What is the concept of 500,000 taels of silver?

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Only a handful of people in the world have seen 500,000 taels of silver.

Most people, even, can't dream of 500,000 taels of silver in their dreams.

The man in white rolled out 126 points with three dice and won the game.

handed 500,000 taels of silver to Liu Chunjia.

Chunjia didn't answer, and the man in white was stunned and stuffed into her slender hand.

Before he had time to refuse him, the man in white raised his eyebrows and smiled at the yellow-robed old man again: "If the blue sky meteor died twenty years ago, then, is the silver flower also dead on a rainy night?"

He suddenly asked like this, causing the old man in the yellow robe to tighten his thick eyebrows and look at each other coldly.

"Friends. The dealer said in a deep voice, cut into the words of the man in white, and persuaded him coldly: "I have already told my friends once, today I only talk about gambling, regardless of the rivers and lakes, I will not tell my friends for the third time." ”

The words were sharp, and they had already revealed a murderous aura.

The man in white looked at each other with a smile, and then asked the dealer: "If Yinhua also dies on a rainy night, is it also a flying fish in the mixed river?"

Meteors in the blue sky, silver flowers on rainy nights, flying fish in the mixed river, the people in white have successively said three names of rivers and lakes.

Each name has been buried by time for many years, and now it is recalled, piercing the hearts of the three people opposite like a knife.

The heart was a little gloomy, and the old man in the yellow robe had an extra sword in his hand.

A thin sword, a sword stained with cold air.

The cold qi condensed into beads on the sword body, and under the glow of the sword light, it looked like a few strings of small silver flowers.

If these flowers bloom on a rainy night, they will be beautiful.

The old man in the indigo robe spread his free hands on the table, and he did not hesitate to let everyone see his hands.

His hands were ugly, old and rough, with unusually thick joints, and his fingers were sharp as if they had been modified with a knife.

When ordinary people see these hands, they will think that they are a pair of hands that are born deformed, but as long as people who have practiced a little bit of hidden weapons see these hands, they will know that these are a pair of hands that kill people invisibly.

The dealer held down the sword-holding hand of the yellow-robed old man with his left hand, and pressed the empty and rough hand of the indigo-robed old man with his right hand, and looked at the man in white coldly: "What does my friend want to say?"

The man in white lifted the altar to drink, wet his neck, and laughed drunkenly: "I miss a poem." ”

Wine helps gambling, wine also helps poetry, the man in white misses poetry, he opens his mouth and comes:

Blue sky meteors break the sky,

Honeysuckle reflects the moon sky on a rainy night.

Mixed river rain turns white waves,

The mud pond white lotus loves the morning breeze.

Thousands of sea canoes and single oars,

The beggars are quiet.

The people of the mountains, forests and reefs do not sell wine,

Half of the makeup is forgetful.

After reading these sentences slowly, the smile of the man in white deepened, he was drunk, and gently recalled the wine: "Good wine, good poetry, good scenery." ”

He seemed afraid that others would not understand the deep meaning of his poem, so he raised his eyebrows high, looked around at everyone, and said again: "These are eight sentences and seven words, and they are also eight pairs of danqing, and they are the eight masters who suddenly disappeared in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago." ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" he didn't allow others to interject, and he couldn't finish talking about it: "Today I learned that seven of the eight masters died, and only the people of the mountains, forests and reefs were still alive." ”

When it came to the Shanlinjiao people, he suddenly turned his head to look at Mei Xiaoyan, shook his head and smiled drunkly: "I heard that the Shanlinjiao people don't drink much, you are the same as him." ”

The corners of Mei Xiaoyan's mouth twitched, clenching the sword in her hand, her breath was no longer stable.

Liu Chunjia took a step back slightly, giving up the position behind Mei Xiaoyan.

One step back, light tears, who relieved her daughter's sorrow.

When she rubbed her fist and grabbed the hilt of the sword, Mei Xiaoyan's eyes were already red.

The dealer's eyes were also red.

