I'm a dragon sparrow in Tokyo

Chapter 20 Legendary Ghosts and Gods (two in one, please read more!)
Once again, as the first contestant to advance, Jiang Xu had a long period of free time.

He glanced left and right, on the left was table No. [-] where Matsuo was, and on the right was table No. [-], which was the table where the old man that Matsuo pointed out earlier was at.

Do you need to think about which group to observe?
Jiang Xu decisively turned to the right.

At this time, table number two had just reached the East Fourth Bureau.

Jiang Xu stood behind and watched for a while, and found that the old man's style of play was extremely steady.

He hardly pursues big names, and speeds up when he reaches the third rank. He will never take the initiative to pursue higher RBI.

And once the form of the game changes, he will resolutely discard the Hu, and his card reading is extremely accurate, and he will hardly shoot.

This style of play is like cutting meat with a slow knife, every time you cut it, stop once the meat feels painful, and then continue cutting.

Therefore, the score has been steadily increasing and maintained the first place.

Although the rest of the players at the poker table sensed that the situation was wrong, they had nothing to do.

Although their biggest competitor is one, they are still pulling each other, trying to catch each other's guns.

This also caused the three of them to have considerable loopholes in both attack and defense.

Even Jiang Xu could tell, not to mention the old man, that accurate reading of cards was simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

As long as there is a battle, the old man will not stand upright when listening to the cards. He always observes the situation and changes the card type at any time.

This also led to the fact that this table was played very quickly, and there were almost no bankers.

Even if it was the old man's turn to sit in the manor, he would directly defend against abandoning Hu and passing the manor.

This is completely different from ordinary people's style of play, that is, the difference in strength is too large, and they are unwilling to delay the number of rounds, which will only happen.

When observing at table two, Jiang Xu's ears often heard the voice of table one next door.

"Rong!"

"Touch yourself!"

"Touch yourself!"

"Rong!"

The sound of Hu Pai is often heard, but if you listen carefully, you can find that most of these sounds are made by one owner.

At this time, the spectators who have surrounded several circles will also let out a low exclamation together, very rhythmic.

Jiang Xu didn't need to look to know that it was the office worker who made a fool of himself.

Ten minutes later, after some competition, the top four spots were finally determined.

The person at the first table was promoted to be an office worker in a suit, the person at the second table was promoted to the old man, the person at the third table was promoted to Jiang Xu, and the person at the fourth table was promoted to Matsuo Jiro.

The top three tables have an overwhelming advantage in terms of the last stick ranking.

The difference in chip size between No.1 and No.2 is more than [-].

Only at the fourth table, the gap between Matsuo Jiro and No.2 is only 1000 points, and the gap between No.3 and No.2000 is only [-] points.

His total chips could barely break through [-] points, and he was almost on the verge of playing a westerly game.

It can be said that the promotion is extremely difficult.

Maybe it was because he had consumed too much energy. After the whole game, Matsuo looked a little tired.

But the eyes are very bright.

According to his own words.

"In the game, after a hard fight, I finally defeated the enemy and won the victory, which can sharpen my card skills!"

Jiang Xu just shrugged his shoulders at this. He has raised his poker skills to the extreme of ordinary people in seven days, and he can't quite empathize with Matsuo Jiro's mentality.

After a simple rearrangement, the Yueji Cup finals are about to begin.

All the mahjong tables in the center of Quezhuang were removed, leaving only one table in the center.

If there is a light on the top and the background is changed to black, it will be like the one in the official game on TV. The only mahjong game in the universe will have a very strong sense of sight.

The four sides are also separated, three meters away from the table, so as to prevent the audience from affecting the players' performance.

When everything was ready, Jiang Xu and the others entered the table.

As usual, touch the wind row seat.

Matsuo Jiro is Dongfeng, the first village.

The old man is Nanfeng, Cizhuang.

Jiang Xu is Xifeng, Sanzhuang.

The office worker is Beifeng, Ozhuang.

After sitting at the poker table.

Jiang Xu chatted with the old man, and learned that the old man's name is He Cunshanxin, he is 68 years old this year, he lives nearby, and he is also an acquaintance with the old store manager.

I don't have any hobbies at ordinary times, but I like playing mahjong.

But I have played mahjong for most of my life, but I haven't played any tricks.

Recently, for some unknown reason, I had a feeling, but broke through the realm.

