Keep Your Head Down

Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge was tinkering with the [refining technique] outside his bamboo house.

Before, Aunt Ning gave him a booklet, which recorded some delicate gadgets and a set of artifact refining techniques.

Lu Chaoge spent 10,000 experience points to upgrade this artifact refining technique to level 1. Due to his bad luck, the two attempts just now ended in failure.

Yes, weapon refining is like a big gamble.

Of course, the higher the skill level, the higher the success rate.

However, Lu Chaoge, like most players, always felt that this so-called success rate was fake.

The success rate refers to the average success rate of all players with the same skill level.

Since it is an average, there must be some people who are European emperors and some people who are African chiefs.

It's still a matter of looking at the face!

"My 3.1415926 [opportunity] is fake, right?" Lu Chaoge was speechless.

[Luck] is equivalent to [Luck Point]. The simplest refiner can end in double failure. He suspects that he should be a negative number.

"You are disrespecting the Son of Heaven!" Lu Chaoge was so angry that his mouth crooked.

The Momen is not as big as the big sects, and it wasted two pieces of refining materials. Lu Chaoge was still a little distressed.

He understands that when the heaven sends a great responsibility to the people of this country, they must first suffer their will and their muscles and bones.

But he didn't expect to be poor for so long!

He is already in his twenties, and in a few years, he will not be worthy of shouting "Don't bully the poor."

What's more, it's not a problem to always go to the kind-hearted Aunt Ning's place for free prostitution, he is now waiting for the sand sculpture players to come, and then make a lot of money.

It's better to make money from fools.

At this moment, a red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of Lu Chaoge's eyes, which was a prompt from the system.

Lu Chaoge frowned secretly, then clicked on the prompt.

Soon, he got up and flew out of the mountain.

Mo Dongfang, the third disciple of Momen, is in danger!

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…….

Lu Chaoge was not surprised that the system would send a prompt.

Because he himself has the function of the player, and after the player enters the sect, if there is a sect disciple who is killed in the surrounding area, there is a certain chance of triggering the aid mission.

Like Lu Chaoge's previous life, when his master gun nun from Spring and Autumn Mountain encountered something, he triggered a mission, and then killed a group of young brothers who had paid for it all the way, and a wave of heroes came. Save the beauty, like to mention [favorability].

Later, because the [Favorability Degree] was brushed too high, the phenomenon of jockey Jinzu almost occurred.

This is also due to the fact that in his previous life, he simply regarded "Tianxuanjie" as a game, and did not produce the so-called deterioration of filial piety.

When you are a master, you are a master, why do you still think about taking your younger brother for a ride!

Hey, it's my hobby to be tempted, it's your fault to be tempted!

In his previous life, he regarded the NPCs in the game as paper people. He thought it was just a bunch of data, and he had little interest.

Of course, after crossing over, his mentality has already changed drastically.

This piece of paper, this data, really fragrant!

——Can't destroy the original!

At this moment, Lu Chaoge was given a [coordinate] at the system interface, and he flew quickly according to this [coordinate], but he felt that he had more than enough power.

"Baixianggu." Lu Chaoge looked at this location and thought it was really far away.

He flew all the way from Momen, and it took several hours.

If it is really a matter of life and death, it will be cold enough for several hours!

Lu Chaoge's heart tightened and he was worried about Mo Dongfang.

Lu Dongli has accepted so many disciples. Among the male disciples, Lu Chaoge's favorite is actually Mo Dongfang.

Although this child's talent seems to be the worst of all.

Whether it is [Root Bone] or [Swordsmanship Qualification], this guy is worthy of the title of Third Senior Brother Momen, and he only has 3 points.

Compared with the new junior junior sister, Xiao Qiu, the round-faced chick without a waist, is simply a world of difference, too ordinary.

In the ancient times when [Qi Lianqi Jue] was not yet born, Mo Dongfang's aptitude did not necessarily have the qualifications for cultivation.

