Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

The room was quiet, and everyone was thinking about how to win this lucky guy who threw three sixes every time because of "luck".

No one could figure it out.

Every method they can think of, there is no certainty of victory.

The young man was so calm, so utterly incomprehensible, almost frightening.

Is he really just lucky?

Or did he trust that the envoy would never see what he was doing?

Some people have begun to complain about the leadership, feeling that such an important national event should not be settled on the gambling table.

However, the arrow is already on the string, and there is no room for regret.

The envoy lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Is he already a winner?

Or was he still figuring out what to do with the young man?

After a while, the two people who had gone out before came back.

The minister nodded towards the monarch and walked towards the gaming table.

"Let's start." The envoy suddenly opened his eyes and said.

Mr. Baohe nodded.

"Okay, how to bet?"

The minister stood beside him and coughed lightly, and said: "There are rules for business, and there are rules for gambling."

Mr. Baohe said: "There must be rules in doing things, and even more rules in gambling."

"Can you understand our language?" The envoy suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Know a thing or two." Mr. Baohe smiled sloppily.

The special envoy didn't press on any further, and translated to the minister what Mr. Baohe said just now.

"But no matter what the rules are, both parties must agree." The special envoy said again.

"Yes." The two replied.

"So no matter what idea is thrown by the first one, the other one can catch up."

"What if the two companies have the same ideas?"

"Then there is no winner or loser in this one, and another toss."

Mr. Baohe suddenly shook his head and said, "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" the special envoy asked, with cold sweat in his hands.

At this juncture, what he is most afraid of at this moment is that Mr. Baohe will regret not to gamble.

Mr. Baohe said: "If the two families always come up with the same idea, wouldn't they have to continue to gamble? Even if they gamble for three days and three nights like this, it may not be possible to win or lose."

"Then how do you want to bet?"

"If the first toss throws the biggest idea, the opponent has to admit defeat."

The biggest idea is three sixes. No matter who makes a move, as long as the two sides take the dice, the roll will definitely be three sixes.

"Then who do you think is better to throw first?" the special envoy asked with a smile.

"You are the host, and you are young and respected, so of course you are the first to throw." Mr. Baohe replied.

The special envoy was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought: Is this kid crazy?Or are you too confident in yourself?

He stared at Mr. Baohe for a long time, making sure that the other party was not joking, so he said, "Bring a pair of dice."

The person next to him immediately took out a small box carved from white jade.

Open the box, inside are three white jade dice.

"This is a tribute jade dice, there will never be a fake." The special envoy ordered, "Go and show him."

The man held the dice with both hands, but Mr. Baohe pushed it away with one hand, and said with a smile, "I trust you."

The special envoy stared at him for a long time, then nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, you have style!"

He picked out the dice one by one with his fingers and put them in his palm.

"Win or lose by one hand?"

"Yes."

The special envoy stood up slowly, stretched out one hand, facing the mouth of the bowl, and gently put down the dice.

This is the most regular way of throwing, and no one can question it in the slightest.

With a sound of "ding", three dice fell into the bowl, and the sound was as clear as a silver bell.

The dice kept spinning, but everyone held their breath involuntarily, as if their hearts had stopped beating.

Investment finally stopped.

Three sixes, indeed three sixes!Take it all!

There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers all around.

Mr. Baohe smiled.

He patted his clothes, stood up slowly, and said, "I lost."

After speaking, he walked out without looking back.

"Is this the way it is?" Ju Mong asked with some unsatisfactory thoughts after taking a sip of the hookah.

"What else do you want?" Mr. Baohe asked back.

Ju Mong made a tsk-tsk sound and shook his head.

"Sure enough, it's more interesting to listen to other people's stories about this kind of thing. Do you know how people in the Qitong Kingdom spread it?"

"do not know."

"Then you want to know?"

"Do not want to know."

Ju Mong's words were blocked immediately.

"You really don't want to know?" Ju Mong asked again, unwilling to give up. "Young people should be a little curious."

"Unfortunately, I really don't want to know." Mr. Baohe replied.

No way, Ju Mong can only turn his target to others.

"Miss Ning..."