Matsuo heard it, and came to interject, and kept turning the topic to the root-building realm.

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained that he didn't know how to achieve it, maybe it was because he was getting older and his mentality had changed.

"Actually, the so-called Mahjong state is not as mysterious as it is said in the legend, it is just a habit that makes perfect."

The old man explained: "I don't know how other people feel. To me, an old man, it means that I have seen more games, and I can quickly know the subsequent card changes and what to play in this round. Cards, what cards should be cut in the next round, in order to maintain the optimal card type, and get the largest possible card at the fastest speed."

"Then do you occasionally have a feeling that I will definitely draw some cards next time, and I will definitely draw some cards?" Jiang Xu asked.

"Where did you get the news? However, you should be talking about the legendary 'Yu Wushuang' genre, I'm not. If you insist on dividing genres, I should be the so-called Iron Cannon Jade genre."

The old man pretended to be surprised, and said solemnly.

In fact, he couldn't help laughing in his heart, looking at the two of them, he seemed to see his former self.

When he was young, he always liked to inquire and pursue these mysterious and mysterious news.

To this day, it is not known whether these few words and phrases circulated in the professional arena and the other dark world of mahjong are true.

The only thing he can be sure of is that mahjong is not such a simple thing.

"Yu Wushuang!" Jiang Xu repeated these words.

"Yu Wushuang! It sounds amazing!" Matsuo's eyes lit up and he asked.

"Old man, besides these two schools, are there any other schools?"

"Yes." The old man said seriously, "There is another school that is extremely rare, but each one is extremely powerful, the law of causality school. The legendary existence that stepped into the realm of ghosts and gods belongs to the school of law of cause and effect."

"spirits!"

Hearing this word, the office worker who was sitting quietly with no expression on his face shrank his pupils, and his expression changed dramatically.

However, Jiang Xu and the others were also attracted by the news, so they didn't notice the change in the office worker's expression.

"Grandpa, can you elaborate?"

Jiang Xu became interested, but he wanted to know what kind of poker player could be called a ghostly existence.

The old man smiled slightly: "Yes, ghosts and gods, but that's just a legend decades ago, no one knows if it's true or not."

"I only know that he appeared suddenly, leaving a legend of supremacy in the Ma Tan, and then disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace."

"Decades ago, you should have been in your 20s. Haven't you seen that ghost?" Matsuo asked.

"You also said that I was only a young man in his 20s at that time, and my mahjong skills were not good. Although I like mahjong, I still think about how to make money." The old man shook his head and said.

Hearing the old man's words, Matsuo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said to himself: "Yes, earning money is the most important thing. Mahjong, if you can't enter a career, is just a hobby after all."

"However, when you said that, I remembered that the ghost and god did not seem to have left no traces. According to legend, the ghost and god left behind a book of the unique art of sparrows written by himself. Everyone in the marijuana hall can hear the news, and there is a lot of trouble, and they don't know whose hands it fell into in the end."

The old man shook his head, as if he had returned to his youth, but unfortunately he was just a young man at that time, and he was not qualified to participate in the "big Jianghu incident" at that time.

"Okay, the game is about to start, let's stop talking. If you are interested, you can go to the old guy Someya to inquire about it. He has been running this bird house for half his life, and he has really received many amazing customers. One Speaking of these is also mysterious, I really want to see it."

The old man was talking about the old store manager.

When the office workers heard that they were not chatting, they frowned slightly, and then their expressions returned to normal.

Until now, no one knows where he came from or what he does.

It is probably guessed that he should live nearby, but I don't know which town it is.

Some people even speculated that his card skills were practiced playing cards with the leader.

In order to be able to successfully send off Boss Hu, he practiced the technique of controlling the game with one hand.

Smack your mouth, recalling the news that Mr. Cun had just told, Matsuo only felt that this competition was not in vain.

When he came back to his senses, seeing the office worker who had been silent all this time, Matsuo asked a question.

"Hey, big brother, it's also a kind of fate to be able to play together in the final of this Rose Cup. I don't know what your name is yet."

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Just when Matsuo was embarrassed and thought that the other party would not answer.

"Ishihara."

The office worker suddenly spoke, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, uttering his last name hoarsely, syllable by syllable.

Then, after a pause, he continued to say his name with a firm tone.

"Ryosuke."

"My name is Ryosuke Ishihara."

Deng Deng Deng!
The intermission music played on the radio draws to a close.

