Chapter 19 Wuwang Gambling

On the winter solstice, heavy snow is flying.

The cold wind is like a knife, constantly roaring in the four fields. In the box on the second floor of the most luxurious restaurant of Wuwangzong, a middle-aged scholar in a light white robe is standing in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

It's cold outside the window, but the inside of the box is the opposite. The incense burner in the corner is burning with ten taels of silver and a dragon's birthday fragrance. The fragrance dispels the cold, and the house is as warm as spring.

On the table behind the middle-aged Xiushi, a pot of wine was warmed.

The carbon stove is burning, and the fragrance of the wine can't stop overflowing.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that the famous 'white marquis' was also expected to be speechless. This is really unexpected."

A bright voice sounded, and a red-faced bald old man walked into the box. The old man was fat and big-eared, wearing a purple embroidered gold robe. There were huge purple gold rings everywhere in his hands, and a white jade the size of a baby's head was on his belt, full of noble.

The middle-aged Xiushi turned around and his face was as beautiful as jade, but a pair of eyebrows were like swords, which was very sharp. He smiled indifferently and said, "It's freezing. I didn't expect that Boss Chen would be willing to come out."

The bald old man laughed, sat down and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all.

"Good wine, it's really a daughter fragrance unearthed in Nanling 50 years. Just for this wine, it's worth not sleeping all night."

The aroma of wine enters the throat, and the aftertaste is endless. The old man closes his eyes and admires.

"Boss Chen asked me to come here all the way, not just to drink this cup of water bar." The middle-aged scholar also sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Haha, 'White Marquis' is really funny. Old man, I'm a person who can't afford to grow up early. You should also know that if I hadn't smelled the smell of silver, how could I come to you." The bald old man touched his bare forehead and smiled.

The Marquis in white took a look at him and said, "I know that Boss Chen made a gamble in secret on a large scale, but most of the young disciples from all walks of factions who participated in the game this time have clear strength. It may not be very interesting for you to start this gamble. You can only manipulate the game of some peripheral second-rate disciples. It's not big to come and go, and you can't be in the finals. If there is an accident, the water is not muddy enough.

Boss Chen just smiled and said, "I, Chen Jinshan, have never done anything uncertain. As long as the marquis is willing to join hands with me, I will tell you all about it. I will definitely not let the marquis lose money."

The Marquis in white is also a little curious: "This is strange. Chen Jinshan is in charge of the silver business in 48 cities in three provinces in the southern part of Fenglan mainland. Will you still be short of money?"

"It's hard to say." Chen Jinshan sighed and rolled his sleeves. "I have a big deal recently, and I have a little friction with the Shen family in the imperial capital. I can't turn around for a while. The marquis knows that I am a greedy person. Now there is a great wealth in this Wuwang competition. If I don't take it, I'm sorry for the name Jinshan, but this Wuwang There are very few dignitaries in the city who can reassure me. After thinking about it, I have to come to the marquis.

The Marquis in white moved his heart and said quietly, "In this case, Boss Chen might as well talk about it."

Chen Jinshan smiled, dipped some wine with his index finger, and wrote two names on the table.

The white marquis, who has always been indifferent, also beats his heart when he saw these two words, and his breathing was aggravated: "How is that possible? How can these two families be involved?"

"Ha ha, these two families have been lonely in the West for a long time, so they also sent disciples to participate in the test. I arranged the identities of two small sects in the south for the two families and mixed in this test." Chen Jinshan smiled with an unpredictable smile: "The two disciples who came to the competition this time are the elites in the sect. Compared with Wu Kuangxing and Chan Qinglei, they are only strong but not weak. The marquis thinks about it. If these two people go all the way to the finals, even if there is only one, is this gambling game still boring?"

Bai Yihou smiled and raised his eyebrows like a sword. "Well, it's rare for Boss Chen to see it. It's better for me to be respectful than to follow my life. How much does Boss Chen need? Let's count."

Chen Jinshan stretched out a finger and said, "I don't want much, ten thousand taels of gold."

Bai Yihou smiled and said, "How much can I get for 10,000 taels?"

"One-handed number." Chen Jinshan replied without thinking.

"I'm happy, I'd like to have a toast to Boss Chen." The Marquis in white filled himself and Chen Jinshan with a glass of wine.

The two of them drank it all.

"Come to think of it, the first game tomorrow should be Zen Qinglei." The Marquis in white asked.

"Yes, it's him, the martial arts wizard who claims to have met once in 50 years." Chen Jinshan nodded.

"Who is the opponent?" The white marquis asked.

Chen Jinshan drank another glass of wine and said casually, "A nobody in the sunset sect is said to be the peak of the warriors."

"Oh, in this way, there will be no suspense in tomorrow's test."

"That's right. I don't have to start, and I don't make much money. Come on, marquis, let's have a few more drinks."

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In the collapsed hall of Wu Pengwei and others, Wang Heng, Chen Tian and others looked anxious and panicked. Only Wu Pengwei was as quiet as water, relaxed and leisurely painted on the case.

Three steps behind Wu Pengwei stood Qingmu in a gray robe.