He let go of the hands that held down the two old men on the left and right, stared at the man in white, the top of his forehead was already covered with green tendons, and said in a deep voice: "Who is my friend?"

Under the questioning, the man in white was drinking again, despite the strong wine drenching his clothes, he was so drunk that he could hardly open his eyes, and muttered: "I never tell the truth to people who don't tell the truth, if you want to hear my truth, you have to exchange your truth." ”

When the man in white wants to speak, and others stop him, he will also speak.

When the man in white doesn't want to speak, he won't say when others force him.

So, after saying that, he started drinking again.

A jar of wine has been drunk by him out of the air.

The dealer thought about it a few times, and finally sighed in a deep voice: "Friend, since you have broken the name of my three brothers, I don't have to hide it." ”

"That's right!" The old man in the yellow robe couldn't hold back his hot temperament anymore, and exhaled heavily: "I'm Yinhua on a rainy night, how are you going?"

The man in white nodded, then looked at the dealer and the old man in the indigo robe, and asked softly: "So, in this way, the two of them are the Blue Sky Meteor and the Mixed River Flying Fish?"

The eyes of the old man in the indigo robe crossed with pain, as if he did not want to hear such a name again.

The dealer was helpless, so he could only sigh in a low voice: "I am a flying fish in the mixed river." ”

After recognizing the name, the dealer endured the sadness in his heart and forced a smile at the man in white: "My friend just said the opposite, I think my friend already knows that among the eight people, only the people from the mountains, forests and reefs have gone to immortals." ”

"It turns out that you really know that the beggar is still alive. The man in white frowned slightly, and then asked about the pain in the hearts of the old people: "I heard that the other six people watched the troublesome beggars jumping into the valley with the corpses of the people in the mountains, forests and reefs. ”

The scar that could not be healed after many years was lifted by him, the old man in the yellow robe burst into tears, waved the thin sword in his hand into a silver flower, and shouted angrily: "Thief, who are you? If you talk nonsense for half a word, I will release the blood in your cavity!"

The silver flowers dispersed, leaving only the remaining cold, and the ice soaked through the old past.

"How can you still tell the truth if you let the blood out of my cavity?"

It seems that the man in white is indeed drunk, so drunk that he is not afraid of the sword in Yinhua's hand on a rainy night.

Perhaps, he didn't know that it was this sword that slashed the iron-hearted judge.

So, he continued to raise his head and drink, dew his throat to the silver flower of the rainy night.

If it weren't for the Mixed River Flying Fish holding down the swordsman of Yinhua on a rainy night, I'm afraid that the throat of the man in white would have been a little red.

Until this jar was emptied, he casually took the wine under Mei Xiaoyan's eyes.

After being arrogant, the man in white closed his eyes and smiled: "The people of the mountains, forests and reefs have been in love with the beggar for half their lives, so the beggar fell to the bottom of the valley with his corpse and wanted to be martyred with him, you know." ”

He seems to be deliberately trying to go against Rainy Night Silverflower, Rainy Night Silverflower doesn't let him talk half a word of nonsense, he prefers to say a few crosses of nonsense.

"I want to say one more thing that you know. The man in white took another sip and smiled infinitely sadly: "At that time, the beggar was already pregnant, perhaps, she was afraid that you would force her to death, so she deliberately fell to the bottom, just to hide and give birth to a posthumous child for the people of the mountains, forests and reefs." ”

As he spoke, the three old men were speechless, and the flying fish in the mixed river sighed deeply.

"The reason why I know that you know this is because the beggars in the world have lived in seclusion for many years without leaving the rivers and lakes, but they will never be short of money to spend. The man in white shook his head and smiled: "I heard that in her yard, there are often a few extra bags of gold in the middle of the night, but I don't know who the person who sent the gold is." ”

After talking about these old things, the man in white looked around at this thatched hut, frowned and chuckled: "I heard that this casino is the fairest casino, the safest casino, and of course the most profitable casino." ”

After chuckling, he suddenly muttered to himself, "Why don't you build a good house if it is the most profitable casino?"