Unnamed peak, wooden house.
The door to the house was slowly pushed open by a pair of big hands, and a man in a black gown walked out of the house.
The man looks middle-aged, has a refined temperament, and is as gentle as jade.
His hair was carefully combed and then secured with a simple crown and wooden hairpin.
Judging from the aura, the middle-aged man looks like a common Confucian scholar in the mountains, like a scholar in the mountains. In fact, his biggest hobby is indeed reading.
At this moment, he was still holding a volume of books in his hand. After looking at his junior brother, he put the book back into his sleeve.
Judging from the appearance, he does not match the title of the best swordsman in the world, but this victory-hating man has long forgotten how many years he has been at the top of the sword.
Sword Master still had a gentle smile on his face and was not annoyed that his junior brother came to the door cursing like this.
It's just that Ji Changkong has the image of a hunchbacked old man, while Sword Master has the image of a middle-aged Confucian scholar. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that it was the old father teaching his son a lesson, not the junior brother shouting in front of the senior brother.
"Here comes Changkong. You haven't come to visit our senior brother for quite some time." Jianzun sat down at the wooden table and made an invitation gesture.
Ji Changkong walked forward quickly and sat down. With a smile on his face, he repeated again: "Brother, you are wrong!"
"Okay, senior brother is wrong." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said with a smile while pouring tea for his junior brother.
When Ji Changkong heard this, he felt angry in his heart. The old naughty boy's squinted eyes widened a little, and he glared hard at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "You should ask me now, where did I go wrong!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar had already poured the herbal tea, pushed the tea cup in front of Ji Changkong, and cooperated obediently, saying: "Okay, okay, junior brother, please tell me where I am wrong."
Ji Changkong nodded with satisfaction, drank the herbal tea in one gulp, and said: "Did you say that before the third realm, it is impossible for the sword to take shape!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked up at the sky, and the two flowing hair bands on his hair crown fell back, as if he was recalling whether he had said these words.
The unhappy look on Ji Changkong's face gradually grew stronger. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he urged: "Don't think about it, you said it!"
"Yes, yes, I have said it before." The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded.
Ji Changkong handed over the tea cup and gestured to pour another cup for his junior brother.
Then, his tone became arrogant again: "Then let me tell you now, there is really someone in the world who has formed his sword intention before the third level, and under my guidance, with his second level cultivation, he has reached Reached the second level of Sword Intent!"
At this time, most people would definitely be surprised and say: "Is there such a genius in the world?"
But the middle-aged Confucian scholar responded with a smile: "Junior brother has really done something unprecedented."
Pointing out a second-level Sword Intent, isn't it unprecedented
Hearing this, Ji Changkong was very impressed. He snorted softly and said, "Hmph, that boy's talent is indeed not bad. He is not weaker than me back then."
After saying that, he changed the topic and said: "So I say, not only are you wrong, you are also completely wrong!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar only reacted normally at this time and said: "Logically speaking, this is indeed something that shouldn't be done. With the cultivation of the second realm and the understanding of the great road, the formation of the sword intention has already broken the history." It’s really amazing that you can reach the second level based on the routine.”
Ji Changkong dropped the cup and fell backwards. He leaned his slightly hunched back on the chair and said unhappily: "Did you miss something?"
"But with the guidance of my junior brother, this impossible thing has become a little more possible." The middle-aged Confucian scholar added in time, and then quickly poured water into the empty teacup.
But during the process of pouring water, his eyes were filled with thoughts.
"What is this young man's name?" asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"Head of the Mo Sect, Lu Chaoge." Ji Changkong replied.
"Junior brother, why don't you tell me his situation in detail." It was obvious that he had never heard the name Lu Chaoge before.
There was nothing he could do, his only swordsman and his own daughter were both hiding it from him.
Moreover, he had never heard anything outside the window, let alone Lu Chaoge. If no one came to talk to him specifically, he would be completely ignorant of what had happened outside the mountains in recent years.
Ji Changkong actually didn't know much about Lu Chaoge, so he told him that he had been stuck in the first realm for several years.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar listened very carefully and nodded slightly from time to time.
"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, I would have been very happy." After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said with a smile.
He also said similar words to his sword attendant Yu Yue.
