Poor gambler, Xuanyuan is not light!

Except for him, no one in this world would gamble so much.

But Xuanyuan not only has always adhered to the style of not only having to gamble others before he is willing to stop, how can this bet be so inconspicuous today.

Tang Xiaotian thought about it for a while and understood that Elder Wei had been famous for many years, and as the Zuo Protector of the world's largest gang, his status was respected, if he learned to bark in public, wouldn't it make him lose face? Even the beggars had to be disgraced.

As the saying goes, people in the rivers and lakes have always regarded reputation as more important than their lives, compared to a person with a very high status, these three dog barks are actually as valuable as a thousand gold.

How could Elder Wei not understand the details, his already red face seemed to be a little redder.

"This turtle son has already seen the true identity of Lao Tzu, Ge Lao Tzu, if he doesn't gamble, he looks heroic and short-breathed, if he gambles, if he really can't help but go to the gambling house again, he happens to be caught by him." Elder Wei pondered in his heart.

It turned out that this Elder Wei was not the real beggar Zuo Protector, but the "Elder Wei" pretending to be Sikong Jieyue. He pretended to be Elder Wei once in Shaolin Temple, and this time his disguise was even more handy, and he was confident that there were no flaws.

After being discovered by Ye Rongqiu and Xiao Ding in Shaomu Mountain last time, he carefully studied the reasons for his failure to pretend to be, and after several repairs and carvings, he was sure that even if he stood with the real Elder Wei at this moment, others would not immediately recognize which was true or false, and Xuanyuan gambler didn't know himself, how could he easily recognize his true face?

"Ge Laozi, Lao Tzu made a bet with you......" Elder Wei, oh no, Sikong Jieyue slapped the table and yelled.

The scolding language has always been self-taught, and Sikong has only been in Shuzhong for a few days, and these scolding mantras have come out of their mouths.

Xuanyuan not only laughed and got up to leave, but when he passed by Sikong Jieyue's side, he suddenly leaned over and said, "Others don't understand you, but Lao Tzu understands you, you can't even hold back for ten days." ”

Tang Xiaotian couldn't help but ask: "But if he goes to the gambling house quietly, how will you know if you dare to ask?" ”

"As long as he dares to go, Lao Tzu will naturally appear by his side and catch him, hahaha......" Xuanyuan's voice came from the staircase.

"Ge Laozi, Lao Tzu is not going to steal your wife, what are you going to catch." Sikong Jieyue muttered and scolded back, and I don't know if the poor gambler heard it.

"I can't imagine that the poor gamblers who are rumored to behave extremely strange in the rivers and lakes seem to be a little heroic." Tang Xiaotian sighed.

"Bah, bullshit heroism, this guy is just a bad gambler, but he never cares about his own life, so others are a little afraid of him." Sikong Jieyue rolled his eyes and scolded, he looked at this poor gambler very unpleasantly.

When he scolded others, he seemed to forget that he was also an out-and-out gambler, and even almost forgot that he was pretending to be someone else.

"It is said that this person has gambled all his life, everything in the world can be bet, and everything can be gambled, why should Elder Wei be like him, in case it ......" Tang Xiaotian wanted to say, in case you have a gambling addiction and can't help but quietly go to the gambling house, and you are caught by the poor gambler, wouldn't it be a shame to throw yourself home.

Since they have promised the other party to bet, they must cash out the bet if they lose, and they are willing to gamble and lose.

There is no shame in losing, what is shameful is the breach of promises, and the untrustworthy in the rivers and lakes will be spurned by everyone, and it will be difficult to move an inch.

Sikong Jieyue laughed and said: "The old man is not a gambler all day long, let alone a month, what if you don't go to the gambling house all year round, the rotten gambler will lose, and then the old man will chop off his arm with his own hands to feed the dog, hahaha......"

Sikong Jieyue will not admit that he has a weak heart, he thought to himself, it's only been more than 20 days, won't it pass in the blink of an eye, and then let him look good, you can not cut your arm, what's so fun about cutting an arm, it's better to ......

