Chapter 7

"Seventh Brother! Seventh Brother!"

In the night, Mo Shenggu was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a familiar call from outside. He immediately stopped and went to open the door, seeing Song Yuanqiao and Mo Li. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Elder Brother, it's so late, is there something important?"

"Of course there is something important!"

Song Yuanqiao smiled and said, "My disciple managed to cultivate true qi in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Such good news, wouldn't it be worth having a drink with my junior brother?"

"True qi in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?!"

Mo Shenggu raised an eyebrow and said, "Elder Brother, don't talk nonsense. There is no one in this world who can cultivate true qi in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"

"You don't believe me?!"

"I don't believe you!"

"Fine, then let's make a bet!"

Song Yuanqiao smiled like a cunning fox and said, "Let's bet on that jar of century-old Dongting Spring Brew you have."

"Bet on that, and I'll bet on the nine-leaf immortal orchid you've been growing for ten years!"

"Alright, alright, Li'er, go and let your Seventh Uncle test your skills!"

Mo Li was speechless for a moment. His master was actually using him to trick wine...

"True qi in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Elder Brother, that orchid is mine for sure!"

Mo Shenggu looked confident. He placed his hand on Mo Li's abdomen, injecting true qi while smiling, "All seven of us brothers have extraordinary talent, but even the fastest took four days. How could it be possible in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea... Hmm?!"

Before he could finish, his face changed dramatically, muttering, "How is this possible, how is this possible, he didn't have true qi this morning, how did he manage to cultivate it?!"

"How is it not possible?!"

Song Yuanqiao, seeing Mo Shenggu's stunned expression, laughed inwardly and said, "Willing to bet and lose, Junior Brother, bring out the Dongting Spring Brew!"

Mo Shenggu sighed deeply and said, "Fine, Elder Brother, you have a good disciple, willing to bet and lose!"

He turned and went inside, returning shortly with a jar of wine. "I'll give you the wine, but I need to borrow Li'er for a bit!"

Song Yuanqiao took the wine and said, "Do as you please."

...

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother!"

Yin Liting looked at the excited Mo Shenggu and Mo Li, surprised, "It's so late, what are you two doing here...?"

"Sixth Brother, do you believe that someone can cultivate true qi in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?!" Mo Shenggu shouted loudly.

"Time it takes to drink a cup of tea?!"

Yin Liting laughed, "Seventh Brother, are you confused from practicing? Even Fifth Brother took four days, and he was praised by Master as a successor. How could anyone...?"

"You don't believe it, that's good!"

Mo Shenggu interrupted Yin Liting, eager to say, "Dare you bet that if there is such a genius, you'll give me your Ziwu Sword?"

"Ziwu Sword?"

Yin Liting raised an eyebrow and said, "Fine, I'll bet on that jar of century-old Dongting Spring Brew you have!"

"Fine!"

Mo Shenggu's eyes lit up, "Li'er, go and let your Sixth Uncle see!"

Mo Li pouted. These Wudang Seven Heroes were like children, tricking each other and using themselves as props...

He walked up to Yin Liting, who was stunned, "You... You can't mean Li'er?!"

"It's Li'er, Sixth Brother, you're going to lose, give me the sword!" Mo Shenggu smiled.

"How could Li'er have such talent?"

Yin Liting shook his head, smiling, and placed his hand on Mo Li's chest, injecting true qi. But as soon as he did, he froze!

It was... actually true!

Yin Liting's mind was in turmoil. After a while, he said, "Good Li'er, I never thought you would be a once-in-a-century martial arts genius!"

"Sixth Brother, willing to bet and lose, give me the sword!"

Mo Shenggu extended his hand, looking pleased with himself.

Sigh! Oh no!

Yin Liting drew a sharp breath and pleaded, "Seventh Brother, you know, that's the only weapon Xiao Fu gave me, how can you...?"

"Willing to bet and lose!"

Mo Shenggu said coldly. Ha, when he gave away the century-old wine, didn't he feel the pain?

"Seventh Brother..."

Yin Liting pleaded again, but faced Mo Shenggu's cold expression.

"Fine! Here you go!"

Biting his lip, Yin Liting went into the room and brought out a long sword, "Take it, but I have one condition!"

"What condition?"

"Let Li'er go with me for a while!"

...

That night, several of the Wudang Seven Heroes on the mountain let out cries of despair, having been tricked out of their cherished items.

"Elder Brother, I ask you, do you believe that someone can cultivate true qi in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?!"

Song Yuanqiao was savoring the Dongting Spring Brew when he saw Yu Lianzhou, looking like a gambler who had lost everything, rush in with Mo Li and ask this question. He immediately laughed.

Well, it finally came to him!

He calmly poured a cup of wine and took a sip, "Sit, Second Brother, have a drink."

"Have a drink? Elder Brother, do you believe it or not?!" Yu Lianzhou asked urgently.

"Believe, why not believe?"

Song Yuanqiao slowly put down the cup and said, "Second Brother, the world is vast, and there are many strange things. It's not uncommon for someone to cultivate true qi in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"You believe? You actually believe? How can you believe?!!"

Yu Lianzhou looked desperate, "Why, why do Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, and Elder Brother all believe? Only I don't believe?!"

"From now on, I believe you will believe too." Song Yuanqiao smiled.

Song Yuanqiao knew without thinking that the other brothers must have ultimately tricked Yu Lianzhou. Everyone had their gains, but he alone had suffered a great loss.

But what did it have to do with him, Song Yuanqiao? He had a jar of century-old wine and a disciple with extraordinary talent. His mood was so good he didn't know where to put it.

...

Time passed quickly on Wudang Mountain...

Practicing martial arts, reading books, practicing martial arts...

In this daily cycle, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Ten years is enough for many changes to occur in the world.

For example, the little boy of the past had grown into a handsome young man with clear features and rosy lips.

The young man, dressed in a green robe and carrying a long sword, walked toward the back mountain.

"Master Mo!"

"Good morning, Master!"

"Good morning, Master Mo!"

The Wudang disciples he met along the way greeted Mo Li warmly.

Mo Li smiled and responded to each of them.

In recent years, the Wudang Sect's reputation in the martial world had grown, and the number of disciples had increased. Mo Li, despite being younger, had become a senior to many who were older than him.

But he was kind and talented, and as a direct disciple of the sect leader Song Yuanqiao, the Wudang disciples respected him greatly.

Every day at this time, Mo Li would practice swordsmanship in the back mountain. Regardless of wind, rain, snow, or hail, he never stopped.

Martial arts were the foundation for survival in this world, and Mo Li had understood this when he nearly died at the hands of the Golden-Haired Lion King.

But today, he was destined not to practice.

"Junior Brother Mo! Junior Brother Mo!"

From behind came a hurried call. Mo Li looked and saw it was his master Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu!

He saw the young man, about his age, panting heavily and shouting, "Grandmaster, Grandmaster has ordered you to go to Zixiao Palace immediately, Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle is back!"

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