Shen Fengshu said it casually, but no one in the crowd took it as casual, and they all thought about it thoughtfully.
It seems, seems, maybe, maybe, maybe, there is some truth to it, huh?
Bang, Xiaomei, who was trying to comprehend the great truth, was woken up by Shen Fengshu's violent shock. She couldn't help but cover her beautiful little forehead, and looked at her master with an aggrieved face, wondering why he wanted to knock her.
"Cultivation is stupid? What are you thinking about?" Shen Fengshu was also very angry: "You take it seriously when you say it casually? This is just a common pastime, and it's a great way. Where can there be so many great ways to understand? It's inexplicable. !”
Xiaomei pursed her lips and looked aggrieved. It was obviously the master who said it himself, and he was talking about himself in turn. It was true.
Since you don't play cards, then do something else. Anyway, everyone understands what Shen Fengshu means. Don't indulge in one thing all the time. Changing your mood and relaxing your emotions are still beneficial to your practice.
After playing mahjong to relax, they naturally did whatever they wanted to do. After taking a short meal and rest, everyone went about their own activities.
Ding Jian hugged his sword Bess and found a quiet place to wreak havoc on flowers and trees. If flowers, plants and trees had ears, Yichen still maintained his simple style, chanting sutras and doing homework. Instead, Xiao Mei took the mahjong tiles. Then, I happily set up a stall with a few sisters and started having fun. I had been watching Shen Fengshu and the others playing, and I had already learned to have itchy hands.
Already.
Xiaoman must be happily following Shen Feng's book. Even if she is watching from the side while Shen Feng is writing and drawing, she is still happy. She is in love.
Ever since Shen Fengshu learned how to superimpose space and the real world from the breeding ground, the place where everyone now plays cards is also in an exquisite manor deep in the mountains.
Of course, the manor was refined by Zheng Kangping, and it had always been in the world before, but now it is integrated with the mountain scenery, but it is natural, as if it has been rooted here for a long time, and it is extremely harmonious. A beautiful mountain scenery picture is useless. How long did it take for Feng Shu to be completed? The spiritual energy entered his body, and there was another mountain scene on the planet in the sea of consciousness. As for the increase in the spiritual consciousness threads, Shen Feng Shu had already stopped paying attention. There were too many, and they reached a certain level.
The situation is already one large piece, integrated into one, and one branch can be split off at any time if needed.
"Brother Shen's calligraphy is becoming more and more like a famous artist!" Xiaoman has been patiently watching Shen Fengshu finish practicing calligraphy, and then he happily praised. Compared with painting, Shen Fengshu's calligraphy has also begun to have a better quality. A new look. After practicing hard for so many years, I have always adhered to the regular script and do not need the free-flowing fonts like running script and cursive script. In addition, Shen Fengshu copied the Yan style, which is vaguely
With some muscles and bones, he can be regarded as unique in this world.
Even Xiaoman feels that Shen Fengshu's calligraphy has a style. I believe that it won't be long before Shen Fengshu can be called a master of both calligraphy and painting.
"Oh my God!" Just when Shen Fengshu was about to secretly kiss me with Xiaoman, a cursing voice sounded next to him: "What kind of thing is that little guy playing? Does that count as music?"
The two of them turned around and saw that the living ancestor with delicate skin and long beard was floating over with a bored expression on his face. A closer look revealed that the green rattan holding him under his feet was not a loyal security guard. A twisted vine?
No need to ask, this must be the poor old man who was poisoned by Ding Jian's sword energy Bess.
After Shen Fengshu took over the breeding ground, or it couldn't be said to be taking over, but just saved the breeding ground, and learned to superimpose the world of satisfaction in reality, the ancestor Jiang could come and go freely, and wander around as he pleased.
It seemed that the old man was tired of staying in one place for hundreds of years. After arriving at the new place, the old man happily wandered around to see what was new. However, he was unlucky and bumped into Ding Jian practicing the piano. To be honest, Ding Jian was practicing. The music is not unpleasant, but this guy likes the excitement of the super bass, so the bass sound is very unique. In addition, when this guy practices the piano, he also mixes sword energy with it, which is already heartbreaking.
The liver-scratching super bass and the lingering sword energy are simply not something most people can appreciate.
If it had been anyone else, Ancestor Jiang might have been swallowed by the Blood Tangle Vine, but wasn't this a junior whom he had just met? How could he bully a younger one? So Ancestor Jiang could only run away.
Just as Shen Fengshu was about to say something to explain, Jiang Zuzong suddenly let out a startled sound and stared in one direction intently.
"Huh? What is that?" Jiang Zuzong was very curious as he looked at the little sisters playing mahjong together with big smiles on their faces, and his expression suddenly brightened.
"Well, it's a game thing I made." Shen Fengshu quickly explained.
"How to play?" Jiang Zuzong's eyes seemed to be shining as he stared at Mahjong.
So many beautiful vixens turned a blind eye, but Old Man Jiang only saw a few boring mahjong tiles. He really didn't understand the style.
Shen Fengshu put away the calligraphy and painting stall with a wave of his hand, and brought Jiang Zuzong to Xiaomei and the others. While letting them continue playing, Shen Fengshu began to explain in detail how to play mahjong tiles.
