Vol 3 Chapter 2287:

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The surprise of everyone is not the same. Although the Kunlun door rules have not explicitly stated the prohibition of alcohol, can this wine be used by such a pure-minded monk?
"If this is done, let the head know, will he punish him?"
"Who knows, the head of the line is different from the ordinary people. Besides, Zhu Lin is a proud disciple of the bridge peak. He has his master, and how to punish him. I am afraid that it is just a small fight!"
"Speaking, it seems that it is a pity that I didn't see the head today. I missed a good show."
"I didn't see the head, did the bridge master not come?"
In the discussion of the people, Zhu Lin's figure disappeared into the misty green hills and fog, and returned to the residence of the bridge peak. The shoes did not fall off and fell to the bed and fell asleep.
Xu Zhao helped him cover the quilt and took off his shoes and socks. When he just left the room, he saw the master's footsteps coming to him: "Where have you been?"
Xu Zhao hurriedly put down the basin, and the respectful master returned: "Master, just a disciple accompanied Zhu Shidi to the game."
Master Bridge raised his eyebrows: "He is a ghost, can he still play?"
Xu Zhao said with a smile: "Of course, although he is so drunk, he can still win!" He added a sentence in his heart, and he still won very beautifully.
Bridge master was surprised: "Win it? Just like he just looked like, and Lu Bo tried to win?"
Xu Zhao nodded: "Yes, many people have seen it, and disciples are afraid to lie."
Bridge Master’s face, which has been tight, is finally a slight relief.
This kid did not let him down.
"How is he doing now?" The bridge master pointed to the house.
Xu Zhaoyu smiled and said: "Sleeping like a dead pig, how to call it is not awake, I really don't know how he won the game."
The master's mouth was slightly tilted: "Take care of him! Tonight, I will wake him up for the competition." Since today can be compared to tomorrow, naturally, he has nothing to worry about.
Master Bridge left the bridge peak directly and rushed to the direction of Sanqingfeng.
Sure enough, outside the Sanqing Hall, he met the master of Shengyuan.
"Yuan Shixiong, it’s so good!" He smiled and looked at his brother, and his mood was never so good.
Yuan’s brother’s face was dark and he took a look at the bridge’s younger brother. He’s not happy:
Cricky? Hey, don’t you know what I’m going to do!

The bridge master shrugged: "I really don't know, I don't know what the Yuan brothers came to Sanqing Temple to do?"
Yuan Shixiong coldly said: "The good apprentice you taught, even drunk to go to the game, out of that ugly state, is simply ruining the Kunlun door."
Bridge teacher's brow raised his eyebrows high: "So, is the Yuan brothers coming to the head of the brothers to complain?"
Yuan Shixiong gave him a look. He didn't have a good air. "There is no way to talk about it. It's just to respond to the head of the brothers. How can he do it, can't others say it?"
Bridge brother quickly made a gesture of asking: "Of course, can you say, please!"
Yuan Shixi is not polite, and took the lead to go in.
There was no trace of the brothers in the temple. The two went to his study, and they did not. Finally, they went to the dormitory of the apse. When they walked to the door, they smelled a rich wine.
Yuan’s brother’s face changed, and he quickly sneaked into the room. When he saw the head and didn’t even take off his clothes, he lie on the bed, his face flushed and his voice was thunderous. Even when they came in, he did not wake him up.