Tianguanzhi

The two of them were flashing around in the air, going back and forth, their eyes fixed on the same card.

ECG markers are not a surprising trick, but they are very practical.

Gu Jianqiu's eyes wandered.

The principle of marking is similar to that of ECG antiques. The artifacts created by ECG masters who often use or concentrate on polishing will leave residual ECG on them. Over time, ECG antiques will be formed. Marking deliberately leaves ECG antiques on the artifacts. In addition to making the artifacts It gets hot for a short period of time, and there is no abnormality at all on the outside.

In ancient times, this kind of behavior was often used as a means of communication between fellow sects. Because the same standard ECG, according to the habits of different sects in inputting ECG, will show unique marks on the artifacts, and even special ECGs will be derived in the future. Cryptography is used to convey military information.

When the two of them were shuffling the cards, they quietly left the electrocardiographic marks of Hakkamon and Kogami-ryu on the ace of spades. Naturally, it was easy to tell which card they wanted.

Suddenly, Gu Jianqiu noticed a hurried silhouette and frowned.

"Bitao! Xiaoxiong! Who asked you to come?"

She held a stick in one hand and pulled Xiaoxiong's ear from among the martial arts disciples.

"Sister, I, I'm just here to take a look."

"Where's Uncle Qiu?"

Fu Lemei frowned and asked, following Little Bear's gaze into the field.

tearing~

Qiu Shengtao went to grab the cards that fell into Kijima's hands, but he missed the target and only tore off the opponent's half-draped haori. He was kicked hard in the chest, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Miio Kijima giggled, her clogs had disappeared, and she stepped on Qiu Shengtao's face with her bare feet. She turned over the poker in her hand and found the ace of spades.

"ありがとうございます" (Thank you for your patronage).

Miio Kijima likes to step on men's faces.

This bad habit probably started after she killed her master. When the gray-haired old man was trampled under her feet and his toes were wet with the blood he coughed up, Miio Kijima was about to climax with excitement.

"Please let go of my uncle."

The tiger head stick is only one foot away from Miio Kijima.

Fu Lemei frowned. In front of her, Miio Kijima's heartbeat was like an exploding thundercloud, soaked in the strong smell of blood.

She must have killed many people...

Miio Kijima looked at Fu Lemei aggressively, and after a long time she exhaled. She moved her feet away from Qiu Shengtao's body, lowered her head to look for her clogs, and said: "One hundred thousand yuan, you plan to cash , or a golden ticket?”

Qiu Shengtao was so humiliated that he refused to give up. He turned over and pulled out the long strip of cloth from his back with his right hand. Miio Kijima suddenly raised her head, and two streams of white air spurted out from her mouth and nose. There was a clang, and Qiu Shengtao's double Two blood flowers bloomed on the arm.

Miio Kijima rushed in front of Qiu Shengtao, with his strong thighs protruding like a rampart, and a fierce knee hit Qiu Shengtao's chest. Qiu flew backwards, and the cloth in his hand rose into the sky and fell into Miio Kijima's hands.

"What I hate the most is people who refuse to accept their losses."

Miio Kijima's face was filled with murderous intent that could not be concealed.

"シナブタ"

The people present could not understand Jinju's language, but Cui Shouqi suddenly changed his expression.

Gu Jianqiu played with the mahjong in his hand and moved away from the card table unconsciously, ready to play.

If you help Fu Lemei out of the siege, it will easily attract the attention of the Dragon Skin Society and also arouse the vigilance of Miio Kijima. It will be more difficult to kill her in the future.

Today's farce is just a battle of wills. Miio Kijima would not kill anyone in public...

As soon as the warriors present saw the blood, they couldn't hold it back. Fu Lemei, who was standing at the front, glared at Miio Kijima, and the long tiger-headed stick in his hand also lit up with blue light.

Snapped!

As soon as Miio Kijima's toes left the floor, a mahjong tile hit her feet.

Lao Yang, Lao Yang, you were right when you scolded me.

Gu Jianqiu thought to himself.

The sound of mahjong popping is like a basin of cold water rising to stop boiling.

Miio Kijima looked towards the second floor and narrowed his eyes when he saw it was Gu Jianqiu.

Gu Jianqiu got up from the table and quickly walked to the first floor, ignoring the surprised looks of the two young masters.

"Ah, Lord Jianqiu, we are really destined."

Miio Kijima opened his ears lazily, and the cold air around his body lingered.

