Chapter 75 Tiger bone ring and Tai Chi!

Since you are playing cockfighting, you naturally have to have a little success, this is the rule.

"I am happy today, so I will use this thing as a lottery. If you have the ability, you can win, haha!" As he spoke, the handsome man raised his right thumb and wore a ring on it. Its color was slightly yellow and the patina was moist. At first glance, he thought it was made of jade.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a rare tiger bone ring. Because it has been worn for too long, the ring continues to absorb the oil from the human body and slowly changes, and it has reached the point of "rubbing the bones into jade".

Also, there are a few bright red patterns on the tiger bone ring. This is not born, but acquired - blood scent!

And it's human blood, otherwise it wouldn't be so red!

In other words, the former owner of this tiger bone ring must have been a battle-proven general who broke out from the dead again and again, and his hands were stained with the enemy's blood, so that he could hone such a ring.

Good stuff, worth even, can't buy it for a lot of money... The question is, what should I bet on such a rare blood-filled tiger bone ring?

Li Zhao and Cui Zongzhi looked at each other, and the latter shook his head helplessly. There were a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in the Duke of Qi's mansion, but none of them could match it. Moreover, he knew deeply that the actual value of this tiger bone ring was one thousand times more expensive, ten thousand times more expensive, because its former master was not a mortal, but a god-like existence, the red sun in the hearts of all races in the world!

What to do? Before I started playing cockfighting, I was stumped by the other party’s bet. Isn’t this too much?

Don’t be anxious, use your brain, there are always more ways than difficulties...

Li Zhao came up with a solution. Although he did not have any rare treasures, he had something more precious than treasures.

"The tiger bone ring of my senior is priceless. I really can't come up with anything and can compare with it. However, if I know a set of boxing skills, I may be able to catch the eyes of my seniors."

"Haha, I am nearly 60 years old, and my muscles, bones, blood and energy are not as good as before. I'm afraid the boxing technique is useless to me, right?"

"Senior, don't misunderstand. The boxing style of younger generations is different. It is not a use of courage and ruthlessness, but a use of strengthening the body. Its effect is even better than Hua Tuo's "Five Animal Play". It is especially suitable for the elderly. If you practice well, you can avoid all diseases and prolong your life!"

"Oh, can you really avoid all diseases and prolong your life?"

The handsome old man's eyes lit up, full of desire. What is the most important thing for an old superior?

Not a rare treasure.

Not a beautiful woman in the car.

But life span!

Only with sufficient lifespan can you continue to control the universe and command the world, and then you can continue to enjoy the joy of paradise!

This is why Qin Shihuang and Emperor Wu of Han pursued immortality at all costs in their later years... The picturesque country and the beauties in the harem are really nostalgic!

If there is something more important than life span, then there is only power. For a superior, if he loses power, life is worse than death!

Less gossip, and the book is back to its original meaning!

Li Zhao walked to an open space, his feet were put together, his hands were hanging on the outside of his thighs, his head and neck were upright, his chest and abdomen were relaxed, and then he slowly began to start the stance...

The wild horse splits the mane!

White crane shines its wings!

Hugh the knees!

...

Li Zhao wore a white robe today, which was clean and neat. Coupled with this slow, light, and flexible boxing style, it really felt like a god and a person who was very handsome!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the old man surnamed Jin stood up excitedly: "Young man, what kind of boxing is this?"

"Yin and Yang complement each other, hardness and softness advance together, without roots and without extremes, all things are naturally... Tai Chi!"

"Tai Chi, it's a good Tai Chi, but it's a priceless treasure. I've bet on you!"

The handsome old man nodded, and at the same time made a secret decision that no matter what the victory or defeat is today, he would learn this set of boxing skills. He would not suffer from all kinds of diseases and prolong his life. This is what he needs most now.

Next, start fighting cocks.

"Master, in the first game, send that cock to fight?"

"Well, let me release General Baiyu."

"promise!"

The handsome old men's servants stepped forward and first surrounded a circular ring on the open space with ropes and other objects, with a diameter of about 100 feet, and then released a cockfighting. It was as white as snow, with no hair, with a sharp beak and long legs, and was full of energy, and it was indeed a bit of the mighty power of a general.

"Baifu, take out our 'Katyusha' and get their Baiyu General."

"promise."

Li Zhao's cockfighting also received nicknames, but I'm afraid that only Li Zhao in the world understands the meaning of these nicknames.

