The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Brother, are you sure?"

"That's natural. Although I'm not involved in the casino, there is a slang saying that if you buy it, you will leave. I'm afraid it will break the rules if you change it rashly?"

Zhang Qinghe looked as usual and discussed gambling with Li Ping'an like a curious baby, but secretly beat him and reminded him not to make any small moves.

Li Ping'an's calm face suddenly fell. He had known that since the opponent had the confidence to open the market, he was confident that he would not lose.

But Li Ping'an really wanted to gamble, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to change his destiny.

He gritted his teeth, but still held the Sic Bo, a little hesitant.

"Then open the dice cup!"

A true gambler is not only able to win, but also dares to lose, even if all his capital has been bet.

After absorbing the concept of the emperor's spiritual vision, he could see the flow of spiritual energy of the Lingbao very clearly, as if the process of the dice cup being tossed was directly reflected.

Li Ping'an was indeed shaking well and steadily, but he couldn't see clearly as well as Zhang Qinghe.

Li Ping'an slowly opened the dice cup, vaguely revealing a few points inside, and only later could he get a full picture.

Three sixes, leopard.

Li Pingan seemed a little frustrated, losing to others in his best field.

he asked luckily

——"Brother, did you predict that I would definitely choose the one with the lowest probability? But the truth is false, and the truth is false. How did you conclude that I would definitely pick out this leopard?"

Li Ping'an did a good job in managing his emotions. His disappointment after losing was undeniable, but it didn't look like he had lost miserably.

Even if Zhang Qinghe and Wang Zhixin don't dare to touch him, in this case, it is reasonable for all their assets to be taken away, and no matter how big or small the bet is, losing is always frustrating.

Even a source as big as a sesame seed.

But he was only disappointed, not regretful.

Zhang Qinghe shook his head, took a sip of the hot soup, and looked at Wang Zhixin, who also looked like a curious baby, planning to explain.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to reveal it to Li Ping'an.

"Brother, please shake it again."

Li Ping'an wavered again amid doubts.

"big……"

"Small……"

"Small……"

"big……"

After Zhang Qinghe said without hesitation the size of the dice in the dice cup, Li Ping'an fell into disbelief.

In his opinion, it was completely impossible to understand the size of the dice cup before reaching the third realm. Could it be that Zhang Qinghe relied on his amazing intuition to be able to do this? Isn't it true that God will favor him?

"Come again!"

Seeing that Li Pingan's hand was sluggish, Zhang Qinghe urged, Li Pingan was doubtful, he had already proven his ability, what else did the man in front of him want?

But the next scene left him, an old gambler and a playboy, stunned.

"Five o'clock."

"Fifteen o'clock old."

"Seven o'clock."

Li Ping'an thought of the rumors that there was a kind of person who had a natural gambling fortune and was self-taught. This was exactly what Zhang Qinghe was doing at the moment.

Thinking of this, Li Ping'an seemed to see a shaking source tree, a rising star in the gambling world.

"I don't know your surname, brother?"

"I'm Zhang Qinghe, this is Wang Zhixin."

Zhang Qinghe pointed and studied himself carefully, trying to figure out the reason behind Wang Zhi's mind.

Apparently this curious baby still held back his questions when he saw an outsider.

“It turns out it’s Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, whose name is like thunder and has been admired for a long time!!!”

Li Ping'an knew little about the rumors about the monks in Chang'an School. He thought that there would be a few geniuses, but he didn't expect to meet these two top-notch ones.

My heart is excited.

Moreover, the recent deeds of this Brother Zhang are very like a man of my generation.

Zhang Qinghe was a little confused. It seemed that he was still kept in the dark about the death of Li Qingluo?

"For now, if nothing else, I'm afraid your brother will belong to us now!" Zhang Qinghe mentioned this matter intentionally.

Unexpectedly, Li Pingan nodded repeatedly, suddenly very free and easy.

"I, Li Pingan, will only follow Brother Zhang's lead from now on. Even if I are sold to Cut Sleeve House, I will..."

Come on, you just didn't expect me to dare.

I……

I really don't dare.