The only thing that is commendable is that this guy's [Chance] attribute is very strange. Lu Chaoge threw a [Detection] in the past, and the displayed value was: [? ].

In this case, Lu Chaoge will see you again.

And as he got along later, he probably understood why [? ].

Because this guy's luck is sometimes good and jet lag, when it's good, it's good, and when it's bad, it's just bad luck, it's two extremes.

"Mo Dongfang, Mo Dongfang, I don't know if you are on the good side or the bad side." Lu Chaoge said in his heart.

…….

…….

Passion Valley, in a small village.

Mo Dongfang's sword energy was bluffing, with average formidable power, but it was extremely dynamic and could be felt by other practitioners from a distance.

However, compared to the mighty Flood Beast, he is really too weak.

He only had time to use a sword, and his whole body was hit by the tail of the beast, and then flew out.

If it weren't for the magic pendant hanging around his neck, a golden light flashed around him, protecting him from the blow just now, instead of being seriously injured like he is now.

At this moment, Mo Dongfang was protecting the peasant woman under his body. If he hadn't grabbed the peasant woman just now, the residual power of the beast's blow could easily tear it apart and turn it into a blood clot!

That's true. When the two fell out, the peasant woman was slightly injured, but it was better than dying.

Mo Dongfang, who suffered the blow of the beast, only felt like his whole body was falling apart, and there was nothing that didn't hurt.

His eyelids were very heavy, but the wooden sword in his hand was still tightly clenched.

The flooded beast swam forward, bloodthirsty and indifference in its crimson eyes.

For it, the flesh and blood of practitioners is naturally more delicious than that of mortals, and it is a tonic.

At this moment, a black light descended from the sky, and the beast suddenly avoided it and fled immediately.

It sensed an extremely terrifying aura!

The breath from the great cultivator!

That black light was a long spear that fell from the sky!

If Lu Chaoge saw it, he would find it very familiar and very pleasantly surprised.

A cold voice came from above the nine heavens, cold:

"What kind of kid?"

Mo Dongfang, who was seriously injured on the ground, glanced at the black spear that frightened the beast, only to feel that the spear was full of terrifying pressure and violent killing.

It seems that he remembered the advice of the head master, this short and ugly boy's mouth was full of blood overflowing, but he still endured the severe pain and said:

"Momen!"

"Mo Dongfang!"

The cold female voice continued to come from a high altitude, still cold: "Momen? Never heard of it."

"But you're fine." The voice said again.

In fact, in the face of the beast, Mo Dongfang is indeed weak, but without him, this peasant woman would die.

Mo Dongfang grinned, this short and ugly young man holding a wooden sword whispered, "That's natural, the head master said, I'm the most like the Great Sage..."

After saying that, he fell into a coma.

"Great Sage? What Great Sage?" The cold voice continued to come, but Mo Dongfang couldn't hear it for the time being.

In a coma, he had a long dream.

He dreamed of that year, that day, that place, and the pair of men and women that year.

Mo Dongfang was born in Zaoli County, the small town where Lu Chaoge and his siblings lived for a few days when they were in Huafan Day.

It was a peaceful afternoon. He was playing with his peers in front of a small courtyard, and then met the otherworldly-looking brother and sister.

Coincidentally, the elder brother was telling a story to his birthday sister, and a group of little kids squatted on the side to read the story.

Lu Chaoge was talking about the "Journey to the West", which must be told by travelers, but it was just a modified version of the magic.

For example, the Great Sage Monkey King no longer uses a Ruyi golden cudgel, but a long sword called "Ruyi", a sword cultivator.

He changed it according to his own bad tastes, and as a result, whether it was Lu Dongli or a group of little kids who were eavesdropping, they all listened with relish.

Lu Chaoge stopped talking later, took Lu Dongli's little hand, and went into the house to eat pears.

And the little kids, including Mo Dongfang, played role-playing games.

