After putting [Life and Death] into the storage ring, Lu Dongli took the middle-aged Confucian scholar and Ji Changkong to the Momen Hall.

Along the way, middle-aged Confucian scholars were like traveling around the mountains and rivers, enjoying the scenery of the Momen Danqing Peak.

He was looking at the scenery, while the round-faced chicken Xiaoqiu was looking at him.

It seemed that she noticed the little girl's curiosity about her. The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked down at her and smiled gently at her.

The round-faced chick remembers the master’s teachings to him. When the elders smile at him, they should smile politely.

So, she raised her head, and her two small braids fell backwards because of the head-raising action, and then looked at the strongest man in Qingzhou...

——A smile with a crooked mouth.

Lu Dongli: “………”

It's so embarrassing, it's all my fault!

Ji Changkong laughed beside him, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't care. Instead, he thought this little girl was quite aura.

After checking her roots and qualifications, the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt that the small Momen was really extraordinary.

"She is also a leader in the Sword Sect," the middle-aged Confucian scholar thought in his heart.

He raised his hand and gently patted the head of the round-faced chicken. Seeing that Lu Dongli was willing to blame, he spoke out and said, "It's okay, it's okay, this child is full of spiritual energy and his future achievements are limitless."

Lu Dongli naturally didn't take it seriously, but... the child took it seriously.

"Then... can I be better than you?" The round-faced chick became excited in an instant.

"Xiaoqiu!" Lu Dongli glared at her and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his hand and said, "Do you want to be more powerful than me?"

"Yeah!" Xiaoqiu nodded vigorously, raised her head and raised her chest.

Her little round face actually revealed a serious expression. It was obvious that this little girl was not talking nonsense, she was very serious.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said curiously: "Then why did you have this kind of thought?"

Xiaoqiu raised his head and said loudly: "Because the head master said that since he held the sword, he realized that he would be the leader of the sword and the best in the world!"

"I, Xiaoqiu, want to become a person as powerful as the head master!"

This child cannot even understand what the word "Kui" means. She can't even write the word "Kui", but it does not prevent her from remembering every word "Kui" in her heart.

Lu Dongli: “…….”

Where is the ground crack? Where is the ground crack? Please ask me to get in quickly.

My brother is really, he is talking nonsense in front of the children.

There is also Xiaoqiu, just listen to it, and I have memorized it!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar and Ji Changkong looked at each other, and both of them could figure out the picture.

"As soon as I hold the sword, I understand that I will be the leader of the swordsmanship and the best in the world?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar chewed this sentence and a smile appeared on his face again.

He would not think this man was arrogant, nor would he think this man was ridiculous and ignorant.

After all, if a person can't even think about it, how can he do it?

In fact, when the middle-aged Confucian scholar held his natal sword for the first time, he also felt endless wonderful feelings in his heart.

——I was born to practice swordsmanship.

After coming to the main hall of Momen, everyone sat down.

Lu Dongli stood up and made spiritual tea for his master and master.

Ji Changkong waved his hand and said, "You sit down, you don't need to soak."

After saying that, he glared at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Don't you like making tea the most? You can drink it alone for two hours and make it yourself!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar hurriedly took the tea set from Lu Dongli's hand and said, "Little Lizi, go back and sit down, I'll do it myself."

Lu Dongli: “………”

She felt that this was a bit rude and wanted to persevere, but she saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar wink at her.

He seemed to be really afraid that his junior brother would lose his temper.

This made Lu Dongli deeply realize once again that his master was really not bragging. When he was in the Sword Sect, he was afraid that he was really using the Sword Lord to do things.

Xiaoqiu sat on a chair. Because her legs were too short and her tall chair made it impossible for her to land, so her two little feet were floating in the air and shaking them from time to time.

She looked at Grandpa Daoyu and Grandpa Jian Zun with curious expressions, wondering in her heart: "Didn't Grandpa Jian Zun be the best in the world? Why does it seem like Grandpa Daoyu is even more powerful?"

As for the other true disciples of the Mo Sect, they were also standing at the gate of the hall at this moment.

With the status and status of these two distinguished guests, they are not as good as their seat.