Li Qingluo died in his hands. Although he had done nothing wrong, who knew his father's attitude.

Through rumors and negotiation, it was found that the Demon Suppressing King was a reasonable person, but how to be reasonable was another matter.

However, Zhang Qinghe vaguely noticed in Li Ping'an a temperament similar to Zhou Huaian's. He was a master who did not care about means and means to achieve his goals.

It is like a copper pea that cannot be steamed, boiled or cooked, beaten or stir-fried.

"There's nothing I want Brother Li to do for the time being. Brother Li just thinks he owes me a favor. I'd like to hear what Brother Li said earlier."

"Where do you come from with such lofty opinions? Brother Zhang wants to hear my detailed explanation in the future, but what Brother Zhang said earlier is a bit biased." Li Ping'an said.

"How can it be a favor? How can it be just a favor? I put myself as a bet. Could it be that it is just a cheap favor that can only be passed off as a common man like me? Cheap! Too cheap!"

Li Pingan was furious, and the smell of alcohol spread out with the dance of his hands.

Fortunately, the atmosphere in this restaurant was noisy and bustling, so it was not unusual for him to be like this.

"I am willing to be the pioneer for Brother Zhang from now on! If Brother Zhang despises my low ability, then give up! If not, I will have to support you under the bridge when Brother Zhang crosses the bridge in the future."

Why did this sound so wrong? Zhang Qinghe frowned.

"To show my sincerity, I have a plan to make a fortune, and I share it with Brother Zhang."

After finding out their identities, Li Ping'an also knew the whereabouts of these two people, so he didn't say anything about Wang Zhixin.

He knew that this little saint was the most money-hungry.

"Brother Zhang of Jucaixuan knows..."

"The largest gambling house in Chang'an City."

"With Brother Zhang's ability, wouldn't it be wonderful to make a lot of money?"

"The water in places like gambling houses is unfathomable..."

"Hey, it's okay. Brother Wang is here, I am here, and Brother Zhang's jade pendant is also there." Li Pingan patted his chest.

Ah, this...this can be done for a while.

Zhang Qinghe originally came to inquire about the news, but he was actually very moved by the news.

His soul and body were damaged, and he was short of a few precious medicines.

In other words, if you get a few more precious medicines, it won’t be a big deal to ask the gods in the future.

"I have become Brother Zhang's, which means that Brother Zhang has become one of his own. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. When Brother Zhang is rich, I will also be rich. In the end, we will all be rich together." .”

Logic genius, Zhang Qinghe gave a thumbs up.

However, in fact, Li Ping'an was once a commoner, but he wanted to get involved in spiritual practice like crazy, but the Demon Suppressor King inexplicably refused to allow it. All methods, resources and even knowledge channels were banned. No one in the huge Chang'an City dared to do what he wanted. Guide, this is the crux of his playfulness.

There were rumors that it was because Li Ping'an was not of the bloodline of the Demon Suppressing King, but there was no evidence and no one dared to openly ask why.

For Li Ping'an, it was good to win this bet. He could use this as an excuse to enroll in the school directly, without allowing his rigid father any room to interfere. But even if he loses, it is a precious opportunity for him to make friends with two talented people who can walk in the world with jade pendants.

This was the main reason why he dared to suppress himself.

Is there anything more licking than a contract of betrayal?

He was a good gambler, a speculator, and he never took part in a gamble that had no profit.

You may win, but I won't lose.

Besides, these two people are Iron-Blooded Swordsmen and Little Saints, and Zhang Qinghe’s gambling skills are divine.

Even if you are flattering, you must flatter him. The son of the Demon Suppressing King is willing to be a dog and a horse, and Li Tuizhi's face must be so ugly.

Instead, Li Ping'an felt a sense of revenge, and there was even a trace of hatred in his eyes.

In the other courtyard, Li Shaobai suddenly felt a numbness in his heart, and then he woke up. He dreamed that Lao Xu's ruler was attached to his Wucheng Dao and was being slapped firmly on him, which was particularly sour.

"It's strange. I haven't been touched by a ruler in the past hundred years. How can I still dream about such a terrible thing?"