Chapter 8 Brother, I bet it's a fart(2/2)
"Brother, this is really bullshit..."
Su Bei sneered and stood up.
Looking at Jun Wuxie floating in the sky like a parabola.
Then he looked at the wine jar under his feet.
After thinking for a while, he kicked me again.
The jar is flying gracefully, looking for its owner.
"Don't harm me, Bu Jianfeng."
"..."
At the foot of Bujian Peak, all the disciples stared dumbfoundedly at the Sixth Elder who was kicked away by Su Bei.
Like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
A faint stench spread everywhere it passed.
"Who is that? How could such a gentle person like the fifth elder kick him out?"
"This...this seems to be the Sixth Elder!"
"Why does it smell so bad? Do you smell it?"
"It smells a bit like that or something?"
"Sixth Elder goes to eat every day*?"
"I vomited! It stinks so much!"
"The fifth elder is really gentle. The sixth elder must have wanted to go to the fifth elder after eating*, so the fifth elder kicked him away..."
"..."
Bujian Peak, Thatched Cottage.
Su Bei smelled the faint stench that was still present in the air and sighed slowly.
But the guess in my heart was indeed confirmed!
"Well, laxatives are extremely poisonous."
"No solution."
"But... they say that those down-and-out, alcoholic, mentally ill uncles are all masters?"
"Let's find time to verify it."
Then he looked at the apprentice in his arms with a headache.
How should we deal with this drunk apprentice?
She is too busy recruiting apprentices. Her Bujian Peak is bare and only has this thatched cottage. Where can she live?
It seems that besides worrying about the sect’s recruitment meeting in a month’s time, we need to seriously teach this apprentice!
"What should I teach her?"
"It's too late now. Let's go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion tomorrow to take a look."
"You must give this good disciple of mine a good choice, and choose the kind that is half missing, half disabled, and not disabled."
Chapter completed!