Chapter 382
Once, she had suggested to the sect leader that they hold an annual mahjong tournament at Qingyuan Sect.
Unfortunately, her proposal was met with unanimous disapproval.
And so, the first Mahjong God Tournament at Qiushui Pavilion officially commenced!
On one side, the days passed peacefully as they played mahjong.
On the other side, on the mountain path leading to the main hall, the former elder of Hengyun Sword City and the three heroes of Hengyun wore expressions of deep sorrow, still reeking of last night’s drinks.
With every few steps up the mountain, they couldn’t help but sigh.
As they sighed, they entered the main hall.
“Old Zeng? What’s going on with you?”
Elder Hanhe happened to be on his way to the main hall as well. He and Elder Zeng were old acquaintances; many years ago, they had forged weapons together and occasionally exchanged forging techniques.
However, Elder Zeng had a good foundation and a high realm, so he had now become a master blacksmith.
“Ah! I’m not here to find you this time.”
Elder Zeng sighed heavily.
“Then what’s the matter?”
“It’s about Li Mo. Let’s talk about it when we see Brother Shangguan!”
Li Mo?
Elder Hanhe was taken aback. He had just passed by Qiushui Pavilion and saw that kid playing mahjong.
Really, he didn’t even say a word after returning from Lankao Mountain.
The two entered the hall.
Upon seeing Shangguan Wencang, Elder Zeng’s first words were:
“Brother Shangguan, my condolences.”
“??”
Shangguan Wencang, puffing on his dry smoke, looked utterly confused.
“Your sect’s Li Mo has fallen in the Yunmeng Underground Palace. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“How is that possible???”
Elder Hanhe leaned back slightly.
Wasn’t that kid just fine playing mahjong over there?
But the two immediately took the matter seriously, as Elder Zeng’s realm and keen eyesight were well-known.
“Absolutely no mistake. I even brought back his remains.”
Elder Zeng pulled out a hair, sorrowfully recounting the events, detailing everything with clarity.
Elder Hanhe’s head buzzed.
Who was that playing mahjong at Qiushui Pavilion?
He suddenly shivered.
From Elder Zeng’s tone, it was clear that the Yunmeng Underground Palace was a strange place. Could it be that he had just—
Seen a ghost?!
P.S.: Happy National Day to all the audience! Wuhu, a seven-day holiday.
It’s been a long time since I had a break. T-T
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**Chapter 421: Does Our Sect Lack a Supreme Elder?**
The sky was just right.
Under the banyan tree at Qiushui Pavilion, the crisp sound of red jade mahjong tiles clattering filled the air.
“How big are we playing?”
“Hmm? Are we betting money? The sect rules prohibit gambling. Last time, Master, you got caught.”
Li Mo’s expression turned serious. It was well-known that he was a man of integrity, utterly opposed to gambling and drugs.
Shang Wu smirked slightly: “Who comes to Qiushui Pavilion for nothing? It’s not every day I get to play mahjong with my precious disciple. What’s the point of not betting some silver? Hehe.”
“…”
Why did the beautiful master’s laughter suddenly sound so sinister?
Qin Yuzhi, with a similarly mischievous smile, was teaching Ying Bing the rules. Li Mo only understood the basics of mahjong and listened along.
This seemed a bit like the Sichuan mahjong from his past life.
In this version, if one family wins, the other three can continue playing until only three families are left or the tiles run out.
So, winning first doesn’t necessarily mean winning the most.
Ying Bing nodded after hearing this, softly saying, “I’ve never played before, so I’m not very good.”
“Me neither.” Li Mo was still trying to grasp the rules, looking a bit dazed.
“No worries, you already understand the rules. Playing is all about luck; beginners often have good luck.”
“Exactly, mahjong isn’t that inconvenient.”
Qin Yuzhi and Shang Wu exchanged glances, both seeing the scheming smiles in each other’s eyes.
Mahjong isn’t that simple, is it?
Suck them dry!
Today, they had to teach the wealthy little Li a lesson!
“I think I’ve won?”
Ying Bing hesitantly pushed her tiles forward, her clear eyes filled with uncertainty.
Heavenly Win, Pure Color.
Qin Yuzhi: “!”
This was unexpected; it had to be a fluke!
Her extraordinary skills hadn’t even had a chance to shine yet!
“?”
Shang Wu looked at Bing with suspicion. How could someone at the table have better luck than her?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
“Ugh.”
Li Mo didn’t win this round and ended up paying the most.
