The last four words fell, like Mount Tai, Shui Menghan suddenly looked dark. She was also a flexible person, and immediately pointed out: "Senior, are you sure that I will lose?"

This was filled with a hint of anger.

Hearing the anger in her words, the other person didn't care at all, but said casually: "As expected... you really have the general outline of the 'Nine Styles of the Divine Sword'... Did that guy copy it to you? Forget it... it doesn't matter. That guy's sword is good, but it's someone else's sword after all. The aura is wrong, and it's not appropriate to practice too much..."

"...In this way, we need the first four styles, the 'Moon Character Rule'."

"This matter is big and big...you may make the decision?"

After the words were finished, I could only hear the nameless anger in Shui Menghan's heart rising... But the more she waited, the calmer she became. After taking a long breath, she said: "Okay! I will take this fight! Please come to my senior!"

"...No need to hold that painting, choose the gambling game at will, the technique will be free, the thousand will be free, everything will be free..."

The words fell down.

"Let's start now."

...

...

Shui Menghan is still too young after all.

She didn't know that the uncle of Xuanmen and the master of Xuanmen had competed in various strange ways many times in open and secretly. However, the master of Xuanmen studied the gods, whether it was cultivation, combat, or fishing, flower cultivation, etc.... The uncle of Xuanmen never beat the master of Xuanmen once.

But...that is the exception of a competition, which is called a bet.

As long as I went to the gambling table, my uncle never missed it.

In modern terms, that is, as long as it is a gambling game, you can use the external plug-in and internal plug-in, and the opposite side will be tortured to you.

Even the endlessly knowledgeable master of Xuanmen back then could not defeat his uncle at this point if he tried his best... How could Shui Menghan win over this Xuanmen Gambling God?

So... someone with anger was defeated in a gorgeous and magnificent way. She challenged repeatedly and changed several gambling games... Pai Jiu, dice... After various "changes", supplemented by means of cultivators, such as concreteization and other changes in rules... However, without exception, they all lost.

Shui Menghan only felt that she was facing an insurmountable peak. Even if the gambling method she racked her brains to make up, she would be seen through by the uncle at first sight, and then she would crush her, the "rule creator"...

A feeling of powerlessness surged in Shui Menghan's heart.

"It's already one hundred and one game... do you still need to continue?"

It is natural that the uncle of the junior teacher cannot "defend the outcome by bullying one game". In fact, the condition he gave Shui Menghan was - "You can compare as many games as you want. As long as you can win one game, even if you win, until you don't want to compete, you will lose."

This condition seems quite generous, and it is clearly an opportunity for Shui Menghan to challenge unlimitedly. It seems that as long as you continue to challenge, there will always be success... But after losing more than 100 games in a row, Shui Menghan finally realized one thing, that is, to defeat the opponent at the gambling table, at least you have to exercise until the end of time...

Such an obvious gap can only be described as a world of difference...

"I am surely... the uncle of the Xuanmen."

Although gambling games seem like paths, Shui Menghan knows that the two of them competed just now was definitely not a gambling game in the ordinary sense... And how can those who can fully control the rules and go against home games in the away game just focus on paths?

After pondering for a while, Shui Menghan finally let go of her clenched fists. She sighed: "No need to compete anymore, it's the younger generation who lost."

"Oh? I gave up after only one hundred and one game..." A slightly puzzled voice came from the opposite side, and then slowly turned to praise, "Good... I know how to advance and retreat."

"...It's not advancing and retreating, but I've just realized the gap between me and my predecessors. Therefore, I should temper myself in order to turn defeat into victory one day, rather than entanglement at this moment." When Shui Menghan "sayed defeat", he was unwilling to accept it, but after saying it, he still accepted it calmly and continued it lightly.

"...It's interesting..." Hearing the sound, the praise in the voice became stronger, but he continued, "Since that's the case, I'll give you a word of what my senior brother once said..."

"You can never defeat yourself if you want to lose."

Hearing the sound, Shui Menghan was shocked suddenly, his eyes were puzzled: "Is it impossible to be defeated?"

"It's the literal meaning... You are neither Qing'er nor the second brother, nor the one in the Demon Realm, or your father, your master, or even the senior brother... There are so many powerful people in the world, how can you be invincible for life when you walk in the world? You are afraid of defeat and are stuck in the way, and you are afraid of the unknown and are delayed. I think it is your current bottleneck... If you lose tonight, it may be a good thing for you."

After these words, Shui Menghan suddenly felt thoughtful... Especially the first few names in the uncle's words made him pay more attention to...

"Has even those... two people lost?"

It’s not that she doesn’t believe what the other side says, but that the two are famous beings... they are the “saints” and “demons” in the “Saints and Demons”, and they are still the most powerful beings even in the Xuanmen... but they didn’t expect that they had failed before?

It's really...unthinkable.

"I've lost. When the second child was not as tall as you, he secretly ran out to fight the Demon Emperor. He was beaten up by others and finally escaped back easily. Qing'er was also taught a lesson by your master. He lay on the bed for a few days and was laughed at by others..."

After these extremely casual words, they spoke out the past of the two powerful men in an almost joking way... Shui Menghan was stunned at first, and then became extremely interested.

Just listen to the place where you continue.

"Do you think they never thought they would lose before challenging it? No, they knew they would lose, but they still went to challenge it."

"I have never lost a single defeat since my debut. It sounds so majestic, but it is actually just a ridiculous reputation. I have never even failed. How can I reach the top? To put it bluntly, the strong have been strong for a long time, and I feel like I have fallen into a beautiful dream without reflecting on myself... So I often invited my senior brother to fight, and my senior brother also took the initiative to invite me to play... The key is here."

After the long story ended, Shui Menghan fell into deep thoughts. After a long time, she raised her head slightly, clasped her fists and said respectfully: "I'll be taught!"

As she spoke, a sea blue light suddenly appeared in her hand. As her jade fingers lightly tapped, the blue light suddenly condensed, and a newly painted golden jade slip fell on the table at the front of the temple.

I saw a crescent seal on the jade slip...

"Nine Styles of the Divine Sword, Moon Character Rule..."

A distant sound came from that place, as if nostalgic and sad, and after all the complexity, it turned into a hint of indifference.

Hearing the sound, Shui Menghan didn't ask much. After putting down the jade slip, she clasped her fists and said, "Then... I'll ask senior for everything, I'll say goodbye to me."

There was no movement there.

Shui Menghan turned around, but before stepping out, she couldn't help but turn around and ask an uncontrollable question in her heart: "Senior... why don't you go back to Xuanmen?"

What responded to her was a silence, and then a "serious" word.

"I can't beat my senior brother now, what should I do when I go back?"

This statement seemed to be inconsistent with the previous one, but Shui Menghan heard the true meaning. She couldn't help but smile, turned around, went out, and left to face the moon. She no longer dragged on the mud, but just left a word that echoed here.

"It's really worthy of being a Xuanmen, you are shameless or casual?"

When these words also dissipated with the night wind, a purple robe appeared in the scene. He looked at the "blunt sword painting" and thoughtfully...

"...Senior Brother, is this the person you chose for Xiao'er? Well, he is a good child, he is just a little stubborn and loves to hold grudges."

After a pause, his eyes slightly curled, and with a stroke of his right hand, a row of floating words suddenly appeared on the table...

"She? The third...a whimsical thing?"

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Chapter completed!