A Panda's Martial Arts

"Proud!"

In a chess and card room in Shinagawa, Tokyo, an old man excitedly pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of him.

Compared to the happy old man playing cards, the faces of the other three old men are not so pretty——

Especially after seeing that the other party's hustle turned out to be Duan Yaojiu with the smallest number.Glancing at the big high-end cards he was making in his hand, the old men were so angry that their beards jumped up.

"Ah, this is not so good..."

Behind one of the old men, there was a young man in his twenties sitting there. The young man happened to have nothing to do during the holidays, so he just went out to have fun with his old and frail grandfather——

Who knew that the old friends like grandpa are so careless, and they still use the card type of breaking Yaojiu, which is only made for winning, when playing cards among friends. He was taken aback just now by accompanying him, for fear that his own grandpa would have high blood pressure on the spot Guilty.

But before he finished speaking, his grandfather slapped him on the head.

"What nonsense are you kidding! This is mahjong! Mahjong is such a thing! Breaking Yaojiu also depends on strength!"

"This……"

The young man who was hammered was a little unconvinced. Although he was not the one who often played mahjong, he had such a grandfather who liked to play mahjong. Why does it depend on strength?

"Why don't you look at strength?"

The old man narrowed his eyes.

"Duan Yaojiu is the simplest card type, yes, but in fact, the probability of making this deck is only 20.00%! You have to find the cards you want from the 130 six mahjong tiles, and you have to make sure they can Combining the card types you want...do you know how difficult it is?"

"I……"

The young man opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything to refute for a while.

He is the kind who doesn't play mahjong, and he really can't understand the difficulties his grandfather said.

And the old man is obviously aware of this.

"Have you ever swam?"

After thinking about it, the old man tried his best to find a closer explanation.

"It's not a pool of stagnant water like in a swimming pool, it's going to the river or the sea to swim... I remember you tried it when you were young, do you still remember that time?"

"Grandpa, don't mention it..."

Speaking of that experience, the young man felt ashamed for a while.

That happened when he was 15 years old. He was still young at that time. After two or three days in the swimming pool, he thought he could do it. After being praised by his classmates, he was about to go to the sea to perform—

Facts have proved that just two or three days of life in the swimming pool is useless. When a wave comes, he will drink water, and when he opens his eyes again, he will be in an ambulance.

Different from the relatively calm water in the swimming pool, the water in the sea is powerful.

It is the power from all directions, slow and firm, and the most terrifying thing is unpredictable. People drowning in the water have no way of knowing which direction the next wave will come from, but as long as there is a negligence, the waves hit by the pavement will blow the water away. Filling his mouth and nose while emptying what was left of his lungs.

"Mahjong is the sea!"

Facing his grandson, the old man patted the poker table, and his sudden movements startled the three old poker friends.

"130 six chapters of mahjong tiles, can you calculate what tile you will get next? Will that be the tile you want? Do you want to change the type of tile according to the situation on the field?

Even if you get the cards you want, will the cards you play be used by others?Is there someone else waiting for yours?How can you guarantee that you are the winner? "

"This……"

The young man was completely speechless.

The voice of the old man was like a gust of wind and raging waves. He seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he was 15 years old. The cold and wet sea water wrapped his body, and the waves in all directions obliterated his hard work again and again.

It was not until the last breath was squeezed out of his lungs that the big hand that symbolized the hope of survival finally rested on his shoulder.

"Boy, how are you doing?"

The old man patted his grandson on the shoulder.

"Do you still think that winning cards is a simple matter?"

"Amazing……"

The young man who came back to his senses panted heavily, recalling the feeling of near-death experience is not good.Fortunately, the person who had saved him was sitting beside him now.

It's just that the old man's body is far from being as strong as before, and the ruthless years have left an indelible mark on his beloved grandfather after all.

"That...Grandpa, if you say that, it will be even more powerful if you are a big name?"

The young man thought about it, and decided to follow the old man's words. People like to listen to topics they are good at when they are old, especially when they can keep up with it, it will be more exciting.

"That's for sure, it must be more powerful to be a big name!"

Sure enough, as expected, as soon as he talked about the mahjong game, the old man became full of energy. He opened his mouth and said that he had killed all directions at the poker table, and then followed by four kinds of Hufa, full of mouths, which made the whole old man The chess and card room is full of cheerful air.

