Both Nangong Chen and Feng Ze felt bitter in their mouths, but Feng Ze finally spoke first.

"The late festival is not guaranteed!" Feng Ze, with a wry smile on his face, murmured, and handed the mustard seed bag to Gu Zheng: "Don't worry, Master Gu, I keep my word. I will bid farewell now and wait until I return to the Taishan Sect.

After that, I will announce that Jinpen has washed his hands and will never touch alchemy or appraisal again."

Gu Zheng didn't say anything, he just took Feng Ze's mustard bag.

Feng Ze's leaving figure looked a little desolate. When he passed by Nangong Chen, he let out a sigh. Feng Ze did not expect that his help this time would actually end up being washed away in a golden basin, and his reputation would be ruined.

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"Master Feng!"

Nangong Chen did not speak, but it was Zu Qingbo who spoke with an apologetic look on his face.

"This is my bet. According to the agreement, I will also give each of the participating stall owners a fourth-grade resource."

Nangong Chen recovered quickly. When he handed over the bet to Gu Zheng, the unwillingness and madness were no longer on his face, only a cold hatred remained.

"Very good." Gu Zheng said lightly as he took the life-saving jade talisman and resources.

"This is your reward." Gu Zheng handed a fourth-grade resource to the female cultivator who had donated her blood as promised.

"I didn't expect that things have developed to this point, and there is still no movement from Kunlun. What happened to the two divine thoughts just now?" Gu Zheng thought to himself.

"Who knows, I thought that after the spiritual thoughts were swept, even if the master of the spiritual thoughts did not show up, there would be high-level officials from the Kunlun Sect who would intervene." The weapon spirit paused, and then said: "Could it be that it's you?

Isn't the fuss enough? I see that Zu Qingbo obviously wants to stand up for his friends!" Qi Ling smiled evilly.

"Is this really good?" Gu Zheng was a little moved.

"What's wrong? Although you made a lot of money today, the Kunlun family has a great cause and they don't lack this little thing."

Qi Ling's evil smile had just faded when Zu Qingbo, who had always spoken very little, finally took the initiative to approach Gu Zheng: "Master Gu, you really impressed me. In this kind of contest similar to a bet, you actually continued

Won three times.”

"It's just luck." Gu Zheng smiled.

"I wonder if Master Gu is interested in gambling with me?" Zu Qingbo asked.

"You want to bet with me too? What are you betting on?" Gu Zheng asked.

"These friends of mine have all lost at your hands. If I didn't take a gamble with you, I would feel really sorry." Zu Qingbo paused and then said: "Several of my friends,

The bet with you is considered a literary bet, I want to make a martial bet with you!"

Zu Qingbo's voice fell to the ground, and the sound of gasping was heard all around. Who is Zu Qingbo? Zu Qingbo is a genius. He is a cultivator of the same level in the Shushan Sect. He ranks first in terms of strength without relying on external forces such as immortal weapons.

The number one person! He wanted to compete with Gu Zheng in martial arts. How could people not be surprised? In the eyes of those who gasped, it was just a joke for him to win Gu Zheng by force.

"Don't be surprised, everyone. If I bet with Master Gu, my cultivation will naturally be suppressed to the same level as Master Gu, and I won't do any tricks, so you can rest assured." Zu Qingbo said.

Gu Zheng was a little hesitant. Each of these princelings was a descendant of the Kunlun sect's supreme elder, and the leader among them was Zu Qingbo! And Kunlun's senior officials naturally valued Zu Qingbo's genius more.

The previous bet was regarded as a literary fight, and if you win, you will win. Although the Kunlun side does not look good in terms of face, it is justified, but if you beat Zu Qingbo in a martial arts fight again, this slap will be a slap in the face of the Kunlun faction, but

A bit too loud! After all, Zu Qingbo is the pride of the Kunlun Sect and can be regarded as a representative among immortal cultivators.

However, Gu Zheng's hesitation was only for a moment. He originally wanted to make the matter bigger so that the higher-ups of the Kunlun Sect would pay attention. The winning or losing of Zu Qingbo's martial arts fight was definitely a big deal, since the request was from him.

He proposed it, so let them bear the consequences of being slapped in the face! After all, even if his cultivation is suppressed, he still takes a huge advantage. This is his strength. Even if his cultivation is suppressed, his combat experience is still there.

Besides, Emei has been lonely for too long, and now it's time to straighten his back and let those who look down on him take a good look at him.

Gu Zheng smiled and was about to question Zu Qingbo in detail when a familiar voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"Senior brother, please wait a moment. If you win Master Gu once, you don't need to take action yet."

The crowd took the initiative to part ways, and the person coming was none other than Song Bai's brother Song Xiu.

"This is really a grand event. Everyone who should come is here." Gu Zheng smiled slightly.

"I didn't know you were coming to Kunlun. If I had known earlier, you would have lost long ago."

Song Xiu looked at Gu Zheng, and what was in his eyes was not hatred, but contempt and disgust.

"You want to bet with him?" Zu Qingbo asked.

"Indeed, I lost to him once. I can't and don't want to give him a second chance to beat me." Song Xiu looked at Gu Zheng and said.

"You are all so confident. Why do you think I will make a bet with you?"

Gu Zheng was naturally not afraid of making a bet with Song Xiu, but he didn't like Song Xiu's taking things for granted.

"You," Song Xiu's voice paused, and then he smiled: "What? Don't you dare to gamble? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, as long as you say it clearly, we don't have to gamble."

