Chapter 170 I didn't expect you to be such a Taoist priest
I didn’t expect you to be such a Taoist priest Qianhe!
The game was still going on, but it seemed to be at a deadlock. Taoist Master Shimu touched another four-of-a-kind card on the premise that he had seven-of-a-kind cards in his hand. It was of no use at all, but he just didn't play.
Master Ikkyu has a seven-letter straight, so of course he can't play it.
Feng's hand happened to be a pair of fours and a pair of sevens, so it seemed that Uncle Jiu had a lot of cards, but in fact the only card left was the absolute four.
But Uncle Jiu didn't believe in evil and was determined to touch it himself, which was of course very difficult.
After playing another useless card, Uncle Jiu said unhappily: "How many forty-seven hugs did you three hold and you didn't even give one to me?"
"Senior brother, aren't you lucky? Do you still expect us to tell you what cards we have?"
Taoist Priest Simu was very happy to see Uncle Jiu looking so angry. Don't be anxious when playing mahjong. When you are anxious, you will get confused. It seems that Uncle Jiu is going to play mahjong.
He knew it was impossible for him, so he looked at Feng Dao with a smile: "Feng Yi, my uncle's cards are not good, it's all up to you to play your master's banker."
He and Master Ikkyu didn't like each other, so naturally they didn't expect the other to win. Master Ikkyu smiled indifferently and didn't take the other person's words to heart.
This card game is coming to an end now, and the chance of a draw is very high.
As long as he doesn't win this hand, Uncle Jiu's fortune will not be so prosperous, and he is happy to see the outcome.
After Taoist Master Four Eyes finished playing, it was time for Feng Yi to touch again. After he touched the cards, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai beside him were both excited. Another card of 30,000 was opened.
"Junior brother, it's up to you to see if you can succeed or not. Come and have fun on the bar!" Several people shouted.
The expressions of Uncle Jiu and the three of them also became serious. If it is an ordinary self-drawn Hu card, it will be fine. If it is a flower on the bar, it will be doubled several times. Not to mention that Taoist Master Four Eyes and Master Yixiu will lose a lot of money. Uncle Jiu will also lose a lot of money.
Don't take advantage of the light.
Others were very interested, but Feng Yi's mentality was very calm. After Taoist Master Simu said that he had broken the cards that Uncle Jiu wanted to win, he and Master Yixiu couldn't play even after touching four or seven. He had monopolized so much, and there were still others outside.
It’s hard to say without forty or seven points.
So don't have high hopes.
Thinking in his mind, he picked up a card from the bottom of the deck, touched it with his hand, and the expression on his face suddenly became very wonderful.
"What's the matter, junior brother, is it right?" Qiu Sheng urged upon seeing this.
"Feng Yi's expression is not very good-looking, I guess, right?" Jiale guessed from the side.
"Stop being so pretentious, I don't believe you can win the game, show your cards." Uncle Jiu looked determined. Taoist Master Simu and Master Yixiu were also full of curiosity.
Feng Yi shook his head with a wry smile. The people who looked at him felt relieved, but it didn't look like that.
"I didn't expect that such a rare four would be here."
Feng Yi threw the card he touched on the card table, pushed his own card down and said: "Four or seven are against each other. If you touch four, the bars will bloom!"
"I knew you could do it!" Qiu Sheng said happily when he saw this.
"Master, you and Grandmaster have lost miserably in this round..." Jiale said sympathetically from the side.
"My good disciple, do you still need to remind me of this? I really love you as a master."
Taoist Priest Simu did not expect that stealing the chicken would end up losing the rice. It was true that Uncle Jiu could not continue to be the banker, but Feng Yi took advantage of the loophole and blossomed on the bar. He really lost miserably.
However, Jia Le was still alive and reminded him, so he naturally released all the 'love' in his heart on Jia Le.
Master Yixiu pushed down his cards and shook his head and said: "The poor monk still uses Zhang Qitiao in his hand, and I guess Taoist Master Four Eyes also has it in his hand. Feng Yi can win. He is really lucky. I admire him."
Uncle Jiu looked at Feng Yi's card game and his eyes burned with anger. He glared and scolded: "Good boy, hold four cards for me, you just said
Three of five are useless, if you split the four of four, you can touch it with your backhand!"
"Master, if I hit four, will you still give me a chance to touch myself?" Feng Yi blinked and asked innocently.
"Ahem... I was careless this time. If I choose to hit Hu after touching the five strips, I can continue..."
Uncle Jiu was doing self-examination, and Wen Cai on the side said: "Master, junior brother heard the cards earlier than you. If you had split the cards, he would have won long ago."
"Master wants you to talk more!"
Uncle Jiu angrily reprimanded Wen Cai: "You can't tell the difference between the buttocks and the flowers on the bar, which is more serious? So what if I let him have a buttocks?"
"Taoist Master Lin, you still win, the losers are my master and Taoist Master Simu..." Jingjing consoled her from the side.
"What's going on? No one even hears the knock on the door?"
Several people were chatting lively, and one person was full of energy.
The man's voice sounded, and everyone turned to look. It was Taoist Master Qianhe who came!
"Junior brother, you are here." Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Simu both had smiles on their faces after seeing each other.
"Master Qianhe, long time no see." Master Ikkyu stood up and greeted him.
"Uncle." Feng Yi and other juniors also walked up with smiles.
"Brother, Master."
Taoist Master Qianhe saluted several people in a serious manner, and then said with a smile: "Finally, the young prince and steward Wu were safely sent to the capital. After sending them off, I went back to the dojo and rushed here without stopping."
As he spoke, he looked back and his face changed slightly: "Senior brother, have you also played mahjong?"
Uncle Jiu was greatly embarrassed when he heard this. He coughed lightly and said: "It's not Feng Yi. He always said that practicing is too boring and insists on playing mahjong. I also had itchy hands for a while to pass the time...Junior brother, why don't you follow me?"
Play with both hands?"
Taoist priest Qianhe shook his head and said, "I still don't want it anymore."
Uncle Jiu and others were even more embarrassed when they heard this. The junior brother was so decent, but they, the senior brothers, failed to set an example. It was really shameful.
Taoist priest Qianhe continued: "Brother, when I have nothing to do in the dojo, I always play with the rich squires around me. The stakes are too small and I can't get used to playing mahjong."
Uncle Jiu:???
Taoist Priest Four Eyes:???
Master Ikkyu:…
Feng Yi and others:…
Come on, this is too much pretense. I didn’t expect you to be such a Taoist priest Qianhe!
Taoist Master Simu was not happy, rolled up his sleeves and said: "Junior brother, what you are saying is too much. Senior brother's family wealth is not comparable to that of some poor monks!"
"Taoist Master Qianhe, although I don't have much savings as a poor monk, fortunately, people have been sending money continuously in the past few days. It doesn't matter if I play a little bigger." Master Yixiu said with a smile.
In the past few days, Taoist Priest Simu has had the worst luck and lost the most.
However, the one who won his money was Master Ikkyu, so his tit-for-tat confrontation had no effect, and he was successfully ridiculed by the opponent.
Uncle Jiu's face was serious and he said: "Qianhe, don't be so loud. Senior brother is afraid that you won't be able to give me money after you lose it."
"In that case, let's get started." Taoist Master Qianhe said still seriously.
As a result, Taoist Master Qianhe, who had just arrived in Yizhuang, directly joined the hemp rubbing army.
As for Feng Yi, he naturally had to step aside. Not only that, his flowers on the bar seemed to have been forgotten, and no one mentioned them again...