Before Ju Mong could speak, Ah Ning blocked him.

"I'm already several thousand years old." Aning said solemnly, "I don't have this curiosity."

Ju Mong was a little depressed. In his opinion, the greatest suffering in life is that you have a lot to say, but no one wants to listen to you.

"Brother Zi'an." Suddenly, Zhu Meng saw Liu Zian, walked over quickly, and said, "Do you want to hear a story?"

Liu Zian was a little strange, he didn't understand why Ju Meng suddenly wanted to tell him a story.

Could it be that this old fox is planning something?

"I don't listen." Liu Zian said, bowing his head and continuing to work on his own affairs.

"What are you doing?" Ju Meng saw Liu Zian smearing there, frowned, and asked, "Drawing?"

"I have a dream at night, and I plan to draw something in my dream, and ask Aning to help me find out what it is." Liu Zian replied.

Since he had something to do, Ju Mong naturally didn't want to disturb him, so he walked away resentfully.

"Am I just so annoying? No one wants to listen to me."

Ju Mong has never been a sentimental person, but hitting a wall three times in a row still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Lord Yixu appeared in front of his eyes.

"Yuxu-kun!" Ju Mong greeted him loudly.

Mr. Yixu turned his head, looked at him indifferently, and waited for his next words.

However, looking at Yixu-kun's indifferent face, Ju Mong suddenly lost the desire to chat.

"Young man, if you know that you have national hatred and family hatred, then you don't have to put on a sour face every day! You know, the situation changes according to your heart, and each other is born from your heart. Isn't it more important for you to put on a face every day to restore your country?" hindrance?"

Mr. Yixu meditated in his heart on the enlightenment he got in the secret realm, and forced a smile on his face.

Ju Mong was silent all of a sudden, he never thought that someone could smile so ugly.

"Forget it, it's good to be normal, and you can do whatever you want."

When Lord Yixu heard this, he immediately recovered his paralyzed expression.

"Ah!" Ju Mong looked at the sea in the distance, and suddenly sighed.

He has already explained the property of Qi Tong Country, but he is not happy at all.

He likes trouble and excitement, but this time his traveling companions are all like gourd jars. Even if something happens, he can solve it quickly, and he can't wait for it to become a big deal.

"It's so boring!" He couldn't help but sigh.

I thought Liu Zian was a troublemaker, but as soon as he got to Mr. Baohe's side, he became docile and docile, as good as a kitten.

"Something needs to be done." He thought to himself.

When Mr. Baohe came out of the cabin, he happened to see Zhu Meng's dejected look, he couldn't bear it, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Not good, very bad!" Seeing that someone was paying attention to him, Ju Mong secretly rejoiced, but on the face he put on a very sad look.

"what happened?"

"Aren't you unwilling to listen to me? Why do you still ask me?"

Mr. Baohe looked at his exaggerated performance a little dumbfounded, but on the surface he followed his words and said in relief: "I would like to listen to you, you can say it."

Mr. Baohe was so kind, but Ju Mong couldn't pretend anymore.

"You said that Mr. Yixu has a stern face all day long, does he have no other expressions?" Ju Meng asked, remembering the doubt just now.

"There are other expressions." Mr. Baohe thought for a while and said.

"what expression?"

"Can't wait to kill my expression."

Ju Mong was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"It's not kind to laugh at this time." Mr. Baohe said helplessly.

"It's nothing, I just think that if someone like you would want to kill you, wouldn't there be more people who want to kill me?" Ju Meng wiped the corner of his eyes and said, "I just don't know if I'm dead or not Will go to my grave."

"If I still remember you and I happen to have time, maybe I will." Mr. Baohe laughed.

"The conditions are harsh enough."

"Now that I have made it clear, if something happens to you later, I will never blame me under the nine springs."

Ju Mong took a big gulp of his wine.

"You are so boring, no wonder you can't find a wife." Ju Meng said, "At this time, a man who can talk will usually comfort him by saying that he will remember him, even if it is a lie."

"Isn't it something like 'I won't let you die, and if you die, I won't live'?"

"That's too exaggerated!"

"But people like this kind of pompous story."

"how do you know?"

"I often deal with booksellers, and I will know it over time."

