It snowed heavily for three days and three nights, and after the snow fell, the wind roared for several days, and when the sky cleared, the Liushi Peak was covered with a layer of ice and snow armor, shining with dazzling light everywhere.

Time passed in a hurry, this day was the end of the year, under Yu Yao's suggestion, Wei Qiqi put on a brand-new gray robe, made an exception and did not go to Xiong Zhen Cliff to practice swords, he took Yu Yao to visit Lao Feng in Dinglu Pit, sent some wine and food, drank a few bowls of wine with him, and congratulated him on the New Year. Lao Feng smelted Horcruxes day and night, and he didn't remember that the end of the year had arrived, and after being reminded by Wei XVII, he suddenly realized that he hesitated for a moment, saying that he would go to Wentang Valley to watch the battle in the evening, cheer him on, and cheer him up.

Wei Qiqi guessed that the cheering was false, and his real mind was probably to see the effect of the Horcrux actual combat with his own eyes.

At the end of the year, there are games on the bright side, and there are also private games, and the games on the bright side are the disciples who enter the gambling game to fight the lottery heads, and recommend their elders and sect masters to gamble on the profits, and the private games are presided over by the disciples of each sect themselves, and there are all kinds of things, and so on.

"If there is any profit, just press on me, it won't let you down!" Before leaving, Wei Qiqi said half-jokingly and half-seriously. Whether Lao Feng listened or not, he didn't know, but Yu Yao's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth smiled, as if he had decided to make a heavy bet on him.

Bidding farewell to Lao Feng, the two walked in Liushi Peak, looked at the snow scene, occasionally said a few words, and walked until Jin Wuxi fell and the jade rabbit rose eastward.

Under the bright moonlight, there was silence, and three cloud boards sounded leisurely, and the aftermath was endless, and after a moment, three more sounds. It was the Ziyang Daoist who summoned the disciples of the Kunlun lineage, and after the cloud board rang one hundred and eight times, the year-end gambling game was about to begin.

Yu Yao straightened Wei Qiqi's clothes and said in a low voice: "It's almost, let's go!"

In the warm soup valley of Liushi Peak, the hot springs are murmuring, the mist is swirling, the ancient trees are vigorous, countless night bright charms are hanging in the branches, the light is shining, and the valley is illuminated as if it were day. The sect masters and elders of the Kunlun lineage have all arrived, and many of the second and third generations of disciples have also come, standing solemnly one by one, waiting for the head of the Ziyang Dao to speak.

"At the end of the year, the snow covers the mountain, and idleness is idle, so it is better to have a gambling game, have a lively time, and let the sect master and elder bleed a little, and make a fortune, so that the disciples also have a hope. "For Ziyang Dao people, the year-end gambling game may be just a game, but there are very few people like him who can see it openly.

The gambling game at the end of the year is a stage for Kunlun Junyan to show his strength, and it is a good opportunity for the disciples of each sect to observe the sword tricks. Everyone knows that the ability of each sect to innovate and pass on the tradition depends largely on these talented talents.

For example, Chu Ge of the Five Elements Sect, and then Du Mo of the Poison Sword Sect. In stark contrast, it is the Hook and Sickle Sect that was removed from the lineage, and the Flying Feather Sect, which is declining.

Ziyang Daoist stood under an old poplar tree, looking at the sky through the sparse branches and leaves, the moon reached the middle of the sky, the cloud board sounded one hundred and eight sounds, he coughed lightly, and said: "It's almost time, Sect Master Shi, let the disciples of all sects come forward and see how their luck is." ”

Shi Tiezhong, the sect leader of the Poison Sword Sect, agreed, stepped three steps, took out a half-new storage bag, and said, "The disciples who participated in the gambling game, each of them came forward to touch a piece of color and put it on the stone platform next to the tree. ”

Wei Qiqi deliberately lagged behind, and waited for everyone to step forward before he slowly followed. Swept away at a glance, together with a total of fourteen disciples in him, green vermilion, white and gray, different colors of clothing, he remembered that Xi Huzi had said that the disciples of the Kunlun lineage were different according to the cultivation of sword techniques, and the colors of the clothes were divided into green, zhu, white, and xuan, corresponding to the four sword techniques of Qingming, Red Lotus, Candle Yin, and Chaos, he had been in Liushi Peak for all these years, and he naturally knew that the disciples of each sect did not strictly observe the difference in uniforms on weekdays, but on such a big occasion as the year-end gambling game, the head sect master and elder were all present, and no one dared to exceed the rules.

Among the fourteen disciples, two in green clothes, four in red clothes, three in white, and the rest were all gray, Wei Qiqi noticed that none of them were wearing black, as Qingming said, it is difficult to get started, difficult to cultivate, difficult to break through, for hundreds of years, only his cheap master who has never met has practiced alone.

Those who are qualified to enter the gambling game are the most prominent figures in the various sects of the lineage, Wei Qiyi has seen them one by one, most of them are unfamiliar faces, and those who have had a relationship with each other are only Shi Chuandeng of the Royal Sword Sect, Huo Mian of the Five Elements Sect, He Yu of the Poison Sword Sect, and Yu Youhuan of the Flying Feather Sect. In the crowd, Wei Seventeen did not show his mountains and water, although Jiang Yongshou had a long-standing enmity with him, after all, he was under the same sword sect, and he did not shake his bottom out, and everyone's understanding of him was still in the Poisonous Spider Valley, defeating Peng Yi with one sword, destroying the Bi Yi Sword, and taking Du Mo's five-sword qi, and retreating with his whole body.

That wasn't enough to make them jealous.

In front of everyone's eyes, the fourteen disciples who entered the gambling game stepped forward in turn, put their hands into the storage bag, took out a colorful head, showed it to everyone, and then put it on the stone platform on the side, Du Mo held a sword and carved his name next to the color head. The elders of the sect who were watching were self-assured and well-informed, and commented on the colorful heads taken out by the Poison Sword Sect one by one, explaining to the disciples that what was the effect of this elixir, what was the wonderful use of the magic weapon, and occasionally those who did not know, so they twisted their beards and pretended to be mysterious, laughing but not answering.

The year-end gambling game is what you want to be lively.

Shi Chuandeng stepped forward the fifth, took out a plate of snakes from the storage bag, and wrapped them around, dark and dusty, not amazing, and suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at each other, obviously no one knew.

Wei Qiqi's heart moved, turned his head to look at Yu Yao, and saw her bow slightly towards herself, and she had a bottom in her heart, the snake was the "jade horn" she mentioned last time.