It snowed heavily for three days and three nights. After the snow broke out, the wind howled for several days. When the sky cleared, Liushi Peak was covered with a layer of ice and snow armor, shining with dazzling light everywhere.

Time flies by, and this day is the end of the year. At Yu Yao's suggestion, Wei Shiqi put on a brand new gray robe. He made an exception and did not go to Xiong Yan Cliff to practice swordsmanship. He took Yu Yao to visit the old man in Dinglu Pit.

Feng, sent him some food and wine, drank a few bowls of wine with him, and said congratulations on the new year. Old Feng spent all day and night smelting Horcruxes, and didn't even remember that the end of the year was here. After Wei Shiqi reminded him, he suddenly realized it and hesitated.

After a while, he said that he would go to Wentang Valley to watch the game in the evening to cheer him up and encourage him.

Wei Shiqi guessed that the cheers and cheers were in vain. His true intention was probably to see with his own eyes the effect of the Horcrux in actual combat.

There are public games at the end of the year, and there are also private games. The public games are for the disciples who enter the gambling game to win the prizes and recommend their elder sect masters to gamble. The private games are hosted by the disciples of each sect.

To name a few.

"If you have any good things, just put them on me, I won't let you down!" Before leaving, Wei Shiqi said half jokingly and half seriously. He didn't know whether Old Feng listened, but Yu Yao

On the contrary, his eyes flickered and his mouth smiled, as if he decided to place a heavy bet on him.

After bidding farewell to Lao Feng, the two of them walked around Liushi Peak, looking at the snowy scenery and occasionally saying a few words, until the Golden Crow fell in the west and the Jade Rabbit rose in the east.

Under the bright moonlight, everything was silent. Three clouds sounded leisurely, and the lingering sound lingered. After a pause, three more sounds were heard. That was Taoist Ziyang summoning the direct disciples of Kunlun. The clouds struck one hundred and eight.

After the announcement, the year-end gambling is about to begin.

Yu Yao straightened Wei Shiqi's clothes and whispered: "It's almost done, let's go!"

In the Wentang Valley of Liushi Peak, the hot springs are gurgling, the mist is lingering, the ancient trees are vigorous, and countless night talismans are hanging on the branches of the trees. The brilliance shines all over the valley, making the valley look like day. The sect leaders and elders of the direct lineage of Kunlun are all here, as well as the second and third generations of disciples.

Many people came, and they all stood in silence, waiting for the leader, Taoist Ziyang, to speak.

"At the end of the year, the mountains are covered by heavy snow, and idleness is idleness. Why not start a gambling game, make it lively, and be the leader or elder of the clan to shed some blood and make a fortune so that the disciples can have something to look forward to." For Taoist Ziyang.

, the year-end gambling game may be just a game, but there are very few people on Flowing Stone Peak who are as open-minded as he is.

The gambling game at the end of the year is a stage for Kunlun Junyan to show his strength. It is a good opportunity for disciples of various sects to observe and practice sword techniques. After every gambling game, there will always be a number of amazing and talented disciples who will fight fiercely and gain enlightenment or breakthroughs.

The bottleneck is that one's cultivation is rapid, or one's soul is so blessed that he creates a brand new sword art and becomes the backbone of the sect. The ability of each sect to innovate and inherit the inheritance depends largely on these talents with unique talents. Everyone knows this.

bright.

For example, Chu Ge of the Five Elements Sect, and Du Mo of the Poison Sword Sect. In sharp contrast, the Gouyan Sect was removed from the direct line, and the Feiyu Sect was declining day by day.

Taoist Ziyang stood under an old Populus euphratica tree and looked at the sky through the sparse branches and leaves. When the moon reached its zenith, the clouds rang out one hundred and eight times. He coughed lightly and said: "It's almost time, Master Shi.

Let the disciples from each sect come forward and see how lucky they are."

The leader of the Poison Sword Sect, Shi Tiezhong, agreed, took three steps, took out a half-new storage bag, and said: "The disciples participating in the gambling game, each come forward to touch a lottery ticket, and place it on the stone platform next to the tree.

superior."

Wei Shiqi deliberately lagged behind, and waited for everyone to step forward before slowly following him. With a glance, he saw a total of fourteen disciples including him, green, red, white and gray, and dressed in different colors. He remembered

Xi Huzi once said that Kunlun's direct disciples practice different sword techniques, and their uniform colors are divided into green, vermilion, white, and black, which correspond to the four sword techniques of Qingming, Honglian, Zhuyin, and Chaos. After staying at Liushi Peak for these years, naturally

I know that the disciples of each sect do not strictly observe the difference in clothing and color on weekdays, but on a big occasion like the year-end gambling game, all the heads and elders of the sect are present, and no one dares to violate the rules.

Among the fourteen disciples, two were wearing green clothes, four were wearing red clothes, three were wearing white clothes, and the rest were all wearing gray clothes. Wei Shiqi noticed that no one was wearing black clothes, just as Qingming said

, Chaos Art is difficult to learn, difficult to practice, and difficult to break through. For hundreds of years, only his cheap master who has never met has mastered it.

Those who are qualified to enter the gambling game are all the most outstanding figures from each of the direct sects. Wei Shiqi has seen them one by one. Most of them are unfamiliar faces. The only ones who have met once before are Shi Chuandeng from the Sword Control Sect, Huo Mian from the Five Elements Sect, and Du.

He Yu from the Sword Sect, Yu Youhuan from the Feiyu Sect. Among the crowd, Wei Shiqi remained inconspicuous. Although Jiang Yongshou had an old grudge with him, they were both under the Sword Control Sect, so he did not expose his secrets.

, everyone’s understanding of him was still in the Poison Spider Valley, where he defeated Peng Yi with one sword, destroyed the Biluo Sword, received Du Mo’s five-cut sword energy, and retreated.

This is not enough to make them afraid.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fourteen disciples who entered the gambling room stepped forward one after another, put their hands into the storage bag, took out a lottery ticket, showed it to everyone, and then placed it on the stone platform aside. Du Mo held the sword and

Carve his name next to the lottery head. The elders of the sect who were watching, relying on their knowledge, commented on the lottery head taken out by the Poison Sword Sect one by one, and explained to the disciples what the effect of this elixir was and the magical use of that magic weapon.

Some who didn't know it would twirled their beards and pretended to be mysterious, and smiled without answering. Those who were amused for a while, knew what was interesting, and joined in the fun, whispered and laughed, adding a third of excitement to the hot spring valley.

The end-of-year gambling game is all about this excitement.

Shi Chuandeng was the fifth one to step forward and took out a plate of snake slough from his storage bag. He twisted it into a ball, which was dark and dusty and not amazing in appearance. The surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, obviously they didn't recognize anyone.
Chapter completed!