Chapter 398

Nangong Chen and Feng Ze both felt their mouths bitter, and finally Feng Ze took the lead in speaking.

"Don't protect your evening!" Feng Zenan, with a wry smile on his face, turned to the mustard bag and handed it to Gu Zheng: "don't worry, ancient leader. I'll say goodbye now. When I return to Taishan sect, I'll announce that I'll wash my hands in a golden basin and don't touch Dan Dao and identification in the future."

Gu Zheng didn't speak, but took Feng Ze's Mustard bag.

Feng Ze's back looked bleak. When he passed Nangong Chen, he sighed. Feng Ze did not expect that his help would end up in a golden basin and ruin his reputation.

"Master Feng!"

Nangong Chen didn't speak. What he said was Zu Qingbo with an apology on his face.

"This is my bet. According to the agreement, I will also give the participating stall owners a four product resource for each person."

Nangong Chen recovered quickly. When he handed over the bet to Gu Zheng, his face was gone, unwilling and crazy, leaving only a cold hatred.

"Very good." Gu Zheng took over the life-saving jade amulet and resources, but with a faint sound.

"This is your reward." Gu Zheng handed a four product resource to the female nun who had contributed blood before.

"Unexpectedly, things have developed to the present level. There is no movement in Kunlun. What's the matter with the two gods?" Gu argued.

"Who knows, I thought that even if the master of shennian didn't show up, there should be a high-level Kunlun sect to interfere." Qiling said in a loud voice and then said, "isn't it enough for you? I think Zu Qingbo obviously meant to stand out for his friends!" Qiling smiled badly.

"Is this really good?" Gu Zheng was moved.

"What's wrong? Although you've made a lot of money today, the Kunlun sect has a big business. They don't need this."

The sound of Qi Ling's bad smile just fell. Zu Qingbo, who has been talking very little, finally took the initiative to find Gu Zheng: "Gu leader, you really impressed me. You won three times in a row in a contest similar to gambling."

"It's just luck." Gu Zheng smiled.

"I wonder if the ancient leader is interested in gambling with me?" Zu Qingbo asked.

"You want to bet with me, too? What are you betting on?" Gu Zheng asked.

"My friends have lost in your hands. If I don't gamble with you, I'm really sorry." Zu Qingbo said in a loud voice and turned to say, "my friends, the bet with you is a literary bet. I want to gamble with you!"

Zu Qingbo's voice fell to the ground, and the sound of pumping cold air all around sounded like a piece. Who is Zu Qingbo? Zu Qingbo is a genius. He is one of the practitioners of Shushan sect in the same realm. He ranks first in strength without relying on external forces such as immortal tools! How can one not be surprised that he wants to compete with Gu! In the eyes of those who gasp, he won the ancient dispute by force. It's just a game.

"Don't be surprised. If I bet with the ancient leader, my accomplishments will naturally be suppressed in the same state as the ancient leader, and I won't play any tricks, so you can rest assured." Zu Qingbo said.

Gu Zheng hesitated. Each of these princelings is the descendant of the supreme elder of the Kunlun sect, the first of which is Zu Qingbo! The Kunlun high-level naturally attaches more importance to Zu Qingbo, a genius.

The previous bet was a literary fight. If you win, you will win. Although Kunlun's face is not good-looking, it can be justified. But if you beat Zu Qingbo again, it will slap the Kunlun sect in the face, but it's a little too loud! After all, Zu Qingbo is the pride of Kunlun sect and the representative of immortals.

However, Gu Zheng's hesitation was only a moment. He originally wanted to make things big so that the senior level of the Kunlun sect could pay attention to it. The victory or defeat of Zu Qingbo's martial arts fight is definitely a big thing. Since he made the request himself, let them bear the consequences of slapping face! After all, even if the cultivation is suppressed again, he still takes a great advantage. This is his strength. Even if the cultivation is suppressed again, the combat experience still exists. Besides, Emei has been lonely for too long. Now it's time to stand tall and let those who despise him have a good experience.