Ji Changkong knew very well that his senior brother was someone who hated winning, and he really hoped that there would be one more person in the world, preferably multiple, who could threaten him in the way of swordsmanship.
The top position is so lonely.
At the same time, Ji Changkong couldn't help but said: "It seems that senior brother no longer regards me as his opponent."
I'm obviously always just a little bit worse than you, okay
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at him, showed a smile, and quickly added: "Fortunately, I still have a junior brother."
"That's pretty much it." Ji Changkong put the cup on his face, his expression gradually becoming mysterious.jpg.
"Senior brother, I have something to tell you, but you have to keep it secret for me for the time being." Ji Changkong said.
"Junior brother, you don't have to tell anyone. It's best not to tell anyone the real secret." The middle-aged Confucian scholar's answer surprised Ji Changkong.
"No! You are all ears!" Ji Changkong said loudly.
"Okay, okay, junior brother, please speak." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled helplessly.
"Let me tell you, in fact, there are two masters in the Mo sect. Lu Chaoge's sister, Lu Dongli, is not as talented as him, and now I have accepted her as a disciple. In my opinion, her future achievements are at least as good as Comparable to Yu Yue." Ji Changkong was somewhat proud.
After all, in terms of numbers, he had already won.
You only have one Yu Yue, I have one and a half.
"Oh? Swordsmanship is so favoring Momen?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slightly surprised: "But this is a good thing, why should it be kept secret?"
As he spoke, he continued: "Although there is a sect difference, she is not a disciple of my Sword Sect, but in my opinion, my junior brother is someone who doesn't care about this."
"Oh, it's a long story, it's not important!" Ji Changkong waved his hand slightly irritably and said, "Don't ask, don't ask!"
"Yes, yes, senior brother is talking too much." The middle-aged Confucian scholar was as good-tempered as ever.
The man narrowed his eyes at his senior brother and said: "Anyway, just watch, Qingzhou will be very lively in a few years, and the young people of this generation will definitely be better than ours!"
"This is a good thing." Expectation flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Ji Changkong, however, ruined the atmosphere and said: "At that time, all you need to know is that you have only taught one Yu Yue, but I, my junior brother, have taught one and a half!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar cupped his hands and said: "If this day really comes, senior brother will be willing to accept the defeat."
"Hmph! Just watch!" The old naughty boy was extremely proud.
After saying that, he still felt that it was not enough, and said: "Senior brother, do you want to come with me to Momen to have a look?"
Showing off with words like this is not enough, why not just drag him to Momen and let him see it with his own eyes, that would be enough!
"No, I have to go down the mountain. If there is a chance another day, senior brother, I will go with you." The middle-aged Confucian scholar directly rejected Ji Changkong's invitation.
"Huh? Do you have something to deal with?" Ji Changkong narrowed his eyes.
He couldn't even remember. How many years ago was the last time his senior brother left Wuming Peak
"Nothing, just going down the mountain to take a look and travel around." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said.
"You also know that you are separated from the entire Tianxuan world?" Ji Changkong disliked him for not leaving home.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded quickly, then looked up at the gray sky and said, "The sky is going to change."
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Qingzhou, Momen.
Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli sent away He Ying, a true disciple of the Sword Sect who was reluctant to leave.
She also thought that if Master Lu could persuade her to stay, she would stay in Momen for a few days, but this man was really aloof and fascinating.
"Brother, I didn't expect that the master of the Sword Sect would have provided us with top-notch resources." Lu Dongli, as Momen's housekeeper, was obviously a little excited.
Most of Momen's money and cultivation resources are controlled by her. Lu Chaoge knows that this damn girl will not fall into the eyes of money. With her temperament, she cannot do such a thing, but she is very good at calculating.
Regarding this, Lu Chaoge was also in a happy mood.
The public beta is about to begin. Although sand sculpture players save more cultivation resources than normal practitioners, they are not the kind of people who can grow up by drinking the northwest wind.
Although Ning Ying is taking care of Momen, Lu Chaoge doesn't want Aunt Ning to support the entire Momen alone.
"Just support me."
Therefore, the generosity of the leader of the Sword Sect can indeed solve an urgent need.
What's more, Momen just earned more than 10,000 spirit stones, so there is no need to worry about it in the near future.
