I heard you mix six doors gl

Su Jingyun was so angry that she wanted to beat up the black-haired monkey, but Mr. Ming held her back and made a mouth shape.

"Tolerate."

Mr. Ming said: "Granddaughter, how about borrowing that silver hairpin on your head from Grandpa?"

Su Jingyun held back her anger and said, "Grandpa, that's not okay, I just have this hairpin."

Mr. Ming said: "Grandpa bought a good horse, and when we win the money, I will buy you a gold hairpin and a jade hairpin, and dress you up beautifully."

Su Jingyun pulled out the hairpin feigning reluctance and handed it to Mr. Ming. Mr. Ming called the boy at the racecourse: "Look, how much money can this hairpin be worth?"

The silver hairpin was worthless, so the guy took it and invited the steward. The steward saw that Mr. Ming, Su Jingyun and the dragon official were in the same group, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to mess with, so he asked someone to take a chip or two.

Mr. Ming bet on the weakest horse among them.

After losing the money, Long Guan felt a little bit weird: "Old man, you are pressing your granddaughter's only hairpin. If you keep losing, you will have to send your granddaughter out."

Mr. Ming stared at the field, and said firmly: "No, I am also a veteran gambler, and I have also raised horses..."

Long Guan still bet on the A horse, once the horse came out of the stall, he couldn't wait for the middle, so he used the dragon holding technique, urging the A horse to move forward, but the A horse turned a deaf ear and walked slowly all the way.

"Bastard, run!"

Long Guan patted the table vigorously, the pipe on the table danced, the shredded tobacco fell out, and dust fell all over the ground.

But the skinny horse on the field rushed all the way to the finish line as if its butt was set on fire!

"we won!"

Su Jingyun blushed with excitement, Mr. Ming smiled, and said softly: "Your silver hairpin is back, and you will have the gold hairpin too."

Few people overwhelmed the horse, and when Long Guan saw the silver on the table, his eyes were red with jealousy.

"Mister..." He had no more silver in his hand, so he thought about borrowing some from Mr. Ming.

Fangcai's face disappeared instantly, and was replaced with a flattering smile: "Old man, I offended you just now. Look, I don't have any money at the moment... Can I borrow some?"

Mr. Ming said: "It was the first game just now, and it was thanks to Long Guan that we were able to earn so much money. Not to mention borrowing, these are all used as capital for Long Guan. If we win, we still get fifty or five points."

Mr. Ming took the money bag, divided part of it, and called the boy, "Go and redeem that silver hairpin for me, and if you have the money, you can take it to the gold shop and help me choose a good-looking hairpin." Golden hairpin, a beautiful jade hairpin."

Su Jingyun said: "No need..."

Mr. Ming said: "Girl, it's better to dress up."

Su Jingyun thought to herself, aren't you also a girl, dressed up as a bad old man... Looking back at Mr. Ming, he swept the cigarette ash on the table, and took the pipe under the table.

Long Guan gambled another ten or so times, and lost a lot. The last bit of money was only earned by Mr. Ming who pointed at a horse at the end.

Only then did Long Guan realize that he had met an expert, he smiled obsequiously, and said: "It turns out that the real person doesn't show his face, old man, you are the expert."

Mr. Ming shook his head: "I can't talk about being an expert. I spent my days in the casino in the early years, and got advice from an expert, and I have some skills. However, the small skills are still not as good as the Dragon Raising Technique."

Long Guan said angrily: "I see these Central Plains horses are really stupid!"

Mr. Ming said: "You can't say that. It's probably the book "Horse Classic" that the expert gave me. It is based on the situation."

When Long Guan heard it, he immediately paid attention: "The Book of Horses?"

After listening to Mr. Ming, he knew that he had exposed his mouth, and quickly said: "I'm talking nonsense, Lord Longguan just listen to it."

But Long Guan didn't give up, he rolled his eyes and said: "That can't be said that way, I think the land is vast and rich, and there are many talented people, old man, you hide in the city, if you are born, you will be everyone!"

Mr. Ming smiled and said nothing.

Long Guan persisted and praised Mr. Ming all the time. Mr. Ming stood up and looked as if he was about to leave: "Master Long Guan, I don't want to say that it's not an old man, but that the book of horses is a master's life-long painstaking effort, and it cannot flow into the hands of outsiders." .”

Long Guan said: "I, Guishuang, and Daqi have always been on good terms, why do we talk about it with outsiders?"

Mr. Ming still shook his head.

Long Guan said: "Otherwise, my copy of Dragon Raising Art will never be passed on to the outside world. We will exchange it and take this as an oath not to let outsiders pass it on. What do you think?"

Mr. Ming hesitated.

Long Guan said again: "My book on the art of raising dragons is not limited to horses. If I understand it well, even birds and beasts are not a problem. Speaking of which, I'm still at a loss..."

Mr. Ming gritted his teeth: "Then you and my granddaughter swear here that you will never pass the book on to anyone else."