Gu Zheng smiled and was about to ask Zu Qingbo in detail when a familiar voice sounded outside the crowd.

"Elder martial brother, wait first. You won the ancient leader once. You don't need to do it yet."

The crowd took the initiative to separate a road. It was song Bai's brother song Xiu who came.

"This is really a grand event. Everyone who should come is coming." Gu Zheng smiled.

"I didn't know you came to Kunlun. If you knew earlier, you should have lost."

Song Xiu looked at Gu Zheng. Some in his eyes were not hatred, but contempt and disgust.

"Do you want to bet with him?" asked Zu Qingbo.

"Indeed, I once lost to him. I can't and don't want to give him a second chance to win me." Song Xiu looked at Gu Zheng.

"You are really confident one by one. Why do you think I will bet with you?"

Gu Zheng was not afraid to bet with song Xiu, but he didn't like song Xiu's way of taking it for granted.

"You," Song Xiu said in a loud voice and then smiled, "why? Don't you dare to gamble? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, just say it clearly, we can not gamble."

"Afraid? I don't know how to write this word yet. I just don't want to fight with my defeated generals twice."

Gu Zheng's voice fell to the ground, and the voices of inquiry rang all around.

"What do you mean? The ancient leader has won song Daoyou once?"

"When was this? How did you win song Daoyou?"

"Winning should also be a literary fight? Song Daoyou seems to be a person who doesn't like cultivation and focuses on cooking. What can he compare with the ancient leader?"

"Let me tell you! I don't know how good song Daoyou's cooking is, but the food made by leader Gu is called delicious!"

Luo Jin, who was in a good mood, made a sound. Although he had never eaten anything made by Gu Zheng, he had also smelled the taste. Now, because of Gu Zheng, his inner strength has been purified, which makes him feel kind when he looks at Gu Zheng.

"Oh? It seems that the ancient leader is also an expert in cooking. Do you think their bet is in cooking?"

"It's interesting that two practitioners bet on the way of cooking, hehe..."

"Everybody be quiet!" listening to the discussion, song Xiu's face was a little hot.

"As the saying goes, scholars should be impressed on the third day. The ancient leader once beat me, but it doesn't mean he can still win now! You dare not accept the challenge, which is enough to show that you are afraid." Song Xiu smiled.

"Scared? You're really funny! OK, tell me, how do you want to bet with me?" Gu Zheng disdained.

"Let's make a good dish and ask the judges to evaluate it, but the dishes we made this time can't be what we did during the food competition," Song Xiu said.

Song Xiu and Gu Zheng both cooked several kinds of dishes during the food competition. It is undeniable that the dishes they cooked were the dishes they were good at, but Gu Zheng won in the end. The rules formulated by song Xiu at this time are unfavorable to the ancient dispute from the perspective of the Ming Dynasty!

"After all, it's not a food contest, but a gambling game. Since you want to gamble, I think the rules are the most fair." Gu Zheng said in a voice, and then said: "We use the same ingredients and make the same dishes, so that we can better compare who makes the food more delicious. Otherwise, there will be some problems compared with the two different dishes, radish and cabbage."

"Yes, the ancient leader is right. Such a rule is fair."

"Yes, the two different delicacies are sometimes difficult to choose. Who will be better."

"I think it's better to follow the ancient leader's proposal."

Many of the onlookers spoke.

"Let me bet with him!" seeing that song Xiu didn't speak for a moment, Zu Qingbo said.

"Zu Daoyou, don't worry. I believe song Daoyou won't make counseling so soon. He should be thinking about how to make rules, not afraid."

Gu Zheng was actually very happy with the emergence of song Xiu. After all, song Xiu had something he envied, so he would bet with song Xiu.

"Yes, I'm really thinking about the rules! It's really a good proposal for two people to make the same food with the same ingredients. However, you can't listen to you or me, otherwise it's unfair." Song Xiu continued in a voice "Since it's gambling, the composition of luck is naturally very important. It's better for us to write one of our own dishes, put it in the box, and find someone to draw out one of them as our gambling dishes. What do you think of this?"

