Keep Your Head Down

Momen, a certain [opportunity] is the head of 3.1415926, and sneezed several times in a row.

Round, wonderful.

"Who is thinking about me?" Lu Chaoge felt puzzled.

In the small village, whether it is a middle-aged scholar or an old man with broken legs, all look strange.

After hearing Luo Heshan's words, the young man with clear eyes and red lips and white teeth nodded quickly and said, "Yes....Yes."

His name is Yang Shu, and he is the seventh oldest disciple of Momen. Before Xiaoqiu entered the school, he was the younger brother of Momen and the youngest disciple of Lu Dongli.

If Qinglongchuan does not have a second Momen, and there is no second Momen Lu Chaoge, the Momen Lu Chaoge in the mouth of the two seniors must be the master.

"Sect Master is indeed called Lu Chaoge..."

The voice of the young poplar was not strong and low, as if he had been forgotten during the voice change period.

The old man with the broken leg looked at the boy with his head lowered, and then at the middle-aged scholar beside him, only to feel a little headache.

"You just said that Ji Changkong wanted to accept Lu Chaoge as his apprentice, but he rejected him on the grounds that he already had a master, he just forged the friendship of a sword master, and then turned around and accepted Lu Chaoge's apprenticeship. Sister Lu Dongli is a disciple?" Luo Heshan asked.

The middle-aged scholar nodded with a gentle smile: "That's right."

The grumpy old man with the broken leg glanced at the young man again and said, "Is Lu Dongli your master?"

The young man nodded quickly.

In an instant, a coercion dissipated from the old man, and the middle-aged scholar hurriedly flicked his fingers, and a clear stream wrapped the young man to prevent him from being uncomfortable due to the coercion.

Luo Heshan's throat was hoarse, and he said indignantly: "It's messy, it's so messy!"

When he said chaos, he naturally referred to the messy generation.

Luohe Mountain was originally a loose cultivator, so he didn't have any insight.

The young man was the most satisfied disciple of all the people he had seen so far.

And the boy was rescued by him in a coincidence. For him, this is an opportunity.

Therefore, although he and the young man were never called master and apprentice, they were actually master and apprentice.

The old man didn't mind that his only disciple had two masters. In his opinion, there was a first-come-last-arrival apprentice in everything, and the apprentice was accepted first.

What's more, with his seniority, his prestige, and his realm, he is naturally respected by the world.

If you really meet the young master, they must have their own opinions.

Even Jianzun had to call him a senior, and the female elder named Lu Dongli from Momen couldn't really put on a master-father attitude in front of him, right?

Basic etiquette is still required.

But... the old urchin Ji Changkong is an exception.

Since Lu Dongli is Ji Changkong's disciple, then, if Ji Changkong knows about this, if the two meet next time, maybe they will show it to him!

No, not indefinitely, absolutely!

He would definitely hunched his back, squinted his eyes, and laughed unabashedly while taking advantage of his seniority.

Thinking of this, the old man with the broken leg felt unable to control his temper.

Is the world so small?

At this moment, the old man even thought, that the last sword that has not been unsheathed so far, should we just use it on Ji Changkong?

The middle-aged scholar could probably guess what Luo Heshan was thinking, but he didn't know how to get out of the siege for a while.

After all, his junior and junior brothers did not listen to his discipline.

On the contrary, in most cases, he was listening to the instructions of his junior brother.

In fact, at least half of the reason for Ji Changkong's old urchin's temper was due to him.

The old man with the broken leg glanced at the young poplar who was still cleaning up the materials for the straw sandals on the ground, and said angrily: "Don't clean it up, go and pick up two buckets of water!"

The tiger's mouth was already red, and Yang Shu, whose hands were numb and weak, raised his head in surprise, but because he was very afraid of the old man, he did not dare to go against his will.

Therefore, he had to obey orders obediently, got up and said, "Yes."

Then, dragging his tired body, he went to get the empty bucket.

The middle-aged scholar looked at him and flicked his fingers again.

A warm current poured into his body, making Yang Shu's tired body recover a little.

Just as he was about to salute and thank him, he saw the middle-aged scholar wave his hand, the smile on his face was still gentle and elegant, and said, "I'll chat with Senior Luo, you can come back slower."

This is to indicate that he does not need to be so desperate and anxious, and can take water slowly.

Yang Shu nodded, and before going out, he looked back.

"This senior is a good person just like the head master." Yang Shu thought to himself.

When the figure of Yang Shu disappeared around the courtyard, the middle-aged scholar said, "This young man was born too beautifully, and he should have carried a lot of unnecessary things along the way."

He and the old man have lived for so long, so he naturally knows that a man who is too beautiful is not necessarily a good thing.

It is easy to receive malice from the same sex.

Especially a boy like Poplar, who not only has red lips and white teeth, but also has eyes like a deer in the forest, and his voice has not changed.

Like on Earth, many people would call this type of person "mother" at most, and scolded "sissy", but in the Profound Sky Realm with an ancient background, there might be more insulting words.

For teenagers with immature minds, sometimes language is also a sharp sword, like a knife.

