"Master, please spare your senior brother."
"Yes, Master, Senior Brother, you know that you are wrong, so please spare him."
"You see, the eldest brother's back is still bleeding. Why don't you apply some golden sore medicine to the eldest brother first?"
"Master Master!"
I have to say that Zhuo Yihang is really popular. Seeing that he was punished, a group of three generations of disciples who were watching started to plead.
But is this partner who pleads wrong?
Looking at Song Yuanqiao, who was at a loss when he was crying and begging by a large group of disciples, Lan Li couldn't help but cover her face in the crowd.
It is right to plead with mercy.
But who do you have to ask for the clear answer?
At a glance, you can see that Song Yuanqiao is willing to take a lighter attack, and that Mo Shenggu wants to severely punish Zhuo Yihang. These stupid children don’t go to Mo Shenggu to cry, what are you asking for, the miserable Song Yuanqiao?
Seeing that Song Yuanqiao was so big that his head was so big that he was crying that he thought about it and stabbed Qingfeng.
"Qingfeng, I'll give you a chance to make contributions."
“What opportunity?”
"Now, you rush out and hug Uncle Seventh Master's thigh and start crying!"
"Cry?" Qingfeng, who knew nothing, looked stunned.
"Yes! Cry!" Lan Li nodded and continued, "Just say how good the elder brother is to us all on weekdays. He teaches martial arts and uses his pocket money to buy things and distributes it to everyone. He chooses the best.
Then you know that the seventh uncle enforces the law strictly. If you really want to find a traitor from the Wudang disciples, you will count it!”
"Me?" Qingfeng's eyes widened, with a look of 'You're so funny'.
"Don't worry! There will be no problem, will I lie to you?"
As he said that, Lan Li patted Qingfeng on the shoulder and said seriously: "If something happens to you, I will help you wash your clothes for the next six months!"
"Really?" Qingfeng was skeptical.
"Really!" Lan Li looked decisive.
"Then...well." Qingfeng nodded and replied: "Remember what you said to help me wash my clothes..."
After saying that, he saw Qingfeng, the silly child, find an opportunity, and rushed out of the crowd, hugging his thighs in Mo Shenggu's astonished gaze.
"Uncle Seventh Division..."
It's done!
"Wuwuwu, Uncle Seventh Master, you have a lot of them, so don't be as knowledgeable as us juniors, wuwuwuwu..."
In the crowd, Lan Li walked to Zhang Ze and whispered a few words.
"The eldest brother knows that he is wrong, he really knows that he is wrong. Uncle Seventh Master, please spare him."
After being surprised, Zhang Ze winked at Fang Yue, Wu Kaishan and others not far away.
"The elder brother is so good. On weekdays, not only teach us martial arts, but also buy delicious food for us to share with us...Woooooo..."
In the middle of the hall, Zhuo Yihang looked at the many Wudang disciples who had begun to communicate secretly in the crowd, and a thought vaguely arose in his heart.
"Wuwuwu, Uncle Seventh Master, if you have to arrest someone and come out to punish me, just catch me. Wuwuwuwu, please let me go, please... "
"Yes, Uncle Seventh Master, please let go of Senior Brother."
"The eldest brother already knew he was wrong."
"Or why you want to punish me, just punish me..."
In the crowd, I don’t know which one of them started. Immediately afterwards, a large group of people knelt down to Mo Shenggu in the hall:
"I would like to ask the Seventh Division to let the eldest brother go. We did it yesterday. I hope the Seventh Division will be forgiven!"
Has it been!
Behind Zhuo Yihang, Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly when he heard the sound, knowing that he must have rejected the face of his seventh brother today.
It's over.
Zhuo Yihang, kneeling on the cushion, complained in his heart, knowing that from today on, he would be hated by his seventh uncle.
Zhuo Yihang!
Standing in front of the crowd, Song Qingshu, the son of the head, almost crushed the hilt of the sword in his hand!
Why are so many people pleading for you?
Just because you are the first disciple of the third generation, my father’s eldest disciple!
Song Qingshu was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but in this situation, he could not help but express his feelings!
If he really doesn't say anything and goes against the will of others, how can he compete with Zhuo Yihang in the future?
He broke his teeth and swallowed it into his stomach. Song Qingshu walked out of the crowd with a calm face and knelt directly in front of Mo Shenggu: "Uncle Seventh Division, I was the one who traveled at night last night. I hope the Uncle Seventh Division will punish you."
clever!
Seeing Song Qingshu's style, Lan Li couldn't help but lit up in the crowd!
Who said that Song Qingshu is a fool?
At this time, Song Qingshu not only petitioned for the people, but also secretly gave Mo Shenggu a step!
If you are really stupid, how can you do this?
But in the story, why did this guy become as stupid as a pig?
Is Zhang Wuji's brainlessness shining, or is Zhou Zhiruo's beauty in trouble?
Lan Li was thinking randomly.
On the other side, Mo Shenggu, who had steps, glared at Song Qingshu at this moment.
Seeing Song Qingshu's unyielding look, he finally closed his eyes and took a long breath: "Okay, since you all admit it, I will not pursue this matter too much.
Zhuo Yihang!”
"Disciple is here."
"From today, you will be responsible for cleaning my Wudang clean bucket for three months, and you must not be cheated and cheated!"
"Disciple obeys the order!"
Zhuo Yihang bowed with a wry smile.
Seeing this, Mo Shenggu snorted coldly, turned his head to stare at Song Qingshu and said, "Song Qingshu, since you have admitted what happened last night, I will punish you for thirty, and execute it outside this Palace of Inquiry!
Are you convinced?”
"Abide by the orders of the Seventh Master Uncle!"
Song Qingshu lowered his head and recognized it.
"Take off your clothes."
"yes!"
......
......
A quarter of an hour later, outside the hall, under the gaze of many Wudang disciples, Song Qingshu was stripped naked and pressed on the bench and was punished.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
A two-meter-long stick hit him, and the silly child didn't even make any tricks!
Blood began to flow on its back.
This is a real fight!
Looking at Song Qingshu biting the cotton cloth in his mouth, Lan Li couldn't help but shivered.
‘From now on, who will tell me that Song Qingshu is an idiot? I will press him on the stool and suck him thirty sticks and let him try it!
This guy is really cruel!
Being ruthless to others is not a skill, being ruthless to yourself is a real ruthless person.
In order to make a show and earn a good reputation, I resisted the thirty-year-old slaughter and remained silent... This is really a talent!
With this appearance today, who will underestimate Song Qingshu because his reputation is not as good as Zhuo Yihang?
Sure enough, the one who was carefully taught by a group of second-generation Wudang disciples would definitely not be a fool who knew nothing!’
"Hey!" Looking at Song Qingshu being tortured there, and looking at the unbearableness on Song Yuanqiao's face and Mo Shenggu's smug look, Lan Li felt that she had a new understanding of the elders on Wudang Mountain.
"The father is reluctant to let his son suffer, and he is unwilling to take over the head of Wudang, while the uncle is trying every means to help his nephew get to power.
And Song Qingshu himself seems to be a successful person.
Chapter completed!