When everyone quieted down, Feng Zicheng's deliberate snores entered everyone's ears. Some Quan Zhen Sect disciples could not help but laugh secretly. As the saying goes, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. He was probably the first person to dare to sleep on the beams of Chongyang Palace.
However, Ma Yu and the other members of the Quan Zhen Sect were a little unhappy. However, they were also a little surprised. After all, with the seven of them's perception, no one noticed when Feng Zicheng had climbed up the beam.
Curiosity aside, Qiu Chuji still shouted coldly,"Who told you to sleep on the beam? Come down quickly!”
Feng Zicheng naturally wasn't really asleep. When he heard Qiu Chuji's outburst, he stretched lazily. Then, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the people below. He deliberately put on a surprised expression and shouted,"D * mn, why am I sleeping here? Am I sleepwalking?”
After he finished speaking, Corey realized that there seemed to be something beside his pillow. He reached out to touch it and realized that it was a chant for Quanzhen sword techniques. Corey was using it as a pillow.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Chuji, who had always been hot-tempered, became even angrier. He stomped his feet and pointed at Feng Zicheng's nose, scolding loudly,"Brat, hurry up and come down. Don't think that just because you saved Master's life, you can do whatever you want in Quan Zhen Sect! Everyone had to abide by the rules! Using Quanzhen Sword Technique as a pillow, how disgraceful!”
Feng Zicheng smacked his lips and held onto the pillar. He slid down and said,"Uncle Daoist, I really don't know how I got up there. Besides, it's been three days since I woke up. Other than eating and sleeping every day, I'm even bored. You have to bring me to find something fun, right?”
"This is the land of Daoism and everyone who comes here is a cultivator. How about this, Zhiping, I will endow Feng Zicheng under your tutelage today and make him your disciple. He will be the first fourth generation disciple of our Quan Zhen Sect.”Qiu Chuji pouted and said.
When Yin Zhiping heard that Feng Zicheng was going to be his disciple, he was very happy. Although he didn't know if Feng Zicheng was the one who injured his leg this time, based on his favorite Cheng Yaojia's attitude towards Feng Zicheng, Yin Zhiping couldn't wait to see Feng Zicheng become his disciple. That way, he would be able to bully Feng Zicheng in a justified manner.
Therefore, Yin Zhiping immediately nodded in agreement and said,"No problem, Master. I'm honored that you're willing to give me such an opportunity. This way, I'll be the first disciple of the third generation of Quan Zhen Sect.”This indirectly meant that Qiu Chuji had already acknowledged Yin Zhiping as the eldest disciple of Quan Zhen Sect. This way, Yin Zhiping would have a chance to compete for the position of sect master in a few years.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Yin Zhiping finished speaking, Feng Zicheng placed his hands behind his back and said disdainfully,"Asking him to be my master? Are you kidding me? With the way he used the Quanzhen Sword Technique, how could he be worthy of taking in disciples?”
"Little brat! Don't spout nonsense! Zhi Ping is one of the earliest third-generation disciples of Quan Zhen Sect and has been practicing Quan Zhen Sword for three years. How can a kid like you slander him like this!”Qiu Chuji flung his sleeves and scolded sternly.
Seeing Qiu Chuji like this, Feng Zicheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. Then, he pursed his lips and said,"Anyway, this kind of person is not worthy of being my master.”
Seeing that Qiu Chuji was about to lose his temper again, Yin Zhiping quickly went forward to stop him. Then, he said to Feng Zicheng,"How about this? Since I want to be your master, I naturally have to make you convinced. How about this? I'll replace the sword with bamboo and spar with you with one hand. As long as you can take ten moves from me, I'll call you master!”
"Is that true?" Feng Zicheng didn't expect Yin Zhiping to dig a hole for himself and immediately replied.
When Cheng Yaojia heard Yin Zhiping's suggestion, she immediately pursed her cherry lips and said,""Senior Brother, you're bullying me. Corey is only a five-year-old child and has never learned Quanzhen Sword Style. He might not even be able to hold his sword steadily.”
"Junior Sister Yaojia, Corey has already agreed to it, so don't worry about him. A five-year-old kid is already so arrogant and disregards his elders. It's time to teach him a lesson.”Yin Zhiping said righteously and the meaning behind his words was clear. He was helping Quan Zhen Sect to teach this brat a lesson!
Seeing that Cheng Yaojia still wanted to beg for mercy on Feng Zicheng's behalf, Qiu Chuji said coldly,""Zhiping is right. Using bamboo to replace the sword, within ten moves with one hand, this is already making a huge concession. Corey, although you're still young, you should know that a gentleman's word is a promise. Alright, I'll give you my sword. Hold on tight.”
When he received the sword, Feng Zicheng deliberately acted as if he couldn't hold it steadily. He dragged the sword with both hands, and his entire body swayed. He couldn't even walk steadily.
Seeing Feng Zicheng like this, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but laugh."Little wimp, I advise you to give up on this competition and obediently become my disciple. I will definitely teach you well in the future.”
Feng Zicheng laughed secretly in his heart, but he deliberately put on a strained expression and said,"That Daoist uncle said that a gentleman's word is a promise.”The Quan Zhen Sect's disciples wanted to laugh but they could only hold it in when they saw Qiu Chuji's pale face.
When they arrived at the training hall, Yin Zhiping stomped his feet and casually pulled out a thin piece of bamboo. Then, he stared at Feng Zicheng and said,"Little wimp, draw your sword."
Feng Zicheng's right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. To Feng Zicheng, the sword was longer than a person, so he had no choice but to place the sword on the ground before pulling it out and placing it in front of his chest. He said,"Alright, come on."
"Since you're not giving up, then as an elder, I'll use this bamboo to teach you a lesson on behalf of Master!”After he finished speaking, Yin Zhiping moved his feet and held the bamboo in his hand tightly. He swung it mercilessly at Feng Zicheng's butt.
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