Long Guan said: "Granddaughter?"

Mr. Ming said: "I'm an old man, and I don't have the heart to read this book. I'll leave it to my granddaughter."

Long Guan said happily: "Okay, okay."

Long Guan and Su Jingyun made an oath, and Mr. Ming asked Su Jingyun to go back to get the "Horse Classic", Long Guan said, then let Su Jingyun go back to Kang Qikangle to get some money by the way.

While Mr. Ming was talking about the "Horse Classic" with Long Guan, Su Jingyun asked Mr. Ming to pay attention to his body, and then he went first.

After leaving the racecourse, Su Jingyun happened to meet the owner of the racecourse. The boss saw that it was Su Jingyun, and hurriedly lifted his robe and knelt down: "The villain has seen Master Su of Zhenbei Prefecture."

Su Jingyun said repeatedly: "No, no, I'm not from Zhenbei Prefecture."

It turned out that three days ago, Mr. Ming announced today's game in the name of Zhenbei Mansion. Mr. Ming is well versed in Qi He Shu, and Dragon Hustle and Qi He Ju are in the same vein. Although it is exquisite, it blocked the recipient's ears, it will never work.So Mr. Ming used the smoke rod as an order to ask the horse boy to plug the ears of the horse that Long Guan was guarding in advance, and then asked the horse boy to prick the horse's buttocks with a thin needle before the horse he chose. Only then did he seduce this greedy man Long Guan took the bait.

The "Horse Classic" is a book fabricated by Mr. Ming himself using the method of appraising horses and some game techniques. It is placed in an inn not far away, waiting to be exchanged for the dragon-raising technique.

Su Jingyun went to the inn to get the "Book of Horses", and then went to the market to find Kang Qi for money. At this time, most of the vendors had closed their stalls, so Su Jingyun went to where they lived, walked outside the door, and heard someone talking inside the door, she was worried Those who are members of the Guangming sect hang their heads down and put their ears on the door to listen to the movement in the room.

The voices of the people in the room were very low. When Su Jingyun heard it, he realized something was wrong—the voice seemed to be from a senior from the second Nanmen Gate!

She leaned closer to listen again, and only heard the words "Mo Qilin" and "Empress Dowager's birthday". The Guangming Cult colluded with people from the Six Doors?

This matter is no small matter, if there is collusion between the inside and outside, the chances of success for the Illuminati will be greatly increased.The voices in the room stopped suddenly, Su Jingyun was startled, and quickly jumped onto the roof, when the door opened, it turned out to be a senior from the six doors.

That man turned out to be a bodyguard from the Five Great Bodyguard Bureaus, and he had been in Six Doors for almost a year. Su Jingyun was hesitant as he watched him walk away.

Mr. Ming doesn't like her getting involved in too many matters of the Guangming Sect. It's okay if this senior brother really betrayed him.

Su Jingyun stayed on the roof for a while, and waited for the door to close again before jumping off the roof, knocked on the door, asked Kang Qikangle for the money, and went back to the racecourse.

When we returned to Shenhou Mansion, it was already dark.Su Jingyun was not in good spirits, and in the afternoon, he ran around the city and the outskirts of the city, and encountered the suspected betrayal of his senior brother, which was like a wilted eggplant.

"What's the matter with you, you've been listless for the past few days, and your face has no blood?"

Seeing that Su Jingyun was not in good spirits all day, Mr. Ming was very worried.

Su Jingyun scratched her head, a little embarrassed: "I... I had my period, um, I lost a lot of blood."

Mr. Ming asked: "Then you are still jumping up and down? Get up early in the morning to carry water and call your watermelon seedlings? Do you still practice plum blossom piles? And..."

Mr. Ming scolded Su Jingyun angrily, and almost twisted her ears to tell her not to catch a cold, and then told Su Jingyun to go to the kitchen to drink brown sugar ginger tea later.

Su Jingyun was looking for an excuse, but she didn't expect to be stunned by Mr. Ming's talk about women.

Uncle, you are about to be exposed!There is no other uncle in the world who knows so much about menstruation, okay?

Mr. Ming spoke in a hurry, supported the table on one side, and started coughing again. Su Jingyun was anxious, and quickly supported him: "What a small matter, do you need to be in such a hurry? Sit down, sit down, Cui San'er Come quickly, pour a glass for Mr. Ming."

Mr. Ming covered his mouth and sat down, Cui Saner hurriedly brought tea, Su Jingyun came over and said, "Take a sip first, I will find you pills and ginseng slices."

"Wait!"

Mr. Ming suddenly held Su Jingyun's hand, Su Jingyun turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The sleeves were pulled up in a vigorous movement, and on Su Jingyun's arm, two ugly scars looked particularly glaring under the moonlight.

With trembling hands, Mr. Ming lightly touched the two blood scabs with his withered fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "This...what's going on here?"