Chapter 402: The Three Immortals

Both Nangong Chen and Feng Ze felt their mouths taste bitter, but in the end Feng Ze spoke first.

"The evening festival is not guaranteed!" Feng Ze, with a wry smile on his face, murmured, and handed the mustard seed bag to Gu Zheng: "Don't worry, Master Gu, I keep my word. I will bid farewell now and wait until I return to the Taishan Sect. After that, I will announce that Jinpen will wash his hands and never touch alchemy or appraisal again."

Gu Zheng didn't say anything, he just took Feng Ze's mustard bag.

Feng Ze's departing back looked a little desolate, and when he passed by Nangong Chen, he let out a sigh. Feng Ze also didn't expect that his help this time would end up being washed away in a golden basin and his whole life's reputation would be ruined.

"Master Feng!"

Nangong Chen didn't speak, but it was Zu Qingbo who spoke with an apologetic look on his face.

"This is my bet. According to the agreement, I will also give each of the participating stall owners a fourth-grade resource."

Nangong Chen recovered quickly. When he handed over the bet to Gu Zheng, the unwillingness and madness were no longer on his face, only a cold hatred remained.

"Very good." Gu Zheng said lightly as he took the life-saving jade talisman and resources.

"This is your reward." Gu Zheng handed a fourth-grade resource to the female cultivator who had donated her blood as promised.

"I didn't expect that things have developed to this point, and there is still no movement from Kunlun. What happened to the two divine thoughts just now?" Gu Zheng thought to himself.

"Who knows, I thought that after the spiritual thoughts were swept away, even if the master of the spiritual thoughts did not show up, there would be high-level officials from the Kunlun Sect who would come out to intervene." The weapon spirit paused, and then said: "Could it be that it's you? Isn't that enough trouble? I see that Zu Qingbo obviously wants to stand up for his friends!" Qi Ling smirked.

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

"What's wrong? Although you made a lot of money today, the Kunlun family has a great cause and they don't lack this little thing."

Qi Ling's evil smile had just faded when Zu Qingbo, who had always spoken very little, finally took the initiative to approach Gu Zheng: "Master Gu, you really impressed me. In this kind of contest similar to a bet, you actually continued Won three times.”

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

"I wonder if Master Gu is interested in gambling with me?" Zu Qingbo asked.

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

"These friends of mine have all lost at your hands. If I didn't take a gamble with you, I would really feel bad." Zu Qingbo paused and then said, "A few of my friends, The bet with you is considered a literary bet, I want to make a martial bet with you!"

Zu Qingbo's voice fell to the ground, and the sound of gasping was heard all around. Who is Zu Qingbo? Zu Qingbo is a genius. Among practitioners of the same level in the Shushan Sect, he is the number one person in terms of strength without relying on external forces such as immortal weapons! He wants to compete with Gu Zheng, how can people not be surprised! In the eyes of those who gasped, it was just a joke that he relied on force to win the ancient war.

"Don't be surprised. If I bet with Master Gu, my cultivation will naturally be suppressed to the same level as Master Gu, and I won't be cheating, so you can rest assured." Zu Qingbo said.

Gu Zheng was a little hesitant. Each of these princelings was a descendant of the Kunlun Sect's Supreme Elder, and the leader among them was Zu Qingbo! Kunlun's senior officials naturally valued the genius Zu Qingbo more.

The previous bet was regarded as a literary fight, and if you win, you will win. Although the Kunlun side does not look good in terms of face, it is justified. But if you beat Zu Qingbo in a martial arts fight again, this slap will be a slap in the face of the Kunlun faction, but A little too loud! After all, Zu Qingbo is the pride of Kunlun Sect and can be regarded as a representative among the immortal cultivators.

However, Gu Zheng's hesitation was only for a moment. He originally wanted to make the matter bigger so that the higher-ups of the Kunlun Sect would pay attention. The winning or losing of Zu Qingbo's martial arts fight is definitely a big deal. Since he made the request himself, let them bear the consequences of being slapped in the face! After all, even if his cultivation is suppressed, he still has a huge advantage. This is his strength. Even if his cultivation is suppressed, his combat experience is still there. Besides, Emei has been lonely for too long, and now it's time to straighten his back and let those who look down on him take a good look at him.

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

"Senior brother, please wait a moment. I won Master Gu once, and you don't need to take action yet."

The crowd took the initiative to part ways, and the person coming was none other than Song Bai's brother Song Xiu.

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

"I didn't know you were coming to Kunlun. If I had known earlier, you would have lost long ago."

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

"You want to bet with him?" Zu Qingbo asked.

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

"You are all so confident. Why do you think I will make a bet with you?"

Gu Zheng was naturally not afraid of making a bet with Song Xiu, but he didn't like Song Xiu's taking things for granted.

"You..." Song Xiu's voice paused, and then he smiled: "What? Don't you dare to gamble? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, as long as you say it clearly, it's okay if we don't gamble."

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

As soon as Gu Zheng finished speaking, there were a lot of questioning voices from all around.

"What do you mean? Master Gu defeated fellow Taoist Song once?"

"When did this happen? How to win fellow Taoist Song?"

