Keep Your Head Down

Nameless Peak, wooden house.

The door of the house was slowly pushed open by a pair of big hands, and a man in a black gown walked out of the house.

The man is middle-aged in appearance, elegant in temperament, and gentle as jade.

His hair was meticulously combed and secured with a simple crown and wooden hairpin.

From the perspective of breath, the middle-aged man is like a very common scholar under the mountain, like a scholar under the mountain. In fact, his biggest hobby is reading books.

At this moment, he was still holding a volume of books in his hand, and after glancing at his junior brother, he put the book back into his sleeve.

In terms of appearance, he does not match the title of the number one sword in the world, but this victorious person has long forgotten how many years he has been to the top of kendo.

For the junior brother to come to the door swearing like this, Jian Zun still had a gentle smile on his face, and he was not annoyed.

It's just that Ji Changkong is the image of a hunchbacked old man, but Jian Zun is the image of a middle-aged scholar. If he didn't know it, he would have thought that the old father was teaching his son, not the younger brother shouting in front of the elder brother.

"Changkong is here, you haven't come to visit Senior Brother for a few days." Jian Zun sat down at the wooden table and made a gesture of invitation.

Ji Changkong stepped forward quickly, sat down with a butt, with a smile on his face, and repeated it again, "Senior brother, you are wrong!"

"Okay, it's the senior brother who is wrong." The middle-aged scholar poured tea for the junior brother and said with a smile.

When Ji Changkong heard the words, he only felt his heart was full of anger. The old urchin's squinting eyes widened a little, and he stared at the middle-aged scholar hard, and said, "You should ask me now, where did I go wrong!"

The middle-aged scholar had already poured out the herbal tea, pushed the teacup in front of Ji Changkong, and cooperated obediently, saying, "Okay, please tell me what my brother is wrong."

Ji Changkong nodded with satisfaction, drank the herbal tea, and said, "Did you say that before the third realm, sword intent will never be formed!"

The middle-aged scholar looked up at the sky, and the two flowing hair bands on his hair crown fell backwards, as if he was recalling whether he had said this.

The unhappy expression on Ji Changkong's face gradually thickened. Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, he urged: "Don't think about it, you said it!"

"Yes, yes, I said it." The middle-aged scholar nodded.

Ji Changkong handed over the teacup and motioned to pour another cup for this junior brother.

Then, his tone became arrogant again: "Then let me tell you now, there are people in the world who have formed sword intent before the third realm, and under my guidance, he achieved the second realm with his cultivation level. The second layer of Sword Intent!"

At this time, ordinary people must be surprised and said: "How can there be such a genius in the world?"

But the middle-aged scholar responded with a smile: "Junior Brother has really done something unparalleled in the past."

Pointing out a second-level sword intent second-level, isn't it also unique?

Hearing this, Ji Changkong was very useful, he snorted lightly, and said, "Hmph, that kid's talent is indeed not bad, he didn't weaken me back then."

After he finished speaking, he changed his words and said, "So I said, you are not only wrong, you are also very wrong!"

The middle-aged scholar made a normal reaction at this time, saying: "It stands to reason that this is indeed something that should not be done. With the cultivation of the second realm, the perception of the Dao, and the formation of sword intent has broken history. It's really amazing to be able to reach the second-level realm on this basis."

Ji Changkong threw the cup, his whole body fell backward, his slightly hunched back leaned on the chair, and said unhappily, "Did you miss something?"

"However, with the guidance of the younger brother, this impossible thing has become a little more possible." The middle-aged scholar added in a timely manner, and then hurriedly poured water into the empty teacup.

It's just that in the process of pouring water, there is thought in his eyes.

"What's the name of this young man?" said the middle-aged scholar.

"The head of Momen, Lu Chaoge." Ji Changkong replied.

"Junior brother, why don't you tell me about his situation in detail." Obviously, before this, he had never heard the name of Lu Chaoge.

No way, who told him that his only sword attendant, and his own daughter, were hiding it from him.

And he didn't hear things outside the window, let alone Lu Chaoge. If no one came to his ear to talk about it, he would be completely ignorant of what happened outside the mountain these years.

In fact, Ji Changkong didn't know much about Lu Chaoge, so he was stuck in the first realm for several years and so on, and came out of the tray.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar listened very carefully and nodded slightly from time to time.