"I may not be good at what you're good at. You may not be good at what I'm good at. Your suggestion sounds exciting enough. Basically, if you smoke what you're not good at, you'll lose nine times out of ten." Gu Zheng smiled.

"How dare you bet?" Song Xiu urged.

"I want to know who will choose one of them and who will be the judge?" Gu Zheng asked.

"Well, both the people who are to be selected and the judges are to be selected from these people on the spot. There is only one person responsible for the selection. If this person asks me to appoint, then the ancient leader of the three judges can appoint two people to do it. If the people who are to be selected are to be appointed by the ancient leader, then I will appoint two of the three judges. There is no zero or decimal point in the final food In other words, there are only one to five, and the final score will decide whether to win or lose. Do you think it's fair? "

Song Xiu's proposal sounds fair, but in fact it is absolutely beneficial to him.

First of all, if song Xiu chooses the person in charge of drawing, he will choose Cui Ying who can look at things from each other and let Cui Ying choose his specialty. If Gu Zheng chooses the person in charge of drawing, Gu Zheng does not have the same advantages. This is the home of Kunlun, and Feng Ze's precedent is ahead. Song Xiu wants to find two people who favor him It's not difficult.

Seeing Gu Zheng hesitating, song Xiu smiled and said, "you are a guest. If you agree to this rule, how to choose? Sovereignty can be given to you."

"Yes, but I need to know what the bet is first," Gu Zheng said.

"The bet I want is what you win from Cui Daoyou and Nangong Daoyou."

As soon as song Xiu's words were spoken, there were laughter and cold breath all around.

It is undeniable that song Xiu's bet is a little too much. If he wins, Gu Zheng won twice before. In addition to winning Feng Ze's Mustard pocket, everything else should be returned. But even if he loses the bet, there is a stupid Zu Qingbo behind him. If the bet required by Zu Qingbo still returns the things they lost before, then from the perspective of probability alone, the ancient dispute is a big loss! Often walk by the river, where do you have wet shoes? No normal person would agree to such a bet.

But on the contrary, if the winner is still an ancient dispute, Kunlun will lose more things! This is also the reason why some people take cold breath.

"Song Daoyou's bet is a little too much! Cui Daoyou and Nangong Daoyou lost me 90 five-level resources and a life-saving jade amulet. Do you want to win them back at once?" Gu Zheng shook his head.

"It's true, but if I lose, have you ever thought that you will make a lot of money!" Song Xiu bewitched.

"It's true, but if I lose, I'll lose miserably." Gu Zhengbai glanced at Song Xiu: "but you're willing to bet so much, and I'm happy to accompany you! What's your bet?"

"My bet is a set of fairy tools, the one you've seen!" Song Xiu gritted his teeth.

Gu Zheng's heart moved. He really wanted song Xiu's set of immortal utensils and kitchenware. Even if song Xiu didn't take the initiative to say it, he would put forward this request, but since Song Zhe put it forward, he couldn't agree so easily.

"Although your kitchen utensils are immortal utensils, they are mainly used for cooking and are not suitable for fighting. Although such immortal utensils are still immortal utensils, they seem to be of little use," Gu Zheng said.

"It may not be useful to others, but it's different to you. Don't you want this fairy weapon?" Song Xiu continued to bewitch.

Gu Zheng shook his head: "want is want, but you want to win back what you lost? In that case, raise it again, or I'm not satisfied with your bet."

Song Xiu gritted his teeth: "OK, how about I add another 15 five product resources?"

"Yes, the bet is settled."

Gu Zheng didn't say anything about the bet. Anyway, he just didn't want song Xiu to easily achieve his wish. Song Xiu could add anything at will.

"Now that the bet has been decided, can you say what your supplement to the rules is now?" Song Xiu asked.

"As the judges who participate in gambling, they must not let others do their work in vain. I suggest that all the judges who participate in gambling should be paid five pieces of four product resources by the loser afterwards."

