaligu had just pressed on the word "west", and then placed it heavily on the felt embroidered with the word "east".

The felt with the word "west" was piled up with silver taels, and the felt with the word "east" was alone with the four taels of silver he had just put up.

Zaligu looked at him in amazement, Mo Ya stuck out her tongue and smiled bitterly at her, shaking her head to comfort the man, saying that it was nothing to lose once.

The old man closest to them looked at Zhuo Zangfeng in surprise, and then seemed to suddenly find something, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A blind man also came to gamble on swords?"

"Sure enough, it's blind!"