The years when I was an old man

I know that although my father is known as the master of thousands of sects, he is the object of countless people's admiration.

But I know better that his journey has not been easy.

Thousands of masters are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river, and there are others in the rivers and lakes eager to try.

Not to mention anything else, just one Gu Sect will make me burnt out.

Thinking of this, I opened my heart and asked directly:

"Mr. Luo, is the person you are looking for to dispel the Gu, today's King Miao?"

Luobei did not answer my question, but asked instead:

"Shouldn't you ask me, how did Melo die?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew that Luobei had confirmed my identity.

But should I tell the truth?

For a while, I was caught in a dilemma.

After all, I only met Luo Bei a few times, even though I was saved today.

But there is no guarantee that he designed a trap for me.

But if I don't tell the truth, it may be difficult for me to get the real answer.

After thinking about it, I used an ambiguous attitude and asked him:

"If Mr. Luo is willing to speak, I am willing to listen!"

Luo Bei squinted at me, maybe my cunning made him a little dissatisfied.

He didn't say much, walked slowly to the bookshelf, pointed to the top shelf of the bookshelf, and said:

"See that box? Take it off!"

I didn't understand what Luobei meant, but I still followed what he said.

Climb up the ladder and take the top box down.

It's just an ordinary copper storage box with scratches on it, it looks like it's old.

Putting the copper box on the table, he continued:

"I have collected a lot of antique gambling equipment, some of which are even orphans. But among these collections, this one is the most precious to me. Open it and have a look!"

To make Luobei pay so much attention, the things inside must be very precious.

I carefully opened the lid of the box, for fear of accidentally damaging the contents inside.

When the lid was opened and I saw what was inside, I was a little disappointed.

I thought the things here should be quite precious.

But what was inside were actually two boxes of very ordinary playing cards.

And this kind of poker was popular decades ago.

The texture is much worse than the current one.

Luobei seemed to be afraid that the card would be damaged if it took too long, so he specially plastic-sealed it outside.

I don't understand why Luobei collects this kind of playing cards?

Luo Bei also looked at poker, and he said slowly:

"You must have thought that the things here are priceless, but you didn't expect it to be just two decks of ordinary playing cards?"

I nodded.

"Then take a closer look, is there anything special about this deck of playing cards?"

I picked up the playing cards and looked at them carefully.

The sides of the entire deck of cards were stained with dark red stains.

The upper and lower pictures also have similar things.

Apart from these, I can't see any difference.

Luobei pointed to the print on the card and asked me:

"Do you know what this is?"

I shook my head.

"Bloodstains! Some cards have been soaked in blood, and I put them inside. After a long time outside, after drying, they have fallen off and can't be seen..."

A deck of cards stained red with blood, I looked at Luo Bei with even more doubts.

I have vaguely guessed why he let me watch this.

Sure enough, Luo Bei continued:

"These two decks of cards are the cards used by Melo in the last game. After the game was over, the servants wanted to throw them away as garbage. I was reluctant to give up, so I put them away. You know, Melo as a thousand The legend of the door generation. There are countless games in his life, but he has never lost. But in this last game, the card was blood-stained and lost his life. This card also witnessed the fall of the legend of the thousand doors. How can it be disposed of as garbage? ?”

At this moment, Luobei was full of emotion.

Looking at the poker cards in my hand, it seems that I have returned to those years.

The difference between me and him is that I look at the cards.

In front of my eyes is still the appearance of my father's tragic death in front of me.

This memory is painful for me.

But every time I calm down, that scene appeared in front of me uncontrollably.

Holding the cards, I read them over and over many times.

In my mind, I imagined the scene of my father's blood staining the gambling table and soaking the cards.

"Mr. Luo was there at that time?"

With his hands on his back, Luo Bei paced slowly in the room.

He didn't answer my question, but said earnestly:

"If you go all the way from Habei to Yundian. The purpose is to find out the cause of your father's death and avenge your father. Then I can only say that you are looking for a fish after a tree, and you are going in the wrong direction!"

I looked at Luo Bei puzzled, not understanding what he meant.

And he didn't look at me at all, while walking slowly, he continued:

"Whether it's me or Liu Yunxiu, including Dianzhong Sanmei, they are all called the king of gambling. The name sounds loud, but in fact it's just that others don't want to compete with us. The real boss is always hidden behind the scenes They are the ones who have the means to reach the sky and the earth, and the ability to steal the sky. If they are willing, us so-called gambling kings may cease to exist in a moment..."