"Good stuff!"

Watching the black tiger beast swallow the shoulders, the other two old ghosts couldn't help but admire.

Among them, the old ghost dressed as a writer said a fair word: "It's worth more than a Maoshan gold talisman." ”

This made Meng Fan a little embarrassed.

Tianpeng ruler and Maoshan jade pendant, these two magic weapons cannot be lost, and Meng Fan will not bet on anything.

Do you want to add another golden talisman?

Two gold talismans left by the previous generation:

Mount Tai top talisman, Samadhi true fire talisman.

This is of great value, and it is related to the safety of this trip, and it is second only to the hole card of the rune.

Just when he was entangled, the ghost general said bluntly: "This kid is a newcomer, let him go." ”

"Reasonable."

The honest-looking old ghost spoke, nodding his head in approval.

In this way, the scribe didn't say anything more, took out a treasure equal to the black tiger-headed beast's swallowing shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"The edict of the Zhenguan period."

"Not only is it contaminated with imperial spirit and national fortune, but it is also related to another legendary figure."

The words fell.

Meng Fan was curious: "Can you take a look at the content?" ”

"Of course."

The three old ghosts are obviously familiar with each other, and they will not doubt the value of what the other party has taken.

The palace was opened in nine days, and all the nations were crowned with crowns.

It's talking about the Tang Dynasty.

The Kaiyuan Tongbao in the money of the Great Five Emperors is also from this dynasty, so there is no need to say how strong the luck contained in the holy decree is.

Moreover, Zhenguan is Li Shimin's name of the year, putting aside some stains on his private morality, he can be called the first emperor of the ages in terms of expanding the territory and cherishing the people.

[Yu Xi! The second daughter of the Weier warrior Tong, the young etiquette, the dream of leisure, the stomach out of the Ding clan, the reputation of the Chinese, should abide by the old chapter, the internal position, is to use life for the talent. To Qinzai, its glory is the life of the emblem, but it is not careful! 】

This is the holy decree of the twelfth year of Zhenguan.

Well, to be precise, it should be called the edict, and there is no "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict" at the beginning, and the end is not "Qin this", but "under the door" plus the content of the will, the name of the relevant review minister, the name of the person responsible for copying, and the emperor's seal.

The central meaning is that the second daughter of the warrior Tong, Kong Ming, was fourteen years old and entered the palace as a talented person.

Samurai Tong?

A very unfamiliar name, but the emperor called it the Ding clan and let his daughter enter the palace, that would definitely not be wrong.

Looking at the juniors who were a little dazed, the scribe ghost helplessly explained: "Wu Shi Tong is the governor of Lizhou, the Duke of Yingguo, one of the sixteen Taiyuan Yuan Mouxun heroes of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and he followed Li Yuan to fight against the Sui in the thirteenth year of the great cause of the Sui Dynasty. ”

"Later, because of his daughter named Kong Ming, he was posthumously named the Supreme Emperor of Filial Piety."

Surname Wu ...... Talent ...... is qualified to make her father emperor......

Wu Zetian!

Meng Fan reacted immediately.

With his shallow historical knowledge of his previous life, he remembered that the only female emperor of China throughout the ages seemed to have made up a word and named herself:

Tso.

The sun and moon are in the sky, yin and yang are one, and the world shines.

Kongming? Tso!

"How?"

Looking at the junior who finally knew the goods, the scribe smiled:

"Empress Wu Zetian's initial text when she entered the palace, does it need to be worth much?"

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the most precious thing in this is dragon qi and historical collection value, but Meng Fan thought of more, he was able to cross over, and he would go to the Tang Dynasty in the future.

"The Sword Comes"

There is an edict related to Li Shimin and Wu Zetian in his hand, and it will have an incredible effect if he does not keep it even.

In other words.

The green-shirted ghost couldn't play its full role, just when this thing was a bet, Meng Fan had the opportunity to develop more effects, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"Senpai, exchange? Under the willing ......"

"Don't change, don't change, on this table, what you want depends on your own ability."

Before he finished speaking, he was bluntly rejected.

Almost at the same time.

The ghost who looked like an old peasant in the countryside spoke:

"Since your kid is interested in that empress, I'll give you a chance, hehe, there are two objects related to it."

"The "Big Cloud" and "Baoyu" that were repaired in the Wu Zhou era were read and stamped by her personally."

After some introduction, Meng Fan knew in his heart that the resistance was unimaginable as a woman's face in the court, so Wu Zetian drove "Big Clouds" and descended "Treasure Rain", and used two Buddhist scriptures to show that he was the next life of the Buddha.

In the end, all the people returned to their hearts, and they couldn't wait to go to the empty alleys to pay homage to the empress and listen to the lectures under the Seven Treasure Tree.

A Dao Gate Orthodox Golden Talisman.

A sinister shoulder pad.

An edict contaminated with the spirit of the Tang Dynasty.