The old man with the broken leg glanced outside the door, then glanced at his crippled legs, and said, "There are so many ignorant people in the world, who only know how to judge people by their appearance."

In this regard, he actually has a right to speak.

The old man lowered his head and continued to weave the straw sandals in his hands. Although he always had a bad face when the poplar was around, he said with a faint smile: "This child has a good temperament."

His sword, his heritage, is too special and too heavy.

It's not just swordsmanship, it's responsibility.

If your xinxing is not good, you will not be able to handle it.

…….

…….

On the other side, Poplar carrying a bucket, disobedient to the rush of the past, walked at a normal speed on the small village trail.

"Is the head master already so powerful now?" Yang Shu thought in his heart, he missed Mo Sect a little bit, and thought about everyone in Mo Sect.

When he went down the mountain, Lu Chaoge's cultivation was still stuck in the initial stage of great perfection, but now Lu Chaoge has become famous in Qingzhou and has become a well-deserved leader among the younger generation of swordsmen.

In this regard, Yang Shu, like the other disciples of Momen, was not surprised.

In their hearts, the head master Boben is like a scorching sun in the sky.

The disciples of Momen have an inexplicable admiration and trust in Lu Chaoge.

In the small village, the rare poplar tree walks and watches, and from time to time, people can still see something secretly talking about after seeing him.

In this regard, Yang Shu has not cared about it.

His body, his voice, are all innate, other people's pointing, the gossip around him, can't change all of this.

On the contrary, since many years ago, he didn't care about it.

When he came to the well, Poplar tied a rope to the bucket and threw it into the well.

After he pulled up the bucket with difficulty, he looked at his own reflection in the bucket and was a little lost.

To be honest, he asked himself, and felt that he was born more like a girl.

Now recalling the past ten years of his life, he feels like a dream.

He never thought that he would still become a cultivator one day, and he never thought that the head master would keep him instead of his two cousins.

His first encounter with the head master and the master was in a small courtyard in Zaoli County.

As I said before, under normal circumstances, around the winter solstice every year, it is the day of the transformation of the two brothers and sisters.

They would live in a small courtyard in Zaoli County for a few days and live like mortals without cultivation. This was ordered by their father, Lu Qingfeng. This habit has continued since they were young children.

As for weekdays, the two brothers and sisters must all live in the bamboo house in Momendanqingfeng, and the small courtyard in Zaoli County is naturally empty.

In this case, maintenance and regular cleaning of the yard is occasionally required.

After all, after the two brothers and sisters went down the mountain, they couldn't use Xiuwei, and they cleaned it once a year.

Originally, someone was in charge of this matter, almost like the old housekeeper of the Lu family's small house.

But the old housekeeper was already very old, so he brought his three nephews and nephews for the brothers and sisters to choose, which was regarded as his class.

Xiao Yangshu is among them, and the other two are his cousins.

Lu Chaoge looked at the three of them and ordered them to clean the courtyard.

After the three took orders, they began to work.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli went out to hang out.

Xiao Yangshu has been frail and sick since he was a child, and there is a strange cold in his body, which disturbs him every night, making him unable to sleep well.

Compared to him, his two cousins ​​were more like standard peasants, with dark skin, strong bodies, great strength and stamina for work.

Yang Shu was so tired that he was panting, while his two cousins ​​watched on. Even seeing the cute look of his gasping cousin, he joked a few times from time to time, and imitated him, saying he was out of breath. She is more shy than the girls in the city.

Yang Shu's face was flushed, and he continued to work without saying a word.

At this time, the three discovered that there was actually a rotting corpse of a wild cat in the courtyard.

The two cousins ​​felt both disgusted and a little scared.

Although the corpse was discovered by the two of them first, they just refused to clean up.

In the end, Yang Shu gritted his teeth, endured nausea and fear~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and disposed of the corpse.

The two cousins ​​watched from the side, imitating the raised orchid fingers, the tightly wrinkled eyes, and the daughter's homely demeanor when he picked up the corpse.

As everyone knows, everything that happened in the yard was within the range of Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli's consciousness.

Lu Chaoge frowned slightly, he remembered his school days, there would always be a few so-called sissies in the school, and there would always be many classmates who laughed at them.

In this regard, Lu Chaoge has always had his own set of evaluation criteria.

Not picking it up, not cleaning up, it was clearly something the three of them should work together to deal with, and they did their due diligence, and they mocked him for being too masculine, without the slightest bit of masculinity?

Many men like to show that they are very Man and like to show their Man side.

But where is the so-called Man of a man?

Is it his appearance, his movements, his demeanor?

Or his heart, his sense of responsibility, and other qualities?

Maybe everyone has different ideas.

At this moment, Yang Shu looked at his beautiful face reflected in the bucket, and muttered something that Lu Chaoge said to him when he returned to the courtyard.

A word that no one has ever told him since he was a child.

"The work in this yard will be handed over to you later, little man."

(The first update of ps, every time a new disciple of Momen comes on stage, I will write a story about the first time they met Brother Lai, and now I look back at the previous paragraphs, and I have to say - it's really written by him Damn it!)