Keep Your Head Down

The gray-clothed bald head is named Nan Wu, one of the four world protagonists of "Tianxuanjie", and he is the oldest of the four world protagonists.

He is five years older than Yu Yue, if he has entered the realm of a great practitioner.

In the pure white mysterious space, Nan Wu is the one who speaks the most, and there are many and dense, but the amount of information is extremely low.

It's the kind of Rory who is chatty, but he can't talk about the main point for a long time, and most of them are nonsense characters.

As for the reality, his mouth was blocked by a gray cloth, and he couldn't hold back his fart for a long time.

He is not mute, but he rarely speaks.

Shut up your stinky mouth-【shut mouth】.

However, the [shut-mouth meditation] he practiced seems to be very different from most of the closed-mouth meditations.

As for the woman in red next to him, this is the thing that he dislikes most.

The woman's name is Mu Bailu. She was born on the day of the twenty-four solar terms, [Bai Lu], hence her name.

The voice of Yujie, with a seductive appearance, is slightly more popular than the vitality girl Pei Qianqian, which profoundly verifies that sentence - cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexy.

Of course, if Pei Qianqian, a young girl with vitality, can wear JK, or something like dead reservoir water, it will be another matter.

Mu Bailu is also two years older than Yu Yue. Just last month, he entered the realm of a great cultivator and just condensed his own domain.

Her master [Yin Si] is also one of the four top powerhouses in the Profound Sky Realm, and has a strength that is no weaker than that of the Holy Master and Arhat.

In terms of strength, Mu Bailu is slightly inferior to Nan Wu, and most likely he is not Nan Wu's opponent.

But judging from the way the two of them get along, this great monk seems to be a very easy target to bully. It's okay if he looks dumb, and... he can't talk back.

Being banned is really a bit miserable.

At this moment, a white rabbit ran through the forest.

The little white rabbit is extremely cute, and it makes people fascinated at first sight, and it can be seen at once...the meat is very good.

Mu Bailu stomped her foot gently, and a small stone fell into her hands, and then she flicked her fingers, and she hit the plump rabbit.

Her natal object is [Arrow], and it has the attribute of [Must Hit].

This female arrow has no emptiness.

Once locked by her domain, it is impossible to escape.

Her arrow, combined with her magical powers, will turn into a sure-fire arrow!

Nan Wu glanced at the rabbit, but he didn't have the kind of dissatisfaction when monks saw the killing in person.

What he cultivates is his own Buddha, and that is his own business.

He does not need to stick to meat, but according to his line of Buddhism, he will not force others to follow suit.

The demon-like red-clothed Mu Bailu walked over and picked up the rabbit's ears, then walked to Nan Wu's side, and said, "Have a bald head, open your mouth, and get rid of the hair."

Nan Wu ignored her, still looking like he was distracted.

Mu Bailu raised his eyebrows and said again, "Then you make a fire for me. Auntie wouldn't be too lazy to make you make a fire if she wasn't afraid that you wouldn't speak."

Nan Wu glanced at her, and finally pulled off the gray cloth strip in front of his mouth, and then said a word.

He just had a mouth shape, but no sound.

Judging from the mouth shape, what he said was: "Make a fire."

The next moment, a flame was created out of thin air, burning on the ground!

Mu Bailu nodded with satisfaction, and began to cast a spell to deal with the rabbit.

Nan Wu turned his back and began to lose his mind again.

"Big bald head, you say... This way Chaoge, has he returned to Momen?" Mu Bailu glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qinglong River and said, "We've all passed by Qinglong River, if we don't stop by the way. A visit to Momen always feels like a visit in vain."

As he said that, he looked at a bright head and saw Nan Wu nodded slightly.

"Do you nod your head to say that he should return to the sect, or do you think he doesn't want to go to Momen for nothing?" Mu Bailu asked again.

Ah, it's tiring to communicate.

Auntie really wants to tear up his stinky mouth that can speak, but doesn't speak!

When Nan Wu heard the words, he first spread out his hands, and then nodded.

The former means that he doesn't know, while the latter means that he also feels a little regretful.

In the group chat, they heard Yu Yue and Pei Qianqian mention this name too many times.

Momenlu Chaoge is a high-frequency vocabulary in group chats.

Fortunately, this pure white space does not have the function of searching for keywords in chat records.

