The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

The last four words fell like a heavy mountain. Shui Menghan's face suddenly darkened. She was also a flexible person, so she immediately pointed out: "Senior, are you sure that I will lose?"

There was a hint of anger in these words.

Hearing the anger in her words, the other person didn't care at all, and just said casually: "As expected...you do have the general outline of the 'Nine Styles of the Divine Sword'...did that guy copy it to you? That's all. ...It doesn't matter, that guy's swordsmanship is good, but after all, it's someone else's sword, the aura is wrong, and it will be inappropriate after too much practice..."

"...In this case, we need the first four postures, the 'Moon Zi Jue'."

"This is a big deal...you, maybe, can make the decision?"

The casual tone of these words made Shui Menghan's heart keep rising with unknown anger... But at this moment, she became calmer. After taking a long breath, she said: "Okay! This One fight, I’ll take it! Please come to me, Senior Dharmakaya!”

"...No need to do that, you hold the painting and you can choose the gambling position as you like, the technique as you like, the outcome as you want, everything as you like..."

The words were spoken casually.

"Let's get started."

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Shui Menghan is still too young after all.

She didn't know that back then, the young master of Xuanmen had competed countless times with the master of Xuanmen in various weird and bizarre ways, both secretly and openly. However, the master of Xuanmen was a scholar of heaven and earth. Or fishing, gardening and other miscellaneous competitions... The young uncle has never defeated the Master of Xuanmen once.

But... except for one kind of competition, it's called gambling.

As long as he was on the gambling table, the young master never made a mistake.

To use a modern term, that is, as long as it is a gambling game, you can use plug-ins and plug-ins at will, even if the other side is a god, it will torture you.

Even the infinitely knowledgeable Master of Xuanmen back then could not defeat his junior uncle at this point despite all his efforts... How could Shui Menghan possibly defeat this Xuanmen God of Gamblers?

So... someone who was full of anger failed miserably. She refused to accept the challenge again and again, and changed several gambling games... Pai Gow, dice... After various "changes", supplemented by the methods between practitioners, Things like changing the rules such as concretization...but, without exception, they all failed.

Shui Menghan felt that she was facing an insurmountable peak. Even the gambling method she had racked her brains to concoct would be seen through by her junior uncle at a glance, and then he would crush her, the "rule maker". "...

A feeling of powerlessness welled up in Shui Menghan's heart.

"It's already been one hundred and one rounds...do you want to continue?"

Naturally, it was impossible for the junior uncle to bully the small and say that "one round determines the outcome." In fact, the condition he gave Shui Menghan was - "You can compete in as many rounds as you want, as long as you can win in one round, Even if you win, you will lose until you don’t want to compete anymore.”

This condition seems quite generous, and it clearly gives Shui Menghan the opportunity to challenge endlessly. It seems that as long as he keeps challenging, he will always succeed... But after losing more than a hundred games in a row, Shui Menghan finally realized something The thing is, if you want to beat the person opposite you at the gambling table, you must at least practice to the end of the world...

Such an obvious gap can only be described as a world of difference...

"As expected of...Xuanmen Junior Master Uncle."

Although the gambling game seems to be a trivial game, Shui Menghan knows that what the two of them competed with just now is by no means a gambling game in the ordinary sense... And how can someone who can completely control the rules and defeat the home game in an away game just specialize in a trivial game? ?

After pondering for a moment, Shui Menghan finally let go of her clenched fists, and she sighed: "There is no need to compete anymore, it is the junior who lost."

"Oh? You gave up after only one hundred and one games..." A slightly confused voice came from the other side, and then slowly turned to praise, "Not bad... I know how to advance and retreat."

"...It's not about advancing or retreating, it's just that we have clearly understood the gap between us and our predecessors, so we should hone ourselves in the hope that one day we can turn defeat into victory, instead of dwelling on it now." When Shui Menghan "admitted defeat", he felt unwilling to do so, but after finishing his words After that, he accepted it calmly and continued calmly.