The final round of the Rose Cup is about to begin.

In the first game of the East, there is zero field, and Matsuo Jiro is the dealer.

After shaking the dice and drawing the cards, Matsuo Jiro quickly glanced at his cards, and heaved a sigh of relief.

This hand can break the one-speed Hu Lai Lianzhuang.

He knew in his heart that, needless to say, his poker skills were comparable to the old man or the office worker named Ishihara Ryosuke, even Jiang Xu, who had only been exposed to mahjong for a week, might be at a higher level than him now.

As the weakest player on the poker table, his position is crucial.

No.1 Shangzhuang is definitely not a bad thing for him.

Because he is the banker in the back, there is a possibility that he will be knocked into the air before taking the banker position.

The greater the difference in player strength, the greater the possibility of this.

Shaking his head, clearing away distracting thoughts, Matsuo warned himself in his heart.

One step away from the championship.

Although it's just a small competition in a small bird house, if you get this, it should be able to bring about a little change in your image.

"Dongfeng, touch!"

"Three cakes, eat!"

"Zimo, Shuangdong, 3000 points, 1000 points per house."

In only fifteen rounds, just in the middle of the game, Matsuo got off to a good start and played twice.

After this good start, his luck continued.

One game and one game in the east, just like his still hot luck, he started with three white boards,

The starting hand is active, and he is the dealer, so the advantage lies with him.

Matsuo's eyes lit up first, then he frowned again.

Except for the three white boards, the other cards in his hand are all cards, only a pair of [three and four] cakes.

But if you look carefully, if you enter the Zhang Zhang smoothly, you can see the shadow of [two, three, four] with the same color.

In the state of clearing the door, the three-color smoothness is twice, and with the "white board", the guarantee is three times.

You don't need to stand up straight. If someone starts with a gun, it will be 7700 points, and 11700 points for self-touch.

This card, if it can be played out in the first game, it can even be called a winning hand, which directly establishes an advantage.

However, the premise of all this is to win cards.

Cards that cannot be played out, even if they are full of cards, are equal to air.

This is why Matsuo is tangled.

But after struggling for a long time, he was still reluctant.

'Let's observe the situation first. Once someone cuts about three cards in hand, or the number of cards I need is not enough, I will reveal it.After the secondary exposure, there is also a three-color Tongshun, and two times are enough. '

After making up his mind, Matsuo Jiro paid special attention to the drawing and cutting of the other three players.

The game is still going on.

In the eighth round, Matsuo's [two, three, four] three-color, ten thousand, and cake characters took shape, and when they were still listening to the characters, they finally couldn't help but reveal themselves.

Right after he revealed himself, the other three people began to cut quickly by hand, and all the cuts were in the middle, like four or five or six thousand cakes.

Most of the remaining ones are the honor cards that have been patrolled earlier on the poker table and the safe cards that appeared on the Yaojiu and Matsuo.

In this round, it was not until No.13 Xun that Matsuo drew his own hand.

Red in the middle, three colors in the same order, twice 3000 points, plus the entry fee, [-] points each. .

This game is over, the game enters the first game, and the second game.

Twelve minutes later.

Touch the bottom of the sea, hit the bottom of the river.

At the end of the game, the player who listens to the cards can show their cards.

Penalties are paid according to the number of people who have heard cards and the number of people who have not heard cards.

Matsuo took the lead in showing his cards and listened to West Wind.

The other three remained silent.

Neither folded nor revealed cards, just waited.

It was the old man who shook his head, smiled, and folded his cards first, indicating that he hadn't heard.

Jiang Xuruo glanced at the other two meaningfully, and also put his cards down.

Ryosuke Ishihara was the last to cover.

Matsuo showed joy, he was the only one in the audience to listen to the cards, and everyone had to pay him 1000 penalty points.

A total of 3000 points, which is twice as much as the points charged for winning cards.

What's more, he is still continuing to win.

Matsuo, caught up in the pressure to keep his position, didn't notice.

In the first two rounds, apart from himself, the other three players on the poker table never showed up once.

It seemed that he was not in any hurry to play cards quickly, and pulled Matsuo from the dealer position.

If you open their covered cards.

The three of them had already listened to their cards, but none of them showed their cards for the one thousand penalty talisman.

The cashier brother who surrounded the four people and recorded the card score could not help but click a blood-red symbol for Matsuo in his heart.

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