"Winning should also be a literary battle, right? Fellow Taoist Song seems to be a person who doesn't like practicing and focuses on cooking. How can he compare with Master Gu?"

"Let me tell you! I don't know how good Taoist Song's cooking skills are, but the food made by Master Gu is so delicious!"

Luo Jin, who was in a very good mood, spoke up. Although he had never eaten anything made by Gu Zheng, he had smelled the smell. Now, because of Gu Zheng, his inner energy has been refined, which makes him feel friendly no matter how he looks at Gu Zheng.

"Oh? It seems that Master Gu is also a master of cooking. Could it be that their bet is about cooking?"

"Interesting, two cultivators actually made a bet on their cooking skills, hehe..."

"Everyone, be quiet!" Listening to everyone's discussion, Song Xiu's face felt a little hot.

"As the saying goes, after three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration. Master Gu once defeated me, but that doesn't mean he can still win now! You don't dare to accept the challenge, which is enough to show that you are afraid." Song Xiu said with a smile.

"Are you scared? You're really funny! Okay, tell me, how do you want to bet with me?" Gu Zheng said disdainfully.

"Each of us will cook a specialty dish, and then ask the judges to evaluate it. But the dish we make this time cannot be the one we made 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 all dishes that they were good at, but in the end, Gu Zheng was the winner. The rules formulated by Song Xiu at this time are obviously detrimental to the ancient struggle!

"After all, this is not a food competition, but a bet. Since we are going to bet, I think this is the fairest rule." Gu Zheng paused for a moment, then added: "Let's use the same ingredients and make the same dishes, so Only then can we better compare which one makes more delicious food, otherwise there will be certain problems in comparing the two different dishes, radish and cabbage."

"Yes, Master Gu is right, such rules are fair."

"Yes, with two different delicacies, sometimes it's hard to decide which one is better."

"I think it's better to just follow Sect Leader Gu's suggestion."

Many of the people watching spoke.

"Let me bet with him!" Zu Qingbo said when Song Xiu didn't speak for a while.

"Don't be anxious, fellow Taoist ancestor. I believe fellow Taoist Song will not give in so quickly. He should be thinking about how to make rules, rather than being afraid."

Gu Zheng was actually very happy when Song Xiu appeared. After all, Song Xiu had something he envied, so he had to make a bet with Song Xiu.

"Yes, I am indeed thinking about the rules! It is indeed a good idea for two people to use the same ingredients and make the same food. However, I can't listen to you or me as to what dishes to make. Otherwise it would seem unfair." Song Xiu paused. , continued: "Since it is gambling, the element of luck is naturally very important. How about we do this, each person writes a dish that he is good at, and then puts it in the box, and finds someone to pick out one of them as the dish for us to bet on. "How do you feel about this?"

"I may not be good at the dishes you are good at, and you may not be good at the dishes I am good at. Your suggestion sounds really exciting. Basically, if you draw a dish you are not good at, you will lose in all likelihood. ." Gu Zheng smiled.

"What, do you dare to bet?" Song Xiu urged.

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

"Let's do it this way. Whether it's the person who draws or the judges, they will be selected from these people on the scene. There is only one person in charge of the draw. If this person is asked to be appointed by me, then the three judges, the head Gu, can appoint two people. Do. If the person to be drawn is appointed by the ancient leader, then I will appoint two of the three judges. There will be no zero points or decimal points for the final score, only one to five, based on the final score. Do you think it’s fair to decide who wins or loses?”

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

First of all, if Song Xiu were to choose the person in charge of the selection, he would definitely choose Cui Ying, who can see things from a distance, and let Cui Ying choose his specialty dishes. If Gu Zheng is allowed to choose the person responsible for the draw, Gu Zheng does not have the same advantages. This is Kunlun's home field. There is a precedent of Feng Ze in front of him. Song Xiu wants to find two people who will favor him in scoring. None are difficult.

Seeing Gu Zheng's hesitation, Song Xiu smiled and said: "You are a guest. If you agree to this rule, then how to choose, the sovereignty can be left to you."

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

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

As soon as Song Xiu spoke, there were sounds of laughter and gasps from all around.

It was undeniable that Song Xiu's bet was a bit excessive. If he won the bet, Gu Zheng would have to return everything except Feng Ze's mustard seed bag from the two previous bets he won. But even if he loses the bet, there is Zu Qingbo behind him who is ready to make a move. If the bet required by Zu Qingbo is still to return what they lost before, then from a probability perspective, the ancient dispute is Suffered a big loss! How can I not get my shoes wet when I often walk along the river? No normal person would agree to such a bet.

But on the other hand, if the winner this time is still Gu Zheng, Kunlun will have a lot to lose! This is also the reason why some people take a breath of cold air.

"Fellow Daoist Song's bet is a bit too much! Daoist Cui and Nangong have lost to me a total of ninety fifth-grade resources, plus a life-saving jade talisman. Do you want to win them back in one go?" Gu Zheng shook his head.

"That's true, but if I lose, have you ever thought about it, you will make a lot of money!" Song Xiu said bewilderedly.