As soon as the voice of Gu Zheng fell, the voices of enthusiastic registration all around sounded. They could taste delicious food and have good resources. No one was not excited.

"Everybody be quiet."

Gu Zheng motioned to everyone to be quiet: "the reward for one person's five four product resources is not low, but I need the judges to be absolutely fair and impartial. The participating judges must make a magic oath and be responsible for his score!"

Gu Zheng's voice fell to the ground. Among the people who had enthusiastically signed up, someone immediately quieted down. Although Gu Zheng's practice can not guarantee the absolute fairness of the judges, it can at least play an insurance role.

Song Xiu frowned. He wanted to refute Gu Zheng's proposal, but he had no reason to refute it.

"The ancient leader's proposal is very fair. I accept it. Now should the ancient leader say your last choice?" Song Xiu said.

"I choose to choose two judges, just you two!"

Gu Zheng pointed to Luo Jin and the female nun who had just helped with the blood transfusion. They have been eager to sign up.

"Yes, I'll choose you as the judge!"

Song Xiu casually instructed a disciple of Kunlun sect.

"This disciple's cultivation is poor. He is in his thirties and is still in the later stage of the second floor! Such a talent can't touch the state of mind demons all his life." Qi Ling smiled.

"It's all right. If I'm not confident in cooking, what else can make me confident? I just want the two judges I choose to be fair." Gu Zhengxin said.

"As for the person responsible for the selection, I'll choose Cui Ying Daoyou!"

Not surprisingly, song Xiu chose Cui Ying.

"Ha ha." Gu Zheng smiled in his heart. He knew that song Xiuhui would choose Cui Ying, but he didn't ask Cui Ying to make a heart devil oath. He just wanted Cui Ying to be disappointed with her confidence again.

"I naturally believe in Cui Daoyou's character." Gu Zheng smiled at Cui Ying and then said, "three judges, you can swear now."

"I, Luo Jin, swear to the heart devil that I will comment on the taste of the delicious food made by the two Taoist friends today from the perspective of fairness and justice, and never add any personal feelings to it. If I break this oath, he will be doomed in the sun heart devil realm!"

Luo Jin swore with his hair, followed by two other people, and soon completed the demon oath.

"Take out the bet!"

Song Xiu took out his set of immortal utensils and kitchenware. Gu Zheng also took out the previously won resources and nangongchen's life-saving jade Fu.

Both of them put their bets on the ground, which made the onlookers envious.

A stall owner contributed a large box. Cui Ying made a hole in the box cover to indicate that song Xiu and Gu Zheng could write a note.

Song Xiu wrote it quickly and threw the note into the box. Gu Zheng also threw the written note in.

Gu Zheng didn't know what song Xiu wanted to cook, but what he wanted to cook was "Jiubian dumplings" that had been cooking for a long time, but had never been cooked.

"I still want to look at things from each other. Last time, you couldn't see what was in the box. Now you still don't give up. Why don't I let you have an illusion?"

Instrument spirit smiled badly. It was about to make Cui Ying's selection deviate. Gu Zheng, with a frown, said, "wait."

"What's the matter?" Qi Ling didn't understand.

If Cui Ying just can't see the things in the box, she still has half the chance to choose the note written by song Xiu, but if Qi Ling helps again, the note she chooses is bound to be written by Gu Zheng.

Gu Zheng is good at delicious food, plus two fair judges, song Xiu's loss will be a certainty. However, Gu Zheng suddenly didn't want to do this.

"Qiling, let her see the things in the box and let him choose the delicious food that song Xiu is good at. What about the same ingredients? I don't believe it. What I do is not as delicious as song Xiu!" Gu Zhengao said.

"OK, have backbone!"

The spirit cheered. Cui Ying, who was still depressed about how her eyes were a little hard to use, immediately felt clear in front of her.

"Sauce three immortals!"

Cui Ying read out the words on the note and showed the note to the public to show that there was no fraud.