050 The house is on fire, I take pictures; life is in chaos, I sleep
Jiang Xin helped him find a way out, and the Great Elder wished he could fly out immediately to observe Qiu Junyu beating his father up close.
He immediately took out his paintbrush and drew a donkey for Lin Yan and Chu Linfeng respectively: "Let's go, let's go and watch the fun - no, let's go and do something brave!"
The four of them rode on the donkey and ran out of the city.
Flying is not allowed in Beijing on autumn nights, and speed limits are also imposed on ground travel.
The little donkeys drawn by the Great Elder didn't seem to be running fast, but in the blink of an eye they caught up with Qiu Junyu and his son who were fighting in the sky.
The noise made by the father and son was so loud that it not only alarmed Qiuyejing's defensive formation, but also attracted all the monks in the city to come out to check the situation.
When the Great Elder rushed over, the city gate was crowded with people who had already set up their bets and were commenting on the battle situation.
"I think Qiu Li will win. After all, he has reached the Great Perfection of the Fusion Stage."
Qiu Li is the name of the retired emperor.
Another person retorted: "That's not necessarily true. How could a father beat his son to death? Maybe Qiu Junyu will find a flaw and turn defeat into victory."
"I think Your Majesty has a higher chance of winning. Your Majesty is the current emperor and can call upon the most national power."
"If you have to use the power of national destiny to fight your own father, the Qiuye Dynasty will be doomed sooner or later!"
A group of people were chattering, many of them were familiar faces.
The elder touched the bag of spirit stones and wanted to gamble, but was afraid of losing everything. He said to Lin Yan with an itch in his heart:
"Good nephew, help uncle to calculate who will win and who will lose in this father and son match."
Lin Yan felt that the Great Elder was making things difficult for him: "Elder, I am only at the Golden Core stage, and I cannot calculate the outcome of such a high-end battle."
The Great Elder: "I will give you half of the money that Master Uncle won."
Lin Yan: "Disciple will try his best."
He took out the tortoise shell and prayed devoutly in his heart, "Junior Sister, please bless me."
Jiang Xin suddenly felt something and tilted her head to look at Lin Yan.
[It turns out that the one who prayed to me was my second brother.] 】
[May our heart be filled with blessings for our second brother!] 】
[God bless you, the second brother’s prediction is the most accurate!] 】
Jiang Xin pointed her little hand toward the sky, and an invisible force burst out from her fingertips and landed on Lin Yan.
Lin Yan's heart was beating wildly. He didn't expect that praying to Jiang Xin would really work.
He didn't know if it was due to psychological effects, but at this moment he actually felt that he briefly possessed a powerful force that did not belong to him.
He concentrated on divination, and soon the hexagram was completed, clearly showing the outcome of the battle.
"It's a draw." Lin Yan sent a message to the Great Elder to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
The Great Elder smiled happily and was about to place his bet.
The little donkey carried him forward a few steps, turned around and ran back.
The elder handed the bag of spirit stones to Chu Linfeng: "Linfeng, go place your bet."
Chu Linfeng also wanted to place a bet, so he asked the elder in confusion: "Why don't you go yourself?"
The Great Elder said in all seriousness: "I am an elder of Tianshui Sect after all. It would be bad if I was seen participating in such a gambling game. Look, didn't Jin Guangcan also disguise himself before placing the bet?"
Jin Guangcan is the leader of the Jinsheng Sect. Chu Linfeng didn’t find him in the crowd, and he didn’t know how the great elder recognized him.
Chu Linfeng reminded: "I am also a disciple of Tianshui Sect..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the Great Elder: "You are still young, it doesn't matter."
Chu Linfeng: “…”
What a familiar and perfunctory line.
"Okay." He took the spirit stone bag from the great elder and found that Lin Yan and Jiang Xin also handed over their spirit stone bags.
Forget about Lin Yan, he was the one who calculated the divination, so it’s normal for him to take the opportunity to earn some spirit stones.
But Jiang Xin...
Junior sister, can you please do something that is appropriate for your age?