Otherwise, if you enter the three words [Lu Chaoge], a long list of chat records will pop up.

And with the passage of time, the two of them have also heard too many legends about Lu Chaoge.

Among them, some rumors make them feel that they are a bit out of line.

"So exaggerated?" This was their instinctive thought.

Many of Lu Chaoge's realities sounded in the ears of others, which were completely out of the norm and beyond imagination.

If it wasn't for Yu Yue, the number one fanboy, and Pei Qianqian, a new fangirl, they would still be skeptical.

However, Yu Yue, the number one fanboy, in the group chat, there is a deliberate concealment between the lines.

He tried his best to conceal that he admired Lu Chaoge!

But everyone can see the essence through the phenomenon through his clumsy cover up...

Pei Qianqian, a young girl with vitality, is more free and easy, and she simply chatted with Uncle Lu in the group chat at the back, and she didn't bother to hide it.

"I heard that this Lu Chaoge is still the most beautiful man in the world. Many people who have seen him say that his strength is invincible, but his appearance is unparalleled in the world." Mu Bailu said.

After all, she is a woman, and opposite **** attracts each other. Hearing such an extreme vocabulary that is unparalleled in the world, he will still be somewhat curious.

It's like when I was a student, when I heard classmates say that so-and-so was the school grass, I always wanted to see what the school grass looked like.

However, Na Wu's bald head, whose heart is still like water, must have no such thoughts. Therefore, he is in a state of distraction again, as if he did not hear Mu Bailu's words.

At this moment, Mu Bailu has already dealt with the rabbit and started roasting the rabbit meat.

The strong aroma of meat made Nan Wu couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Mu Bailu looked at the bald head's back and said with a smile, "Hey, bald head, your ability will be fulfilled by just talking, do you want to try it on Lu Chaoge?"

"If you call Lu Chaoge, will he just swish--get it, and he'll come out?"

Nan Wu's shoulders shrugged slightly, as if she was completely speechless by this witch-like woman in red.

No, he was speechless.

Seeing Nan Wu's dull and helpless appearance, Mu Bailu just thought it was very interesting to play with him, and said, "Let's go, bald head, we'll pass by Momen later and visit, if Lu Chaoge is not around, we'll just leave earlier. "

Nan Wu nodded.

Although he is not interested in Lu Chaoge's appearance, he is still very interested in him.

Who wouldn't be interested in a young man with an extraordinary reputation who is currently the most popular in the Profound Sky Realm?

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Qingzhou, the endless sea.

As usual, the young poplar goes to the well in the village to fetch water every day.

This young man with red lips and white teeth, with the appearance of a man and a woman, is already somewhat used to such a life.

It's just that he works so hard every day, but his skin is still fair and tender, his arms and legs are thin, and he doesn't have the slightest sense of burly.

But this technique of drawing water has become more and more proficient.

After filling a large bucket of water, Yang Shu couldn't help but think of his most admired head teacher.

"I heard that the enlightenment of the master and uncle is an unprecedented power of water."

"Then for the sect master, fetching water might just be a matter of thought, right?"

Yang Shu put another empty bucket into the well. Now he has changed from one bucket of water at a time to two buckets at a time.

It's just that two buckets of water will bring him a great burden.

When he returned to the courtyard out of breath, he saw Luo Heshan, an old man with a broken leg, sitting quietly on a chair.

As soon as Yang Shu entered the door, he gave him a deep look.

Young Yang Shu has always been afraid of grandpa. After all, grandpa's temper is really bad and a bit outrageous. Therefore, after feeling Grandpa's gaze, he immediately shrank his neck, wondering if he did something wrong today.

Luo Heshan looked at his small movements, and felt angry again.

But today he just took a long sigh and said, "Pour the water into the water tank and roll over. I have something to tell you."

Yang Shu nodded and hurriedly followed suit, for fear that his dawdling would make grandpa unhappy again.

After pouring the water, he walked quickly to the old man while wiping the water droplets from his hands on his sackcloth.

"Squat down, don't let me look up at you." Luo Heshan said angrily.

Yang Shu quickly followed suit.

During the days he stayed with Luo Heshan, he had grown a little taller.

Luo Heshan glanced at this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. He only felt that the boy's appearance was a little more feminine, and his body was thinner.

What can this small shoulder carry?

I don't know if my eyesight is dim and I have lost my sight.

"Are you homesick?" Luo Heshan suddenly asked.

