Considering the custom of killing people here without digging graves, simply throwing the remains on the ground for others to pick up and eat, the gray-clothed young man's behavior was quite polite. Unfortunately, Luo Jiujiang didn't even bother to discuss the matter of a proper burial of eighty-eight feet—no matter how much others wanted to kill him, he hadn't lived long enough.
"It seems that people should not only read more, but also walk more." Luo Jiujiang's hands tightly grasped the hilt of the knife behind his back, and he looked the gray-shirted young man in the eye sincerely and said, "In fact, I was three years old when I put up the beams, four years old when I took off the tiles, five years old when I beat the dogs, six years old when I scolded the chickens, seven years old when I raped the women, eight years old when I burned, killed and looted, nine years old when I occupied the mountains and became the king, and ten years old when I abandoned my wife and children. I think you must have some misunderstandings about the word 'Qing'. I suggest you go to the outside world to take a look, really."
"Remember my teachings and be careful when choosing someone next time." The young man raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes at the muscles of Luo Jiujiang's right arm. "It seems that my little brother is seriously injured. To prevent you from dying from excessive blood loss, I can wait until you treat your wound."
Luo Jiujiang responded with a look of poverty and despair.
The young man pondered for a moment, then pulled out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it over. He was truly a skilled archer, his toss was incredibly accurate, and the bottle landed with a snap right in front of Luo Jiujiang, within his reach.
"This is excellent medicine for wounds. It will be effective in a short time. Please feel free to use it." The gray-robed young man made a generous gesture of invitation and even put away his bow. "Little brother, you can bandage your wound first and then take a short nap to rest your legs. I am here to ensure your absolute safety during this time."
"Really? I'm afraid you'll get impatient and shoot me down with an arrow." Luo Jiujiang didn't reach out to take the porcelain bottle. He looked straight at the young man and said coldly.
The young man brushed off his clothes and sat on the branch, explaining carefully to Luo Jiujiang: "A perfect gambling game will make people unable to stop, but it will feel too short and over too quickly, and will never make people bored by waiting for the opening."
"You won't bore me, will you, little brother?" the young man said, his eyes narrowing. "Any gambling game that annoys me, I've already overturned."
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"Now that your wound has been bandaged, I can start the show without worry."
Luo Jiujiang sprinted through the snow, the young man's pleased voice still ringing in his ears: "Let me briefly describe our bet... First, I ask you to leave an hour in advance. When I catch up with you, we can fight. If I lose, you will naturally deal with me. If you lose, you must give me something."
"I can't say how many rounds we can gamble in total, but since this is a chase, the stakes for the final round should be our lives."
"But a wonderful person like my little brother might be able to defeat me in the end."
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"Miao Ren" increased his speed to the fastest and ran for more than half an hour, almost choking on the snow.
The first round was relatively safe, and Luo Jiujiang also wanted to use it to test this person's speed and cultivation.
With his current Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation, he could barely detect the second-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, but he could only guess at the third level. The young man's cultivation level was like a fog to Luo Jiujiang; he must be at least a fourth-level Foundation Establishment expert.
Just based on the fact that this young man had been following Luo Jiujiang several times before without him noticing it, Luo Jiujiang knew that this was an opponent he could not currently match.
In fact, strictly speaking, Luo Jiujiang felt that what was more uncertain than his cultivation was this person's thoughts.
He had the right timing, location, and people, and Luo Jiujiang's life was practically within his grasp, yet he insisted on taking it by gamble. That would have been fine, but his attitude and tone showed no trace of disregard, completely different from the attitude of most people in this world who treated human life as worthless.
Normally, in this kind of one-sided, aggressive pursuit, the weak would only feel completely manipulated. However, Luo Jiujiang could tell from the gray-clothed youth's words and demeanor that he didn't consider himself an easy prey, and he himself would never consider the other party a hunter with a sure win.
He is not a hunter, he is Luo Jiujiang's opponent.
At the third hour of the opening, the young man caught up with Luo Jiujiang.
Five breaths later, Luo Jiujiang was defeated.
Luo Jiujiang touched his neck, feeling the young man's archery skills were truly astonishing. He had deflected three of the opponent's seven arrows, and of the remaining four, one struck Luo Jiujiang's wrist, two struck his torso, and the last bounced off his neck.
But what surprised Luo Jiujiang the most was that the arrowheads of these seven arrows had been broken. In the howling cold wind, this young man was able to shoot the arrows without arrowheads so steadily and accurately!
Even though the other party was his enemy at this time, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.
"The next game should start after you have had a good rest. You might as well take a rest while I tell you what you should pay for this game." The young man put the longbow on his back and put the arrow shafts with the arrowheads broken off in advance into the quiver.
Luo Jiujiang didn't hold back. The initial sprint had drained him of energy, so he sat down cross-legged and said, "I wonder what the stakes are for losing this round to you, fellow Daoist? I'm completely broke right now. If you want my underwear, even though I haven't changed it in five days, I absolutely cannot take it."
Gray-shirted young man: "..."
He was silent for a moment, his eyes twitching as he said quietly, "Little brother, if you say something like that again, I'll have no choice but to take what's between your legs."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
After a moment, Luo Jiujiang said without any emotion: "Oh, then I'll give you the underwear."
The author has something to say: Regarding the question of why there is "Xiang Jian Huan" in the world of cultivation... Little angels, promise me that you will just treat it as if it has always existed :) Because I may quote other poems in the future, and the author's literary literacy in this regard is not enough, so I can't make it up myself (covering my face)...
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