"One, two, three, small. Boss You, you lost. Yuan Ming grinned and said slowly.

"How can this ......" You Zhuzhu scum, bent down, looked at the three dice, which were clearly engraved with the three numbers "one", "two" and "three", obviously a little unbelievable.

"Boss You actually missed?" The originally noisy scene was also suddenly quiet, and the onlookers were also stunned.

The old cigarette pouch on the side, his brows furrowed, looked unexpected.

"You kid......" You Zhuzhu's eyes flashed with anger and looked at Yuan Ming.

As he spoke, he grabbed the dice cup and wanted to fall to the ground.

Yuan Ming stretched out two fingers and gently pressed them on the dice cup, he exerted all his strength, but he found that he couldn't move the dice cup at all.

"Boss You, the first twelve silver coins are considered my sincerity, if you continue to win, it will be rude." Yuan Ming bent down slightly and said in a voice that only two people could hear.

You Zhuzha was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he knew that he had met a master.

But the other people around didn't see the slightest abnormality, and looked at the two who were bending over each other and muttering quietly with puzzled faces.

"Little brother, look, I'll just say you'll win! Haha, I'm a scumbag, and what I've said counts the most. You Pig Dregs let go of the hand that grabbed the dice cup, straightened up, and quickly changed to a smiling face on his face.

As he spoke, he picked up a silver coin and pushed it back with the one Yuan Ming had charged.

Yuan Ming also stood up straight, stretched out his hand to pick up two silver coins, and looked at You Zhuzhu.

"When Wusang left, he said that he was going to a temple twenty or thirty miles away from Tiehu Town, and I didn't ask what he was going to do, and if he was still there, I didn't dare to guarantee it." You Zhuzha hurriedly said.

"Boss You is a smart person, his memory should not be bad, if you don't think about it anymore, but what is missing?" Yuan Ming showed a somewhat smiling expression, and stared at him with the power of his divine sense.

You Zhuzhu suddenly felt a chill on his back, like falling into an ice cellar, and the little evil thoughts that had just risen suddenly disappeared.

"Yes, yes, the temple is north of the town. Little brother, I am in business, relying on the kung fu of my hands, not on my lips. You Pig Slag calmed down and spoke.

"Then thank you, I wish Boss You a prosperous business, and I will come to you again when I have time to ask for advice."

Yuan Ming's smile suddenly turned gentle, and You Zhuzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said "definitely, definitely".

With that, Yuan Ming turned around and walked out of the gambling house under the gaze of a group of gamblers who were a little unclear about the situation.

When did Boss You, who makes people bankrupt and owe a lot of debts at every turn, become so easy to speak?

The old cigarette pouch was stunned for a moment, and cast an inquiring look at You Zhuzha.

The latter didn't look at him at all, and looked at Yuan Ming's back completely disappearing at the door, only then did he really relax, but he found that his back was already dripping with cold sweat.

The old cigarette pouch rubbed his head with a cigarette stick a little depressed, and trotted out.

After he caught up with Yuan Ming in three steps and two steps, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Little brother, for so long, you are still the first one I have seen, the first one to win on the dice of lard dregs, you are this." ”

"I'm flattered by the compliment." Yuan Ming smiled and replied indifferently.

"If you want me to say, you should take advantage of your luck, play a few more games, and earn back all the losses you have lost before. Maybe it can be doubled several times! The old cigarette pouch looked pity and said.

Yuan Ming turned his head to look at him, without any expression on his face.

The old cigarette bag was taken aback by his move, and there was a faint hairiness in his heart, and he didn't dare to continue.

Yuan Ming knew in his heart that as soon as he entered the Shanhe Gambling House before, the old cigarette pouch disappeared, and combined with the details of the things before and after, most of them went to the back hall to discuss with You Zhuzhu, how to put himself on the gambling table, and the two of them could work together to squeeze him dry.

Now that he sees that he hasn't lost all his family, he still has some heart to give up, and he still wants to pit him.

In this regard, Yuan Ming was too lazy to care, and he also understood why the inn of the old tobacco bag house was so deserted, he was afraid that in the past, this old guy did not do less, so that he was familiar with it, and even the rules of the casino were more neat than those dealers.

The two walked back to the inn wordlessly.

"Help me feed the horses enough fodder at night, and tomorrow morning, I will leave Iron Tiger Town." Yuan Ming walked to the door of the inn and suddenly spoke.

"Why are you leaving, stay ...... more" Before the old cigarette pouch finished speaking, Yuan Ming had already walked through the lobby to the backyard with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Tule stepped forward and asked, "Abba, why did you come back so early?" ”

The old cigarette bag thought for a while, turned around and went out again, and went to the Shanhe Gambling House.

Only his son was left, confused and stunned in place.