He seemed to have thought of a way to make him happier than cutting off one of Regulus's arms, and snickered to himself, but he didn't think about whether he could learn to bark three times in public if he lost.

Tang Xiaotian smiled and stopped talking, he really couldn't raise the interest to chat with others at the moment, he looked out the window, Xuanyuan was not only striding away.

Sikong picked the moon with a roll of his eyes, and also got up to say goodbye.

Tang Xiaotian sat in the restaurant with no interest, he watched "Elder Wei" follow the direction of Xuanyuan Buguang's departure, he originally looked depressed, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes were blazing, and his essence was shining.

Could it be that this dejected appearance was deliberately pretended by him?

So who is he pretending to be?

……

Sikong Picking Moon originally planned to get close to Tang Xiaotian's set of virtual reality, but he didn't expect to meet Xuanyuan Buguang. He heard Ye Rongqiu and Xiao Ding say that this gambler may be a traitor to capture the Dragon Gate, so his appearance in Shu this time is very likely to have a lot to do with the Money Gang.

Xuanyuan not only had a bet with Hu Ba Taiye, but also lost the bet, he didn't expect that Hu Ba Tai Ye was a hidden person, no one thought that Hu Ba Taiye's left-handed swordsmanship was more powerful than his right-hand swordsmanship, so Xuanyuan not only lost.

Xuanyuan gambled indiscriminately, but he promised that he must have fulfilled his bet, and Hu Batai's bet was destined to be related to Shaolin Temple, otherwise he would not have spent a lot of money to invite Sikong Jieyue, Tang Qingqing, Liu Yunfei and others to go to Shaolin and wait for the opportunity to seize the Shaolin Legend.

Master Hu Ba is the leader of the Luoyang branch of the Qinglong Society, Xuanyuan is not only a traitor to capture the Dragon Gate, after the battle of Shaolin, these two people must be hunted down and killed by various factions, this time he blatantly appeared in Shuzhong, it seems that he has no fear, how can there be no one behind him to support him?

With Xuanyuan, he may be able to find out the secrets of the Money Gang, even if he finds a little clue, Sikong Jieyue is calculated like this, so he is willing to give up continuing to deal with Tang Xiaotian and follow Xuanyuan Buguang instead.

……

The sun is in the west, and the sun is not dry.

Xuanyuan not only carried a jar of wine, two roast chickens, strode on a bluestone path, he was already tall and big, although he only took a light step, but it was enough for ordinary people to take two or three steps, Sikong picked the moon and did not dare to chase too close, and could not be too far away, so he had to carry out light body kung fu to move and dodge, with the help of the terrain to hide, so as to barely lose it.

After turning a few alleys, the road that Xuanyuan traveled became narrower and narrower.

Weeds grow on the path, and dust is covered.

It is much more convenient to follow people on this kind of road than in an open city, as long as you bend down slightly, the whole person will be submerged in the vegetation, and it is extremely difficult for the person being followed to find it.

Not only did Xuanyuan not only walk neither fast nor slow, but he also didn't know how long he walked, and he saw that the sky was dark.

The shadow of the mountain is clear, the shadow of the tree is sufficient, there are no houses and dwellings around, and the eyes are full of desolation.

Turning around a mountain col, you will see a temple located on the mountainside.

The mountain is not high, the temple is not big, the stone steps are broken, and the moss is full of cracks.

The temple door hangs obliquely, it is difficult to close the latch, and only vaguely see the stone plaque at the head of the door with three mottled big characters: Wuhou Temple.

The Shu people have always respected Zhuge Wuhou, and there are temples of Wuhou everywhere, but this temple is inevitably too remote.

When Xuanyuan not only climbed to the temple gate, he subconsciously glanced back behind him, and after being sure that there was no one, he gently pushed open the temple door and walked in.

Sikong Jieyue estimated that he had gone far before he dared to get up, and after a little thought, he launched a supreme light effort, swept up the temple wall like smoke, and crouched in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to follow.