Two scriptures closely related to Wu Zetian and emitting a faint Buddha light.

"Let's get started."

"Boy, are you going to strike first, or do you want to move last?"

The ghost looked at Meng Fan with his big eyes.

"Everybody, please."

"Okay, I'll do it first."

As he spoke, five ginkgo-shaped dice were thrown into the middle of the table, spinning at breakneck speed.

The straightforward ghost general had a nervous expression, watching the dice spin intently, and when the speed slowed down, he couldn't help but yell:

"Lu, Lu, Lu!"

Mortals are fascinated by yellow and white objects, and enjoy and indulge in the excitement that it brings.

And the ghost kings gathered here, in order to pursue this pleasure, choose to use all kinds of exotic treasures as color heads.

"Open!"

Eventually, the clenched hands are released.

The rugged ghost who stood up unconsciously sat down, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The head of the six miscellaneous colors, I don't believe that you two can make a noble color." ”

“……”

In response to him was the sound of the dice falling on the table and turning rapidly.

As far as it is said, a tower, a pound.

The latter is the end of the six miscellaneous colors, and the difference in luck can be seen.

At this point, Meng Fan believes that there is indeed nothing strange in this, it is all up to luck.

"It's your turn, people say that if you touch this for the first time, you'll be lucky." The ghost will be triumphant.

After all, he didn't think in his heart that Meng Fan could win himself in the first hand, unless his luck was really good!

A golden talisman is just that...... Afford to lose.

Thinking secretly in his heart, the movement of his hand was not slow, Meng Fan let go of his hand, and Wumu began to turn wildly, not knowing which side it would fall on.

During this time, he did not shout loudly, just stared at them.

The first wood: white, no eucalyptus.

The second wood: white, no eucalyptus.

……

Four white.

When the last wood settled, revealing the white color without the picture, Meng Fan clenched his fists and couldn't help but want to roar, even if he finally held back, his neck was still red.

It's only twenty-five pieces of wood, but it can arouse all the emotions of the four people at the table!

You must know that no matter which of those three old ghosts appears in the Yang World, they are all big people who can stir up the situation, and even more so during their lifetimes.

Right now, sighing, or laughing, or beating your chest.

The laugher was the old peasant-like ghost, and he threw the end of the variegation, the smallest one. Therefore, no matter what Meng Fan throws, he will lose, so it is better to relax and watch the jokes of the other two companions.

And the one who beats his chest and feet is undoubtedly a ghost general, he threw the head of six variegated colors, Meng Fan just pressed one, the five trees were all white, and the end of the four noble colors.

If you lose, you want to win back.

This is the gambler's mentality.

And the one who wins wants to win more......

In all fairness, Meng Fan wanted to accept it when he saw it, but he only played a game, and it was too easy to offend people by taking away the treasure in his hand and running away.

Three thousand-year-old ghosts!

Most likely born in the Tang Dynasty!

If it weren't for the sake of his back to Maoshan, I'm afraid I would have done this, and I wouldn't even be able to get out.

Besides, the ghost general was quite polite, allowing himself to hold the unequal rune paper, play the first one, and accumulate primitive wealth.

Because of this, Meng Fan still chose to sit here and continue to play with the three "human" old ghosts who were addicted to food.

This character makes the ghost general's heart feel comfortable.

In the past, it was not that there were no Taoists who strayed into this place, and after winning a little something, they immediately left the choice, which seemed very immoral, and everyone had to reunite the whole table, I don't know when to wait.

The second round begins.

Meng Fan's lottery is still:

The Samadhi True Fire Golden Talisman drawn by himself.

This time, the oni shogun was not so generous, and abided by the principle of equal value recognized by everyone, and took out two gold coins, a kind of gold coins that were popular in the Edo period of the Wa Kingdom.

Since it can be put on the table, it is definitely not an ordinary gold coin, according to reports, there is a large amount of bloody qi in it, which was minted during the period from the Renchen Rebellion to the Ding You Rebellion, and sealed with two evil ghosts-

Cat again.

Bride Lady (Lady Spider).

The strength is much stronger than the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu of the Qing Dynasty, and she is quite popular with the ghost king.

Meng Fan was not surprised that the golden judgment could seal ghosts, because gold could indeed suppress evil spirits.

The other two ghosts took out separately:

The quaint black gourd, one hundred taels of standard gold collars contaminated with the dragon spirit of the Song Dynasty.

It's a pity that Meng Fan, who won the first battle, lost.

The well-mannered-looking green-shirted ghost won everything, and he just shook a two-of-a-six: a stopper.

However, he had eaten it all once before, and Meng Fan still had a relatively surplus of it, so he directly took out the black tiger head beast to swallow the shoulder.

And its original owner directly took off the shoulder pads on the other side in the third round.

Boy......

If he loses again, this guy won't take the Sea Eater on his knee and the belt carved into his eyes.

In the end, a luxurious armor disappeared, and only the pants remained.