……

Night.

Yuan Ming sat in the middle of the room, holding the incense burner in both hands, and three ravens flew out one after another at the center of his eyebrows, heading towards the outside of the courtyard.

While he practiced the Stygian Moon Technique, he also practiced his control over the three ravens.

Now, he has been able to control the vision of the three ravens relatively freely, and there will no longer be the original sense of separation, and the picture of the three perspectives is presented in the sea of his consciousness, and it has become as easy as watching three paintings.

Two of them, one south and one north, flew towards the two ends of Iron Tiger Town.

The last raven, fluttering its wings, swept out of his window and flew towards the front yard of the inn.

In the courtyard, his horse was tethered to a manger, eating fodder with his head down.

The green hay is mixed with soybean meal, and it is really the best concentrate.

After circling silently over the horse's head, the raven flew to the front yard, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw the old cigarette pouch sitting against the wall in the yard.

He held the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, and the tobacco in it was sparkling, flashing brightly and darkly.

Across from him, the wooden young man sat on a small bench.

The raven just glanced at it and was about to fly away.

At this time, I suddenly heard the young man named Tule below, who asked, "Abba, why have you been worried about it since you came back from Shanhe Gambling House in the afternoon?" ”

Hearing this, Yuan Ming was not in a hurry to leave, and controlled the raven to land on the branch next to the two.

The old cigarette pouch did not immediately answer his words, but continued to smoke a few puffs in silence.

"Abba......" Turler couldn't help but cry out again.

"Son, we might be in trouble." The old cigarette pouch exhaled the smoke from his mouth, let out a long sigh, and said.

"What's wrong, Abba? What's going on? When Tueller heard him say this, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly pulled the bench and approached the old cigarette pouch for a few minutes.

"I remember before, you asked Abba, how did our family suddenly become rich?" The old cigarette pouch asked.

"Remember, but Abba only said that he had met a nobleman, and he never said what was going on." Turler nodded, and replied honestly.

"Well, today Abba will tell you what's going on." The old cigarette pouch let out another long sigh, knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the brick floor at his feet, and extinguished the cigarette.

Turler swallowed and listened intently.

"At that time, Abba was still a corpse picker that no one looked at, and he had been living a miserable life until he met a corpse by the river......"

The old cigarette pouch tells the story, and the story is clear and clear.

Not only Tule could listen attentively, but even Yuan Ming also stopped cultivating through the raven.

Just listening to it, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain.

When the old cigarette pouch finished talking about how he used the treasure on the young man's body in exchange for the current family business, Tulemune's face couldn't help but have a complicated expression.

"Abba, did you know he was still alive?" Turler asked.

"Know...... Do you know that there is a difference? If I didn't pick him up at that time, he would definitely die. What's more, there is a destiny in the dark, maybe it was because I picked him up that he survived. The old cigarette pouch nodded first, then shook his head with a wry smile.

After finishing speaking, he added: "Abba does this for you and this family." ”

When Yuan Ming heard this, he shook his head secretly, isn't this just for the sake of conscience and self-comfort?

"I know." Tüller nodded his head in approval.

Although he felt a little sympathy for the poor unlucky worm, he still didn't feel that his Abba had done anything wrong.

"It didn't take long to ...... The man came to town again, and I happened to meet him. It turned out that the lord had issued a search notice to reward him, so I reported it to the official again. It's a pity that I didn't find him later, otherwise I would have been able to get a generous bounty from the Great Jin Mission. The old cigarette pouch continued, looking very regretful.

"It turned out to be him......" Yuan Ming suddenly remembered the vaguely handwritten missing person notice on the notice board at the city gate.

"Who is he, why does the Great Jin Mission still look for him?" Tüller wondered.

"How do I know that?" The old cigarette pouch shook his head and said.

When Tueller heard this, he only felt that the man was really unlucky to meet Abba, but he was very puzzled in his heart.

"Abba, what does what you said have to do with the way you were worried all afternoon?" Turler asked.

The old cigarette pouch glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to the direction of the backyard.

When Yuan Mingtou saw this scene, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, because he was the only one living in the entire backyard right now.

"The noble man I mentioned lives in the backyard now." The old cigarette pouch said slowly.

"What?" Turler was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Seeing this, the old cigarette pouch raised the cigarette pouch and the pot to knock him on the head.

"Then he, will he come for revenge?" Turler picked up the bench and sat down, subconsciously lowered his voice, and pointed to the backyard and asked.

"Probably not, I don't know why, he doesn't seem to know me, and he seems to have forgotten that he had been to Iron Tiger Town before." The old cigarette pouch said this, and the wrinkles on his face wrinkled even deeper. (See the prequel for related old cigarette pouch stories)

(End of chapter)