"Boy, let me tell you, it is already very difficult to break Yaojiu, and it is even more difficult for big cards like Xiao Sixi, Guoshi Wushuang, and Si Anqi, not only to ensure that the cards you want are not in other people's hands." In the middle, you have to accurately draw the ones you want from the remaining [-] cards, as if you want to let the rough sea rush in one direction with your own strength... only strength It’s no longer possible to do this, and we still need to have absolute luck.”

"That... is really difficult."

The young man nodded repeatedly, he had heard of these classic well-known cards.

"But I remember that there is a bigger card on the top? What is it called... Pure Nine Lotus Lantern? Is that more difficult?"

"That's not a difficult level..."

The old man smiled as he went down to draw his cards.

"Three ones, three nines, two three four five six seven eight, nine-faced drawing cards, double full, but do you know how difficult it is to draw these cards?"

Drawing out thirteen cards from the deck, the old man formed his own card type.

"If Guoshi Wushuang is a flood, then the pure Nine Lotus Lantern is simply a tsunami."

"Uh... grandpa..."

The young man who had been watching for a long time couldn't help but speak.

"Look, this deck of cards in your hand..."

"Uh..." The old man who was indulging in chatting looked back, but was almost scared out of his wits.

Three [-], three [-], and two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eighty thousand. Thirteen mahjong tiles are neatly arranged.

Heaven listens, the pure Nine Lotus Lantern.

"grandfather……"

As if aware of something, the young man's voice began to tremble.

"This this……"

My grandson seems to be talking about something, but the old man can't listen anymore. As an old player who has played mahjong for decades, this is the first time he has seen this kind of tile with his own eyes, and it was he who touched it out with his own hands. , right in front of himself.

The old man stretched out his trembling palms towards the card table.

Are you excited?Is it glory?Is it a long-lost stimulus?

It was also difficult for the old man to understand what kind of mood he was in, but he felt it, felt the strong luck shrouded in the dark, and he even clearly understood that his picture would definitely be...

"call……"

Touching the Jin Zhang under his hand, the old man let out a soft breath.

Is he really, going to do this?

For a long time, he has heard a lot of urban legends about the pure Nine Lotus Lantern, and he has always listened to it as a joke——

But now when it was really his turn, he realized that this worry was not empty talk.An extremely rare card type, that simply consumed his life's luck, did he really want to do this?

It is an inhuman feat to set off a landslide and tsunami by himself, but can his old body really bear it?

If he was one of those brave warriors who had experienced many battles in the Warring States Period, perhaps he would have picked up this card without hesitation. The high spirit of fighting forward... sounds so fascinating.

Unfortunately, he is no longer young.

It can't be that carefree.

"Oh, I still have to go to the hospital for a physical examination!"

Glancing at the grandson beside him, the old man stood up abruptly, and with a violent movement, he directly spilled the mahjong tiles in front of him, and by the way mixed the tiles of several other veteran players.

"Hey! You old bastard!"

A few veteran players were so angry that they won consecutive victories and cursed, but the cards have become like this, and it is really impossible to play.

After tidying up the game, a few veteran players simply kicked the old man and his grandson out together and stopped playing with them.

"Grandpa, you..."

The young man was speechless for a long time because of his grandfather's troubles, but he knew that his grandfather didn't have a physical examination at all today.

But just as the young man opened his mouth, the old man suddenly grabbed his hand.

A red fifty thousand was stuffed into his hand.

"Take it with you for good luck."

The old man patted his grandson on the shoulder with a kind smile in his eyes.

There is also a bit of regret that I can't explain clearly.

"Grandpa, you..."

The four eyes met, and the young man choked up for a moment.

Thinking of the sudden look his grandfather gave him just now, and then looking at the red treasure card in his hand, he couldn't understand what a cruel choice his grandfather had just gone through.

What a pity, what a pity.In order to be able to spend more time with him, his grandfather gave up such a rare opportunity. You must know that for an old man like an old man, that is a mighty force that can overwhelm the world by himself. Tianhu Chunzheng Nine Lotus Lantern , and even touched the red treasure card, that was simply a tsunami...

"Wait, is this... a tsunami?"

Looking up at the distant skyline, the young man opened his mouth.

In his sight, in the sight of the old man, and in the sight of everyone in the entire Shinagawa District, the monstrous waves covered the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a raging tsunami landed on the head.

290 Chapter Five

When Shingo Shimadzu returned to Tokyo again, it was already two months later.

The tsunami came so suddenly and violently that he could only turn his head and run like hell before he had time to react. Fortunately, the horsepower of the motorcycle was unexpectedly strong, and he ran all the way out of the range of the tsunami——