Song of Adolescence

Lei Wujie wiped the sweat from his forehead, and clasped his fists at the man holding the sword in front of him: "I have accepted."

The sleeve of the right hand of the man with the sword was smashed to pieces, and he was not annoyed. On the contrary, he smiled freely and easily: "The skill is not as good as the human."

Lei Wujie pointed to the stairs: "Then I will go up."

"Go, but the man upstairs is not easy to deal with." The man with the sword inserted the sword back into the sheath, and patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder, "It's hard for you."

"Is the thirteenth floor so difficult to get through?" Lei Wujie patted the package around him and smiled confidently, "I still have a bit of strength."

"Seeing that you have kept your hand, don't show it off to me. I think you have a straightforward character, but the person upstairs is cunning and changeable. He doesn't practice much kung fu, but he understands a lot of evil ways. So I advise you to be careful." Leaning aside, "Go up."

Cunning and changeable? Could there be that fox called Xiao Se cunning? Lei Wujie thought about Xiao Se, who was sitting in the bread shop and waiting for him to get five hundred taels of silver. He smiled wryly, thanked the man with the sword, and walked up. After he stepped on the thirteenth floor, he clasped his fists loudly and said: "Lei Jiabao Lei Wujie, Lei Wujie, come to worship the pavilion."

However, no one responded to him. Lei Wujie looked up and saw a man wearing a white cloak with his back facing him. A big word was printed on the back of that white cloak.

bet.

"Under Lei Jiabao, Lei Wujie, come to worship the pavilion." Lei Wujie said loudly again.

The man still ignored him.

"Lei Jiabao Lei Boom..." Lei Wujie decided to repeat it one last time.

"Hush!" The man turned around. He was a teenager who was as big as Lei Wujie. His complexion was pale, and there was a hint of impatience between his eyebrows. He put his index finger to his lips and stared at Lei Wujie fiercely. At a glance.

Lei Wujie was taken aback: "What?"

"Come here." The man waved his hand at Lei Wujie and whispered.

Lei Wujie hurriedly walked over, the person leaned to his side. Only after Lei Wujie discovered that there were two carved and lifelike dolls behind him, with something like a chessboard in the middle, which seemed to be playing against each other.

"Do you know what this is?" the man asked him.

"I don't know." Lei Wujie answered honestly.

"The immortal takes six chopsticks and faces the corner of Botai. This is called Liubo. It is said that this is an endgame, and the endgame contains peerless martial arts. If it can be solved, it is better than twenty years of hard training." The man explained. "I just saw a little doorway when you broke in. You said, how do you have to pay me?"

Lei Wujie was embarrassed: "Is it impossible to pay five hundred taels."

"Go on the road." The man patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up. "A discount, three hundred taels will do."

Lei Wujie thought to himself that he should really introduce him to Xiao Se.

"Would you like to wait for me to break into the pavilion?" Lei Wujie hesitated and said.

The man nodded and flicked his sleeve: "Okay, what do you say to bet?"

Lei Wujie didn't understand: "What?"

The man "tsk" impatiently: "Aipu, Liubo, Pai Gow, Xuanhe, Ma Diao, I ask you what you bet on. You quickly choose one."

Lei Wujie was confused: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

The man sighed and looked like he hated iron for not making steel. Then he took out a bunch of messy gambling equipment from behind and placed them on the table: "You martial artists, the so-called competition, is there only one type of fighting? My cabinet, you have to listen to me, I don’t compete in martial arts, only gambling! Do you compare? Don’t you go to the cabinet.”

Lei Wujie shook his head: "No, no, no."

"Then you beat me to death." The man stretched out his hands like a rascal.

"What?" Lei Wujie was taken aback.

"Either you kill me and step over my corpse. Or bet me, you choose one?"

Lei Wujie only felt that the person in front of him was unreasonable, so he understood what the advice of the twelfth-level person meant, and he could only shake his head: "If you don't fight back, how can I do it with you?"

"So you gamble or not?"

Lei Wujie was stunned. After a long time, he said, "I won't."

"No one?"

"Not one."

"Think about it again."

"It seems... there will be one."

"what?"

"Roll the dice and guess the size!"

The man sighed, waved his hand, and swept the pile of gambling equipment on the ground, leaving only an empty dice box: "Guess the size and guess the size. It's boring."

"Is it really impossible to compete?" Lei Wujie asked tentatively.

"No! Just bet on the dice, two wins in three rounds!" The man said firmly, picked up the treasure box and shook it for a long time before placing it on the table, "Guess it."

"Big..." Lei Wujie hesitated. He didn't have the ability to listen to the wind and discern positions like Tang Lian's, nor did he have the bleak gambling skills, so he could only guess.

The man opened the slit and showed a regretful expression: "It's a pity, you guessed it wrong. It's Xiao."

Lei Wujie only felt that this was much more difficult than fighting underneath. His back was already saturated with sweat: "Really?"

The man opened the treasure box: "Thirty-one, you can't be smaller!"

Lei Wujie slumped weakly on the chair.

