Regardless of whether the size of the dice roll or the copper plate turns positive and negative, as long as the number of times is enough, all data will be smoothed out, and the loss and win will each occupy half of the opportunities.

If you have 18 chances and only one chance, you will win unless the gods make a slander.

But in every contest, the loss and the winning are still half to half. Just as the copper coins have "character" ten times in a row, the possibility of "character" being produced in the next handful will not increase.

Just as people were keen on buying lottery tickets tens of years ago, racking their brains to calculate the next probability based on the distribution of previous data is purely nonsense.

One or two against ten taels, the advantage of taking is not the winning or losing in each game, but the value is expanded and the mobile phone will be more likely to be released. If you win, you will make a profit of ten times, and the opponent will make a profit of one tenth at most, which will take a full 100 times.

Of course, Xintianyou knows this.

But there is no need to be so profound when dealing with Liu Quan, a country bun, there are some ways to do it.

When I heard that Guan Pu was still a big gamble of ten taels of silver, and the strange rules of ten taels of one tael, the street immediately surrounded the table as the center.

Gambling distorts value and encourages gains for nothing, and any country will restrict it. Even Zhou Ping, who was in China, only held a fun and entertainment workshop at the beginning, did not bloom everywhere.

Nothing else can be ignored.

The groom simply stopped leaving and stood on the shaft and stretched his neck like a egret. The hunter, despite not selling out the game, stuffed the guy into the corner of the wall and stood on tiptoe.

The buyers either carry a bundle of side dishes or pick up a fresh fish and get into the crowd. But they don’t know that the things have been squeezed out, so they pinched a small rope in their hands.

The grand occasion is unprecedented, and there is a poem saying:

When a walker sees the gate, he puts down his load and strokes his moustache. When a young man sees the gate, he takes off his hat and sticks his head. When a farmer forgets his plow, he forgets his hoe. When he comes back, he resents and angers, but sits on the gate and pounces.

The most funny thing is a peddler.

Half of this guy was swept by the crowd, and half of his own wanted to see it. He changed the horizontal shoulder pole to a vertical shoulder pole, grabbed the rope that the goods were carrying in front with his left hand, and pulled the person on the side with his right hand, and squeezed into it.

When the three clever gangsters saw it, they followed quietly. The two of them quickly unloaded the basket, lifted it up and ran away. The other one grabbed the rope down with his hands and followed the peddler, so that the shoulder pole would not be raised.

It was ridiculous that guy walked dozens of steps and put down his carry, only to find that the basket behind him disappeared. He looked around in a daze, and the monk was confused.

It is crowded with people and very lively.

The three young and strong people who had been interested in the past did not need anyone to ask for help, and they pointed at each other and took on the work of maintaining order. They did not let everyone squeeze too hard and overturned the table.

Liu Quan stood up, bent down and stood the copper coin in the center of the table, shouting and spun out a phantom. It turned faster than Xin Tianyou's demonstration just now, and the "buzzing" sounded faintly.

Xin Tianyou sat on a bench with his butt sticking back, his tall body hunched over, his chin almost resting on the table, and his eyes were fixed on the phantom.

Humph, little thing, can you see a flower?

Liu Quan sneered in his heart, and slapped it in just a few breaths, and could not hold it down.

Xin Tianyou straightened his upper body, put his hands together to his chest and rubbed it for a while, muttering in his mouth.

After a long time, a word popped out in a low voice, "Text", then changed his words and said, "No, it's a word, the literal is upward. Or it's not right, it seems to be a pattern..."

"Zhi Niang, which Taoist temple has collapsed, and I ran here to chant scriptures? Should I decide whether it is a character or a pattern? I will decide quickly. If I decide, I cannot regret it."

Seeing that he looked panicked, Liu Quan hesitated and became bolder and bolder. He seemed to see the scene of eating flowers and wine at night after winning the big silver ingot of snowflakes and leaning against the red and green.

Xin Tianyou simply stood up, closed his eyes, and used his fingers to slam his head, saying, "Let me think about it..."

To lure the enemy into deep, you must first show it as cowardice.

There was no sound on all sides, and no one dared to give advice.

It’s purely a matter of God’s life, and I can’t imagine it. Liu Quan sneered and pressed his thick palms tighter.

"The pattern has been settled."

Xin Tianyou opened his eyes.

Liu Quan slowly lifted his palm, everyone held their breath, and stood on tiptoe.

The pattern is indeed facing upwards.

Wow... there were many discussions on the spot, and good luck was shared.

Xin Tianyou grabbed the silver turtle opposite him and smiled at the young men who were supporting him, "Take a few of you, everyone can have a drink for these two silvers."

Several people waved their hands quickly and said, "No need, but the young Taoist insisted on giving it to him, and he made a move to throw it away."

Liu Quan saw that the situation was wrong and hummed:

"What do you mean? I'm not going to play?"

Xin Tianyou looked at him in surprise and retorted: "You birdman don't have any money, you are just a fool."

"Who said there is no money?"

Liu Quan took out a silver turtle again and slapped it on the table with a "slap".

He is an old gambler and doesn't care much about the winner and loser in the first game. It's good to win, but it's nothing to lose. He used words to squeeze the young Taoist priest to prevent him from taking advantage and then slipping away.

"Come on, are you still afraid that you won't be able to do it?"

Xin Tianyou put down the silver turtle, grabbed the copper plate and put it in his palm and pressed it hard, muttering, "Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Three Pure Ones Blessings", stood in the center of the table and slapped it with a palm after two breaths.

Liu Quan randomly responded to the word ", and then he opened it and saw that the pattern was facing upwards, and he lost.

The guy was calm and calm, and took out a silver turtle again.

It was Taoist's turn to guess again. When the blind cat met the dead mouse, he guessed it again.

Win three yuan in a row!

There were endless sounds of tsk on all sides.

Liu Quan put his hand into his sleeve and didn't pull it out for a long time.

Xin Tianyou laughed so hard that his mouth was almost grinning at the ears. Three small silver croakers were throwing up and down in his hand, and asked:

"Hahaha, luck comes, and the gods can't stop you... Do you still have money? If you don't have it, it's getting late..."

Liu Quan groaned and cursed in his heart.

Zhiniang thief, the sun has just come out, why is it getting late? I clearly want to take the opportunity to stop.

The reason why he hesitated was not because he was scared.

I have seen the five or six shops in a row, but winning three yuan is nothing. But the rebate of the 18 taels of silver was only three or three cents. If I lose, the account will not be settled today and cannot be settled.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Xin Tianyou put three silver turtles and large silver ingots together and pushed them forward. He stepped on the bench with one foot and pointed at Liu Quan's nose and said:

"The short and fat guy is unhappy. If you have money to get money, you don't have money to leave, why are you doing it slowly? Master Dao is simply generous. As long as you take out a tael of silver, you will bet with you with this thirteen taels."

Thirteen on one, tsk!

Everyone was dizzy and marveled.

Liu Quan was dispelled from being coercive and tempted, and continued to take out a silver croaker. He thought to himself that there were still fifteen taels, could he not win once in fifteen times?

However, he was so crazy that he lost five times in less than half an incense stick. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and it was not clean even if it was applied, just like a waterfall.
Chapter completed!