"...It's a bit interesting..." Hearing the sound, the admiration in the voice gradually became stronger, but he continued, "In that case, let me give you something that my senior brother once said..."

"Seek defeat before you can be invincible."

Hearing the sound, Shui Menghan was shocked, with confusion in his eyes: "Being defeated...can you be undefeated?"

"That's the literal meaning... You are neither Qing'er nor the second child, nor the one from the demon world, or your father, your master, or even your senior brother... There are so many powerful and powerful people in the world, how can you walk in this world without defeat in your life? ? Being afraid of defeat and holding back, and being afraid of the unknown and holding back, must be the bottleneck of your current state... A defeat tonight may be a good thing for you. "

After these words fell, Shui Menghan suddenly thought deeply... Especially the first few names in the words of the young master's uncle made him even more concerned...

"Could it be that even those...two people have been defeated before?"

It's not that she doesn't believe what the other person said, but it's actually that those two are famous beings... they are the 'saint' and the 'demon' in the 'Lin Sheng Demon Fairy', and they are top existences even in Xuanmen... But never thought that they had failed before?

It's... unimaginable.

"Defeated. When my second son was not half as tall as you, he sneaked out and fought with the Demon Emperor. He was beaten up and managed to escape; Qing'er was also taught a harsh lesson by your master. After lying in bed for several days, I was laughed at a lot..."

This extremely casual remark was used to describe the past of the two contemporary masters in an almost joking manner... Shui Menghan was stunned at first, and then became very interested.

Then he continued.

"Do you think they never thought about losing before the challenge? No, they knew they would lose, but they still went to challenge."

"I have never lost since my debut. It sounds impressive, but it is just a ridiculous reputation. How can I reach the top if I have never failed? To put it bluntly, the strong will be strong for a long time, like falling into a beautiful dream and not knowing how to reflect on themselves... So I often challenged my senior brother to a fight, and my senior brother also took the initiative to invite me to play... The key is here."

After the long words fell, Shui Menghan fell into deep thought. After a long time, she raised her head slightly, clasped her fists and said respectfully: "Junior, please teach me!"

As she spoke, a sea-blue light suddenly appeared in her hand. As she tapped her jade finger, the blue light suddenly condensed, and a newly painted golden jade slip fell on the table at the front of the temple.

I saw a crescent seal printed on the jade slip...

"Nine styles of the divine sword, the moon character formula..."

There was a distant voice coming from there, like nostalgia, like sadness, after all the complexity, it turned into a trace of indifference.

Hearing the voice, Shui Menghan didn't ask much, and put down the jade slip directly, and she clasped her fists and said: "Then... I'll leave everything to you, senior, and I'll take my leave."

There was no movement there.

Shui Menghan turned around, but before stepping out, she couldn't help but look back and asked the question in her heart that she couldn't suppress: "Senior... why don't you go back to Xuanmen?"

What responded to her was a silence, and then a "serious" word.

"Now that I can't beat my senior brother, why go back?"

This sentence seemed to contradict the previous one, but Shui Menghan heard the true meaning of it. She couldn't help but smile, turned around, went out, and left facing the moonlight, without dragging her feet, leaving only a sentence that echoed here.

"You are indeed worthy of being the junior master of Xuanmen. Should I say you are shameless or casual?"

When these words faded away with the night wind, a man in purple clothes appeared in the room. He looked at the "painting of a blunt sword" and thought about something...

"...Brother, is this the person you chose for Xiao'er? Well, he is a good child, but a little stubborn and likes to hold grudges."

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a stroke of his right hand, a row of floating words suddenly appeared on the table...

"She? The third... whimsical thing?"

(ps: Oh, I can't resist my yearning for the junior master of the God of Gamblers, so I still wrote this chapter. Well, it's a foreshadowing. The second whimsical thing must have been guessed by the keen readers. The third one will be more interesting... brackets, smile)