"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, I would be very happy." The middle-aged scholar said with a smile after listening.

Similar words, he also said to his swordsman Yu Yue.

Ji Changkong knew very well that his senior brother was a victorious person, and he really hoped that there would be one more person in this world, preferably more than one, who could threaten him in kendo.

The top spot is so lonely.

At the same time, Ji Changkong couldn't help but snorted: "It seems that senior brother doesn't consider me as an opponent anymore."

I'm always only a little worse than you, okay?

The middle-aged scholar looked at him, showed a smile, and quickly added: "Fortunately, there is still a junior brother."

"It's about the same." Ji Changkong put it on the cup, his expression gradually becoming mysterious.jpg.

"Senior brother, I have something to tell you, but you have to keep it a secret for me temporarily." Ji Changkong said.

"That junior brother can actually not tell, the real secret, it is best not to tell anyone." The middle-aged scholar's answer surprised Ji Changkong.

"No! You listen to me!" Ji Changkong said loudly.

"Okay, Junior Brother, please tell me." The middle-aged scholar smiled helplessly.

"Let me tell you, in fact, the Momen is a double hero, this Lu Chaoge's younger sister Lu Dongli, whose talent is not inferior to him, has now been accepted as a disciple by me. In my opinion, her future achievements are at least comparable to those of her. Yu Yue is comparable." Ji Changkong was a little proud.

After all, quantitatively, he has already won.

You only have one Yu Yue, I have one and a half.

"Oh? Kendo actually favors Momen so much?" The middle-aged scholar said in surprise, "But this is a good thing, why keep it a secret?"

After speaking, he continued: "Although there is a difference between doors, she is not a disciple of my sword sect, but in my opinion, junior brother is also someone who doesn't care about these things."

"Hey, it's a long story, it's not important!" Ji Changkong waved his hand slightly irritably, and said, "Don't ask, don't ask!"

"Yes, yes, senior brother is talking too much." The middle-aged scholar was as good-tempered as ever.

The man squinted at his senior brother and said, "Anyway, look at it. It won't take many years for Qingzhou to be very lively. The young people of this generation are better than our generation!"

"This is a good thing." Anticipation flashed in the middle-aged scholar's eyes.

However, Ji Changkong was very destructive and said: "At that time, you only need to know that you have only taught one Yu Yue, but my junior brother, I have taught one and a half!"

The middle-aged scholar cupped his hands and said, "If there is such a day, senior brother will be willing to bow down."

"Humph! Just watch it!" The old urchin was very proud.

After he finished speaking, he still felt that it was not enough, and said, "Senior brother, would you like to go to Momen with me?"

It's always not enough to show off in words like this, it's better to directly pull him to Momen and let him see it with his own eyes, that's enough!

"No, I have to go down the mountain. If there is a chance another day, senior brother will go with you." The middle-aged scholar directly rejected Ji Changkong's invitation.

"Huh? Do you have something to deal with?" Ji Changkong narrowed his eyes.

He can't even remember, how many years ago was the last time Senior Brother left Wuming Peak?

"It's nothing, just go down the mountain to take a look and have a wander." The middle-aged scholar said.

"You also know that you are separated from the entire Profound Sky Realm?" Ji Changkong disliked his appearance of staying at home.

The middle-aged scholar nodded quickly, then looked up at the gray sky and said, "The sky is about to change."

…….

…….

Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli sent away the reluctant disciple of Jianzong He Ying together.

She also thought that if the head of the road kept her, she would stay in Momen for a few days, but this man was really cold and fascinating.

"Brother, I didn't expect the Sword Sect Sect Master to fill us with top-level resources." Lu Dongli, as Momen's little housekeeper, was obviously a little excited.

Most of Momen's money and cultivation resources are under her control. Lu Chaoge knows that this dead girl will not fall into Qian's eyes. With her temperament, she can't do such a thing, but she is very careful.

In this regard, Lu Chaoge is also happy.

The public beta is about to begin. Although sand sculpture players save more cultivation resources than normal practitioners, they are not the kind that can grow up by drinking the northwest wind.

Although Momen was taken care of by Ning Ying, Lu Chaoge didn't want Aunt Ning to keep the whole Momen alone.

"Just take care of me."

Therefore, the sect master of Sword Sect is so generous, it can indeed solve the urgent need.

