ushernet Chapter 153 Playing Mahjong with Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortal Maidens
Chapter 153 Playing Mahjong with Zhao Gongming, the Three Immortal Maidens
“My name is Qingxi. I was an abandoned child and was fortunate enough to be picked up and raised by the Empress. There are no disciples on the Three Immortals Island, so everyone calls her the Empress.”
"Lady Yunxiao is a kind person. Since you saved me today, she will surely speak well of you to the Tongtian Sect Leader and accept you as her disciple."
Yang Jiao was extremely grateful and thanked him profusely.
"Thank you very much, Sister Qingxi."
Zhao Gongming listened to their conversation from the front, then rode the black tiger to the place where he and his sister usually stayed on Jin'ao Island.
This small island is located below Biyou Palace. As the black tiger roared, three beautiful women immediately rushed out of the house, each with a beaming smile. They approached Zhao Gongming and called out:
"Brother, why did it take you so long to get here?"
"Yeah, brother, we've been playing wargames for ages, it's really boring."
"Quick, quick, brother, place your bets and let's see who wins."
The Three Immortals of Sanxiao held Zhao Gongming in the highest esteem. They were not only fellow disciples but also siblings. No matter how powerful they were outside, their affection for Zhao Gongming remained deep.
Facing his three younger sisters, Zhao Gongming finally smiled and agreed:
"Okay, okay, I'll place my bet on Yunxiao to win."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiongxiao and Bixiao immediately became dissatisfied and muttered:
"My older brother always cheats, even though he knows my older sister is the best. It doesn't count."
Yang Jiao looked at the chess pieces behind them with curiosity. They were divided into two or three teams to attack the opponent's camp and win.
Zhao Gongming stood aside; there was no place for him.
So he said:
Why not play cards with four players?
Only after she spoke did the Sanxiao sisters turn their attention to her. They had initially thought she was an attendant of their eldest brother, but now it seemed that she was not.
At this moment, Qingxi seized the opportunity and hurriedly stepped forward to recount what had happened when she was welcoming Zhao Gongming below Jin'ao Island.
Hearing Yunxiao Niangniang's angry expression, Bixiao Niangniang, who had the most fiery temper, even drew her sword and was about to go out:
"I'm going to settle the score with that long-eared, slick-mouthed dead rabbit!"
Yang Jiao could tell who was who just by looking at the three sisters' personalities. Sure enough, the one who spoke was the youngest, Bi Xiao, who was the only one who wasn't afraid to offend anyone.
In the future, when the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation trapped the Twelve Golden Immortals, she didn't even give face to the Primordial Heavenly Lord, declaring that if the Primordial Heavenly Lord had the ability, he could break the formation; if not, she would capture him too...
Only the dignified Lady Yunxiao could keep such a fiery temper in check.
She glared at her third sister, and Bixiao sat down angrily:
"Why should we, with our cultivation levels, fear a mere talkative immortal like Long-Eared Dingguang?!"
Lady Yunxiao sighed:
“They are all disciples of Biyou Sect. He committed evil deeds, and we will naturally report to our master when he comes out of seclusion. If you kill him now, it will make you look like you are in the wrong.”
Yunxiao immediately stood up and said to Yang Jiao in a kind and gentle manner:
"I didn't expect you to be so courageous at such a young age. I, Yunxiao, am grateful for your kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, remember to come and find me on Three Immortal Islands."
Yang Jiao waved her hand sheepishly and said:
"I couldn't save him either. It was the Taoist priest who arrived in time. Moreover, the Taoist priest had already promised to speak well of me to the Tongtian Sect Leader and accept Yang Jiao. I dare not accept this favor again."
After hearing this, Yunxiao smiled even more warmly:
"Oh? You want to become a disciple of Biyou? Very good, very good."
Seeing that they were being polite but their minds were elsewhere, Qiongxiao asked curiously:
"What was that four-player game you mentioned earlier? Every time my Zhao siblings and I get together, one of us can't sit at the table. Tell me about it."
Yang Jiao originally wanted to teach them how to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), but after thinking about it, she realized that other games would be more fun, so she said:
"This is—Mahjong!"
"There are 108 cards, divided into three suits and nine numbers..."
Yang Jiao briefly explained the rules, and then Bi Xiao excitedly rummaged through the treasure chest, found the monster skeleton, and with a wave of her sleeve transformed it into one hundred and eight identical cuboids. With another wave of her sleeve, different numbers appeared on the dominoes.
Bixiao, finding it amusing, hurriedly pulled Yunxiao aside and begged for guidance:
"Big sister, we siblings haven't seen each other in a long time, so please have some fun."
Her bright eyes gazed at the sky. Her eldest sister was skilled in cultivation and had already reached the same level as her elder brother, Zhao Gongming, who was a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Even if you asked her to have some fun, she wouldn't leave the island.
