Chapter 42 Tang Ming

His fingers were clenched white, and the delicate joints made a "kake" sound. Although Li I was a little afraid in his heart, he was still angered by Lin Qinglong's Lai Pi. The corners of his mouth trembled and said, "Is this master joking?"

Lin Qinglong smiled and said nothing. His face was gentle, like a prince with a very good temperament. After losing his anger, he smiled more and more brightly and looked at him with his hands, as if he were looking at a poor worm.

"Ha ha..." Gong Chunzhi giggled and said andly, "Who talked to you? Do we look like people who are joking?

The color on his face changed several times. Li Bute twisted his beard fiercely with his fingers. He didn't know how many beards he had twisted. He endured and said, "Just said that the 'big' is the young master wins, and the 'little' is the villain winning?"

"That's right, that's what I said." The corners of his mouth raised a touch of disdain, but Lin Qinglong did not go against his will and readily admitted it.

However, how to put it, it's the same thing. What to do is another matter.

The corners of Li's mouth trembled, intertwined with anger and fear, and then said, "One, two or three points are small, and four, five or six points are big. This is obviously three points. According to the agreement, it is clear that I won. Does the winner have to pay the loser money?

"Loser?" Lin Qinglong laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He almost couldn't breathe: "What time is it?"

Lin Qinglong stretched out a finger lazily and turned it gently. The dice suddenly moved. It seemed that an invisible hand was stirring. When he turned lazily, he said, "three points" became "four points".

"You are the loser!" Lin Qinglong sneered and said, "Li is not defeated. It is precisely because you control the dice with your true qi that you have won many battles. I have never seen a monk like you who uses his cultivation to confuse mortals." Don't lose to the casino... Don't lose to the casino... Because I'm stronger than you, I'll always be the winner for you. Today, I'm going to let this so-called 'no lose' casino lose!"

Li's face was pale green, and his fingers were as angry and hard. The dice in his hand clicked and was broken.

He said coldly, "It seems that this master is not here to play dice. Dare to ask this master, who are you?"

The scorching sun at noon shot into the inner hall from the window, and the light fell on Lin Qinglong's cheek.

"Hmm." He smiled, glanced at Shi Lang and Gong Chunzhi beside him, and said in a low voice, "Shopkeeper Li, you must have heard of my name. I am..."

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The worship hall is a large palace, towering and vulgar. It is built by monks. From afar, it is made of five huge flying swords. Although it is not as magnificent as the palace, it has a fairy style.

The black-walled palace looks like a sense of oppression.

The worship hall is located in the northeast corner of the capital, and people dare not come here. Therefore, here are the flowers and birds, the bamboo forest waterfall, only the monks fly with their swords, and the robes are floating, which is really like a fairyland on earth.

Over the palace, there are three or five monks sitting freely on the flying sword, sitting cross-legged, wearing a loose white robe, barefoot, smiling comfortably, leisurely talking about family affairs, talking about silver, and talking about women, which is more vulgar than laymen.

The monks of Tang Shiguo are becoming more and more lazy. They have a long life span, a lot of time, detached identity, and inexhaustible money.

Especially after Tang Yu's closed practice, more monks began to enjoy life leisurely and no longer practice hard.

In the eyes of these monks, instead of practicing hard all day long, it is better to flirt with Tang Yu. Tang Yu casually points out two tricks, even if they have been practicing hard for many years, they can't get it. Following Tang Yu has great benefits.

Although there is a strict ban on monks flying with their swords in the capital, since Tang Yu was ranked in the immortal class, all the monks have refused to carry out any orders of the emperor, and even the rules agreed in advance have been violated.

Just because Tang Yu said, "We monks are all noble. How can we do things for these low-level lay people?"

In his eyes, even if the emperor is the ninety-five, he is only a vulgar person.

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"Adult! My lord!"

A young monk ran all the way in a hurry. He was Li Busi's subordinate and was under the wink of Li Buso. He came here to inform Tang Ming.

The main door of the worship hall is black and bright, exuding a cold atmosphere, which is ten feet high, empty and big, like a big mouth of a monster.

The young monk rushed into the darkness and called repeatedly, "Lord Tang Ming! Lord Tang Ming!"

The idle monks turned their heads and stopped talking. Their expressions were first stunned, and then relieved.

Because they have long known that Tang Ming has a "no loser casino" under Tang Ming. They fight for gold every day, and the interior is dark. They not only splunder the money of the people, but also save people's lives and are lawless. However, because Tang Ming is the day after tomorrow of "not losing to the casino", and Tang Ming is one of Tang Yu's personal disciples, with such a deep background, no one dares to come to "not lose to the casino" to make trouble.

