Street downstairs.
Zhou Qiubai walked out of the Wanjin Pavilion, and the sun shone on him, making him feel a little dazed.
Three thousand five hundred Gold Soul Coin, just gone.
How should Yang Guyun explain?
He rubbed his brows and felt a headache.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the side. "What are you doing here?"
Zhou Qiubai's body stiffened and he slowly turned his head.
Yang Guyun was standing not far away, holding a cloth bag in his hand. It looked like he had just returned from shopping. His face was expressionless, but there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"Well..." Zhou Qiubai replied with a dry smile, "I'm out for a walk."
"Walking to the entrance of the gambling house?" Yang Guyun glanced at the Wanjin Pavilion's shiny golden plaque, then looked at Zhou Qiubai's slightly guilty expression, and his eyes gradually became dangerous, "You went in to gamble?"
When this sentence came out of Yang Guyun's mouth, his tone was calm and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.
But Zhou Qiubai knows him very well.
The more this happens, the more it means that his heart is already filled with anger and he is about to be unable to suppress it.
"Um... I..." Zhou Qiubai laughed twice and tried to explain, "I'm just curious, so go in and have a look."
"Look?" Yang Guyun glanced at him, "What did you see?"
"I see..." Zhou Qiubai's mind was spinning rapidly, and he said whatever he thought of, "I see that this place is quite luxuriously decorated, the tea is good, and the boss is quite interesting..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Guyun moved.
His movements were neither hasty nor slow, as if he took a step forward naturally, and then his fingers accurately pressed on an acupuncture point under Zhou Qiubai's shoulder blade.
Zhou Qiubai was stiff all over.
"How much did you lose?" Yang Guyun's voice was still calm.
"No... not much." Zhou Qiubai was nervous and wanted to step back, but the finger seemed to be nailed to his shoulder, preventing him from moving.
Yang Guyun didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
People were passing by on the street, and some people had already noticed this strange pair.
One White Clothes Swordsman looked guilty, while the other Black Clothes Spearman had no expression on his face.
The two were extremely close, and at this distance, it felt like they were either fighting or about to kiss.
"Five hundred?" Yang Guyun suddenly spoke, his voice still as calm as water.
"Well, almost." He continued carefully.
Yang Guyun stared at him for three breaths, then pressed his finger down further. "Tell the truth."
"..."
Zhou Qiubai Suddenly felt that sometimes it may not be a good thing for your friends to understand you.
He took a deep breath. "Three thousand and five."
As soon as the words were spoken, the fingers on his shoulders were instantly removed.
Yang Guyun took two steps back and prepared to shoot.
Brother, let's sell it!
Zhou Qiubai's heart was aflutter. "Wait! Listen to my explanation!"
"Explain what?" Yang Guyun had already untied the cloth belt and held the gun barrel with one hand, "You just lost so much money? What will we eat next?"
"We can..."
"What can you do?" Yang Guyun interrupted him, "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, can those fifty thousand Gold Soul Coin and Sword Talisman move?"
Zhou Qiubai was immediately speechless.
You really can't move.
The money was given by Ning Fengzhi. Accepting it would be equivalent to owing a favor.
In the future, if Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect comes to visit us with something, they will have no reason to evade it.
Jianghu people have their own rules and regulations. Some money can be taken, but some money becomes a hot potato once taken.
So they have been using the money they won from previous competitions during this period.
In addition to the fact that they just paid a year's rent and bought some medicinal materials for cultivation and healing, the remaining 3,500 Gold Soul Coin is all their next belongings.
Now, all the belongings are gone.
"We can..." Zhou Qiubai was still struggling, "We can pay on credit first..."
Before he finished speaking, Returnless Spear had already swept over.
It's not a real fight, but a shot with the barrel of the gun sideways, causing a burst of wind.
Zhou Qiubai tiptoed, took three steps back, and the gun barrel brushed against his chest.
"Hey! Are you really going to fight?" he yelled.
Yang Guyun didn't say anything, and the gun's momentum changed from sweeping to stabbing.
This stab was only weak, the tip of the spear stopped half a foot away from Zhou Qiubai's ribs, but its meaning was already obvious.
If you hide again, I will kill you.
Zhou Qiubai has no choice but to retreat.
The two of them just started a "fight" at the door of the Wanjin Pavilion, advancing and retreating, attacking and dodging.
It was said to be a fight, but in fact it was more like playing. Yang Guyun didn't use Soul Power, and Zhou Qiubai didn't draw his sword either. It was just pure body dodge and gunmanship.
Even so, the gun shadow and movement still attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.
"Hey, isn't this Spear and Sword Peerless?"
"Why are we fighting among our own people?"
"I heard that Zhou Qiubai lost a lot at the Wanjin Pavilion just now..."
"That's well deserved!"
Discussions arose one after another. Some people were watching the excitement and did not mind the matter, while others had already begun to place bets on which of the two would give up first.
Zhou Qiubai was hiding from the gun while complaining in his heart.
He really didn't expect Yang Guyun to react so violently.
Three thousand five hundred Gold Soul Coin is a lot, but with their ability, it is not difficult to make money.
Go to Great Soul Arena and play a few more games, and the money will be back soon.
But Yang Guyun obviously doesn't think so.
This guy's thinking is very simple.
Money is earned through hard work, not blown by strong winds.
If you gamble with it and lose, then you shouldn't.
I originally thought that Zhou Qiubai was just a little greedy for money, but I didn't expect...
If you don't know how to bet, what kind of gambling house will you enter?
"I was wrong! I was wrong, why not!" Zhou Qiubai dodged a shot of gunfire and quickly begged for mercy.
Yang Guyun The gun stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't gamble."
"What else?"
"You shouldn't lose everything."
"What else?"
"Shouldn't... shouldn't I hide it from you?" Zhou Qiubai said tentatively.
Yang Guyun stared at him for a long time and suddenly put away the gun.
Zhou Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief.
But before this tone was completely relieved, Yang Guyun spoke again, "How do I pay for it?"
"..."
Zhou Qiubai scratched his head.
He worries about this too.
While he was troubled, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"By the way! We also have Spirit Bone!"
Yang Guyun was stunned. "Spirit Bone?"
"That's right!" Zhou Qiubai said excitedly, "Didn't you say that my thousand-year-old right leg bone, Swift Wind Falcon, is too old to be of use to you? If you sell it, it would be worth eighteen thousand Gold Soul Coin, right?"
Although the vintage is not high, it is more rare and has increased speed. Spirit Bone is very useful for the agility attack type Soul Master.
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment. "You can sell your piece, but I can't."
The "mine" he refers to is the Ice Crystal Pangolin right arm bone that is nearly eight thousand years old.
"Then sell it to me!" Zhou Qiubai said simply, "I don't need it anyway."
Yang Guyun looked at him with complicated eyes.
He knew that Zhou Qiubai was telling the truth.
This guy is very indifferent to external things, including money, Spirit Bone, and reputation.
You will use it when you need it, and you won't feel bad if you throw it away when you don't need it.
This kind of freedom and ease sometimes makes people envious, and sometimes makes people want to beat him.