Lu Chaoge opened the system interface and took a look. There were still three days until the public beta.
He had already begun to look forward to it.
Compared to the mere 10,000 players in the closed beta, the public beta is much more massive.
Countless sand sculptures fell from the sky. The self-proclaimed fourth natural disaster looked like locusts passing through from certain angles.
The mobs from the hostile camp are about to meet their end.
In Lu Chaoge's eyes, this is an opportunity for the development of Momen!
Of course, there are so many players in this world, and even if Mo Sect is a super-grade sect, it is impossible to eat all the players.
The first thing Lu Chaoge had to do was to screen.
To be precise, he doesn't need too many players to join Momen.
All he needs is for the big guilds and professional clubs he likes to settle in Momen.
There is no need for everyone to come, as long as those important people join the Momen.
His recent deeds are being circulated outside.
The public beta will be launched in three days. After three days, the popularity will definitely not drop.
By then, players are likely to hear different versions of Lu Chaoge's deeds.
It can indirectly create a wave of momentum!
"All the preparations have been made." He was very satisfied.
Now just wait for them to fall into the trap.
This time, Lu Chaoge didn't plan to go down the mountain.
Because he knew very well how chaotic the mountain was during the first few days of the public beta.
He'd better stay quiet in Momen.
Anyway, he is not at the foot of the mountain, but his legend is spread under the mountain.
This effect may be better than him going down the mountain himself.
Sand sculpture players are like this. The more distance they feel, the closer they may want to get!
Anyway, the thirty handyman disciples who had been accepted got offline on the way to Momen.
After the open beta, they will definitely come to Momen as soon as possible to compete with each other.
And these thirty people are Lu Chaoge's new flyers.
The reputation of Momen can be raised to another level through their mouths.
As for Lu Chaoge, just stay on the mountain and be an uncle.
"How do you say something?"
"Of course I won't try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me!"
The night was getting deeper. After Lu Chaoge sent Lu Dongli back to the house, he also walked to his bamboo house.
It is winter now, and the night wind is already bringing a chill.
Lu Chaoge wore a thin blue robe and walked under the moonlight.
He did not rush back to the house, but came to a pillar outside the house.
There were scratches one after another on the pillars.
That was the height assigned by Lu Qingfeng to the two siblings when they were young.
Lu Chaoge has been slightly taller than his peers since he was a child, with a tall and slender figure.
Lu Qingfeng is not short either, but judging from his growth, Lu Chaoge will definitely surpass him.
It was a pity that until Lu Qingfeng passed away, he never saw the day when Lu Chaoge was taller than him.
Lu Chaoge walked to the pillar, straightened his back, put his hand on his head, then turned around and took a look.
The position of his right hand was already much higher than the top scratch.
From the moment he traveled to the Tianxuan Realm and opened his eyes, he no longer felt that he was a child. After all, he had the soul of an adult.
But when he was raised by this couple and got what he was missing in his previous life, he discovered that people whose parents truly love them will always be children.
"Time flies so fast." Lu Chaoge couldn't help but sigh.
In three days, it will be the public beta of "Tianxuanjie", and in ten days, it will be this year's winter solstice.
That day was not only Xiao Lizi's birthday, but also the day when the demon cultivators of the Purple Moon Society held a gathering at their stronghold.
Lu Chaoge touched the [Mo Ring] on his index finger, and his natal sword [Not Too Late] appeared in his hand.
He stroked the sword and felt the emotional fluctuations of the sword spirit.
The natal sword and the sword cultivator were already connected, and he could sense that the sword spirit of "Not Too Late" had been particularly active recently.
In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly ten years since the sword was sealed.
At first, Feng Jian was just an investment, just for fun.
But when my parents passed away, this sword took on a different meaning.
Lu Chaoge's hand grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and he could feel how powerful the sword energy sealed in it was!
Precisely because of this, every time [Not Too Late] is in hand, he has great confidence!
"You are looking forward to this day as much as I am, right?" Lu Chaoge said to his natal sword.
[Not too late] shook slightly in response.
(PS: Second update, 4,000 words, another day of 8,000 updates.)
I recommend a historical book "Revolution of Qin". The author's photos of women in clothing are at the level of Internet celebrities. There is something about it, hahahaha.
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