No one dares to offend Tang Ming, let alone Tang Yu. At least among the monks in Tang Dynasty, no one dares to offend Tang Yu's group. After all, he is a fairy-level master and the only fairy-level master of Tang Shi Kingdom.

Perhaps there is only one person who dares to offend Tang Ming now.

That's Lin Qinglong, the first wanted criminal of the Necromancer.

The lively monks looked at each other and smiled, looked at the panicked young monks, and looked at Tang Ming, who was angry and was walking out. Their hearts were bright. They didn't say anything to each other, but their eyes seemed to say, "Lin Qinglong, who is known as the first wanted criminal of the Necromancer's Dynasty, deserves to die in Tang. The corpse country! It is acceptable for heaven to do evil, but it is impossible to live for self-made sins. Lin Qinglong, Lin Qinglong, you have a good cultivation. It's not good to offend anyone. How dare you offend Tang Yu's people. It seems that your life will not be long, and your life will not be long!"

Seeing the whole ghost world, there are no more than three monks who dare to challenge Tang Yu. Although Lin Qinglong's name as the "first wanted criminal" is loud enough, it is still far from "those people"...

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At noon, the sun is scorching. Large bamboo forests shake with the wind, like green waves, driving away the summer heat. The crazy cicada began to hiss, like a screaming woman.

In such a hot summer, many people have to take a good nap. For these boring monks, many people also like to sleep. Whether it is cross-legged meditation or meditation, it is a kind of sleep.

Tang Ming also planned to have a good sleep. As the third disciple of Tang Yu, he thought that he was noble and superior. He usually did not care about other monks in the hall, let alone talk nonsense with other monks, when other monks were barefoot in the air. When flying around, he cleaned his room spotlessly and prepared to take a nap and take a nap.

Everyone in the worship hall knows that Tang Ming has a cleanliness fetish. Although he is favored by his teacher Tang Yu, his two brothers are unwilling to meet this younger brother. The reason is that Tang Ming has excessive cleanliness.

Every monk has more or less a cleanliness fetish, and those untidy monks are simply rare. The monks live a long life, and most of the monks like to spend a lot of time taking care of themselves. Therefore, many men who practice Taoism look rich and graceful, and the women are all as beautiful as immortals. They can also control their appearance with elixir and mana. After all, not everyone is born beautiful.

Most monks can't become immortals, but they can make themselves look more like immortals.

Tang Ming is one of them, and he is a little too obsessed with cleanliness.

His cleanliness fetish is too much. Tang Ming thinks that everyone - except his master - is dirty. Even the monks in the hall, Tang Ming will think that they are dirty to the bone.

Tang Ming doesn't like to chat with other monks in the worship hall, because he thinks those people are dirty.

Tang Ming doesn't like the service of servants, because he thinks that the servants are dirty.

He doesn't even like his two brothers, because he thinks that the two brothers are also dirty.

Tang Ming has three favorite things.

The first thing is to clean your room spotlessly, just like a fairy house. Then make yourself up as a little white face, put on the most gorgeous clothes, and comb your hair very softly.

The second thing is to pile up your property from "not losing to the casino" in an unknown cave, and then bury it with mud. He hoped to save enough money to build a palace of his own. The palace was full of beautiful women, and he was the only man - he almost forgot to say that Tang Ming thought women were clean.

The third thing is to kill people. Tang Ming likes to kill people who are more handsome and unrestrained than him, because after killing all the more handsome men than him, he is the most handsome man in Tang Dynasty.

This is Tang Ming.

At noon on this day, as soon as he changed into another bright red gorgeous robe, he heard someone shouting outside, "Lord Tang Ming!"

Tang Ming knows that the comer is one of the guards in the casino. The comer is not an ordinary guard, but a monk. If a monk comes to him in such a panic, it means that something big has happened.

Although I don't want to deal with these dirty men, there seems to be nothing I can do. He had to frown, pinch his nose, and go out.

The young monk knelt down at his feet in the courtyard and cried, "Someone...someone smashed our field!"

Around, those onlookers cast joking eyes and shot on Tang Ming's face, which was very uncomfortable.

Those people seem to be saying, "Haha, Tang Ming, you also have today!" But they didn't say anything, smiling, floating, lying in the water, lying on the rockery, sitting on the flying sword, more than a dozen monks looked at Tang Ming with such a smile.

Tang Ming suddenly felt very angry. He didn't know whether it was because he was smashed, or because he was laughed at by these people with such eyes. In short, he was very angry.

"Was the scene smashed?" Tang Ming's face turned pale with anger, and the blue veins on his face were visible, which were a little ferocious. He gritted his teeth and combed his hair unnaturally with his right hand.

"Then I'll go back to the venue now! Who on earth doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth so much that he even dares to smash my Tang Ming's field!?