What's more, Momen has just earned more than 10,000 spirit stones, so there is no need to worry about it in the near future.

Lu Chaoge opened the system interface and took a look. There were still three days before the public beta.

He had already begun to look forward to it in advance.

Compared with the mere 10,000 players in the closed beta, the public beta is much more powerful.

Countless sand sculptures fell from the sky, and they, who claimed to be the fourth natural disaster, from some angles were indeed like locusts passing through the border.

The mobs of the hostile camp are about to usher in their doomsday.

In Lu Chaoge's eyes, this is an opportunity for the development of Momen!

Of course, there are so many players in this world, even if Momen is a super sect, it is impossible to eat all the players.

The first thing Lu Chaoge has to do is to screen.

To be precise, he doesn't need too many players to join Momen.

He only needs those big guilds and professional clubs that he likes to settle in Momen.

It is not necessary for everyone to come, as long as those important people join Momen.

His recent deeds are circulating outside.

The time for the public beta is three days later, and in three days, the popularity will definitely not go down.

At that time, players are likely to hear different versions of Lu Chaoge's deeds.

It can also create a wave of momentum indirectly!

"The foreshadowing has been done." He was very satisfied.

Now wait for them to enter the pit.

This time, Lu Chaoge didn't plan to go down the mountain.

Because he knew very well how chaotic the mountain would have been in the few days of the public beta.

He should be quiet in Moment.

Anyway, other people are not at the foot of the mountain, but there are legends about him at the foot of the mountain.

This effect may be better than if he went down the mountain himself.

Sand sculpture players are just like that, the more distance they have, the more they may want to get closer!

Anyway, the 30 handymen disciples who had already accepted them got off the assembly line on the way to Momen.

After the public beta, they will definitely come to Momen as soon as possible, and they will compete with each other in a hurry.

And these thirty people are Lu Chaoge's new flyer.

The prestige of Momen can be completely raised by their mouths.

As for Lu Chaoge, it would be good to be a master on the mountain with peace of mind.

"How do you say something?"

"Of course I won't try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me!"

The night was getting dark, and after Lu Chaoge sent Lu Dongli back to the house, he also walked to his bamboo house on his own.

It's winter now, and the wind at night is already cool.

Lu Chaoge was wearing a thin blue robe and walking under the moonlight.

He did not rush back to the house, but came to a pillar outside the house.

There are scratches on the pillars.

That was the height that Lu Qingfeng drew for his brother and sister when he was a child.

Lu Chaoge has been slightly taller than his peers since he was small, with a tall and straight body and a slender body.

Lu Qingfeng is not short, but from the perspective of growth, Lu Chaoge will definitely surpass him.

It's a pity that until Lu Qingfeng died, he never saw the day when Lu Chaoge was taller than him.

Lu Chaoge walked to the pillar, then straightened his back, put his hand on his head, and turned around to take a look.

The position of his right hand is already much higher than the scratch on the top.

From the moment he crossed into the Profound Sky Realm and opened his eyes, he didn't feel like a child~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After all, he has the soul of an adult.

But when he was brought up by this couple and got what he lacked in his previous life, he realized that the person whose parents really love him will always be a child.

"Time flies so fast." Lu Chaoge said with emotion.

In three days, it will be the "Tianxuan Realm" public beta, and in ten days, it will be the winter solstice this year.

That day was not only Xiao Lizi's birthday, but also the day when the demon cultivator of the Purple Moon Society held a party at the base.

Lu Chaoge touched the [ink ring] he was wearing on his index finger, and his life sword [not too late] appeared in his hand.

He stroked the long sword and felt the emotional fluctuations of the sword spirit.

The sword of life and the sword cultivator have the same mind, and he can detect that the sword spirit of [not too late] has been particularly active recently.

In a blink of an eye, it has been nearly ten years since Feng Jian.

At first, Fengjian was just an investment, just thought it was interesting.

But when the father and mother passed away, this sword took on a different meaning.

Lu Chaoge's hand grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and he could feel how powerful the sword energy that was sealed here was!

That's why, every time [not too late] is in hand, he has great confidence!

"Are you looking forward to this day as much as I do?" Lu Chaoge faced his own kendo.

[Not too late] A slight shock to show a response.

(The second update of ps, 4000 words, is another day of 8000 updates.)

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