Mo Sect, a certain master of the "opportunity" sneezes several times.

Round, wonderful.

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

In the small village, both middle-aged Confucian scholars and old men with broken legs all looked strange.

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

His name is Yang Shu. Lao Qi is among the disciples of the Mo Sect. He is the junior brother of the Mo Sect and the youngest disciple of Lu Dongli before Xiao Qiu entered the door.

If Qinglongchuan did not have a second Mo Sect and no second Mo Sect leader Lu Chaoge, the Mo Sect Lu Chaoge mentioned by the two seniors would definitely be his uncle.

"The head master is indeed called Lu Chaoge..."

The young poplar's voice was not strong and low, as if the voice change period had forgotten him.

The old man with broken legs looked at the boy with his head down, then looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar beside him, and felt a little headache.

"You just said that Ji Changkong wanted to take Lu Chaoge as his disciple, but he refused on the grounds that he already had a master. He just formed a friendship with a sword master, and then turned around and took Lu Chaoge's sister Lu Dongli as his disciple?" Luo Heshan asked.

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

The irritable old man with broken legs glanced at the boy again and said, "Is Lu Dongli your master?"

The boy nodded quickly.

In an instant, a pressure spread out from the old man. The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly bounced his fingers, and a clear stream wrapped the young man up to prevent him from being uncomfortable due to the pressure.

Luo Heshan's throat was hoarse and he said with anger: "It's so messy!"

What he said is naturally referring to the messy generation.

Luoheshan is a casual cultivator, so he has no idea.

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

And the boy was saved by him by chance. In his opinion, this was an opportunity.

Therefore, although he never called his master and apprentice with the young man, 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 disciple who came first and then came first, and it would be difficult for him to break off the relationship between master and apprentice.

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

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

Even the sword master wanted to call him senior. The female elder named Lu Dongli in Momen wouldn't really act like a master in front of him, right?

Basic etiquette must be found.

But... the old naughty boy Ji Changkong is an exception.

Since Lu Dongli is Ji Changkong's disciple, if Ji Changkong knows about this, if the two meet next time, they might make a fuss about themselves!

No, it's not that it's possible, it's definitely!

He would definitely hunch his back and squint his eyes, laughing unconcealedly while taking advantage of his seniority.

When the old man with broken legs felt that he couldn't control his temper when he thought of this.

Is this world so small?

At this moment, the old man even thought, should the last sword that had not been unsheathed so far be used on Ji Changkong?

Middle-aged Confucian scholars could probably guess the idea of ​​Luohe Mountain, but they didn't know how to solve the situation for a while.

After all, his junior brother doesn't listen to his discipline.

On the contrary, in most cases, he was following his junior brother's instructions.

There is actually at least half of the reason for Ji Changkong's old naughty boy's character, which lies in him.

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

The tiger's mouth was red and his hands were numb and weak, and his head looked up in shock, but because he was afraid of the old man, he did not dare to go against his wishes.

Therefore, he had to take the order obediently, stood up and said, "Yes."

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

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

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

Just as he was about to salute and thank him, he saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar wave his hand, and the smile on his face was still gentle and elegant, saying, "I'll talk to Senior Luo for a few words, you can come back slowly."

This is to indicate that he doesn't have to be so desperate and anxious, and he can slowly get water.

Yang Shu nodded and looked back before going out.

"This senior, like the head master, is a good person." Yang Shu thought in his heart.

When the figure of the poplar tree disappeared around the courtyard, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "This young man was born so beautiful, and he should have carried a lot of unnecessary things on his way to grow up."

He and the old man have lived for so long, so naturally they know that being too beautiful is not necessarily a good thing.

It is easy to receive malice from the same sex.

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

For example, on earth, many people at most say that this type of person is "sissy" and curses him "sissy", but in the ancient Tianxuan Realm, there may be more insulting words.

For young people who are not yet mature in their minds, sometimes language is also a sharp sword, or a knife.

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

He actually has a say in this regard.

The old man lowered his head and continued to weave the straw sandals in his hand. Although the poplar trees were there, he always had a good face. At this time, he said with a faint smile: "This child has a good heart."

His sword and his inheritance are too special and too heavy.

If your mind is not good, you can't handle it.

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On the other side, the poplar tree was carrying a bucket, not obeying the rush of the past, and walked on the path of the small village at a normal speed.

"Is the head master so powerful now?" Yang Shu thought in his heart. He missed the Mo Sect a little, and the people in the Mo Sect a little.

When he went down the mountain, Lu Chaoge's cultivation was still stuck in the first level of great perfection. Now Lu Chaoge has become famous in Qingzhou and has become a well-deserved leader among the younger generation of sword cultivators.

Yang Shu was actually not surprised by this, just like other disciples of the Mo Sect.

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

The disciples of the Mo Sect have inexplicable worship and trust in Lu Chaoge.

In the small village, the poplar trees are rarely free to walk and look at them. From time to time, you can still see someone secretly talking about something after seeing him.

Poplar has long stopped caring about this.

His Taoist body and his voice are all innate. The fingers and rumors around him cannot change all this.

On the contrary, since many years ago, he has no concern about this.

When they arrived at the well, the poplar tree tied a rope on the bucket and threw it into the well.

After he struggled to pull the bucket up, he looked at his 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 when he recalls his life for more than ten years, he feels like a dream.

He never thought that he would have one day to become a cultivator, and he never thought that the head master would leave him, not his two cousins.

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

As mentioned earlier, usually around the winter solstice every year, it is the day when the siblings are transformed.

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

As for the weekdays, the brother and sister must have lived in the bamboo house on Danqing Peak of Momen. The small courtyard in Zaoli County is naturally empty.

In this case, someone occasionally needs to maintain the yard and clean it regularly.

After all, the brother and sister cannot use cultivation after going down the mountain. They cleaned once a year, so how can they do it?

Originally, someone was responsible for this matter, which was almost the same as the old housekeeper of the Lu family’s small house.

But the old housekeeper was old, so he brought his three nephews to the brother and sister to choose, which was considered to be his job.

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

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

After the three of them received the order, they started working.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli stroll outside.

Xiao Yangshu has been weak and sick since childhood, and has a strange cold air in his body, which invades every night, making him unable to sleep.
To be continued...