It's just that Mo Dongfang was small and had a birthmark on his face. Every time he played the monster, he was chased by a group of children who claimed to be the Great Sage Monkey King with wooden swords, and he fell to the ground several times.

Xiao Mo Dongfang was sweating profusely from running, and there was a black spot on his leg. He looked aggrieved and said: "Every time you play the role of Monkey King, can you let me be once?"

A little fat man with a wooden sword stood up, looked down at the short Mo Dongfang and said, "No way!"

"Look at your face, clowns and monsters, you should be a monster!"

There is never a shortage of children without family education in this world, and there is never a shortage of people who judge people by their appearance.

Although Tong Yan is innocent, it also hurts people.

"Then I won't play anymore." Mo Dongfang lowered his head, his whole body drooping.

"If you don't play, don't play! Clowns and eight monsters!" The little chubby dun, like a child king, made a face, and then greeted the other children: "Let's go! Let's go over there and play!"

Mo Dongfang, who was alone, picked up a branch on the ground and used it as a small wooden sword.

His family was poor, and he was brought up by his grandmother, and he couldn't afford a wooden sword as a toy.

He imitated the appearance of Monkey King in the story, jabbed the ground with a twig, and then shouted childishly, "Earth! Come out!"

A low voice sounded after him: "cough, cough, who is calling the little old man?"

Xiao Mo Dongfang turned his head back in surprise, but saw that the man of peerless elegance was looking down at him, smiling crookedly.

I don't know if it's because of sex, or because of other reasons, Lu Chaoge cupped his hands at him and said, "The little **** pays respect to the great sage!"

"Great Sage? Me?" Little Mo Dongfang became more and more confused, not understanding what this good-looking brother was doing.

Lu Chaoge had had enough fun. Seeing his questioning face, he tugged and said, "Little brat, let me ask you, who told this story."

Xiao Mo Dongfang lowered his head, only to think that this elder brother is very imposing, domineering, and weakly said: "Yes... it's you."

Lu Chaoge continued to drag the tunnel: "Then if I say, you are more like a great sage than them?"

"Really... Really!" Mo Dongfang raised his head, his eyes lit up.

"What I say is what, understand?"

Lu Chaoge walked behind him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and patted his shoulder and waist hard, forcing him to raise his chest and say, "But I want to tell you, Great Sage Monkey King will not keep his head down, nor follow him. You are so insecure, stand up straight!"

Xiao Mo Dongfang immediately stood at attention, and there was some light in his eyes.

Lu Chaoge smiled wickedly, leaned into his ear and said, "Little boy, I'll tell you another secret."

"Ah?" Xiao Mo Dongfang was stunned.

"I'm here from a practitioner!"

After Lu Chaoge finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved in the air, and the branch in Mo Dongfang's hand fell into his hand. When he moved his spiritual power, the sawdust flew, and he immediately carved a small wooden sword with the inscription [ Ruyi] two words.

That day is not the winter solstice, the [Huafan Day] has passed, and Lu Chaoge can use the cultivation base.

"Well, I'll send it to you."

"Also, keep it a secret!" After speaking, he walked into the yard without looking back.

Xiao Mo Dongfang held a small wooden sword with a confused expression, forgetting how he got home.

It's just that his shoulders are no longer drooping, and his waist is straighter than before.

A few years later, Mo Dongfang's grandmother passed away, and Lu Dongli met him again on the [Hua Fan Day] that year. For various reasons, he was finally accepted as a disciple and became Luo Bing's junior and apprentice.

Fate, it's indescribable.

Mo Dongfang didn't know that after Lu Chaoge presented him with the wooden sword, when he entered the house, Lu Dongli asked him with a smile, "Brother, do you really think he looks like the Great Sage Monkey King?"

Lu Chaoge didn't think about it, so he replied, "You're kidding him, it's not like that at all."

Lu Dongli beat him in anger.

Lu Chaoge smiled crookedly. While avoiding his sister's beating, he said lightly in his heart:

"But it will be like this in the future."

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