Xiaoqiu relied on Ji Changkong to spoil her, and Ji Changkong carried her to the seat.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised the kettle, poured a cup of spiritual tea for his junior brother, and then poured it on himself.

Instead of drinking tea, he looked up at the disciples of the Mo Sect standing respectfully beside the gate, namely Heiting, Luo Bing, and Mo Dongfang.

After only one look, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment.

"This Mo Sect disciple is really stranger than the other one." He sighed in his heart.

"Come here and get closer." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said to the three.

Facing the legendary sword master, the three of them were a little restrained.

This is the biggest figure who is so powerful, the real strongest person in Qingzhou!

They had never thought that one day the sword master would suddenly visit Momen.

When Lu Dongli saw that the middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to be very interested in the disciples of the Mo Sect, he introduced them one by one.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar first focused his eyes on Mo Dongfang and said, "Your luck is a bit strange."

Just this sentence surprised Mo Dongfang, and he felt that the Sword Lord was worthy of being the Sword Lord!

As mentioned earlier, Mo Dongfang’s [opportunity] is [?], which is a question mark.

Sometimes he is lucky, sometimes he is particularly unlucky.

He has known this since he was a child.

When you reach the level of middle-aged Confucian scholars, you can see much more than ordinary people, including the so-called mysterious luck.

"You are lucky, but you just can't absorb it, so sometimes you will be frightened by luck." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Mo Dongfang and was amazed.

Since ancient times, there have been very few people who are lucky enough to be lucky. Unexpectedly, I saw one in Momen.

"Why can't I see it?" Ji Changkong tried hard to open his squinting eyes, and could not see any special things when he was alive and dead.

In his eyes, this kid was the most ordinary among the Mo Sect, and he looked like a monkey.

What advantages do you have to say are that you are tenacious and chivalrous.

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he didn't know what to answer, so he could only say: "If my junior brother goes further, he must be able to see it."

Ji Changkong heard what he said, and no matter how he heard it, he felt something was wrong. He blew his beard and glared: "So you are laughing at me for being low in cultivation?"

"I dare not, it's because my senior brother said the wrong thing. Come on, my junior brother drinks tea, drink tea." The middle-aged Confucian scholar hurriedly poured another cup of spiritual tea for Ji Changkong.

Ji Changkong drank a sip of spiritual tea with satisfaction, then thought about seeking some benefits for Momen, and said, "Then since you can see luck, can you solve it, so that he can avoid backlash?"

Mo Dongfang was also excited when he heard this.

At this time, good and bad luck has bothered him for many years. Sometimes it not only causes trouble to himself, but also causes trouble to the people around him.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "There is a solution, but there is no need."

"Speak human words." Ji Changkong became impatient.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar immediately explained: "The so-called solution is to strip away part of the luck in the body and then disperse it between heaven and earth. The luck in the body is no longer too heavy, so there will naturally be no backlash."

Halfway through his words, he wanted to drink a sip of spiritual tea first and then explain why it was not necessary, but when he saw Ji Changkong squinting his eyes, he quickly put down the tea cup, coughed lightly, and then said warmly: "There is no need because it doesn't take long to accommodate this luck yourself."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked Mo Dongfang: "How long have you been having this strange phenomenon?"

"Reporting to the Sword Master, the disciple is not very clear, but it should be ten years old." Mo Dongfang recalled.

"That's it. As time goes by, you can gradually accommodate your excessive luck. I see that your charm is now hidden most of it, and it will be better if it doesn't take long." The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and said.

"How long will it take?" Ji Changkong asked.

"This... has no fixed number, maybe tomorrow, maybe a few years, maybe... longer." He couldn't be sure either.

Great luck is equivalent to a gift from the way of heaven, but whether you can eat it is your own business.

Some people eat it, and then soar into the sky. Some people can't eat it, so they will naturally be overwhelmed.

In fact, Lu Chaoge didn't even know about this.

After [detection], the system did not give too many prompts.

He just kept wondering that [opportunity] must have a fixed number, such as Xiaoqiu's [opportunity 9] and his own [opportunity 3.1415926], which is a question mark?

Lu Dongli listened on the side, only surprised.
To be continued...