"Interesting! Interesting!" The gameplay of Mahjong is so simple that even foreigners who don't understand Chinese at all can instantly understand the gameplay through a formula, let alone a living ancestor who has lived for so long and became a spirit.
"Play with me!" After understanding it clearly, Jiang Zuzong didn't say anything, and directly pulled Shen Fengshu and Xiaoman to play. Because one of the three was missing, he even pulled the honest and honest Yichen over. There was no need for Xiaoman. Mei and the others returned the mahjong, Jiang Zuzong just reached out and grabbed it into the void, and a dark piece of wood appeared in his hand. After stroking it with his fingers a few times, the wood turned into a black block of uniform size, with almost almost a pattern.
They all appeared at the same time. It can be said that in an instant, a deck of mahjong tiles was completed.
"What kind of material is this?" Shen Fengshu was surprised when he touched it. It looked like wood but not wood, like jade but not jade. It was smooth and round, and it was not the wood he thought at first.
The size of the cards is just right. When you hold it in your hand, there are even traces of warm and nourishing breath entering your body through your fingers. Your whole person suddenly becomes more energetic. Compared with this deck of cards, the deck of cards refined by Shen Fengshu It's just garbage. "I have an old friend. When he was going through a tribulation, he was struck by thunder and left a piece of his body. I stuffed it into a puddle filled with quiet sand." Jiang Zuzong waved his hand and explained nonchalantly. Said: "How much have I forgotten?
Years have passed, and I just remembered that this thing is suitable for making mahjong tiles." Shen Fengshu just wanted to drool at the moment. The lightning-strike wood left by the tree demon who had reached the stage of transcending the tribulation was placed in the puddle of Qingjing Sand, at least The dark wood that takes thousands to tens of thousands of years to form is used to make mahjong tiles. This simple
It was even more excessive than Shen Fengshu's waste of things. Waste of everything was not enough to describe Jiang Zuzong's behavior. But Shen Fengshu could only look at it and drool, and could do nothing else. He didn't even complain much. Just say a word. These things are real treasures in the eyes of others. In the long life of this living ancestor,
, at best, it is just a rotten branch that was thrown somewhere without thinking about it, not worth mentioning.
Shen Fengshu was not the only one who knew the goods. Xiaoman also had an expression that made him want to drool. Only the simple Yichen remained unmoved and shuffled the cards as if nothing had happened.
"Well, you are the worst!" Jiang Zuzong looked at his fellow players while drawing cards, and nodded his approval to Xiaoman and Yichen. Only when he saw Shen Fengshu, his frown turned into a frown, and he couldn't help it. An unabashed comment.
Ha! Shen Fengshu doesn’t want to argue with this old guy. What qualifications do I have and what qualifications do they have? Can they be the same?
Humph! Being too old to die is a thief. If you don't have the same experience as him, you just treat the old and love the young. When the game starts, there are not so many young and old. Mahjong itself is not designed to be gentle, courteous and thrifty. As the saying goes, watch your superiors to death, your subordinates to death, and your opponents to death. I won’t let you act recklessly, so where did that come from?
So polite? Shen Fengshu held back his anger and wanted to teach this living ancestor a lesson at the poker table. But mahjong is so evil, and the novice's skills are amazing. In the first two rounds, Shen Fengshu I have held back several big names in the book, but I have already failed to listen to them.
He was so angry at being cut off by Jiang Zuzong's little butt! He had nowhere to vent his anger.
Maybe as an old man, he is naturally suited to this kind of game. In the first four rounds, Jiang Zuzong simply killed everyone. In total, he played more than 20 villages, killing Shen Fengshu Yichen and Xiao Man with pale faces.
This is just a simple calculation using chips. If the value of chips were determined based on this living ancestor's daily consumption concepts, it is estimated that Shen Fengshu and the others could go bankrupt.
Are all novices so fierce? Why are Xiaoman and Yichen, both novices, not so cruel?
"It's fun! It's fun!" Ancestor Jiang was already having fun. Four laps were not enough, so he changed the wind and fought again: "Look at how my old man can show off his glory!"
The proud little old man left Shen Fengshu speechless. He really wanted to use Fuxi to analyze and memorize the positions of all the cards, and defeat Old Jiang with the greatest winning rate. Forget it, although the old man seemed to be free, he was so impatient. His cultivation level is actually trapped in the breeding ground thousands of miles away for more than tens of thousands of years. It's so pitiful. Let him go and let him enjoy the joy of the game.
! Continuing to fight again, Old Man Jiang seemed to have exhausted the novice's luck, and everyone began to win or lose. However, this also made Old Man Jiang happier. The game is played when there is back and forth. What's the point of winning alone? That's it now
Just right.
Just when everyone was having fun, a powerful divine consciousness swept across the area unceremoniously.
This is not a private place, and it is normal for monks to pass by. But such unscrupulous exploration of spiritual consciousness is really rude. At certain times, it is a very hostile behavior. Of course, whatever the strong man does is right Yes, that spiritual consciousness was very powerful, surpassing everyone in Shen Fengshu's group. Everyone was silent. That is to say, Old Man Jiang snorted dissatisfied. Although he was dissatisfied, he did not want to delay the card game: "Five
Article!" The next moment, there was a flash of light, and a bolt of thunder was produced out of thin air, and it struck Shen Fengshu head-on unceremoniously.