It turns out: Meng Fan thought too much.

In the following bets, everyone wins and loses, which is a bit similar to exchanging treasures.

After about fifty rounds, when Meng Fan was the worst, he not only lost his shoulder pads, edicts, and two Buddhist scriptures, but also lost the two golden talismans left by the head of the family.

However, this kind of play that depends on luck is also destined for novices to be unlucky all the time.

Tarzan top charm, retracted.

Tang Taizong's edict to canonize Wu Zetian was withdrawn.

The two Buddhist scriptures of "Big Cloud" and "Treasure Rain" were withdrawn.

Seal the two golden judgments of the cat and the bride.

A Datang imperial horizontal knife.

The Ming Dynasty standard three-eyed gun.

The latter was once used by the famous Qi Shaobao, and more than 20 Japanese robbers died here.

"You're going to be together."

Meng Fan estimated the time, felt that it was already dawn, and said apologetically: "Xiaodao has something to do, and you need to hurry while the morning is dawning." ”

"Go, come back and have some fun on the way back, and when the time comes, brother, I will take you to continue to kill all sides."

The ghost general, who also won a lot, laughed and said cheerfully.

There are wins and losses.

Meng Fan is the winner, the ghost will be the winner, and the other two are naturally the losers.

Of course, it's even better if they think, "You may make a small profit, but I never lose."

"Go and come back quickly, it is estimated that no one will come in next, the three of us will wait for you, and we will go to the other tables to rub a few hands during the period."

The green-shirted ghost urged.

I am willing to gamble and lose, but after losing so much, I definitely want to turn over.

Meng Fan looked at him as if he was looking at a boy with scattered wealth, and promised: "Seven days at the latest, I will definitely rush back." ”

"Okay." The three ghosts spoke in unison.

"I haven't consulted the names of the three honorable names yet."

"A certain surname Wang, a native of Liquan in Guanzhong, has entered the Nanya of Chang'an, served in the Youwuwei Mansion, has been respected as an officer, and has also conscripted the people who are not ministers in the Western Regions.

When he was taking the exam in the military department, he asked to return to his hometown, lost his errand in the capital, and became the head of the military government in his hometown county, that is, the captain of Zhichong. ”

As he spoke, the ghost general sighed.

In his life, he had heard about the great achievements of Emperor Taizongwen and bathed in glory, and the Tang Dynasty monarchs and ministers at that time, and even the foreign barbarians who were subservient to the Heavenly Khan, firmly believed that the Tang Heavenly Soldiers were protected by the gods and were invincible.

I also heard about the defeat of Dafeichuan, the famous general Xue Rengui and others negotiated peace, and the four towns of Anxi fell, scolding the young man for being useless, and cursing the generals of the defeated army.

In the end, he lived to the year of Tianbao, joined the army again with this disabled body, and took his family's nephews and villagers to the Western Regions, died on the battlefield, and completed the mission of a man in Guanzhong.

It's just that he didn't tell Meng Fan these stories.

The introduction of the scribe and the old peasant is more concise.

A self-proclaimed surname Xue, a native of Longmen, Jiangzhou.

A person who claims to be surnamed Yang and is from Hongnong Huayin.

For those who are well-versed in history, they only need to know their surnames and places of origin to be able to guess how noble they were during their lifetimes.

But Meng Fan was young and didn't know this.

Moreover, everyone has only known each other for a long time, and in comparison, he is quite speculative with the ghost general surnamed Wang.

"Guest, my host said that you are here for the first time, and you will not receive benefits this time."

When he arrived at the entrance, the paper man pushed open the door and personally sent Meng Fan away.

Advantage?

The amount of connections involved in opening such a place is indeed unimaginable, and it is not difficult to understand the commission.

Beyond the fog.

Qiusheng and the others were eager to wear it.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

Not long after, through the gloomy fog isolated from the sun, Meng Fan heard Qiusheng's voice.

"It's fine."

"Is it dangerous?" Ah Wei leaned in and asked.

His gaze wandered back over Meng Fan.

Objects such as edicts and golden judgments are easy to hide, but horizontal knives and three-eyed guns are different, and there is no place to put them at all, so they can only be carried and hung.

"It's not particularly dangerous."

Recalling the extra entertainment activities in the second half of the night, Meng Fan couldn't help but smile on his face.

"What exactly?"

"A group of hospitable thousand-year-old ghosts."

Hearing this, Ah Wei was helpless.

Except for Qiu Sheng, everyone else felt that Meng Fan was joking and didn't want to talk more.

"Let's go, let's go."

After a night's rest, everyone nibbled on dry food, and hit the road again, heading towards another Renjia town.

Looking at the stone building looming in the ghost fog, Qiusheng was thoughtful, and planned to wait for the future, officially enter Maoshan Mountain, and then come to explore.

Judging from Senior Brother Meng's expression, this place should not be dangerous, and there are benefits to be gained.