In spring, Wei Ping walks on Huaweicheng Street.

The streets are covered with green trees, birds chirping on the trees, and vendors under the trees are pushing carts to hawk.

The lively atmosphere of the Dengwen Yahui Association has not ended yet. The monks from Huawei Mountain cannot gather in the city without invitation.

They wear clothes from all over the country, speak various accents, and match all kinds of weapons.

Any monk who can practice is always somewhat more attractive temperament and characteristics than mortals.

Except Wei Ping.

He walks lazy, has an ordinary face, and is worn out. Even if you pass by him, you will never look back at him for a second time.

He swayed his straw sandals and held his broken sword, walking against the current like a swimming fish, passing through the sea of ​​people, and turning into the quiet old street.

Deep in the old street, the pawn shop has been closed for a long time. The fallen flowers in front of the steps are no longer cleaned, and are sometimes swept up by the spring breeze.

There is a few places in the world that can make him cheat, mingling stones, and mingling techniques.

Wei Ping stood at the door for a while and suddenly laughed:

"Who is the hero in the world is worse than seeking immortality - have a drink!"

He still thought about the hero post.

Song Qianji, who wrote this poem, was targeted by those two old guys. He was really the most unlucky person in the world.

Saving the world? Is this the work done by humans?

Wei Ping was gloating and was a little disappointed.

It seemed as if the two old guys said to him in front of him, do you think you are a genius of the world, and you can't save the world without you?

You are not as good as Song Qianji. He can do it if you can't do it.

The wandering boy said to himself: "It's hard to buy free self for a thousand gold coins. Ziyun Temple and Qingya Academy are all unpleasant places. How can I feel comfortable when sleeping in brothels?"

Having said that, he slept in brothels when he had money, and slept in the gutter with mice when he had money. Anyway, he could sleep anywhere.

The boy left home, gave up everything, broke out of the rules, changed his name, and hid his appearance.

Come and go alone, like falling flowers in the spring breeze, and wild cats in the deep alleys.

Even if he taught a thousand Li Ergou and made famous for 10,000 monks, no one would know him. He just made a few spirit stone flowers.

Wei Ping likes this kind of life, which is much more comfortable and happy than when he was Wei Zhenyu.

He walked out of the old street and plunged into the casino again.

The casino is magnificent, crowded with people, and full of people. As Li Ergou said, people are betting on Song Qian’s chance to worship whom they can become.

In the center of the hall, a copy of the "Heroic Post" was hung high. The spirit stones surged onto the gambling table like flowing water.

Zhuang He shouted loudly: "The saint of gambling books is on the table here. The chess of gambling is on the table there."

Wei Ping stood between two tables.

He hadn't seen Song Qianji yet, and was curious about what kind of person the other party was.

But the man was famous and full of glory. He was about to go to Ziyun Temple or Qingya Academy and was raised by millions of people.

It may be difficult to meet.

"Are there only two roads left in the world?" Wei Ping suddenly shouted, "Is there no third kind?"

Can’t a person be able to follow the rules of the family and rely on the power of the sect?

This question has never been answered since he left home.

He was dressed shabby and looked like he had no money. Naturally, no one paid attention to him in a place like a casino.

Only two people answered: "Yes, you can also bet that he will not worship both!"

"One penalty is very high, but only a fool can buy it!"

Wei Ping turned his head, and the two of them were wearing the costumes of Huaweizong Precepts Hall, winking and looking excited, and they were even more enthusiastic than the dealer.

“What is the position?”

"In Xia Qiu Dacheng."

"I'm going to Xu Kanshan. Fellow Daoist is a novice? The novice is strong and has the best luck. Can you take us two games later?"

The two led him to the corner and pointed to a small table: "If you buy him, don't worship him, just go down there."

"I'll buy it." Wei Ping held a spirit stone.

"One piece is not enough to place a bet." The dealer at the table glanced at him and threw the spirit stone to him, like sending a beggar.

"I only have one piece." Wei Ping scratched his head, knowing he had saved a little last night.

"Come on three pieces, will fellow Taoist find another two pieces?" Xu Kanshan said, "If it is not enough, there is a pawnshop next door, and your low-level sword can be worth ten."

Wei Ping looked for a bag all over and groped around: "Wait."

"There are some, there are some!" He finally threw out a storage bag and threw it to Qiu and Xu, "Please help me."

He hadn't spent the reward for killing someone last month, and he forgot that he still had money.

Qiu Dacheng agreed happily: "Okay!"

The dealer weighed it, opened it in a hurry, his face suddenly changed, and his voice trembled slightly: "One, ten thousand?"

"What ten thousand?" Xu Kanshan was frightened, "Is that true!"

He just wants to make a fool of himself. Based on his years of experience in casinos, this kind of person is generally the best luck.

Just like following Song Qian's body betting on all the martial arts tests, he, Qiu Dacheng, likes to bet with such people the most.

The dealer whispered: "You offer 10,000 yuan at this position, and no one can buy Song Qianji!"

The boiling casino was instantly silent, and several surprising eyes shot at the two of them.

It seems like I'm looking at a big fool from where I came from.

Oh, it is the most famous big gambling man in Huawei Sect, that's not.

Xu Kanshan waved his hand quickly: "No, it's not us! Yes--"

Turning back, there were so many people, and the betting boys were no longer there.

"Did he just reported himself to his home?" Qiu Dacheng asked.

"No!" Xu Kanshan was frightened: "Do you remember his appearance?"

Qiu Dacheng shook his head with a rattle: "I don't remember!"

...

Song Qianji walked to Songyuan with the feeling of visiting the grave.

There was only one person behind him. The strong men from Ziyun Temple, Qingya Academy were led by the host and the dean, and were silently waiting on the Flower Path.

The courtyard is very quiet around it. A small wooden sign engraved with the word "Songyuan" sways gently in the wind, like a beautiful wind chime.

He could feel two extremely powerful and extremely thick auras transmitted through the door panel to the copper ring, touching his hand pushing the door.

He still pushed open the door.

He is the owner of Songyuan.

The old man in black stood under the eaves, looking down at the palatial money leaves and colorful and smooth rain flower stones in the water tank.

The old man in white stood under the flower stand, looking up at the wisteria flowers and white butterflies passing through the flowers.

The moment he opened the door, the two of them turned their heads together and stared at him.

"Hello, senior." Song Qianji greeted him with a scorching gaze like the scorching sun.

He placed a half-roll of chess and a treasure box on the stone table.

This scene is like a lot of money drawn by a full moon. He suddenly wanted to laugh and held back.

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The two old men spoke at the same time, refused to give in to each other, and looked at each other coldly.

Song Qianji: "Let me tell you first. I already know why a senior came, thanks to..."

"Yes, I wanted to see you very early." The Book Saint interrupted him and said with a smile: "I did come because of you when I was a calligraphy and painting test."

The chess ghost sneered in his heart, and at this time, what's the use of hinting that he would come first.

Isn’t it that when accepting apprentices, Is it important to come first and then arrive?

"Thanks to the wrong one..."

Song Qianji spoke again, but was interrupted by the Saint of Calligraphy again:

"I heard that you want a mountain? Wait for you to be my disciple, let alone Huachun Mountain, use your magical powers to refine a sea fairy mountain for you, named Ningqiu, and you will have two space magic weapons in the future!"

Song Qianji was speechless.

Uncle, who is the serious one in the box?
To be continued...