Yunxiao glanced at his younger sister, then at his older brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time since he had been hiking in Emei Mountain, and nodded in agreement.
The Zhao siblings sat down and started trying out the game.
I didn't expect to get hooked so quickly.
Bixiao was overjoyed:
"Fun! This game is so fun, and the card combinations are different every time."
Qiongxiao was also very interested, but there were too many different hand types, and her luck wasn't as good as the other sisters'. She tried for two rounds but didn't win.
Yang Jiao suggested:
"A little gambling is fun, but it would be more exciting if we could add some stakes, like... coins or something."
Knife-shaped coins are the currency currently circulating in the human world; to the gods, they are utterly insignificant, not to mention…
Bixiao and the others shook their heads awkwardly and said:
"No, not really, but we can do something small, like offering incense or doing good deeds."
Okay, okay, this is a small one.
Yang Jiao was tempted.
Yunxiao Niangniang played a few rounds, and although it was indeed fun, it wasn't as interesting as cultivation. She was also very thoughtful and couldn't let the little girl who had helped her island's disciples stand aside.
So Yunxiao pulled Yang Jiao over, stood up to offer her his seat, and said:
"My luck isn't as good as Bixiao's today, so you can play a few rounds for me."
Yang Jiao did not refuse at all. Looking at Zhao Gongming sitting directly opposite her, with Bixiao above and Qiongxiao below, she moved her fingers vigorously.
Today, she will win back all the merits that these gods have accumulated!
Bixiao watched the little girl sit down and politely declined, saying:
"Since you are the youngest, you may roll the dice."
Yang Jiao started by shaking out five dots.
Bixiao Niangniang was lying on the table counting when Yang Jiao suddenly said:
"Five in hand".
Then he took a stack of tiles from in front of him, slurped it greedily, and asked:
"How much merit do you need to accumulate?"
She refused to believe that she couldn't beat these newbies at cards. Hahaha, great merit was beckoning to her!
Zhao Gongming thought she was young and therefore must not have accumulated much merit.
After all, accumulating a hundred merits equals one virtue, and one virtue can add six months to one's lifespan and three months to one's fortune; those who achieve one merit can add one year to their lifespan and half a year to their fortune.
Those who accumulate merit and reach the second level of merit will have their lifespan increased by half a century and their fortune increased by three years.
Doing a good deed is a merit, even if it is a small one, but those who have great merit will receive much more.
So he said:
"Let's go small, let's start with a hundred years of good deeds."
Yang Jiao's expression changed. "Is this what you meant by playing it on a smaller scale?"
She currently possesses only a little over two thousand years of merit, equivalent to carrying twenty dollars to a mahjong parlor and having to pay out eight hundred years of merit if someone wins by drawing a winning hand.
Yang Jiao gritted her teeth and stomped her foot.
"Come!"
But today's cards just don't feel right no matter how you draw them. Yang Jiao has drawn half of the cards on the table, and there are still only three colors left!
Being a "flower pig" (a person who is cheated on) requires compensation.
At this moment, Zhao Gongming, who was opposite, drew a "one" (a specific auspicious number) and asked in confusion:
"Young friend, can you help me take a look? I have four Ones (一鸡), is it possible for me to win?"
Yang Jiao didn't even look at it, and said:
"Four Ones make a Kong, and you draw a card to add points."
Zhao Gongming said "Oh," looked at the four large pairs on his list, and whispered:
"Okay, I thought I could win, so let's go for the kong."
After drawing four 1s, Zhao Gongming drew another card, his brow furrowing even deeper. He considered discarding the card, but after a second of hesitation, he placed four 8s.
Yang Jiao felt something was wrong...
Zhao Gongming humbly sought guidance, saying:
"Is it time for me to draw another card?"
He drew another card, his eyes widening in suspicion, and then he laid out four more five-of-a-kind cards...
"It seems like I still need to touch it."
At this moment, cold sweat was already dripping down Yang Jiao's forehead.
Zhao Gongming drew another card, his expression becoming even stranger, and then slowly laid out four six-of-a-kind cards.
There's only one card left in my hand.
He said strangely:
"Didn't you say that you could win if you had a complete hand of 14 cards? I'm much better now, so I didn't win by bombing, did I?"
Yang Jiao clutched her chest, unable to utter a single word.
Zhao Gongming picked up the last card again and looked at it. Hey, it was exactly the same as the nine of bamboo in his hand.
He immediately pushed her down and asked:
"Does this count as a winning hand?"
Yang Jiao's face was so pale it could drip water; all eighteen scholars... top-ranking 88.
She gave away all her two thousand merits and still had to work for Zhao Gongming for ten thousand years to repay the debt.