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Someone let out an incredible exclamation, and everyone looked at the broken sword on the stage. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

On the west side, the Tsing Yi sword tester held the half-truncated sword in his hand above his head and walked around the platform, while the east swordman also held the intact long sword and swam around the high platform from the opposite direction.

When two people are gone, it means that the winner has been divided, and they can take a break to wait for the dealer to calculate the loss.

"Impossible!" the confident dealer jumped onto the stage, picked up the half-cut sword from the ground and looked at it carefully, while the old man, though he was old, did not look old at all, and jumped up with a whoosh, and took the intact sword in his hand and examined it carefully.

The two of them came to the stage, one was the banker, and the other was the representative of the losing side of the sword, and as the only winner of the sword bet, Zhuo Zangfeng was also invited to the stage.

Mo Ya lowered her head and brows at this time, completely like a well-behaved girl serving her master, and Zaligu woke up from her disappointed state of mind, and suddenly became majestic, and pushed away the guests in front of him, like the vicious slave of some prince and grandson.

This gambling fight almost emptied the pockets of everyone present, and some people even bet their money bags together in order to show their heroism.

This is the fastest gambling fight in the Yanzhiguo gambling sword market, and it is also the fastest loss among the sword gambling guests.

They panicked, shocked, suspicious, frustrated, disappointed, remorseful, all kinds of emotions were expressed on their faces, turning into countless whispered sighs.

Compared to the blind man on the stage with a smile on his face, they think they are really blind.

It's just blind to your own dog's eye!

However, no matter how remorseful and self-ashamed it is, it can't reverse the end of failure, nor can it get back the silver taels that have been bet on the stage.

Some people sighed incessantly, some scolded themselves in a low voice for being blind, and some slapped themselves wildly.

The banker's face was colorless, and the old man trembled all over, standing on one side with crooked lips and squinting eyes, unable to say half a word.

Out of politeness, the official in the town surrendered his hand to Zhuo Zangfeng.

Zhuo Zangfeng smiled.

Everyone knows that this sword gambling is coming to an end, and the next link, because the gamblers have lost all the silver taels, there is no need to continue.

According to the rules, it is the winning side of the sword bet that comments on the winning sword.

The comments will be recorded by a special person, leaving the name and place of origin of the winner, and the winning sword will be presented to the superior. If the sword can win a series of higher-level battles, the first person to evaluate the sword will be rewarded by the dynasty.

Originally, such a scene was extremely rare.

Not to mention that in the past, when gambling on swords, the bets on the east and west sides were almost equal, but today for some very special reason, these two swords seem to have been sold with a great flaw, and it is clear that everyone wins.

Let's just say that this bet is completely reversed to one side, and it is the first time in the world.

Won most of the sword gambling customers' silver at one time, almost all of them, in fact, many people are not without doubts.

It can only be said that because the bookmakers who have never been involved in betting made an exception, the gamblers who were deeply worried about the dark box operation of the casino saw the wind and steered, and Zhuo Zangfeng, an extremely rich fool, came out at the right time.

They can't let go of the chance to win.

This time they were rare to be unanimous, and of course, it was also rare to lose unanimously.

Mr. Zhuo did not comment, and he felt that there was one thing that was more important than his comments at the moment.

"Zaligu, go and collect all your winnings, and keep the banker's bets, which are the sum of all the bets placed on the west side, and check them carefully. ”

"Order!"

Zhaligu couldn't wait to sleep with the silver in his arms, listened to Zhuo Zangfeng's words, quickly walked through the crowd, and walked to the west side to count the silver taels.

The old man looked at Zaligu and counted the silver taels, and secretly didn't know how much saliva he swallowed.

Mo Ya didn't have any hope of winning, and at this time, seeing that Zaligu had gotten a cloth bag out of nowhere and was carefully filling it with silver taels, he couldn't help but laugh.

Then she looked at Zhuo Zangfeng, who was calm beside her, thinking that this guy really had a set.

Mo Ya had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she looked extremely moving. She suddenly remembered Her Royal Highness the princess who lived in the Tang Dynasty, and she became more and more convinced of her wish that was as distant as a dream.

The recording staff prepared pen and paper, and the officials in the town handed over their hands to Zhuo Zangfeng to evaluate the sword.

Although he was very surprised by the result of this sword bet, the officials still did not take a blind man seriously.

His attitude was extremely arrogant, and his salute seemed careless.

"Ask the winner to judge the sword!"

There was also a cold taste in his tone, Zhuo Zangfeng didn't care, took the pen and paper from the recorder next to him, and gave Mo Ya a look.

Mo Ya hurriedly led him to the table where the previous official was sitting, removed the cups and plates on them, carefully plopped the paper on the table, and then took another closer look, took an ebony paperweight, and pressed the corners of the slightly rolled paper.

"Bring the sword. ”

Mo Ya heard Zhuo Zangfeng's words, turned around and took the winning sword, and handed it to him with both hands.

Zhuo Zangfeng placed the sword vertically in front of him, the tip of the sword against his eyebrows, stretched out two fingers and slid lightly on the body of the sword.

With the subtle perception of his fingers, he realized the depth of the sword marks, which corroborated each other with the induction in his heart.

After a long time, he nodded and handed the sword to Mo Ya.

"Paved?"

"Alright. ”

After a brief answer, Zhuo Zangfeng dipped himself in thick ink, and with the faint refraction reflected from the paper, he picked up the brush and began to write.

The official looked from his side with a straight face, and saw that the young man was flying like a pen, his wrist was sometimes like a mountain, sometimes he was agile like a swimming dragon, and the black letters that fell on the paper were like stars in the night, each of which was shining brightly.

His face gradually changed, and when he looked at it again, he restrained his contempt, and saw that it read:

"This sword is due to the heavy scars of the spine of the sword, and it has fallen into the pile of swords, and ordinary swordsmen will think that they were born to cast, because of the failure of the swordsmith, but in fact, this subtle scar is left after a bloody battle, and it is a scar caused by the sword and hard objects.

Try to look at the blade of the sword, although it is dull, in fact, it is easy to blow the hair and break the hair, and the opening box has a sense of vicissitudes and a simple atmosphere.

But it's a wonder in the world. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng finished writing in one go, threw the pen, turned around, and the wolf seemed to have eyes, and it landed squarely in the celadon pen holder on the table.

The official's face was full of shock, and he really couldn't see that this young man could write this hearty handwriting, which was really eye-opening and impressive.

From the point of view of handwriting, the handwriting of the young man has the charm of Tang calligraphy, which is different from the country's emphasis on bold and clumsy brushwork. His words are wild and uninhibited, elegant and full of meaning, giving people a very strong breath of a great country.

He looked at this extremely unique sword in amazement, and thought that it could be hung high in the main hall of the Iron Imperial Floating Massacre, and he was fully qualified to invite the most prestigious stone carver in the country to erect a monument forever.

He was originally conceited about calligraphy, but at this time, Fang believed that there was a sky outside the sky, and the ambition in his heart to compete with the calligraphers of the Tang Dynasty was instantly wiped out and turned into a deep depression.

The banker, who lost the money as uncomfortable as being dug out of his heart, looked at this official who did not speak any emotion, saw him pondering the young man's handwriting, and couldn't help but say: "Since you won, why don't you read out his comments and listen to them, and you can lose convincingly." ”