The next evening at dinnertime, several bursts of laughter erupted from the kitchen, making Tian Buyi, who had just arrived outside, lose face. Those damned disciples really had no sense of restraint.
Just as he was about to stop them, Shi Yongheng shook his head and stopped him.
The disciples were fooling around and had not noticed the three people outside.
A red mark ran down the center of Du Bishu's face, from between his brows to his nose and lips. It stood out starkly against his fair complexion, making him look exactly as though he had been struck by a bamboo stalk.
The other four senior brothers were still laughing without restraint.
"Senior Brother, tell me what it was like when Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Senior Brothers first chopped Black-Jointed Bamboo. I refuse to believe they didn't make fools of themselves. And I want to hear about all the embarrassing things they've done over the years too."
Song Daren's eyes lit up. "Little Junior Brother, you want to hear? Let me tell you, those guys have so many stories. I witnessed every single one myself. I'll slowly tell you—mmph... mmph... mmph."
Before Song Daren could finish, Wu Dayi, Zheng Dali, He Dazhi, and Lü Daxin had already pounced on him. One covered his mouth, one choked his neck, one pounded his chest, and one tickled him. In an instant, they had him in such a state that he could not help himself, swallowing every word back down.
Seeing this, Du Bishu burst out laughing. Who told Eldest Senior Brother to have such a big mouth? Now he was suffering for it.
For a time, the dining hall was filled with joyous laughter.
Just as everyone was fooling around, a cold snort suddenly sounded. They looked toward the door