Ju Mong smiled, but said nothing.

"Where are we going next?" Ju Mong asked, "I've been a little bored lately."

"Where do you want to go?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"I want to go to Yu Minguo." Zhu Meng's eyes revealed yearning, "I wanted to go a long time ago."

"Then go to Yumin Country."

"That depends on luck..."

"Not necessarily." Mr. Baohe paused and said, "The special envoy of the Qitong Kingdom once said something, which I think makes sense. Luck can go from good to bad, sometimes good luck can turn bad, and bad luck can also turn bad." For the better. But there is only one kind of person whose luck never changes."

"who?"

"A man of skill."

"A skilled person..." Ju Meng stood there, muttering this sentence repeatedly, trying to figure out Mr. Baohe's intentions.

Could it be that he can control his labyrinth?

Or did he have a knack for getting lost?

Ju Mong couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He believed that, as a person on board, Mr. Baohe would not harm him.

Therefore, whenever he had free time every day, Liu Zian would find Mr. Baohe standing on the deck in a daze.

"Sir, what are you looking at?" Liu Zian looked ahead, there was nothing but the sea.

"Looking at the sea." Mr. Baohe replied.

"What are you doing looking at the sea?" Liu Zian asked again.

"Ask for directions." Mr. Baohe said.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, his eyes lit up, and he said to Liu Zian, "Zian, let me teach you something."

For some reason, Liu Zian always felt that something was wrong, but he still asked, "What is it?"

"You just stand here, looking at the sea, and when you can communicate with them, ask them how to get to Yuminguo, and then tell Feng their answer intact."

"What?" Liu Zian was puzzled, completely unaware of what Mr. Baohe was talking about.

"I believe you can do it." Mr. Baohe patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll find something to eat first, and I'll come to you to take over after half an hour."

"Okay." Liu Zian nodded ignorantly.

"Isn't it just standing and looking at the sea?" He thought to himself, "It sounds quite easy."

However, he didn't realize how unbearable it was until he actually started doing it.

It's not because he's tired, it's mainly because the people around him always look at him like a fool, and point at him behind his back.

"It's so noisy!" Liu Zian turned his head and yelled at them, but his feet did not move from their original positions.

This is how he obeyed Mr. Baohe.

"Brother Zian, what are you doing standing here? Looking at the sea? Blowing the wind?" Ju Meng saw Liu Zian poking there like a pillar, and thought it was ridiculous, so he walked over and asked.

"While looking at the sea, blowing the wind." Liu Zian replied.

He remembered that Mr. Baohe's instructions included sea and wind, but he couldn't remember the specific content at all.

"It's quite elegant." Ju Mong laughed, "What do you see?"

"A little dizzy." Liu Zian said truthfully.

"It's right to be dizzy, anyone staring at the sea will get dizzy!" Zhu Meng said, "Don't look at it if you are dizzy!"

"No, sir let me watch the sea here."

"Then he didn't let you watch it all the time!"

Zhu Meng felt that Liu Zian must have misunderstood something.

Liu Zian didn't answer him this time, but still looked at Hai stubbornly.

He once swore that he would never cause trouble for Mr. Baohe again.The first step in staying out of trouble is to do everything your husband tells you to do.

Ju Mong rolled his eyes, and suddenly he had an idea.

He knows what to do.

He wanted to know what would happen to Liu Zian if the relationship between the master and apprentice broke down one day.

"The reason why Mr. Baohe has enemies may be that he usually does too well. So once there is a slight mistake, the crack will be infinitely enlarged, and finally reach the point of irreversibility." Zhu Meng thought, but he was confident The ability to turn the tide and restore it before it got too out of hand.

"It's only fun if things are troublesome!" Zhu Meng thought, with a smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Zian asked.

"It's nothing, I just think that Mr. Baohe has taken in a good apprentice." Zhu Meng laughed.

If Mr. Baohe knew Ju Mong's thoughts, he would definitely stop cooperating immediately, without any room for negotiation.

The most important things in his life are his family and friends.And Ju Mong's joke may bring him back to the original state of being alone, which he absolutely does not want to see.

However, he didn't know this...