"Come on for the second one?" The man couldn't wait to shake the treasure box in his hand again.

Lei Wujie thought for a while and said, "I want to go to the cabinet and have a bowl of soy milk. We will bet on the remaining two games later?"

"Obviously there is only one game left." The man smiled confidently, "Go ahead. Just remember to bring the silver."

Lei Wujie nodded, turned around and jumped down from the window of the Thirteenth Pavilion.

The whole city was shocked by this leap. For so many years, people in Xiaguan City have not seen anyone who can reach the tenth floor for a long time. But this time, someone suddenly jumped down from the thirteenth floor, and he was such a young boy, which really surprised them.

The red dress seemed to be completely unharmed. After jumping from the thirteenth floor, he rushed to the bun shop where he came from the beginning and sat down. The little Er who had originally despised him was stunned, and only felt that the young man in red was already a fairy.

Xiao Se had already ordered a pot of tea and was drinking slowly. He saw Lei Wujie making such a big movement, but he didn't even lift his eyelids. He just blew the hot tea in his hand, lazily. Said: "I was beaten down on the thirteenth floor? You are weaker than I thought."

"Not yet, but on the thirteenth floor, I met a strange person. He didn't compete with me, but he wanted to compete with me in gambling. Listening to you bragging along the way, saying that you gambled at the Apocalypse City Qianjintai, you have to help me A handful." Lei Wujie enthusiastically poured a cup of tea for Xiao Se.

Xiao Se tapped the table three times with his fingers: "Add three hundred taels. A total of eight hundred taels."

Lei Wujie gritted his teeth: "No problem!"

Xiao Se raised his eyes: "Say."

Lei Wujie described the strange person he had met once and for all, and continued to say that he had bet on the first game and was defeated.

"The one you met should be a disciple of Xueyue City Yin Luoxia. Yin Luoxia was born with a good gambler, and later lost three consecutive gambling games with Qiang Xian Sikong Changfeng, and was forced to enter Xueyue City as an elder. After entering Xueyue City, only one disciple was accepted, and she was as addicted to gambling as her." Xiao Se thought for a while and said, "After you gamble with him, what strange behavior does he do?"

Lei Wujie recalled, and said: "He opened a slit first and took a look. Then he said I lost."

"There is a hidden compartment under the treasure box." Xiao Se said without hesitation. "He takes a look first. If you are wrong, then open the box directly. If you are right, he gently clicks at the bottom. Dial, the positive and negative of the dice on the top are completely changed, and you lose. Of course, the essence of the so-called gambling technique is still the same, you believe that you will win, then you will win!"

Lei Wujie ignored the heroic and dry cloud of Xiao Se's second half of the sentence, but suddenly realized the first half of the sentence: "That's it! But Xiao Se, why do you know so much..."

Xiao Se put down the teacup and frowned slightly.

Lei Wujie was so frightened that he immediately ran to the Dengtian Pavilion. The man named Xie Yanshu who had been punched to fly was still sitting on the doorstep to bask in the sun. Seeing Lei Wujie coming over, he smiled and said:" Brother Lei is back again."

Lei Wujie didn't have time to pay attention to him, and stepped over his head again.

Xie Yanshu tickled and sighed, "If you have poor skill, you deserve to be bullied."

"Little Master, the man in red came and left. It seems that he really just took a break and has not been beaten down. If this continues, all the limelight today will be taken away." The book boy looked anxious.

"Don't worry, wait for him to reach the sixteenth floor, see the son, I will go up and drive him down, it also saves us the strength to climb layer by layer." The scholar was not anxious, lying on horseback , Holding a book slowly watching.

"Little Master, there is really no one in the world who is lazier than you." The book boy took off the rein in angrily.

"Since we are all waiting for him to come down from the pavilion, why not come here for a cup of tea?" Suddenly a voice sounded, and the book boy looked in that direction in surprise, only to see a young man in a green shirt holding a cup of tea. , Looking at them with a smile.

It is bleak.

The scholar put down the book in his hand and glanced at it interestingly.

"Ziwei looked at her breath and looked for the dragon. What can you see?" Xiao Se said quietly.

The Shuboy was startled, and the peach wood sword on his back trembled, almost rising to the sky.

"Fei Xuan, don't move." With a light wave of his hand, the scholar pressed down the peach wood sword. "This Xiongtai does not know how to martial arts."

"Wang Qi technique has three levels: exploring the air, observing the mind, and seeking the dragon. You only have cultivated to the first level." Xiao Se said.

"Xiongtai said I was wrong? Xiongtai is actually a hidden master?" The scholar said with a smile.

"No, you are right, I don't know martial arts. I really just want to invite two of you to have a cup of tea."

"Just a cup of tea?"

"Since I met the Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain, I naturally want to count it as a trigram." Xiao Se looked at the scholar.

The scholar smiled: "This is the wrong person. I only learn swordsmanship from the master, but don't pass the law."

"What about this little friend?" Xiao Se turned to look at the boy again.

The book boy snorted coldly.