Two days later.
The eighth day of the twelfth month.
Li Feiming arrived at Lin Xuan's residence.
He stood outside the door and smelled the smell of alcohol.
Li Feiming could not help but frown.
He pushed the door open and entered. The strong smell of alcohol assaulted his senses.
Li Feiming looked at Lin Xuan who was lying on the bed and said solemnly,"
"Junior Brother, are you drinking again?"
Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at Li Feiming with drunken eyes.
He looked for a while before confirming that the person who came in was Li Feiming.
Now.
Lin Xuan had already reached the realm of drunkenness.
Ordinary yellow wine was like plain water to him.
It was bland and tasteless.
If it wasn't for the fact that the wine was not ready yet, he wouldn't be willing to drink it.
Wasn't there no other way?
Lin Xuan put down the wine gourd and burped comfortably,"
"Senior Brother, you're here?"
"Are you here for a drink?”
Li Feiming was speechless.
Drinking?
What kind of joke was this?
How could Li Feiming waste his time drinking?
"How many times have I told you? Drinking will ruin things.”
"Look at you. Even now, you still don't know what mistake you've made!”
Li Feiming said resentfully.
"Mistake? Did Shixiong mean morning and evening classes? I didn't forget, I just didn't want to go.”
"Master also said that morning and evening classes are voluntary and not forced.”
Lin Xuan didn't care.
He really didn't care about morning and evening classes.
It was just reciting a Daoist scripture to cultivate one's body.
He didn't need it.
If he had the time, he might as well drink a few more mouthfuls of wine to speed up his cultivation.
He could feel that his internal strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his cultivation was about to break through.
But he was just a little bit away.
Lin Xuan didn't know what he lacked.
Therefore, he could only keep drinking and cultivating.
I plan to accumulate a lot.
He had broken through the Eighth Stage Realm, which had been troubling him for a long time, and stepped into the Seventh Stage.
Li Feiming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,
"Today is the Laba Festival. All the Wudang disciples are gathered here, and you're the only one missing!”
When Lin Xuan heard Li Feiming's words, he remembered the rules of Wudang.
Every year on the eighth day of the lunar month.
All the Wudang disciples gathered together to eat porridge to commemorate their past sufferings. At the same time, they looked forward to the harvest for the coming year.
If Li Feiming hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it.
After all.
Lin Xuan had been thinking about his wine for the past few days and didn't notice that today was the Laba Festival.
He slowly got up and staggered toward Li Feiming."
"Senior brother, let's go. We can't be late.”
Li Feiming rolled his eyes and said unhappily,
"You also know that it will delay the time? Look at you, you reek of alcohol. Why don't you wash up?”
"Forget it, there's not enough time. Let's go."
Li Feiming pulled Lin Xuan and rushed to the Purple Cloud Palace.
At this moment, the Purple Cloud Palace was filled with tables and hassocks.
All the official disciples of Wudang Sect were gathered together. A bowl of Laba Congee was placed in front of each of them.
When Li Feiming and Lin Xuan entered, only the corner seat was still empty.
The two walked over and sat down.
The others only glanced at it and did not say anything.
After they saw that the person who was late was Lin Xuan, they all knew.
It must have been because he drank too much.
Even the Seven Heroes of Wudang who were sitting at the front could smell the strong smell of alcohol.
Song Yuanqiao glanced at Lin Xuan and sighed inwardly.
If Lin Xuan was not a disciple of the Xuanyuan family, how could he have joined Wudang and become his disciple?
Song Yuanqiao only had one request for Lin Xuan, and that was to not stir up trouble.
As long as he abided by this rule, the rest was up to him.
Now it seemed that…
This Lin Xuan was really casual.
Everyone sat upright on the futons.
On the other hand, his body was slanted and he was lying on the table, looking as if he had yet to sober up.
In addition, he reeked of alcohol.
Obviously, she was drunk again.
Song Yuanqiao retracted his gaze and didn't pay too much attention to it.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng entered the hall.
Everyone stood up and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng returned the greeting and sat in his seat.
He looked at the nervous disciples sitting upright and could not help but laugh.
"You don't have to be so nervous. Just be casual.”
The Seven Heroes of Wudang laughed.
As Zhang Sanfeng's closest people, they all knew that their master usually did not care about these red tape.
The second-generation disciples relaxed.