"Afraid? I, Gu Zheng, don't know how to write this word yet. I just don't want to fight twice with my defeated general."

As soon as Gu Zheng finished speaking, there was a chorus of questioning voices from all around.

"What do you mean? Master Gu defeated fellow Taoist Song once?"

"When did this happen? How to win fellow Taoist Song?"

"Winning should also be a literary battle, right? Fellow Taoist Song seems to be a person who doesn't like practicing and focuses on cooking. How can he compare with Master Gu?"

"Let me tell you! I don't know how good Daoyou Song's cooking skills are, but the food made by Master Gu is so delicious!"

Luo Jin, who was in a very good mood, spoke up. Although he had never eaten anything made by Gu Zheng, he had smelled the smell. Now because of Gu Zheng, his internal energy had been purified, which made him look at Gu Zheng.

, I feel friendly no matter how I look at it.

"Oh? It seems that Master Gu is also a master of cooking. Could it be that their bet is about cooking?"

"Interesting, two cultivators actually made a bet on their cooking skills, hehe..."

"Everyone, be quiet!" Listening to everyone's discussion, Song Xiu's face felt a little hot.

"As the saying goes, after three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration. Master Gu once defeated me, but that doesn't mean he can still win now! You don't dare to accept the challenge, which is enough to show that you are afraid." Song Xiu said with a smile.

"Are you scared? You are really funny! Okay, tell me, how do you want to bet with me?" Gu Zheng said disdainfully.

"Each of us will cook a specialty dish, and then ask the judges to evaluate it, but the dish we make this time cannot be the same dish we made during the food competition." Song Xiu said.

Song Xiu and Gu Zheng both cooked several kinds of dishes during the food competition. It is undeniable that the dishes they cooked were all dishes they were good at, but in the end, Gu Zheng was the winner. And Song Xiu at this time

The rules formulated are obviously detrimental to the ancient struggle!

"After all, this is not a food competition, but a bet. Since we have to bet, I think this is the fairest rule." Gu Zheng paused for a moment, then added: "Let's use the same ingredients and make the same dishes, so

Only then can we better compare who makes more delicious food, otherwise there will be certain problems in comparing the two different dishes, radish and cabbage."

"Yes, Master Gu is right, such rules are fair."

"Yes, with two different delicacies, sometimes it's hard for people to choose between them. Who will be better?"

"I think it's better to just follow Sect Leader Gu's suggestion."

Many of the people watching spoke.

"Let me bet with him!" Zu Qingbo said when Song Xiu didn't speak for a while.

"Fellow Daoist ancestor, don't be anxious. I believe that fellow Daoist Song will not give in so quickly. He should be thinking about how to make rules, rather than being afraid."

Gu Zheng was actually very happy when Song Xiu appeared. After all, Song Xiu had something he envied, so he had to make a bet with Song Xiu.

"Yes, I am indeed thinking about the rules! It is indeed a good idea for two people to use the same ingredients and cook the same food. However, I can't listen to you or me as to what dishes to make.

Otherwise, it will seem unfair." Song Xiu paused and continued: "Since it is a bet, luck is naturally very important. How about we do this, each person writes a dish that he is good at, and then puts it in the box and finds one.

Someone come and draw one of them as a dish for us to bet on, what do you think?"

"I may not be good at the dishes you are good at, and you may not be good at the dishes I am good at. Your suggestion sounds really exciting. Basically, if you draw a dish you are not good at, you will lose in all likelihood.

." Gu Zheng smiled.

"What, do you dare to bet?" Song Xiu urged.

"I want to know who will draw one of them, and who will be the judge?" Gu Zheng asked.

"Let's do this. Both the people who draw and the judges will be selected from these people on the scene. There is only one person responsible for the drawing. If this person is asked to be appointed by me, then the three judges, Master Gu, can appoint two of them.

Do it. If the person to be drawn is appointed by the ancient leader, then I will appoint two of the three judges. There will be no zero points or decimal points for the final food, only one to five, based on the final score.

Do you think it’s fair to decide who wins or loses?”

Song Xiu's proposal sounded fair, but in fact it was absolutely beneficial to him.

First of all, if Song Xiu is asked to choose the person responsible for the extraction, he will definitely choose Cui Ying, who can see things from a distance, and let Cui Ying choose his specialty dishes. If Gu Zheng is asked to choose the person responsible for the extraction, Gu Zheng will

They didn't have the same advantages, and this was Kunlun's home court. With Feng Ze's example, it wasn't difficult at all for Song Xiu to find two people who would favor him in scoring.

Seeing Gu Zheng's hesitation, Song Xiu smiled and said: "You are a guest. If you agree to this rule, then how to choose, the sovereignty can be left to you."

"Okay, but I need to know what the bet is first." Gu Zheng said.

"The bet I want is what you win from Fellow Daoist Cui and Fellow Daoist Nangong."

As soon as Song Xiu spoke, there were sounds of laughter and gasps from all around.

It is undeniable that Song Xiu's bet is a bit excessive. If he wins the bet, Gu Zheng won the two previous bets, except for Feng Ze's mustard bag, everything else will be returned. But even if he loses the bet,

, there is Zu Qingbo behind him who is ready to make a move. If the bet required by Zu Qingbo still returns what they lost before, then from a probability perspective alone, Guzheng will suffer a big loss! Chang Zai
To be continued...