"Master Master, you can spare Senior Brother."

"Yes, uncle, the senior brother knows that he is wrong, so you can spare him."

"You see that Senior Brother's back is still bleeding, why don't you rub some gold sore medicine on Senior Brother first?"

"Uncle Master!"

I have to say that Zhuo Yihang's popularity is really good, seeing that he was punished, a group of three generations of disciples who were watching from the sidelines all opened their mouths to plead.

But is the object of this plea wrong?

Looking at Song Yuanqiao, who was overwhelmed by a large group of disciples' crying, in the crowd, Lan Li couldn't help but cover his face.

It is right to intercede.

But who are you asking for the score!

At a glance, I understood that Song Yuanqiao was willing to be lightly punished, it was Mo Shenggu who wanted to severely punish Zhuo Yihang, these stupid children didn't go to Mo Shenggu to cry, what did they always ask Song Yuanqiao, the bitter master?

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao's head was made three times bigger by the crying, Lan Li thought about it and stabbed the breeze.

"Qingfeng, give you a chance to make meritorious contributions."

"What chance?"

"Now, you, rush out and hug the thigh of the seventh uncle and start crying!"

"Crying?" Qingfeng, who didn't know anything, looked stunned.

"That's right! Cry! Lan Li nodded and continued: "Let's just say how good the senior brother is to all of us on weekdays, teaching martial arts, and using his pocket money to buy things and distribute them to everyone.

And then say that you know that Uncle Seventh is strict in law enforcement, if you really want to find a traitor from among the disciples of Wudang, you will be counted! ”

"Me?" Qingfeng's eyes widened, and he had a 'you tease me' expression.

"Don't worry! It's going to be fine, I'm going to lie to you? ”

Saying that, Lan Li patted Qingfeng's shoulder and said seriously: "If something happens to you, I will help you wash your clothes for the next six months!" ”

"Really?" The breeze will be skeptical.

"Really!" Lan Li's face was fixed.

"That's... All right. Qingfeng nodded: "Remember what you said to help me wash my clothes...."

After speaking, I saw that after Qingfeng, the stupid kid, found an opportunity, he squirmed out of the crowd and hugged his thigh in Mo Shenggu's stunned gaze.

"Uncle Seven, ....."

It's done!

"Woo woo, Uncle Seven, you have a lot of adults, so don't be like us juniors, woo woo woo..."

In the crowd, Lan Li walked up to Zhang Ze and whispered a few words.

"Senior brother, he knows that he is wrong, he really knows that he is wrong, Seventh Senior Uncle, you can spare him."

After being surprised, Zhang Ze glanced at Fang Yue, Wu Kaishan and others not far away.

"Senior brother is good, he not only teaches us martial arts on weekdays, but also buys delicious food for us to share when he has money... Woooooooo

In the center of the main hall, Zhuo Yihang looked at the many Wudang disciples in the crowd who began to communicate secretly, and a thought vaguely rose in his heart.

"Woo woo, Seventh Senior Uncle, if you have to arrest someone to punish you, you can arrest me, woo woo, please let go of Senior Brother, okay....."

"Yes, Seventh Senior Uncle, just let Senior Brother go."

"Senior brother has already learned his mistake."

"Otherwise, if you want to be punished, punish me..."

In the crowd, I don't know which one started it, and then, a large group of people who were pressed by the black pressure knelt down in the main hall towards Mo Shenggu:

"Please also ask the Seventh Senior Uncle to let go of the Senior Brother, it was all our work yesterday, and I hope that the Seventh Senior Uncle Haihan!"

Suffered!

Behind Zhuo Yihang, Song Yuanqiao, who heard the voice, smiled bitterly, knowing that he must have lost the face of his seventh brother today.

Finished.

Zhuo Yihang, who was kneeling on the futon, secretly complained in his heart, knowing that from today onwards, he would have to be hated by his seventh uncle.

Zhuo Yihang!

Standing in a corner with the crowd, Song Qingshu, as the son of the head of the family, almost crushed the hilt of the sword in his hand!

Why are so many people interceding for you?

Just because you are the first disciple of the third generation, my father's eldest disciple!

Song Qingshu's teeth itched with hatred, but the situation was like this, and he couldn't help but express it!

If he really doesn't say anything, he goes against the will of the public, how can he fight with Zhuo Yihang in the future?

Breaking his teeth and swallowing in his stomach, Song Qingshu walked out of the crowd with a calm face, and knelt directly in front of Mo Shenggu: "Seventh Uncle, I was the only one who traveled at night last night, and I hope that Seventh Uncle will punish you." ”

Clever!

Seeing Song Qingshu's style, in the crowd, Lan Li's eyes couldn't help but light up!

Who said Song Qingshu was a fool?

At this time, he Song Qingshu not only petitioned for the people, but secretly, he also gave Mo Shenggu a step down!

If you are really stupid, how can you do this?

But in the story, how did this thing become stupid as a pig?

Is it Zhang Wuji's brainless brilliance, or is Zhou Zhiruo's face in trouble?

Lan Li thought wildly in his heart.

On the other side, Mo Shenggu, who had steps, glared at Song Qingshu at this time.

After seeing Song Qingshu's unyielding appearance, he finally closed his eyes and took a long breath: "Okay, since you all admit your mistakes, I won't pursue this matter too much."

Zhuo Yihang! ”

"The disciple is here."

"From today onwards, you are responsible for cleaning my Wudang net barrel for three months, and you must not steal and cheat!"

"Disciple obeys!"

Zhuo Yihang smiled bitterly and arched his hand.

Seeing this, Mo Shenggu snorted coldly, turned his head to stare at Song Qingshu and said, "Song Qingshu, since you admit what happened last night, then I will punish you for thirty years, and I will execute it outside this palace of inquiry!"

Are you convinced? ”

"Obey the orders of the Seventh Uncle!"

Song Qingshu bowed his head and recognized.

"Take off your clothes."

"Yes!"

......

......

A quarter of an hour later, outside the main hall, under the gaze of many Wudang disciples, Song Qingshu was stripped of his shirt and pressed on the bench to be punished.

Syllable.

Syllable.

Syllable.

The two-meter-long stick slapped at him, and this stupid boy didn't even make a sound!

Blood began to flow on his back.

It's a real hit!

Seeing Song Qingshu bite the cotton cloth in his mouth, Lan Li couldn't help but shudder.

From now on, if anyone tells me that Song Qingshu is an idiot, I will press him on the stool and whip him thirty sticks for him to try!

This product is really ruthless!

It's not a skill to be ruthless to others, but it's really ruthless to yourself.

In order to make a show and earn a good reputation, he stubbornly resisted thirty canes, and he still stood silent.... It's really a talent!

With today's play, from now on, who will underestimate him because Song Qingshu's reputation is not as good as Zhuo Yihang?

Sure enough, who was carefully taught by a group of second-generation disciples of Wudang, he would definitely not be a second fool who didn't understand anything! ’

"Hey!" Looking at Song Qingshu being tortured there, and then looking at the unbearable look on Song Yuanqiao's face and Mo Shenggu's smug look not far away, Lan Li felt that he had a new understanding of this group of elders on Wudang Mountain.

"The father is reluctant to let his son suffer, and he doesn't want Song Qingshu to take over the class of Wudang, and the uncle is trying to help his nephew take the position by all means.

And Song Qingshu himself seems to be a competitive.

Senior Brother Yihang, if you want to be the head of this Wudang in the future, I'm afraid it will not be easy! ”