This was a big surprise for everyone. Although the Kunlun sect's rules did not explicitly prohibit alcohol, how could such pure-minded monks like them be able to drink this wine
"If the leader finds out about this, will he be punished?"
"Who knows, the master's behavior is different from ordinary people. Besides, Zhu Lin is the proud disciple of Daqiao Peak. With his master here, no matter how he is punished, it will only be a small fight!"
"Speaking of which, it seems that we didn't see the leader show up today. It's such a pity that we missed a good show."
"Not only did I not see the master, but Master Qiao didn't come either?"
Amid everyone's discussion, Zhu Lin's figure disappeared into the misty white mist of the green mountains, and returned to his residence at Daqiaofeng. He fell on the bed and fell asleep again without taking off his shoes.
Xu Zhao covered him with the quilt and took off his shoes and socks. As soon as he left the room, he saw the master walking towards him with windy footsteps: "Where were you just now?"
Xu Zhao quickly put down the basin and respectfully replied to his master: "Master, just now I accompanied Junior Brother Zhu to the competition."
Master Qiao raised his eyebrows: "How can he still compete with his looks?"
Xu Zhao grinned: "Of course he can. Although he was completely drunk, he still won in the end!" He added in his heart, and he won beautifully.
Master Qiao looked surprised: "Win? Just like what he looked like just now, did he win against Lu Bo?"
Xu Zhao nodded: "Yes, many people have seen it, and the disciples don't dare to lie."
Master Qiao's tense face finally relaxed a little.
This boy finally did not disappoint him.
"How is he now?" Master Qiao pointed to the room.
Xu Zhao chuckled and said: "He slept like a dead pig and couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed. I really don't know how he won the game just now."
The corners of Master Qiao's mouth raised slightly: "Take good care of him! Tomorrow the teacher's meeting will come and wake him up to compete." Since he can compete today, he can also compete tomorrow, and he has nothing to worry about.
Master Qiao left Daqiao Peak directly and headed towards Sanqing Peak.
Sure enough, outside the Sanqing Hall, he met the master of Shengyuan Peak.
"Senior Brother Yuan, what a coincidence!" He looked at the senior brother in front of him with a smile, and he had never been in such a good mood.
Senior Brother Yuan's face was dark, he glared at Junior Brother Qiao, and said displeasedly: "What a coincidence? Humph, don't say you don't know what I'm here to do!"
Junior Brother Qiao shrugged: "I really don't know. I wonder what Senior Brother Yuan is doing in Sanqing Hall?"
Senior Brother Yuan snorted coldly: "The good disciple you taught went to the competition drunk, and behaved in such an ugly manner. It simply ruined the Kunlun sect's style."
Junior Brother Qiao raised his eyebrows: "So, Senior Brother Yuan is here to complain to Senior Brother, the leader?"
Senior Brother Yuan glanced at him and said angrily: "There's no talk of filing a complaint. I'm just here to report the situation to the head senior brother. Why, he can do it, but others can't say it?"
Junior Brother Qiao quickly made a gesture of invitation: "Of course you can, please!"
Senior Brother Yuan was not polite and walked in first.
There was no trace of the head brother in the hall. The two went to his study again, but there was also no sign. Finally, they went to the bedroom in the back hall. As soon as they walked to the door, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Senior Brother Yuan's expression changed and he hurried into the room. He saw the leader lying on the bed without even taking off his clothes, his face flushed and snoring like thunder. Even when they came in, they didn't wake him up.