The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 337 Fighting crickets

Fighting crickets?
Yan Anzhi frowned subconsciously. He is the Son of Heaven, so he has to compete with others to get something?
This is very fresh.

He looked at the old Taoist priest with a kind smile on his face. This old Taoist priest didn't know his identity. If he knew, he probably wouldn't dare to talk to him like that.

It was the first time in his life to fight crickets with a Taoist priest, and he immediately became interested. He raised his chin slightly and replied, "Okay."

After the words were finished, the benevolent old Taoist flicked the whisk in his hand, his eyes fell on the cage, and he said with a smile: "Then please choose one, young master."

This cage is specially made, made of woven bamboo pieces, it looks like a prison cage, with an empty field in the middle, interspersed with some thin bamboo threads to form a grid that can be seen inside but the crickets cannot get out.

And there are several crickets on each side, and each cricket has its own small room. Yan Anzhi is almost dazzled. There are so many crickets, he must choose the strongest one.

Picking and picking, picking from the left to the right, and finally choosing a cricket that looked the biggest.

Only a cricket that is strong enough can defeat an opponent. Yan Anzhi pointed to a big cricket and said with certainty: "This son wants this one."

"Oh?" The old Taoist took a closer look, then straightened up and raised his head, stroked his beard with his bony hands and laughed.

This laughter made Yan Anzhi very uneasy, as if he had made a wrong choice.

This feeling made people feel guilty subconsciously, and he frowned and asked, "You old man, what are you laughing at?"

The tone was obviously a little angry.

The old Taoist restrained his smile slightly, pretended to give you another chance, and asked patiently: "Young master, can you choose?"

This attitude made Yan Anzhi feel angry. The choice he chose was naturally the best, and he still needed other people's advice?

But wanting to come back, the old Taoist must have seen that he chose the strongest cricket, so he wanted to use this method to shake his heart, but instead of the strongest one, the old Taoist won him directly!
It's a good idea, he won't be fooled by this.

He saw through the old Taoist's thoughts, he raised his head proudly and hummed softly, shook his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and said confidently: "I will choose this one, don't delay any longer."

As soon as these words came out, the old Taoist still smiled, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

The old Taoist stared at the cricket in the cage, and said: "The young master is afraid that he will lose to the poor Taoist."

The old Taoist priest seemed to be holding the winning ticket, as if saying that he would definitely lose, which made Yan Anzhi very unhappy.

Why did he lose?He also fought against crickets in the palace, but no one in the palace could beat him.

Staring at the old Taoist, he asked directly: "You old Taoist priest! Why do you think that I will lose? Could it be that you are too afraid to lose?"

The old Taoist didn't answer his question, but said in a low-key manner: "Don't worry, young master, you will know after you try it."

"Huh!" Yan Anzhi's face darkened, the old Taoist was groaning, looking upset, he just said: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly choose your cricket."

Seeing Yan Anzhi's eager look, the old Taoist unhurriedly opened the door of the cricket's cage. With such a movement, the cricket, which was not moving much at first, began to scream, and felt a little boiling for a while.

These crickets are full of energy, chirping and chirping, and they all want to compete.

Some were clamoring at the door of the cage, it was very lively.

(End of this chapter)