My wife is a reborn big boss

"Daoist Master, don't be envious. If you have the same extraordinary temperament and unparalleled beauty as me, you can do it too," Wu Qiong said with a smile.

Master Ziyang gave him a deep look, and for the sake of the silver notes, he spared his life.

By the way, because Master Ziyang is the leader of the Taiqing Sect, he can only remain unmarried for life.

Wu Qiong placed his piece on the center again: "Daoist Master, please."

Half an incense stick later.

"Again!"

"Young friend, please."

Another half incense stick later.

"Again!"

"Young friend, this old Taoist priest advises you to think carefully before making a move."

And yet another half incense stick later...

Master Ziyang laughed and said, "Young friend, you have lost again."

Wu Qiong didn't care at all: "Daoist Master, could you tell me the total amount of silver spent?"

Master Ziyang took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled: "More than three thousand taels."

"I have already lost four thousand seven hundred taels to you, Daoist Master," Wu Qiong said calmly. "You may retract your decision now, Daoist Master."

"Little Xuanzi is truly blessed to have a friend like you." Master Ziyang was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "I was just saying that in anger. How could I possibly expel such a good disciple from the sect?"

"So you mean..." Wu Qiong raised an eyebrow.

"I was just kidding."

"..."

Master Ziyang suddenly became serious, his eyes deep: "Young friend, you deliberately lost so much silver to this old Taoist, you must have something to ask for, why don't you tell me?"

"The Daoist Master saw through me." Wu Qiong smiled, then said calmly, "What I seek is your sect's most prized treasure, the 'Taiqing Glazed Pendant'."

"Giving you that thing is no big deal, but I have a condition." Master Ziyang puffed on his cigarette.

Wu Qiong, with a solemn expression, cupped his hands in greeting: "Please speak, Daoist Master."

"You deliberately lost so many games to this old Taoist priest, and this old Taoist priest is not pleased with you," Master Ziyang said leisurely. "This old Taoist priest wants you to play a serious game of chess with me. If you win, the 'Taiqing Glazed Pendant' is yours; if you lose, let's not mention this matter again."

The main reason was that he had taken 4,700 taels of silver from someone for free, and even with his thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed. So he decided to take this opportunity to give him the "Taiqing Glazed Pendant".

After all, that thing was just a symbol; once it's gone, it's gone.

"Alright, since you've said so, Daoist Master, then I will no longer hold back. Please be careful, Daoist Master." Wu Qiong smiled confidently and placed his black piece on the center.

After half an incense stick's time...

"Why...why...why did I lose again?!" Wu Qiong, heartbroken, overturned the chessboard and roared to the sky.

He'd studied Go for three years! Everyone says modern Go has evolved into a game of winning by winning, so why couldn't he beat an ancient person from another world?

Well... all I can say is that he really doesn't have the talent. After all, he studied Go for three years, but he's only an amateur dan.

This is normal, after all, transmigrators who come with their own encyclopedias are all chosen ones, they understand Buddhism and are also masters of chess.

Unlike Wu Qiong, who was a game designer in his previous life, he knew nothing about making glass or cement, was bad at chess, and knew nothing about Buddhism.

I'm afraid even if I wanted to memorize a poem, I could only remember less than twenty, and for most of them I could only remember two lines.

He can only get by by practicing swordsmanship.

"Young friend... this old Daoist misjudged you." Master Ziyang sighed helplessly, "I never imagined your chess skills could be so terrible..."

Even when he deliberately lost, he couldn't win. You were given a chance, but you failed miserably...

"Master, I want to be alone..." Wu Qiong's eyes were glazed over, and he had lost faith in life.

"Who is Jingjing? Is she the top courtesan of some brothel?" Master Ziyang asked curiously. "If you'd like to have some fun, young friend, I'll invite you to take a look. I know every brothel in Taiqing City like the back of my hand."

Wu Qiong's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he was about to agree when he suddenly felt two murderous auras gathering on his back. He then said solemnly, "I appreciate the Daoist's kindness, but I am not that kind of person."

The second half of the sentence was meant for Xiaobai Shi'er.

"What a pity," sighed Master Ziyang. "The 'Dream of Yellow Millet' in Jade Flower Pavilion is truly a masterpiece, but my young friend is not fortunate enough to taste it."

He seemed to remember something and said wistfully, "Speaking of which, it was Senior Brother Zicheng who took me there back then... Never mind, let's not talk about that. The Taiqing Sect's internal competition is just around the corner, so your arrival is quite timely."

"As I travel along the way, I have seen many martial arts practitioners gathered in Taiqing City. Does your sect's grand competition open to the public?" Wu Qiong said, taking out a letter from his robes and handing it to Master Ziyang. "By the way, this is a letter entrusted to me by the Xuantian Sect to be delivered to your sect. The letter invites you to come to the Xuantian Sect to discuss how to deal with the Nine Northern Barbarian Tribes."

"The Xuantian Sect is indeed quite grand." Master Ziyang smiled as he accepted the letter: "I am aware of this matter."

"As for the sect competition you mentioned, young friend... That's right. Our sect's annual competition for young disciples has been opened to the public starting this year. Anyone can go and watch, but there is an entrance fee. Young talents under the age of thirty can also register to participate, but they also need to pay a registration fee."

"Master, I've already lost over four thousand taels of silver to you. Are we supposed to pay an entrance fee too?"

"What do you think? Playing chess is playing chess, and visiting is visiting. They are two separate things. Young friend, don't confuse them."

"...Okay, how much per person?"

"One hundred taels of silver per person, which can be settled at the mountain gate."

"Why is it so expensive?"

"The sect competition is held annually, and it's considered a unique feature of our sect. So, is it really unreasonable for the ticket price to be ten times higher than usual?"

"..."

It turns out that tourist attractions are all the same no matter which world you're in.

.........

At the Taiqing Sect's mountain gate, Wu Qiong stared silently at the sea of ​​people queuing up. How come there are so many rich people nowadays?

He turned to Master Ziyang and said, "Daoist Master, considering the four thousand seven hundred taels of silver, isn't there some kind of special passage for guests to use?"

Master Ziyang's expression was stern: "Young friend, you are mistaken. As the saying goes, Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. To the Dao of Heaven, all things in the world are equal. Why do you want to distinguish yourself from others? Such thoughts are unacceptable."

Is this phrase appropriate for this context? Wu Qiong sighed, "What the Daoist says makes sense, but we'll have to trouble you to wait here with us."

"That won't be necessary." Master Ziyang smiled slightly. "Today, I've received a windfall of 4,700 taels of silver. I need to go back and count the notes properly. Farewell."

After saying that, he walked past the crowd in line and swaggered into the mountain gate.

"..." Wu Qiong stared in disbelief as his figure disappeared into the mountain gate.

What happened to the saying that Heaven and Earth are ruthless and treat all things like straw dogs?