Gu Jianqiu waved his hand to stop Fu Lemei from speaking, and cupped his hand to Mixiong Kijima: "Miss Kijima, can you give me some face? That's the end of today's matter."

"Ah~ Jianqiu-kun." Miio Kijima bit his little finger: "You seem to have overestimated yourself. Or am I not seeing that Jianqiu-kun is actually a martial arts master?" "Of course I am not Miss Kijima's opponent." Gu Jianqiu spread his hands: "This is a casino. I am willing to play another game with Miss Kijima. If I win by chance, I hope Miss Kijima will let them leave."

Miio Kijima's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head: "Although I like gambling very much, if you can't get money out of the money, I won't bet with you."

Just as Gu Jianqiu was about to speak, Cui Shouqi on the second floor raised his glass: "I'll pay for it!"

The manager obviously knew Cui Shouqi. He went downstairs and just said something to Mr. Cui when he was interrupted by Cui Shouqi.

"I said Miss Jinju, how much money do you have?"

Miio Kijima rolled his eyes: "Including what we just received, we still have three or four hundred thousand."

"Just 400,000, I'll pay for the bet!"

Cui Shouqi held the railing: "Jianqiu, I told you, if you win today, it's yours, if you lose, it's mine. Let's bet with her!"

"it is good!"

Miio Kijima agreed: "Jianqiu-kun, how do you want to bet?"

"Same as before, each of us shuffles a round of cards."

Gu Jianqiu picked up a deck of unopened playing cards from the ground and handed them to Miio Kijima: "But I don't have the ability to fly into the sky and escape like the two of you just now. Let Miss Kijima draw first."

Miio Kijima's smile became even brighter. She took the cards unceremoniously, and after a simple round of shuffling, handed the cards to Gu Jianqiu.

Gu Jianqiu divided the cards into two piles, put his hands on the cards, and after a while, he crossed the bridge to shuffle the cards, and then spread the cards into a fan in his hands.

"Draw the cards, Ms. Kijima."

Miio Kijima's smile had disappeared, and she stared at Gu Jianqiu.

"How do you know the martial arts of Xiangjin style?"

Gu Jianqiu didn't even look at her: "I am a second-year student in the natural history department of Jiangning Normal School. There is a lecturer in our natural history department who teaches Jinju language. His name is Matsushita Yusuke. I have a close personal relationship with him. He has taught me a few basic lessons. The incense flow."

Cui Shouqi was confused upstairs and couldn't help scratching his hair.

There is a Jinju language teacher in the Normal School, but what is his name? What help? With his old arms and legs, can he still do martial arts?

Matsushita was one of the three major surnames in the Kogami-ryu tradition, and Miio Kijima was momentarily confused.

Of course Gu Jianqiu lied.

The Kogami-ryu was a trophy obtained after he and his comrades sank a "Sa"-class [Momota Maru] in the Battle of the Yellow Sea in his previous life. In fact, because of the geopolitical friction between Jinju and Haitang in his previous life, it lasted until the middle of the twentieth century. , Gu Jianqiu has mastered the most fragments of martial arts, and Jin Ju has the most ancient martial arts.

At this moment, at least twenty of the Yaya Chacha cards in his hand were marked with the Xiangshen style.

"Miss Kijima, I don't know what the cards in my hand are. This is gambling, isn't it? Please draw a card."

Miio Kijima struggled for a long time and finally pulled out a ten of hearts.

Gu Jianqiu took the middle one without hesitation.

He spread it out, and it was an ace of spades.

Miio Kijima stared at Gu Jianqiu.

"I'm just luckier than you. Regardless of the use of ECG, I only have fourteen ECGs, and my eyesight and hand speed are not as good as yours. It's impossible for me to show off in front of you."

Gu Jianqiu's expression did not change.

"Forget it about the money, but I hope Ms. Kijima will keep what she has."

"Humph."

Miio Kijima lost interest, dropped the long cloth package, turned around and left.

Cui Shouqi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Gu Jianqiu calling out his senior brother.

Miio Kijima was not a man of faith. She would rather kill Cui Shouqi and escape from Haitang than give him any money. If Cui Shouqi said a few more words and involved him, it would be unsightly.

A piece of cloth drooped down, and a black glazed knife handle came into Gu Jianqiu's eyes.

Charged weapon, eight-shot sect's famous score: tiger flame type.

What a knife.

He handed the knife to Fu Lemei, who was closest to him, and nodded to her.

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