Chapter 3 Section 8 Violation

Shangguan Cheng returned to Qingzhufeng and walked all the way to the courtyard where his disciples lived.

"Aki" is behind him. This fairy sword can be regarded as an officer's divine soldier. He thought how majestic it was to kill demons in those years. At this time, "Akagi" no longer had the red light that appeared when Shangguan Cheng was angry in the main ancestral hall of Tianfeng. He became much more docile and stayed quietly on Shangguan Cheng's back.

The fairy sword is human. In fact, under the whole world, everything is like this. As long as spiritual cultivation is given, people can be inspired by all things.

Shangguan Cheng paced to the courtyard. At this time, it was quiet and there was no one. The houses are also empty. Most of the disciples practice in their own rooms, but they are lazy and playing in the room. How can this happen?

"Where have these bastards gone?" Shangguan Cheng frowned slightly and was a little confused.

Shangguan Cheng naturally doesn't know that since he left Qingzhufeng these days, these disciples have been lazy for a few days under the leadership of Mingjue and Qin Tian. Usually, the master is extremely strict. He practices every day. It is normal for these disciples not to adapt to the bitter and plain practice life.

A place in the bamboo sea is the place where Qin Tian usually cuts bamboo. On several bamboo stakes, a group of teenagers in Taoist robes are surrounding each other and don't know what they are doing.

You can see that everyone's look is extremely excited. Only one person in the crowd is wearing a tattered black Taoist robe, with sleeves, and his eyes are full of excitement, shouting loudly--

"Big-Big! Haha, I won!"

On the bamboo stake, a large bamboo bowl was actually several times larger than that used for ordinary meals. At this time, the bamboo bowl was opened, and three spinning objects slowly stopped and lay under the eyes of everyone.

It turned out to be three dice.

"Alas..." Everyone sighed together and turned their helpless eyes to the man in the rag Taoist robe, shaking their heads and curling their lips.

The man in a broken robe looked at the crowd with a smile and said, "I won all seven rounds. In the future, the work of cutting bamboo will be yours. You can't regret it!"

"Qin Tian, you are awesome!" The speaker is the disciple who came together - He Wei, who is burly and kind-looking.

"Qin Tian, let's see, He Ji is practicing jade and Qingjie now. Let's hand over the matter of cutting bamboo to our four brothers." It turned out that four of the eight disciples were from a family. Seeing that these four people have many similarities in appearance, they are the four Qiu brothers. Now he is talking about Boss Qiu. What he means is to avoid He Ji's punishment for cutting bamboo.

"That's right. Master keeps a close eye on him. Among us, he has the highest attainments in practicing Taoism and can't delay him." The two disciples, Zhang Chenghao and Lu Fan, also said so.

The man with a broken robe is Qin Tian. He tilted his head and thought about it. If he didn't say anything, no one knew what he meant. Everyone bet on the dice, and Qin Tian won the game. He ruled the punishment. These children did not practice Taoism so seriously.

Among the disciples, the time for each of them to practice Taoism is still short, but it can still be seen with high talent. As soon as the audience said it, they knew that this burly He Ji must have the highest cultivation.

At this time, He Ji said with a smile, "Everyone is willing to bet and accept defeat. So am I. Since I lost to Qin Tian, I have to help him cut bamboo. How can I make an exception?"

The disciples say a word, hoping that He Ji will practice his Taoism well and don't worry about cutting bamboo. Over the past few days, Qin Tian and Mingjue have been together every day. Instead, they are a little estranged with the seven brothers who came together. At this time, when they saw that they were willing to be punished, they all tried their best to defend He Ji. It seems that He Ji is very popular among the crowd.

"Well, let's practice hard. I'll do these chores of cutting bamboo! I'm a rude person, different from you. Haha!" When Qin Tian said this, everyone was gloomy. Since coming to Qingzhu Peak, everyone has been dedicated to practicing Taoism, but Qin Tian has been cutting bamboo and cooking and doing some rough work.

The disciples practice their skills on weekdays, and only when they eat in the fast hall can they see Qin Tian and eat the delicious food cooked by Qin Tian before they think of him more or less. At this time, everyone knows that this boy doesn't know anything about Taoism. Up to now, he is still doing the introductory practice of cutting bamboo. It is said to be practice, but it is actually the master's punishment.

"Master, too, why didn't you teach you Taoism?" He Ji looked at Qin Tian and was dissatisfied with his master Shangguan Cheng in his tone.

"It's also good to cut bamboo and bask in the sun every day. On the contrary, what stage has your Taoism been refined? Qin Tian has long heard Mingjue talk about the magic of "Three Halal Words". Although he has not even seen the shadow of these Taoist books, he knows something about it.

"I'm still spinning on the Yuqing level! How profound our Sanqingmen Taoism is. Alas, when learning Taoism, we encountered many difficult breakthroughs. In addition to meditating, we can only sigh that the Qingjing ancestor was really a peerless genius, and Gao Xuan was unfathomable!"

After saying that, He Yu looked forward to it. He looked into the distance and was in high spirit.

All the brothers knew that He Ji's qualifications and diligence were among the best in the group. After listening to him, they knew that he was humble, but they couldn't help admiring him more.

"Is the ancestor Qingjing really that powerful? And the master, but he didn't see what ability he had. Looking at him pulling his face all day, as if someone else owed him money!" Mingjue, who hasn't spoken much for a long time, suddenly said this, and everyone laughed.

Everyone was still talking lively and cheerfully, but they didn't know that a person suddenly stood in the distance, looking serious, but Shangguan Cheng.

He looked around for naughty disciples. At this time, it was in the bamboo forest that he saw that these little ones were all lazy here and even gambled on dice.

How can Shangguan Cheng not be angry? However, he did not attack, but listened to what these disciples said first. When he heard Mingjue say that about himself, how could he stand it? Suddenly, he said harshly--

"Mingjue, you bastard!"

Everyone found that the master suddenly arrived, and they were respectful and frightened.

"If you don't study well, you will come here to be lazy! Who can tell me what the fifth commandment of the Three Qing Dynasty is? Shangguan Cheng asked the crowd sternly.

"No gambling..." Mingjue hesitated and said that he had just said that he had the right to despise his master, and then he withered.

"What else? Keep talking!" Shangguan's sincere words are like chopping ice, and his momentum is cold.

"En, what's more, violators will be punished for three years and cannot practice this method."

"Master!"

Everyone knelt to the ground.

Sanqing precepts are known to all disciples. However, during this period of time, Shangguan Cheng is not in Qingzhufeng, and his disciples have lost control. In addition, he has a shallow entry and a heart to play. How can he not have?

I didn't expect that the master was haunted, and then he actually appeared.