Though Shang Wu and Qin Yuzhi won, their hands weren’t that strong, so all three had to pay.
Bing, on the other hand, made a profit all by herself.
“Pay up, pay up.”
Li Mo pulled out silver, smiling despite losing money.
“Just luck.” Qin Yuzhi was unconvinced.
Shang Wu, feeling the pinch, expressionless, pulled out silver from her pouch. “Let’s continue.”
And so, after five rounds, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Each round, Bing was the first to win, Shang Wu second, Qin Yuzhi third, and Li Mo came in last.
“Wow, this is really strange.”
Li Mo drew another hand, which was a chaotic mix of colors, looking like a house that had been ransacked by a husky.
He didn’t seem cut out for winning at mahjong.
In this round, Shang Wu and Qin Yuzhi both looked pleased, clearly having good starting hands. They exchanged glances, obviously forming an alliance.
Bing remained expressionless, her gaze cool and calm.
“Hmm.”
Qin Yuzhi quickly arranged the red jade mahjong tiles: “I’m not trying to prove how strong I am; I just want to get back what I’ve lost!”
It was clear she was aiming for a big hand this round.
Shang Wu smirked: “Little Bing, can you beat me with this hand? Can you take down the Mahjong God of Qingyuan Sect? I’ll be right here…”
“Gang!” Little Li finally managed to declare a gang, his face lighting up.
A gang counts for direct money.
Then, a delicate, cool hand took the tile and gently pushed the cards.
“Seven Pairs of Dragons.”
Crack!
The Mahjong God of Qingyuan Sect and the Mahjong Overlord of Huanshen Sect were struck dumb, slumping in their chairs, their faces changing dramatically!
“Do you even know how to play? She has Seven Pairs of Dragons, and you declared a gang!” Qin Yuzhi clenched her fists.
“I didn’t know how to play in the first place.” Li Mo looked utterly bewildered.
“Little Bing, you still say you don’t know how to play mahjong!”
Shang Wu gritted her teeth, pulling out her last silver coin.
“I really don’t know how.” Ying Bing tilted her head slightly.
“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”
“I just learned; it should be easier than martial arts and Go, so I picked it up quickly.”
“…”
Shang Wu and Qin Yuzhi were momentarily speechless, unable to refute her.
Turning around, they saw Li Mo grinning like a Cheshire cat, his smile wider than ever.
“What are you laughing at? You haven’t won a single hand, and you’re still smiling while giving Little Bing a pile of points! You’re losing the most!” Shang Wu snapped.
Ying Bing glanced at Li Mo, realizing he had lost all the silver he had just brought out.
So, she extended her delicate hand, taking all the silver she had just won and placing it in front of him.
“Here you go.”
“!”
Li Mo was taken aback, his grin slowly turning into a look of disbelief.
“??”
Qin Yuzhi and Shang Wu exchanged glances, sitting up in shock.
Something was off; it seemed like they had fallen into a trap!
Li Mo had lost the most, but Little Bing had won more than he lost. If they combined their winnings, they still came out ahead, meaning all the money was theirs.
Were they pulling a couple’s scam here?!
“I’m done, I’m done. I’m out of money.”
Shang Wu pushed the mahjong away.
Li Mo glanced at Bing. Today’s mahjong game was originally meant to prevent the unpredictable presence of the old man from resurfacing, as Qin Yuzhi had said.
After playing for a while, he didn’t know if it had any effect.
“Master, you’re out of money, but I still have some.”
“Hmm? You want to honor your master? That’s too kind of you.” Shang Wu’s eyes lit up as she sat back down.
“If it’s too kind, then let’s do it another way.”
Li Mo smiled shyly:
“How about a mahjong loan?”
“?”
At that moment, the game hadn’t even had a chance to restart.
Suddenly, the door of Qiushui Pavilion swung open with a bang.
Shang Wu glanced over and saw the sect leader, Elder Hanhe, and several members of Hengyun Sword City standing at the entrance.
Shangguan Wencang paused when he saw the mahjong table.
Elder Hanhe looked uncertain.
Meanwhile, the members of Hengyun Sword City were stunned to see the little tyrant of the divine hammer sitting there counting silver, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Elder Zeng looked at the hair in his hand, then at him:
“Li Mo, are you a person or a ghost?”
“Of course, I’m not a ghost. How could a ghost play mahjong?”
Seeing the group, Li Mo felt a mix of emotions, and it was a bit amusing.
Before they could shift from shock to confusion, Li Mo joked:
“Of course, I’m a Ba, hehe.”
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