"Junior sister, you are still young and cannot gamble." Chu Linfeng said earnestly.
Jiang Xin snorted in dissatisfaction.
[We are all minors. I can't go, and neither can you. 】
[You can’t go, and neither can Master Uncle.] 】
[Then we won’t be able to earn any money.] 】
[No one buys a draw now, so the dealer takes all the money. 】
[The banker is the King of Qi Yang, we can’t let this bad guy make any money! 】
Prince Qi Yang is Qiu Junyu's half-twin brother, and the fake prince among the real and fake princes.
My goodness, the adoptive father was beating his biological brother who took the blame for him, and he was actually setting up a gambling pool and taking the lead in betting behind the scenes.
Family members, this is such a great honor to be a filial son.
As one of the six major sects, it is the responsibility of Tianshui Sect to defend the morals of the cultivation world.
We must not allow Prince Qi Yang, a filial son, to earn such ill-gotten gains!
Without saying anything, Chu Linfeng put on the disguise mask given by the Great Elder, and quickly went to place the bets with four bags of spirit stones in his arms: "All bets are on a tie!"
The cultivator next to him heard his childish voice and thought he was inexperienced, thinking he was bound to lose: "Boy, if two cultivators in the Fusion Stage fight to the point of stopping, it is not considered a draw."
When low-level monks fight, if the fight ends when the time is right, either no one can defeat the other, or the winner is already decided and there is no need to continue.
But the monks in the fusion stage are different.
The methods of the monks in the fusion stage are cunning and their vitality is tenacious. If they really fight, it is difficult to tell who will win or lose.
Generally, when cultivators in the fusion stage fight, it is either a normal fight between friends or a dispute over interests.
Even when friends and relatives are competing with each other, they are reluctant to admit defeat easily, let alone when they are competing for interests, no one is willing to give in.
However, cultivators in the fusion stage rarely risk their lives. In many cases, after a fight, if the cost of winning is too high, they will choose to stop.
Therefore, the outcome of a battle at this level, besides winning, losing, or drawing, is also "stopping at a certain point."
This is one of the default options for gambling games related to the Tiancheng spiritual world.
Many people present suspected that Qiu Junyu and his son were just sparring normally, and bet that they would "stop when the time is right".
There were also some people with keen observation or well-informed information who knew that the emperor was in the stage of transcending tribulation and would not easily fight with others.
Now that the father and son are fighting each other, something big must have happened.
But...what does it have to do with them?
The real thing is to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune first.
The world of cultivation is filled with the beauty of taking pictures while the house is on fire and sleeping while life is in chaos.
As for a draw, that outcome is only possible if both sides suffer losses.
If the two fusion-stage monks stopped fighting and the match was considered a draw, the bet would most likely be overturned by these two people joining forces.
Because both of them want to be better than the other.
If it is considered a draw, it would be equivalent to lowering one's own status.
The two of them can't beat each other, so even if they join forces, can they still beat the stinky gambling guy?
Facing everyone's doubts, Chu Linfeng was full of confidence: "Just wait and see, this will definitely be a lose-lose situation!"
He believed in the divination of his second senior brother!
What's more, this hexagram has the bonus of my junior sister!
After placing the bet, Chu Linfeng rode away on his black and white donkey, looking so mysterious.
Everyone looked at each other, "Do you want to follow him?"
"Fuck you! He's just a little brat pretending to be profound!"
"I'll stop here! How can a father and son fight to death?"
Someone suddenly had an idea: "Hey, do you think the father and son suddenly fought each other now, could it be because the emperor found out that his son was not his biological son?"
When these words came out, everyone was stunned.
You know what, this is really possible.
"Want to bet with that little brat that they tie?" someone asked.
"What are you thinking? They are not his biological children anymore, the emperor will definitely beat them to death! How can your majesty, who is in the early stage of fusion, have a chance to fight back? I bet on your majesty to lose!"
"Yes! I bet on him to lose too!"
"Can we now directly place a bet on who will be the next Emperor Qiu? Are there any odds?"
The gamblers were excited.
Take a chance and transform your sword into a spirit boat!
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