Outside the Castlevania, the gate was still open. Gu Ye, Niu Tou, and Ma Mian were guarding the gate. They looked at dots of bonfires appearing in the distance, as if people were constantly camping outside the Castlevania.
"These people have formed camps outside the Castlevania."
"I'm afraid he wants to do evil to us."
"Why don't we take the lead?"
"Kill him to pieces without leaving any trace behind."
Gu Ye listened to the conversation between the two people as if they were singing an opera, and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "Now that the momentum is so strong, when you faced that old man Long just now, why didn't you go up and kill him without leaving any trace behind?"
"Gu Laosi talks too much."
"That's all, close the city gate!"
Gu Ye said anxiously: "Don't close the city gate. We just sent out the order to call people back to the city. Are all the brothers back now?"
Niutou thought for a moment: "The Nine Evils in Castlevania, we two brothers, you, Zhao Lao San, Ye Lao Er, Yan Lao Qi, are all in the city."
Ma Mian nodded: "The other three people should be on their way back. They have sent people to look for them a long time ago. They should all be back today. But will those people outside let them come back?"
Gu Ye sneered: "Those people outside are afraid that we won't get together."
The head of the Wang family placed the Zhuyan Longbow on the table, continued to take out the jug and wine glass, and began to pour himself a drink. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of looking down from a high place, and squinted his eyes from time to time to savor the taste.
Ichiban. Those people in Shanglin Tiangong have left long ago. Tonight, peace should return.
But just when he narrowed his eyes and was about to drink a glass of wine again, the wine glass in his hand was snatched away.
"This is Tusu wine!" A young and cheerful voice sounded in the pavilion.
"Huh?" The head of the Wang family frowned slightly.
"Who!" The Wang family disciples outside the pavilion realized that someone had sneaked into their tent. They drew their swords and moved forward to surround the pavilion.
I saw a young man in tattered cloth raised the wine glass, put it to his nose and sniffed vigorously, then raised his head and drank it all. Then he made a sound of satisfaction and sighed: "Good wine, good wine!
"
"Bold!" Some disciples of the Wang family wanted to rush forward to teach this young man who looked like a beggar, but the head of the Wang family stopped him with his hand. The head of the Wang family said with a half-smile, "Who is the young master?"
The young man stretched out his hand and scratched his armpit, as if there were fleas on his body. However, after scratching for a long time, he pulled out three dice and threw them lightly on the table: "Why don't we play some dice? If you win the bet,
, I will tell you, who am I?"
The head of the Wang family shook his head: "Originally, I was still wondering who you were, but now when you throw the dice, I know who you are."
"Don't, don't, don't say it, wait until you finish playing with this dice." The young man threw the dice in his hand high into the air, and then saw them land firmly on the wooden table, one, two, and two.
Two, five points in total.
The head of the Wang family smiled, slammed his hand on the table, and the three dice jumped up again: "You are the sixth among the nine evils in Castlevania. You will lose in every bet, Zhang Adou."
The dice fell on the table one by one, two, two, two, a total of six points, which just happened to win the young man by one point.
"This one doesn't count, come again, come again." Zhang Adou waved his hand unwillingly and took the three dice back into his hand.
"Don't gamble. You are still wearing tattered clothes when you return to the city. I don't want to go back to the city with a loser wearing only underpants." A voice with a bit of disgust suddenly sounded above their heads, and all the Wang family disciples hurriedly came to the city.
Looking above, I saw a young woman with a pretty and cute face sitting on the pavilion, holding her chin with her hand and looking at the Castlevania below.
Zhang Adou shrugged, put one hand on the table, and played with the three dice with the other. He looked at the head of the Wang family in front of him, and after a moment he suddenly said: "Ling Ran, you can't kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the top of the pavilion was suddenly split in half with a sword, and the woman who was sitting on the pavilion fell with the sword.
Zhang Adou sighed lightly, nodded his feet, jumped out of the pavilion, turned around and walked down the mountain.
It didn't take long for the girl just now to catch up and walk side by side with him.
"I told you you can't kill him, right?" Zhang Adou put his hands on the back of his head and spoke in a leisurely tone.
"It will be great when your luck in gambling can be as strong as your luck in talking." Suzuome inserted a thin sword back into her waist.
"The fifth seat of Castlevania, Suzuran." The head of the Wang family stretched out his hand and swept away the dust on his body.
"Master, do you want to pursue me?" the guard next to him asked.
"No need, let's build another pavilion." The head of the Wang family said calmly.
At the foot of the mountain, the green sedan was being carried forward slowly. A scholar carrying a book box was walking towards the sedan. The scholar was holding a volume in his hand and was reading with gusto.
Shaking his head and shaking his head, he silently recited a few lines from the poem, and occasionally stopped to think about the deeper meaning.
"Mr. Long, do you want to drive this person away?" asked a young disciple escorting the sedan.
"Go on and don't worry about him." Mr. Long replied.
Finally, when the scholar was about to hit the sedan, he suddenly turned sideways and walked past the sedan, still holding the scroll in his hand and not looking away for a moment. He was really fascinated.
"Stop the sedan." The old man in the sedan said in a deep voice, and the sedan stopped.
But the scholar still walked forward minding his own business, paying no attention to the movement behind him.
"Xiao Sheng." The old man called.
The scholar finally stopped, put away the book in his hand, turned around and bowed his head slightly: "Mr. Long."
"Long time no see." The old man said calmly.
"I haven't seen it yet," the scholar corrected.
"Okay." The old man only replied one word. He seemed to have something to say, but he didn't know how to speak and remained silent for a long time.
The scholar also waited there for a long time.
A leaf fell. The scholar reached out and caught it. He looked at the fallen leaf in his hand and smiled. Then he put it into his book as a bookmark. Then he put the book back into the book box and walked towards the sedan chair again.
After the ceremony, he turned around and left.
A young disciple escorting the sedan asked curiously: "Sir, do you know this person?"
"The leader of Castlevania's Nine Evils is Xiao Sheng." Mr. Long said solemnly,
The young disciple was surprised: "A great evil man? But he seems to be just a weak scholar."
"The evil of ordinary people, one evil kills one person. The evil of scholars, one evil kills a country." Mr. Long sneered, "Let's go. The next time we meet, he may show you what real evil is."
Chapter completed!