Liu Tingting hugged the pipa in his arms, and the jade fingers were lightly plucked, and the peony hall resounded like a pearl and jade falling on a plate. Before the white peony was born, she was a popular brand in Nuan Yuge, and her talent and appearance were one in ten thousand. Together with its pipa music, the beautiful sound in the peony hall disappeared, as if the air was much fresher.

The door of the private room was slammed open, and a young white-robed monk walked in, and shouted arrogantly: "We want this peony hall, you acquaintances should leave quickly." ”

Mother Su followed behind with a sad face, looking like she dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

These arrow guards in the private room, usually trembling in the palace civil war, holding their tails to be people, are very arrogant when they leave the palace, they only feel that Lao Tzu is the first in the world, how can they stand this anger. The two guards, one tall and one short, stepped forward and attacked each other with two "ecstasy true qi".

This white-robed monk relied on the energy of the master behind him, and originally didn't care about the people in the mortal clothes in the private room, but when the "ecstasy true qi" of the two divine movement stage primary-level realms got close, he knew that he had encountered a hard ballast. He hurriedly used his luck to strike out two true qi to resist, and at the same time quickly retreated, but he was still knocked out by two "ecstasy true qi", and was caught by a cultivation master behind him.

At this time, Qiu Wushuang saw Shang Le following behind a golden-robed young man and appearing at the door of the private room. This golden-robed young man was in his twenties, and his face was quite handsome, but he had a rosacea nose and his eyes looked gloomy.

After Shang Le saw Qiu Wushuang, he leaned into the golden-robed young man's ear and muttered a few words. The golden-robed young man didn't look at Qiu Wushuang and them, raised his head behind him and said, "Throw them out." ”

Qiu Wushuang stood up with the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and said in the other party's tone: "Uncle Bei, throw them out." ”

A black-robed mage flashed in front of the golden-robed young man, raised his hand like a knife, and slashed towards Qiu Wushuang with a sword aura. The trick he used was the "Shura Destroying Snow" in the "Eighteen Styles of Shura" of the Ghost Sword Temple.

Seeing that the sword qi was about to approach Qiu Wushuang's chest, he still calmly raised his glass and drank lightly. This demeanor and temperament is indeed rare in the world, and it can be seen that the eyes of the women in the peony hall are obsessed.

A sword qi flew out horizontally with a snap of his fingers, knocking the opponent's sword qi away. With a wave of his shabby long sleeves, a true qi swept towards Shang Le like an iron curtain.

The black-robed mage hurriedly slashed out a sword qi towards the True Qi curtain wall, but it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and it was difficult to move a bit. He dragged the golden-robed young man and flew out of the door in embarrassment, not caring whether Shang Leyi was alive or dead.

Shang Le felt that his body was bound by Dao Dao True Qi, and he was swept up by a hurricane, rolling him several times. He was dizzy, and he was thrown onto a stage on the first floor, and he fainted directly.

The black-robed mage said in a faint voice outside the door to the north: "The Third Elder of the Ghost Sword Divine Academy, Tu Shenchun, is here, Your Excellency has a name, and we will have a good deal with each other in the future." ”

Bei Miao sneered: "I just folded the Silver Moon Banner of your Ghost Sword Divine Academy, and I came to make the old man angry again." If it weren't for the old man in Luoyan Palace, you would have been left with no bones. ”

Tu Shenchun followed the Great Elder Tan Xianchang and saw the power of the "Sword God" in Yunmengze. At that time, they were frightened by the ethereal sword qi of the north, and they could not see his face clearly. At this time, he faced the little old man in front of him, who was not amazing, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew that the other party was unhappy in his heart, and just one sword qi was enough to send a black-robed mage like him to the Western Heavens.

He bowed to the north and said, "It turns out that the 'Sword God' is here, and there is a lot of disturbance. ”

Another black-robed mage flashed out behind the golden-robed young man, and together with Tu Shenchun, he blocked in front of him.

Bei Miao smiled contemptuously and retreated behind Qiu Wushuang. With his servile appearance hanging his head, it was hard to imagine that he was a generation of sword cultivation masters.

The golden-robed young man stretched out his head from between the two black-robed mages, stared at Qiu Wushuang with vicious eyes for a while, and then looked at everyone in the private room one by one.

He suddenly smiled strangely, pointed at Qiu Wushuang, and said with disdain: "I heard that you are just a little gangster, and it is a bit of a good thing to appear on such an occasion." Have the ability to compete with Ben Dashao to see who can get the favor of the white peony and see her. ”

Qiu Wu is tired by nature, even if he is affected by the Xuanyang True Qi in his body, he likes beauty very much, and he has never bothered to pursue the beauties around him. However, in his bones, there is a momentum that does not admit defeat.