"Four elders, tomorrow's competition is amazing. The opponent is Chan Qinglei. What should I do?" Wang Heng is anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Tie Zhuanlang beside him sighed and said in a rough voice, "Mom, it's really unlucky. I met this god-killing guy in the first competition. It's obviously to let me go back to the mountain earlier. This thief God, it's really not eye-catching."

"Lao Chen, why are you stab me? Can I tell you the truth?" Xu or felt Chen Tian's vicious eyes beside him. Tie Zhulang quickly said, "Four Elders, I don't look down on you. In fact, you are much better than me, but this Zen Qinglei is really powerful, not ordinary, so I complain."

Wu Pengwei is just painting, his eyes are full of smiles, and his pen is depicting a green pine.

"Who is Chan Qinglei?" He asked with a smile.

"Well, elder, this Zen Qinglei is not an ordinary character."

Chen Tian, who was beside him, sighed and talked about the deeds of Zen Qinglei with insufficient confidence.

Zen Qinglei was originally just an orphan, because the elder of the Silent Sect had no trace. One day, he accidentally heard the bright baby crying when he was meditating in the mountains, which brought the Chan Qinglei, which was still in the package, back to the Silent Sect.

Jimu Sect is one of the top ten schools of martial arts. Although it is at the bottom, it is inextricably related to the "Guiyuan Temple" of the Zen sect.

After Zen Qinglei came to the Silent Sect, he was raised by the sect for ten years in a blink of an eye.

But the strange thing is that he still can't speak when he is ten years old. His favorite thing to do every day is to be in a daze at Muyu, like a mentally retarded child.

Everyone thought he was a fool. They felt sorry for him, so they let him go.

Until one day in a thunderstorm, the sky danced wildly, but Chan Qinglei went up the mountain alone and was hit by a thunderbolt. What was strange was that he was not dead, and he could speak after being in a coma for ten days.

Everyone was surprised, and the patriarch who was closed that day thought he had a great opportunity, so he accepted him as a disciple.

And Zen Qinglei really lived up to the expectations of the suzerain and opened his wisdom. At the age of 18, he understood the method of silence and life, mastered the chaotic skill part of the moon character of the silence sect's unique skill "silence big hand seal", and entered the realm of martial soul, which can be called a genius.

He and the Wu Kuangxing of Wu Wangzong, and known as the Southern Shuangying, are very famous for a while.

Many martial arts master believes that this martial arts king competition is actually the duel between Zen Qinglei and Wu Kuangxing. Whoever wins will be the future leader of the new generation of the southern martial arts world.

After saying that, Chen Tian looked at Wu Pengwei with complicated eyes and sighed secretly.

In his opinion, although the four elders are young, they are rare martial arts wizards in the sunset sect. If they are lucky, they can enter the top five finals. At that time, not only the four elders themselves, but also the sunset sect will also get great benefits.

It is not necessarily impossible to revitalize the sunset sect.

But unfortunately, I met Chan Qinglei in the first game of the preliminary competition.

Wu Pengwei could not feel Chen Tian's lonely eyes, and there was only a green pine in his heart.

Within a moment, the green pine suddenly took shape, powerful, green and rich, like a living thing.

Everyone was surprised.

The Tie Zhulang is a muddy man, and he slapped him and said, "Well, the four elders used to have the ability to draw. I don't think we should go back to the sect. Elders, if you sell paintings in this Wuwang City, you will definitely make a fortune."

Chen Tian raised his hand and gave him a chestnut.

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and asked, "Chen Tian, how much money can I sell this painting?"

Chen Tianjiu lived in Wuwang City and had insight in doing things. He meditated for a moment before he said, "At least 500 taels of silver."

"Well, you can sell it for me." Wu Pengwei handed him the painting and asked, "Someone must have secretly started a gamble in this Wuwang Competition."

"Yes, people gamble in the Wuwang Competition every ten years. Why, the elders are interested?" Chen Tian took over the painting and asked curiously.

Wu Pengwei nodded: "Exactly, you go and sell this painting, and then suppress it completely, and I will win."

Chen Tian hesitated for a moment, but looked at Wu Pengwei's indifferent look and knew that he was not joking, so he nodded and agreed, pulled Tie Chulang out.

At this time, Wu Pengwei turned around and walked outside the house.

Wang Heng, who was beside him, rushed over and walked side by side and asked, " Elder, are you going to practice martial arts?" I'll feed you."

Wu Pengwei was surprised: "Why practice martial arts?"

"There will be a competition tomorrow. The opponent is Chan Qinglei." Wang Heng is very honest and will think about Wu Pengwei everywhere, but his thinking is a little neat.

"Oh, I'm not practicing martial arts, I'm going back to my room to sleep." Wu Pengwei smiled and turned around and left.

Wang Heng and Wang Qi looked stunned.

Wang Heng stamped his feet angrily: "Really, I slept in Wenxin Pavilion for seven days and seven nights, and I haven't slept enough yet."

Wang Qi had another thought: "Poor those five hundred taels of silver. I know that I will lose and bet. Isn't it a waste of money? Alas, it's a pity."

Wu Pengwei walked outside the house, and Aoki followed him like a shadow.