Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
It was none other than Zhang Cuishan of the Wudang Seven Heroes, who stood up and berated Chen Changsheng.
As for the rest, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, and the others secretly gave him a thumbs up.
This was actually a plan that they had secretly discussed earlier.
What they thought was that their junior brother would definitely be punished by their master in this state.
Therefore, the Seven Heroes of Wudang Sect decided to be the bad guys first and punish Junior Brother Changsheng.
However, it was just thunder but not rain.
In that case, Master would not be able to get angry.
That was why this was happening.
Song Yuanqiao and the others also spoke up in time.
"That's right, Little Junior Brother. Cultivating in our Wudang Sect is no child's play. You have to take it seriously.”
"Junior Brother Changsheng, the most important thing in cultivating martial arts is perseverance.”
Although they doted on their junior brother, they did not want to see Chen Changsheng slacking off like this!
......
The words of the Wudang Seven Heroes were not just to make a bad face, but also to cheer up their junior brother.
However, in the face of the pretended rebuke of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Chen Changsheng seemed to have been so drunk that he had no strength left. He collapsed to the ground.
He glanced at Zhang Cuishan and the others with his drunken eyes. He burped and said,
"Senior brother, don't be angry. Although junior brother is drinking, he is also cultivating.”
"It's just that the martial path I cultivate is different from yours.”
After saying that, he took another sip of the wine in the wine jar.
The faces of the Wudang Seven Heroes all darkened. They all believed that this was an excuse Chen Changsheng had come up with.
It was just to brush them off.
They had never heard of anyone who could comprehend martial arts cultivation by drinking!
Before Zhang Cuishan and the others could get angry.
At this moment, the sound of a huge bell came from the Purple Cloud Palace.
"Why is it so noisy outside the hall?"
Upon hearing this, not only the Wudang Seven Heroes, but all the Wudang disciples were shocked.
The voice belonged to the Wudang Sect Master, the Martial Arts Legend, Zhang Sanfeng.
Seeing that their master had already noticed them, the Seven Heroes of Wudang could not help but look bitter.
They originally wanted to help their junior brother get away with his crime, but at this moment, they had already attracted the attention of their master.
At this moment, Zhang Cuishan turned around and said respectfully to the hall,"
"Master, Junior Brother Changsheng is drinking in public again.”
"But don't be angry, Master. An elder brother is like a father. Please allow me to teach Junior Brother Changsheng a lesson on your behalf.”
The rest of the Wudang Seven Heroes were stunned when they heard Zhang Cuishan's words.
However, he did not stop her.
Perhaps they also hoped that Zhang Cuishan could wake up their junior brother so that he could not continue to be so dispirited.
After Zhang Cuishan finished reporting, he turned to Chen Changsheng and said,
"Since little junior brother feels that it doesn't affect your cultivation, then this brother will test your homework.”
"I'll make three moves. If you can't take them, then you'll be punished to face the wall for three months, and you're not allowed to drink alcohol during this period!”
When the Wudang Seven Heroes heard Zhang Cuishan's decision, they also felt that it was not bad.
Because in their eyes, their junior brother had indeed been indulging himself recently.
Perhaps in a few years, Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu, would surpass him.
If this continued, how would Junior Brother Changsheng convince the masses with his identity as a personal disciple?!
Therefore, it would be best for Zhang Cuishan, who had always been upright, to teach his junior brother a lesson and let him wake up as soon as possible.
As for whether Chen Changsheng would be able to block Zhang Cuishan's three moves, they believed that there was no suspense.
One must know that Zhang Cuishan's martial arts attainments were deeply loved by his master. In the world of martial arts, he was known as the " Silver Hook Iron Cut ". His swordsmanship was superb, and there were few who could match him in Jianghu.
It was definitely the most appropriate time to teach Junior Brother Changsheng a lesson.
It was not just the Wudang Seven Heroes, but even the many surrounding Wudang disciples believed that Chen Changsheng was definitely going to lose.
"Little Uncle-Master is in trouble this time. He won't be able to escape three months of confinement.”
"You can't blame Fifth Martial Uncle for this. To be honest, Youngest Martial Uncle's alcohol addiction is a bit serious.”
"This time, the Martial Uncles must be determined to teach Little Martial Uncle-Master a lesson.”
"There's an 80% chance that he won't be able to escape."
“......”
The numerous disciples gathered together to discuss, occasionally glancing at the drunk Chen Changsheng.
Zhang Cuishan's face was solemn as he looked at Chen Changsheng.
"Junior brother, don't blame me. You can't continue to be dispirited like this.”
"If you admit defeat now and are willing to be confined for three months to abstain from drinking, I'm willing to plead for mercy on behalf of Master!”
At this moment, Chen Changsheng had just finished his second jug of wine.
He threw the wine jug aside and leaped up, standing in front of Zhang Cuishan.
However, perhaps because the alcohol had already taken effect, Chen Changsheng suddenly staggered.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. After a long time, he finally located Zhang Cuishan.
Zhang Cuishan frowned slightly when he saw this.
His thoughts were different from the other brothers. The other six heroes were thinking about how to get their junior brother off the hook.
However, it seemed that this situation could not be tolerated.
If Little Junior Brother continued like this, he would be crippled.
Zhang Cuishan felt that he had to teach his junior brother a lesson and let him know his mistakes. This was the best way for him.
Instead of indulging him blindly.
Then, Zhang Cuishan shook his head and said in a deep voice,
"Looks like you still don't know your mistake. Draw your sword and let me see your resolution.”
Under everyone's gaze, Chen Changsheng reached his hand into his bosom as if no one else was present.
Then, he took out a wooden sword that was only a few feet long.
Then, he held the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Zhang Cuishan, ready to fight.
"Burp! Wudang Sect's Chen Changsheng, please enlighten me!"
This scene made everyone unable to hold back their laughter.
"Wooden sword? Youngest Uncle couldn't possibly be thinking of relying on this wooden sword to fight against Youngest Uncle Zhang, right?”
"Isn't this a few feet long wooden sword a child's toy?”
"Sigh, Little Uncle-Master is really drunk!”
"Could it be that Little Uncle-Master knows that he's no match for her and has already given up?”
This time, everyone could not help but whisper to each other, their gazes strange as they looked at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng's actions were completely incomprehensible to everyone.
At this moment, even Song Yuanqiao and the others slapped their foreheads helplessly.
"This junior brother is too childish. He's so drunk that he's unconscious.”
"I'm afraid he won't even need to make a move. In a while, he'll be drunk.”
At this moment, Zhang Cuishan shook his head and said in a deep voice,
"Little Junior Brother, you're really disappointing me!”
"Looks like I can't let you drink at all in the future!”
After saying that, Zhang Cuishan put on a fighting stance and prepared to attack.
However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Cuishan.
Swish!
In an instant, two blazing cold lights bloomed!
Sword intent, a terrifying sword intent!
The sword qi swept across 30,000 miles, and the sword light chilled the 19 continents!
His aura also changed abruptly.
Sharp and fierce!
Bitter cold!
Sharp!
It was like an unsheathed sword!
Zhang Cuishan's body suddenly stopped moving with just a glance.
His originally prepared attack also stopped!
At the same time, in the Purple Cloud Palace.
Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon and dressed in a plain Daoist robe, also had a change of expression. He suddenly turned to look outside the Purple Cloud Palace.
"What a sharp sword intent!"
Zhang Sanfeng was shocked.
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