The second-generation disciple who had spoken hesitated for a moment before finally smiling and saying,"
"I didn't expect Senior Brother Mo to know how to joke.”
He deliberately said this because he wanted everyone to treat this matter as a joke and not mention it.
Mo Shenggu said seriously,"
"I'm not joking. I really do have such thoughts.”
Yu Daiyan couldn't help but frown.
"Seventh Junior Brother, what's going on?”
"Didn't you say that teaching disciples is too troublesome? Why did you suddenly change your personality today?"
Zhang Cuishan smiled and said,"
"Perhaps Seventh Junior Brother feels too lonely alone, so he wants to take in a disciple.”
"Seventh Junior Brother, there is no need to rush the matter of taking in a disciple. We can discuss it in detail.”
"I saw many good seedlings before. I can introduce them to Seventh Junior Brother.”
The two of them echoed each other, trying to drag this topic to other places.
Snatching someone's disciple was a matter of great importance and small importance.
Even though this disciple of Lin Xuan drank all day and abandoned his martial arts, Song Yuanqiao couldn't be bothered with him.
However…
After all, they had become master and disciple.
How could he snatch it away just like that?
Mo Shenggu shook his head,"
"I only want Lin Xuan. I don't want anyone else.”
Everyone looked at each other when they heard what Mosheng Valley said.
For a moment.
They didn't know what to say.
After all.
They weren't Song Yuanqiao, and they couldn't make decisions for him.
What puzzled them even more was that…
Why was Mosheng Valley so insistent?
What was so special about this Lin Xuan?
Everyone subconsciously looked at Lin Xuan.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan was still drinking casually.
Of course, he understood what Mosheng Valley was thinking.
She definitely wanted to have a proper reason to drink with him and practice her swordsmanship.
This point.
It was really in line with Wudang's natural Tao technique.
The problem was…
Lin Xuan was unwilling.
He didn't mind changing his master.
Anyway, with the Wine Sword Immortal System, he could become stronger by drinking.
If one jar wasn't enough, then two jars would do.
There was no bottleneck that couldn't be solved by drinking.
Then was his master still important?
To be honest.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to have a foothold so that he wouldn't be treated as a foreign rogue cultivator…
He really didn't need a master.
It was said that the master led the way, but cultivation depended on the individual.
Now, he could completely rely on his own ability to improve.
However…
Without Wudang as a big tree to shelter him from the wind and rain, he would probably die young before he could grow to the point where he could take charge of his own affairs.
Among itinerant cultivators, those who could make a name for themselves were rare.
Even if they made it big, they would only be second-rate experts.
If he wanted to do well, he still needed the support of the famous sects.
However…
If he changed his master…
Lin Xuan could summarize it in two words.
It was troublesome.
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly and continued drinking without saying anything.
The surrounding third-generation disciples were filled with doubt and envy.
Who was Mosheng Valley? He was one of the Wudang Seven Heroes!
Moreover, he was now a top-notch master of the grandmaster realm!
Originally, Lin Xuan had relied on his identity as a member of the Xuanyuan family clan to be taken in as Song Yuanqiao's disciple, which was already very enviable by others.
Now.
Mo Sheng Valley wanted to take Lin Xuan as their disciple again.
Why?
He was just a drunkard who drank all day long. Why was he chosen by Mosheng Valley?
Many people were indignant.
However, they did not have the right to speak.
At this moment.
Among the third-generation disciples, the only one who was qualified to speak stood out.
It was Song Qingshu.
As Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu was already a fourth-grade martial artist at a young age. He had outstanding talent.
In the martial world, he was also a second-rate expert.
Song Qingshu cupped his hands and bowed to Mosheng Valley, then asked,"
"Seventh Uncle, may I ask why you want to take Lin Xuan as your disciple?”
This question was the question that everyone had in their hearts.
Mo Shenggu said slowly,"
"Because Lin Xuan's talent in the sword path is extremely outstanding. Even you can't compare to him.”
Song Qingshu couldn't help but frown.
"Sword Dao talent? I remember that Junior Brother Lin Xuan doesn't even remember all the moves of the Taiji Sword Technique.”
He was telling the truth.
In the martial arts assessment before this, Lin Xuan was indeed unable to use the complete Taiji sword technique and was even reprimanded by Song Yuanqiao.
This matter…
Some of the third-generation disciples knew this.
Now, Mo Shenggu said that Lin Xuan's talent in the sword was extraordinary.
How could a genius with extraordinary talent in the way of the sword not even remember sword moves?
Mo Shenggu nodded,"
"He really can't remember all the sword moves. However, he had a very thorough understanding of the sword intent of the Taiji Sword Art.”
"Wudang's Taiji Sword Style focuses on the mind and not the moves. So what if I can't remember all the moves?”
The others looked at each other, unable to refute.
Everyone understood this logic.
However, he felt that something was wrong.
Now that the person who spoke was Mosheng Valley, the others could not refute.
For a moment.
The atmosphere at the scene froze.
Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan smiled and said,"
"Seventh Junior Brother is right. It's getting late, let's take our seats early.”
Only then did everyone disperse and return to their respective seats.
Mo Shenggu purposely pulled Lin Xuan to sit beside him.
After the two of them sat down, they began to drink as if no one was around.
This made the others even more confused.
They didn't understand why Mosheng Valley favored Lin Xuan, a third-generation disciple.
Lin Xuan could sense the gazes of the others.
There was surprise, doubt, jealousy, and so on.
However…
He didn't care at all.
How long is life?
Why would he care about these minor details and add to his troubles?
The distant third-generation disciples whispered among themselves.
"You've been on the mountain for so many years, but you're still a Rank-8 martial artist. If you're not trash, then what are you?”
"Then why would Martial Uncle Mo like him?”
"I guess I made a mistake?"
"That's possible."
Song Qingshu, who was beside him, was a little puzzled.
However, when he heard the discussions of the third-generation disciples around him, he still shouted in a low voice because of his responsibility as the third-generation senior brother,
"Shut up! Is the matter of the elders something you can discuss?”
The others changed the topic and stopped discussing this matter.
Song Qingshu looked at Lin Xuan and narrowed his eyes.
He knew that Mosheng Valley almost never praised others.
He rarely praised Song Qingshu.
And now.
Mo Sheng Valley was actually full of praise for a third-generation disciple who could be called trash.
There must be a problem.
This point.
Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, and Yin Liting were also very clear.
They looked at each other and could see the doubt in their hearts.
However, this was the Lantern Festival.
With so many disciples present, it was not convenient for them to ask in detail.
Therefore, he had no choice.
They had already decided to wait until the Lantern Festival was over before asking.
The process of the Lantern Festival continued.
Lin Xuan and Mo Shenggu had already drunk quite a bit.
Now.
The two of them drank to their heart's content at the Lantern Festival and drank a lot more.
At this moment, Lin Xuan could already feel the alcohol surging up.
He looked at Mo Shenggu beside him and found that Mo Shenggu's eyes were a little blurry, as if he was drunk.
At this moment.
A voice came from the ring.
"Next is the Lantern Festival Dao Discussion. Senior Brothers, please be prepared!”
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