"That's true, but if I lose, it will be a big loss." Gu Zheng rolled his eyes at Song Xiu: "But, you are willing to bet such a big thing, and I am happy to accompany you! What is your bet? "

"My bet is a set of immortal weapons, the same set you have seen!" Song Xiu gritted his teeth.

Gu Zheng's heart moved. He really wanted Song Xiu's set of fairy kitchen utensils. Even if Song Xiu didn't take the initiative to say it, he would make this request, but now that Song Zhe had asked it, he couldn't agree so easily.

"Although your kitchen utensils are fairy weapons, they are mainly used for cooking and are not suitable for fighting. Although such fairy weapons are still fairy weapons, they don't seem to be of much use." Gu Zheng said.

"It may be of no use to others, but it's different for you. Don't you want this set of immortal weapons?" Song Xiu continued to confuse.

Gu Zheng shook his head: "You want it, but you want to win back what you lost, right? If that's the case, then raise your bet again, otherwise I won't be satisfied with your bet."

Song Xiu gritted his teeth: "Okay, how about I add fifteen more fifth-grade resources?"

"Okay, the bet is settled."

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

"Now that the bet has been decided, can you tell me now what your additions to the rules are?" Song Xiu asked.

"As a judge who participates in gambling, I definitely can't let my work go in vain. I suggest that for all judges who participate in gambling, the losing party should pay each of them five pieces of fourth-grade resources as hard work."

As soon as Gu Zheng finished speaking, there was a chorus of enthusiastic registrations from all around. It was a good thing to be able to taste delicious food and get resources, and no one was not excited.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Gu Zheng signaled everyone to be quiet: "The reward for five pieces of fourth-grade resources per person is not low, but I need the judges to be absolutely fair and impartial. The participating judges must swear an inner demon oath and be responsible for their scores!"

After Gu Zheng's words fell, some people in the crowd who had signed up enthusiastically immediately fell silent. Although Gu Zheng's approach cannot guarantee absolute fairness among the judges, it can at least serve as an insurance policy.

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

"Master Gu's proposal is very fair. I accept this proposal. Now is it time for Master Gu to reveal your final choice?" Song Xiu said.

"I choose to choose two judges, and I will choose you two!"

Gu Zheng pointed out Luo Jin and the female cultivator who had just helped with the blood transfusion. They had been actively signing up.

"Okay, I'll choose you to be the judge!"

Song Xiu casually pointed out a disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

"This disciple's cultivation is poor. He is already in his thirties, but he is still at the late second level! Such a talent will never encounter the inner demon realm in his lifetime." Qi Ling said with a smile.

"It's okay. If I'm not confident in my cooking skills, what else can make me confident? I just want the two judges I choose to be fair." Gu Zheng thought to himself.

"As for the person responsible for selecting, I will choose Fellow Taoist Cui Ying!"

As Gu Zheng expected, Song Xiu chose Cui Ying.

"Haha." Gu Zheng laughed in his heart. He knew that Song Xiu would choose Cui Ying, but he didn't ask Cui Ying to take the oath of inner demons. He just wanted Cui Ying to be disappointed once again when she was confident in her.

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

"I, Luo Jin, swear to my inner demon that when I comment on the taste of the food made by two fellow Taoists today, I will do so from a fair and just perspective, and I will never add any personal feelings to it. If I violate this oath, my heart will be ruined." There will be no recovery in the demonic realm!”

Luo Jin took the lead in swearing, and the other two people followed closely and quickly completed the oath of the inner demon.

"Take out the bets!"

Song Xiu took out his set of fairy kitchen utensils, and Gu Zheng also took out the resources he had won before, plus Nangong Chen's life-saving jade charm.

Both of them placed their bets on the ground, much to the envy of the onlookers.

A stall owner contributed a large box, and Cui Ying used her inner strength to punch a hole in the box lid, indicating that Song Xiu and Gu Zheng could write notes.

Song Xiu quickly wrote it 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 the dish he wanted to cook was 'nine-sided dumplings' that he had acquired cooking skills for a long time but had never made before.

"I still want to see things from a distance. Last time, I made you unable to see what was in the box. Now you still don't give up. Why don't I let you have the illusion?"

Qi Ling smirked, seeing that Cui Ying's selection was about to go awry, Gu Zheng frowned and said, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Qi Ling was puzzled.

If Cui Ying just couldn't see what was in the box, she would have a 50% chance of choosing the note written by Song Xiu, but if the spirit of the weapon helped, the note she chose would definitely be the one written by Gu Zheng.

Gu Zheng's specialty, plus two fair judges, Song Xiu's defeat was a foregone conclusion. But Gu Zheng suddenly didn't want to do that.

"Spirit of the weapon, let her see what's in the box, and let him choose the delicacy that Song Xiu is good at. I don't believe that my food is not as delicious as Song Xiu's with the same ingredients!" Gu Zheng said arrogantly.

"Good, you have guts!"

The spirit of the weapon cheered, and Cui Ying, who was originally depressed about why her eyes were not working well, immediately felt clear in front of her eyes.

"Three Immortals of Jiang!"

Cui Ying read out the words on the note, and then motioned the note to everyone to see, to show that she was not cheating.