However, he didn't know whether Li Zongsheng was drunk or awake at this moment. When they came to deliver the meal a few days ago, his senior brother always lay on the couch, staring at a colorful little doll on the bedside table with his eyes tightly. They couldn't remember whether it was a lion or a tiger, but they knew that he didn't move no matter whether the door opened or closed.

This is true for the day from breakfast to lunch and then to night.

"Back to the room?" Lee Zongsheng raised his eyebrows, looking a little unruly.

"Since I've come out, it's natural that I can't go back. There's no wine in the gourd. Go down the mountain to find wine!" He patted the wine pot on his waist, which was only two fingers long and seemed to be unable to hold much wine.

"Don't do this, senior brother. If you go out, the master will blame us." Chang Yi and Chang Qi were a little anxious.

"Blame you?" Li Zongsheng was about to leave, but he stopped when he heard Chang Yi's words and touched the beard on his chin, and seemed to feel a little unbearable.

"Hey, I really want to see what the old man in charge of the evaluation and punishment of merit and demerit would look like when he punished his disciples. It must be very good!" Just when Chang Yi and Chang Qi thought that Li Zong was very kind, he unexpectedly gave up such a sentence and showed a honey smile.

Hearing this, Chang Yi and Chang Qi were both blinded at the same time. They did not expect that the eldest brother's personality would be so bad.

"Hurry, hurry up, let's inform Elder Zhenwu that the eldest brother ran away." After a few seconds, Chang Yi finally recovered and he hurriedly patted Chang Qi's shoulder beside him.

"Oh, oh, okay." Chang Qi also came to his senses and quickly followed Chang Yi to run out of the Wuliang Pavilion.

But after they took a step, a ghostly gray figure suddenly flashed in front of them.

This ghost was the Li Zongsheng who had just left. Chang Yi and Chang Qi were scared to the spot again and did not dare to move at all.

"Do you all think I'm leaving?" Li Zongsheng smiled. His expression now looked like a bandit who met a good woman, with a despicable expression on his face.

"I won't let you go and notify the elders!" He roared fiercely. Chang Yi and Chang Qi had already been scared by the way and lost their combat effectiveness.

They don't even remember how they were pinned on the bed.

Lee Zongsheng closed the door outside, locked the door with Chang Yi's key, and then ran the slender key to the distance.

Then he took a steady pace and happily went down the mountain.

While walking, he picked the wild grass and flowers on the roadside, like a girl who had never gone down the mountain in his life, full of curiosity towards the wilderness.

"Isn't it? You are the number one in the Golden List!" He murmured as he walked, holding a daisy in his hand, which was as warm as this sunny day.

Lee Zongsheng teased the leaves of the daisy in his hand, and the scene from twelve years ago flashed in front of his eyes.

That was the last competition of the Ascension Conference. Monk Wunian and him were exhausted on the ring, and neither side could get any benefits.

If anyone could be inseparable from him twelve years ago, I'm afraid the only one is Monk Wunian. The little bald head with oily tiles appeared in Li Zongsheng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but crack.

He picked the daisy leaves one by one from the stem, then gently raised them towards the mountains and fields on the roadside, spit out a sip of wine, and then accelerated his pace.

Behind him, wherever the petals fell, new chrysanthemums appeared, and they were as charming as the previous one.

Li Zongsheng still remembered that twelve years ago, he was trying to fight to the death with the monk. However, the monk Wunian suddenly withdrew his true energy, put his hands together, and bowed to him.

"The little monk knows that this competition is of great significance to the donor, and it is just a false reputation for the little monk. Since the donor sincerely wants the first place in the ascension conference, why don't the little monk do a favor?"

Monk Wunian said, revealing a white tiger tooth. Before Li Zongsheng could react, he jumped off the competition stage and gave up the first place.

But Li Zongsheng knew that if he fought to the end, he might not be able to beat the monk Wunian and would leave a heavy blow to his body. But Wunian saw through his thoughts and finally fulfilled him.

That monk really can't underestimate it, and he can still deserve the title of No. 1 on the Golden List.

Li Zongsheng was thinking, and he reached out to hold the wine gourd around his waist. In fact, there was a small big red sachet tied to the wine gourd.

There was a pair of mandarin ducks with lingering necks on it. Lee Zongsheng pinched the small sachet, and the corners of his mouth were slightly cracked.

But this time he didn't laugh, but scarlet blood appeared in his eyes. He hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes, as if sand had entered inside.

He lifted the lid of the pot, lifted the pot into the sky and pointed it at his mouth. Only three or two drops of liquid slowly flowed down and dripped into his mouth. There were waves in the corners of his eyes, and there were spots of light flashing inside.

There's really no alcohol!

The martial arts hall is the Yanshu Hall after descending from Wuliang Peak Mountain and passing through the bluestone steps and a deep forest path.

There were disciples practicing martial arts inside, and only the crisp sound of clashing and weapons colliding.

In fact, there is not only one way to go down the mountain, but after thinking about it, Leehom still turned around and got into the martial arts hall.

There were about a hundred disciples wearing dark blue Taoist robes practicing swords in the hall, for a man wearing the same robe as Leehom.

No, different. Although the patterns on the man's clothes were the same as those on Li Zongsheng, the color was snow-white, not as dirty as his, and there was not even a thread.

"Hey, Junior Brother Shouzhi is practicing sword!" Li Zongsheng emerged from behind the butts of the disciples, holding his wine gourd and carrying his crotch, like a second-rate guy who came out of nowhere.

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother." The disciples who were practicing swordsman saw Li Zongsheng and stopped the posture in their hands. They saluted Li Zongsheng in a scattered manner.

How many days have the disciples of Shushan not seen their senior brother?

Since ten years ago, Leehom Lee almost never appeared in front of everyone. At first, except for eating every few days, and then when the disciples of Shushan were in the meeting.

Lee Zongsheng leaned alone in the corner of the wall, sometimes standing, sometimes lying, and sometimes sitting. The only thing that remains unchanged is that he holds the wine pot in his hand.

Later, he stopped eating, practiced swords, and did not come. In the past six months, no one knew where he had gone.

But there are still some people who know that Elder Zhenwu was afraid that Li Zongsheng would cause any trouble to go down the mountain, so he locked him in Wuliang Pavilion and added a ban on the door.

But the Wuliang Pavilion was always just a decoration. If Li Zongsheng really wanted to leave, the wooden door and the forbidden area would probably not be able to keep him.

"Hello, Senior Brother." This disciple who led the sword practice was Shoji, who ranked fourth on the Golden List.

He has sparse facial features, single eyelids, thick lips, and looks like a loyal and honest look. Shushan has naturally received the list of heroes, but he did not look down on him because Leehom Li was ranked behind him.

On the contrary, the disciples in Shushan still respect Li Zongsheng very much in their hearts.

Even though Li Zongsheng was like this, he had not made any improvement in his cultivation for ten years and had just drunk alcohol and was still the disciple of the leader Qingxu.

Elder Zhenwu, Elder Xuanqi, Elder Yuanshen and Elder Lude, although they usually look forward to Li Zongsheng, they still take special care of him behind his back. Perhaps this is the love that the elders have for their younger generations!

"Okay, don't want these worldly etiquettes, I'll just come and see." Lee Zongsheng did not show any arrogance, but looked flattered.

"You keep practicing, keep practicing, the movements must be standard. Yes, that's it. Raise your feet a little higher, right."

He was like a chatterbox, constantly wandering among his disciples practicing swords, almost forgetting that he had escaped.
Chapter completed!