This endless question made Yang Shu stunned.

If it was an ordinary question, he might not dare to answer it, but this question... Yang Shu nodded directly.

Momen, he thought about it.

He misses his master, misses his uncle.

I miss my brothers and sisters, and I am also greedy for the meals my uncle cooks.

Like other Momen disciples, the young man takes the Momen in charge.

It is not just as simple as the sect, but the master and the uncle are also family in the true sense.

Regarding homesickness, Yang Shu will not deny it, nor can he deny it.

"I think about it, I don't dare to say it on weekdays!" Luo Heshan raised his arm with some age spots and patted Poplar's head hard.

Yang Shu timidly closed his eyes before the old man waved his hand, but he did not hide, and took the blow firmly.

In these days, he has long been used to being pumped.

"Go back, go home and have a look." Luo Heshan said to Yang Shu.

The young man immediately opened his eyes and glanced at the old man unexpectedly.

"Why, give you a vacation, are you still not happy?" Luo Heshan's tone became irritable again.

Yang Shu hurriedly shook his head, not daring to speak.

Luo Heshan patted his head hard again, and his sealed cultivation level immediately recovered.

At the same time, he was also surprised to find that his cultivation had actually improved again.

"Let's go, let's go now. I still feel relieved when you're not here. I'm annoying when I look at you." Luo Heshan said, controlling the wooden wheelchair to go to the table.

The old man has nothing to do, so he has been weaving straw sandals in the courtyard.

Yang Shu didn't know why the old man kept weaving straw shoes, just like he didn't know why the old man always asked him to fetch water.

Luo Heshan once told him that he didn't know why he wanted to weave straw sandals.

This is what his master taught him.

But let's make this one, it's been so many years.

He took out a pair of straw sandals at random, and threw them to Yangshu impatiently, saying, "Put them on, and hurry up."

Yang Shu took the straw sandals and glanced at Grandpa blankly.

Grandpa knitted straw shoes every day, but he never gave him a pair.

Poplar put on his shoes. The shoes, which the old man had casually pulled from the pile of straw sandals, fit his feet perfectly.

After changing, he took two steps, a smile appeared on his face, obviously very happy.

This young man's clean smile fell into Luo Heshan's eyes, and only made the old man think: "Do you have a bad temper with him on weekdays?"

"Let's go, let's go." The old man urged again impatiently.

Yang Shu hurriedly bowed at Luo Heshan and said, "Grandpa, then... Then I'll go first?"

"You don't do things neatly at all, and your sword will be as soft as a human being in the future. Hurry up and get out of here, it'll be annoying to see you!" Luo Heshan couldn't help but get angry again.

Yang Shu hurriedly fled and ran out of the small courtyard.

Just standing outside the small courtyard, the young man saluted the inside of the house again, and then turned to leave.

Along the way, the villagers greeted Yangshu, and Yangshu responded one by one.

After walking out of the village, he began to fly.

The villagers didn't know that this young man who was always teased by them and was teased by them on weekdays, and even a widow who deliberately pushed his round buttocks like a grinding disc, was actually a sword cultivator~www.wuxiamtl .com~ It's been a long time since the Royal Object flew. "Yangshu felt the wind blowing, and his heart was full of joy.

The young man looked at the vast and boundless blue sky, and for some reason, he felt that this day was not as tall as before.

On the other side, after the poplar left, Luo Heshan, an old man with a broken leg, remained motionless, looking down at the pile of straw sandals.

"A disabled man without feet who has knitted shoes all his life." He snorted, not knowing what he was sighing.

After about half an hour, the old man disappeared from the small courtyard with his wooden wheelchair.

Through the technique of maneuvering, he came to the sky above the endless sea and came to the place where the Eye of Chaos is located.

"It really doesn't stop." He glanced down in disgust.

"The ninth wave, it's still here." A stern look flashed in Luo Heshan's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a sword appeared in his hand.

A sword that is longer than an ordinary sword, but the blade is extremely narrow, only half the width of an ordinary long sword.

The sword was quietly kept in the scabbard, being kept warm all the time.

Everyone knows that Luohe Mountain, one of the four great swords, keeps the sword in the scabbard.

His sword can be unsheathed only a limited number of times in his life.

Now, only the last sword is left.

"Oh, I've been bothering the old man to wait." The old man with the broken leg muttered to himself.

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