The white bun took out a black chicken and put it into the ring.

“Hehe—hehehe!”

"Okay... peck it, peck it!"

Two roosters, one black and one white, met and started fighting immediately, pecking, kicking, fanning and sweeping, and the chicken feathers were flying all over the sky, and no one was willing to show weakness.

Everyone couldn't help but shout and cheer for their cockfighting.

‘Oh no, it’s over!’

The two cocks fought fiercely, and the winner was not decided for a while, but Li Zhao could see clearly that his black-feathered chicken would be in danger.

To be fair, the cockfighting he trained is no less than the cockfighting of the handsome guys. The strength of both sides is only equal, and the winners and losses are each account for 50%.

The problem is that my cockfighting fighter just arrived in Chang'an City for a few days, and I was not adapted to the environment, was depressed, and my combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Now that I have encountered a strong opponent again, it is naturally difficult to win.

Sure enough, after dozens of rounds of fighting, the black-feathered chicken gradually fell to the disadvantage, and was pecked several times, bleeding... But it was fierce and still fought desperately, and would rather die in the ring than escape to survive.

"Stop... I admit defeat in this game!"

These cockfightings were raised by Li Zhao himself, and they had a deep relationship. How could they ignore their lives for the sake of a temporary victory or defeat?

Immediately, I took the initiative to admit defeat, carried the black-feathered chicken out of the ring, checked the wound, applied medicine to treat it, and comforted it well, and then sent it back to the cage.

"I wish the master a victory. What about the cockfighting in the second game?"

"Send my husband's cavalry general to fight."

"promise!"

The handsome old man was very happy to win the first battle and asked his followers to take out a yellow persimmon chicken. He was also burly and energetic, even better than the white-feathered chicken before.

On the other hand, Li Zhao was a little worried. Looking at the situation in front of him, no matter which cock he sent to fight, he would win less and lose more.

If you lose another game, you will lose completely.

what to do?

How can we turn the situation around?... It seems that we can only use some extraordinary means.

"Baifu, take out our 'Desert Eagle'... Remember, be careful!"

"clear!"

Li Zhao and Bai Mo have lived together for many years. The former looked at him, and the latter immediately understood what it meant.

I saw a red-feathered chicken taken out of the white bun, and took out some white powder from my arms as I turned around, secretly applied it to the red-feathered chicken, and then put it in the ring.

“Hehe—hehehe!”

An incredible scene appeared. As soon as the red chicken entered the ring, the arrogant persimmon yellow chicken was instantly startled and took several steps back, screaming...

The red-feathered chicken took advantage of the situation and rushed over, pecked and grabbed, and launched a fierce attack. The persimmon yellow chicken dodged left and right, and was forced to fight. The result was naturally self-evident... After only a dozen rounds, the persimmon yellow chicken was defeated from the ring, and kept crying, as if it was scared!

Seeing this, the handsome old man and the old man without need looked at each other, and both showed an incredible look. How could he lose?

Li Zhao and Bai Mo celebrated each other, but the smiles on their faces were filled with a slight treacherous smell.

Someone asked, what magic pill Li Zhao used to help the Red Feathered Chicken win?

Answer: It's not a magic pill, it's just some weasels and fox bone powder.

Chicken are the most afraid of weasels and foxes. Therefore, when these cockfighting cocks were very young, Li Zhao often put some bones, fur and feces of weasels and foxes near the chicken coop, so that the chicks can slowly adapt to this smell and gradually no longer be afraid.

Other cockfighting is not capable of doing this. When you smell the smell of weasels and foxes, you are instantly frightened. It is no invincible!

At this point, the two sides tied one by one.

The third game, the finale!

"Master, what should I do?"

"Just make mistakes occasionally, don't make a fuss. In the last game, let my King Yu Emperor play."

"promise!"

The old man with white face without any need brought a cockfighting cockerel himself. He was tall and had bright red cockscomb, strong legs, sharp claws like a knife... His whole body was covered with golden feathers, shining under the sunlight, like a golden phoenix.

If other cockfighting is a fine product, then this Golden Feather Emperor is the fine product among the fine product.

Li Zhao had a fierce eye and looked at the Golden Feather Emperor. After looking at the Golden Feather Emperor, he immediately concluded that his cockfighting was not an opponent, and even if he used cheating methods, the gap was too big.

There was no choice but to give a trump card: "White bun, please bring out our evil fire phoenix!"

"promise!"
Chapter completed!