He drank the wine in the cup, threw the wine glass and said, "Okay, I'm a little gangster, and I'm obsessed with all kinds of disobedience." How do you make this rule?"

"This rule, of course, comes from the original rules set by White Peony. The golden-robed young man said proudly, "However, it is difficult to win or lose without gambling." Just bet 10,000 taels of silver. ”

"Ten thousand taels—" The archery guards let out a chill.

"Sword God" Bei Miao nodded to Qiu Wushuang and said indifferently: "The largest silver village in the Great Xia Kingdom, the Golden Goose Silver Village, is the property of our Luoyan Palace. Is Mr. Qiu still afraid of this small bet of ten thousand taels?"

Qiu Wushuang gritted his teeth and said singlely: "Bet." ”

He thought to himself: "If you lose, at most you can give Sister Nangong a few more years of work." You can't lose face if you lose anything!"

When the golden-robed young man heard that Qiu Wushuang was the chief manager of the Luoyan Palace, he also secretly regretted it in his heart. 10,000 taels of silver, for a cultivator like Luoyan Palace, it is a drop in the bucket. And for the children of powerful people like him, even if they are nobles, they have to accumulate several years of monthly money. If he loses, he will hide it from the house and secretly sell the treasures in his hand.

However, he didn't believe he would lose to someone who came from a gangster. For people with this kind of background, maybe the white peony won't even accept the name sticker.

He shouted to the black-robed mage beside Tu Chunshen, "Second butler, send a name sticker to the IELTS Garden." ”

The second housekeeper took out a gilded name sticker from his arms and said to Su's mother: "Old bustard, lead the way." ”

Mother Su looked at Qiu Wushuang and said, "Master Qiu, where is your name?" Give it to the slave and let the slave send it over." This IELTS garden, except for slaves, outsiders can't enter if they want to. ”

Qiu Wushuang asked with a confused face, "What is the name sticker?"

Mother Su had a thunderous expression on her face, and said, "Master Qiu, as soon as you come, you will name and want to see the white peony, won't you not even prepare a name sticker?"

The golden-robed young man jokingly said, "Little gangster, do you want me to borrow you a name sticker and continue your name on it?"

"Wow, it turned out to be the registration number, and it made it so complicated. Qiu Wushuang didn't scoff.

He glanced at a white handkerchief pinned to his waist by the red peony Liu Tingting, stepped forward and salivated and said, "Sister, can I borrow your handkerchief?"

Liu Tingting's face flushed, and she snorted: "Master Qiu, slaves are not good at female workers, this is embroidered by slaves." ”

Qiu Wushuang smiled: "Borrow it first." If I win ten thousand taels of silver, how about five thousand taels of silver for you?"

Liu Tingting hurriedly took off the handkerchief on his waist, handed it to him, and said, "That's not what slave meant. ”

Qiu Wushuang took the handkerchief in his hand, flattened it on a table, and saw that the handkerchief was embroidered with two small animals that were uglier than ugly ducklings, and said with a smile: "These two ducklings are playing in the water." ”

A woman on the side of Liu Tingting Ting ate and smiled, and said, "Master, this is a mandarin duck." ”

"The mandarin ducks and ducks are all the same, they are all cute. ”

He muttered, bit his finger open, stretched out his finger under the two small animals on the handkerchief, and wrote crookedly the words "Qiu Wushuang" in the shape of three ducklings.

He wiped the sweat from his head and said with satisfaction: "After learning to write from the palace master's sister for a few days, I can finally write my name." ”

Then he handed the handkerchief to Su's mother and said, "This is my name sticker, and Su's mother has worked hard to make a trip." ”

"Is that okay?"

The guests who came to Nuan Yuge were either rich or expensive, and Su's mother had never seen such a famous sticker. She secretly felt pain for the 10,000 taels of silver that Qiu Wushuang was about to lose.

The golden-robed youth laughed. He motioned to the second manager to hand over the name sticker to Su's mother, and then said to a group of gentlemen behind him: "Let's go, let's go to the orchid hall to eat and drink while waiting for good news." ”

This group of gentlemen are all masters of profit. They were so frightened by the ethereal skills of the "Sword God" that they hid far away, and now they are so happy to see this kind of unobtrusive gambling contract.

A fat boy flattered the golden-robed young man and said: "With this sticker, the ten thousand taels of silver will also be won." Later, Da Shao will not only be favored by the golden peony, but also have 10,000 taels of silver with white flowers, which can really be said to be a collection of wealth!"

A group of high-spirited gentlemen giggled and entered the orchid hall next door.

Shang Le was supported by a white-robed monk and went upstairs with difficulty. When he passed by the door of the Peony Hall, he turned his head and glanced at Qiu Wushuang fiercely, like a lame duck, and entered the Orchid Hall.