The third generation disciple was still a little nervous.
After all.
He rarely saw Perfected Zhang.
In the eyes of many third-generation disciples, Perfected Zhang was the reincarnation of Zhenwu Great Emperor. At the very least, he was an agent.
To them, Perfected Zhang was a god, the object of their admiration.
Now.
Being able to see Perfected Zhang at such a close distance made them very excited.
Such a grand event was rare in a year.
After all kinds of rituals.
Finally, Zhang Sanfeng picked up the Laba Congee on the table.
"Have some porridge."
Zhang Sanfeng finished the Laba Congee with a smile.
Everyone also picked up their bowls and drank in big mouthfuls.
The only difference was…
Lin Xuan didn't eat the porridge. He was drinking in large mouthfuls.
Song Qingshu quickly noticed this.
As Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu was also the eldest senior brother of the third generation of disciples.
He was very concerned about the actions of the third generation disciples, especially those who were taken in as disciples by his father, Song Yuanqiao.
After all.
The words and actions of these disciples represented Song Yuanqiao's face.
Now.
Everyone was drinking Laba Congee, but Lin Xuan was the only one who raised his wine gourd and gulped it down.
Wasn't this embarrassing his father?
When everyone put down their bowls, Song Qingshu finally couldn't help but say,"
"Junior Brother Lin Xuan, why are you drinking wine instead of the Laba Congee?”
Lin Xuan put down the gourd in his hand and looked at Song Qingshu.
At this moment.
His eyes were shining like crystals.
However, the light flashed and was covered by a haze.
That ray of light was not discovered by anyone.
Zhang Sanfeng looked over with interest.
He also wanted to know how Lin Xuan would explain.
Lin Xuan said slowly,"
"My wine is brewed from Laba Congee. Although I drink wine, it is also Laba Congee.”
Song Qingshu snorted coldly.
"You're still trying to quibble here."
"Do you think I don't know that you drink all day long? Not only did you miss morning and evening classes, but you also neglected your martial arts.”
"If you go on like this, what's the difference between you and trash?”
When Song Yuanqiao heard this, he knew that his son's words were too serious.
Moreover, he had to be careful.
Lin Xuan had the identity of the Xuanyuan family clan. If word got out that he was publicly accused of being trash, it would not be good.
"Qing Shu!"
Song Yuanqiao exclaimed softly.
Song Qingshu hurriedly lowered his head, indicating that he had said the wrong thing.
Song Yuanqiao was only reminding his son. After seeing his son's performance, he was secretly satisfied.
Although he agreed with his son.
However, it was better not to say such words.
Lin Xuan shook his head and whispered,"
"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through me.”
These words were light.
However, the second-generation disciples all had profound cultivation and outstanding hearing, so they naturally heard Lin Xuan's words.
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up when he heard Lin Xuan's words."
"Good, well said!"
In the early years, wasn't Zhang Sanfeng also called Zhang Sanfeng?
He looked at Lin Xuan in the corner and smiled."
"Our Wudang Sect values the Dao of nature. Since he liked to drink, then let him be.”
Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment, then finally stood up and bowed. He agreed,
"Yes, Master."
Lin Xuan also stood up and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng."
"Thank you, Grandmaster."
He also knew that staying here would only make others uncomfortable.
Lin Xuan took the initiative to leave.
He walked back to his residence while drinking.
He staggered back to his residence.
He had never expected that Zhang Sanfeng would actually agree to let him drink.
This made him very happy.
From now on, he could make wine openly and no one would stop him.
"Ding! Detected that the host has become excited after drinking. Sword Comprehension 10!”
Lin Xuan's interest was piqued as he reached out to grab the withered branches in the snow.
Internal strength poured out and wrapped around the withered branch like a ribbon, bringing it to Lin Xuan's hand.
He held the withered branch in his hand and began to practice the Taiji sword technique.
The sword moved with his heart, and his heart moved at will!
All kinds of moves were at his fingertips.
In the end.
Lin Xuan had even thrown away his inherent moves and waved them casually.
The Taiji Sword Essence circulated and became more and more round.
The Taiji Sword was formed!
When Lin Xuan stopped, there wasn't a single snowflake within ten feet of him.
Lin Xuan recalled the surging Taiji Sword Intent and laughed loudly.
After he entered the house, the snow in the sky covered all traces.
No one could discover what had just happened here.
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