In Momen, a certain leader with [Opportunity] of 3.1415926 sneezed several times.
Round, wonderful.
"Who is thinking about me?" Lu Chaoge felt confused.
In small villages, whether they are middle-aged Confucian scholars or old people with broken legs, they all look strange.
After hearing Luo Heshan's words, the young man with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth nodded quickly and said: "Yes... yes."
His name is Yang Shu, and he is the seventh eldest among the Momen disciples. He is the junior fellow of Momen before Xiaoqiu's entrance, and the youngest disciple of Lu Dongli.
If there is no second Momen in Qinglongchuan, and there is no second Momen leader Lu Chaoge, the Momen Lu Chaoge mentioned by the two seniors must be his uncle.
"The master's uncle is indeed called Lu Chaoge..."
Young Yang Shu's voice was not deep and deep, as if he had been forgotten during his voice-changing period.
The old man with the broken leg looked at the young man with his head lowered, and then at the middle-aged Confucian scholar beside him, and felt a little pain in his head.
"You just said that Ji Changkong wanted to take Lu Chaoge as his disciple, but he refused because he already had a master. He only formed a friendship as a sword master, and then turned around and took Lu Chaoge's disciple. My sister Lu Dongli is my disciple?" Luo Heshan asked.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded with a gentle smile: "That's right."
The grumpy old man with a broken leg looked at the young man again and said, "Lu Dongli is your master?"
The young man nodded quickly.
In an instant, a pressure dispersed from the old man. The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly flicked his fingers, and a stream of clear water enveloped the young man to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable due to the pressure.
Luo Heshan's throat was hoarse and he said angrily: "It's chaotic, it's too chaotic!"
When he talks about chaos, he naturally refers to the messy hierarchy.
Luohe Mountain was originally a casual cultivator, so he didn't have any sectarian views.
The young man is the most satisfactory choice of disciple among all the people he has met so far.
And the boy was saved by him by chance. In his opinion, this is opportunity.
Therefore, although he and the young man never considered each other as master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple.
The old man doesn't mind that his only disciple has two masters. In his opinion, everything has to be done on a first-come, first-served basis, and it is not easy for others to sever the master-disciple relationship if they accept the disciple first.
What's more, with his seniority, his prestige, and his realm, he is naturally respected by the world.
If they really meet the young master, they will definitely have different opinions.
Even the Sword Master wants to call him "Senior". The female elder named Lu Dongli of Mo Sect can't really pose as a master in front of him, right
Basic etiquette is still required.
But... the old naughty boy Ji Changkong is an exception.
Since Lu Dongli is Ji Changkong's disciple, if Ji Changkong knows about this, the next time they meet, they may make trouble against him!
No, it’s not impossible, it’s definitely possible!
He would definitely be hunched over, squinting, laughing unabashedly while taking advantage of his seniority.
When he thought of this, the old man with a broken leg felt that he couldn't control his temper.
Is the world so small
At this moment, the old man was even thinking about whether he should just use the last sword that had not been sheathed yet on Ji Changkong
The middle-aged Confucian scholar could probably guess what Luo Heshan was thinking, but for the moment he didn't know how to rescue him.
After all, his junior brother didn't listen to his discipline.
On the contrary, in most cases, he was the one who listened to his junior brother's orders.
In fact, at least half of the reason for Ji Changkong's old naughty temperament stems from him.
The old man with a broken leg glanced at Yang Shu, a young man who was still cleaning up the straw sandal materials on the ground, and said angrily: "Stop cleaning it up and go get two more buckets of water!"
The tiger's mouth was red, and his hands were numb and weak. Yang Shu raised his head in surprise, but because he was afraid of the old man, he did not dare to go against his will.
Therefore, he had no choice but to accept 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 flicked his finger again.
A warm current poured into his body, making Yang Shu's tired body recover a little.
Just as he was about to salute and thank him, he saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar wave his hand, with the smile on his face still gentle and elegant, and said: "I will chat with Senior Luo for a few words, you can come back later."
This was a sign to him that he didn't need to be so desperate and anxious, and could take his time to get water.
Yang Shu nodded and looked back before going out.
"This senior is a good person just like the master uncle." Yang Shu thought in his heart.
When Yang Shu's figure disappeared around the small courtyard, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "This young man was born so beautiful. He must have been burdened with a lot of unnecessary things while growing up."
Both he and the old man have lived for so long, so they naturally know that it is not necessarily a good thing for a man to be too beautiful.
It is easy to receive ill will from people of the same sex.
Especially a boy like Yang Shu, who not only has red lips and white teeth, but also has eyes like a deer in the forest, and his voice has not yet changed.
Like on Earth, many people would at most call such people "mothers" and call them "sissy", but in the ancient Tianxuan world, there might be even more insulting words.
For teenagers whose minds are not yet mature, sometimes words are also sharp swords and knives.
The old man with a broken leg glanced outside the door, then at his crippled legs, and said: "There are many ignorant people in the world, and they only know how to judge people by their appearance."
In this regard, he actually has a say.
The old man lowered his head and continued to knit the straw sandals in his hands. Although he always had a bad expression when Yang Shu was around, he said with a faint smile: "This kid has a good heart."
His sword, his inheritance, is too special and too heavy.
This is not only swordsmanship, but also responsibility.
If your character is not good, you will not be able to catch it.
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On the other side, Yang Shu was holding a bucket and walking at a normal speed on the path of the small village, defying the usual hurriedness.
"Is the head master already so powerful now?" Yang Shu thought in his heart. He missed Mo Sect a little and missed everyone in Mo Sect.
When he came down from 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.
In fact, Yang Shu, like other disciples of Mo Sect, was not surprised by this.
In their hearts, the head master is like the blazing sun in the sky.
The disciples of Momen have inexplicable admiration and trust for Lu Chaoge.
In the small village, it was rare for Yang Shu to be free while walking and watching. From time to time, he could still see people secretly talking about something after seeing him.
Yang Shu no longer cares about this.
His Taoist body and his voice are all innate. Others' pointing fingers and the rumors around him cannot change everything.
On the contrary, he has not cared about these things since many years ago.
When he came to the well, Yang Shu tied a rope to the bucket and threw it into the well.
After he pulled the bucket up with difficulty, he looked at his reflection in the bucket, feeling a little lost.
To be honest, when he asked himself, he felt that he was born more like a girl.
Looking back on his life for more than ten years now, he feels like a dream.
He never thought that he would one day become a cultivator, and he never thought that the head master would keep him instead of his two cousins.
The first time he met his uncle and master was in a small courtyard in Zaoli County.
As mentioned before, usually, around the winter solstice every year, it is the day when the brother and sister transform into mortals.
They would go to live in a small courtyard in Zaoli County for a few days and live like ordinary people without cultivation. This was the order of their father, Lu Qingfeng. This habit has continued since they were young children.
As for weekdays, the brother and sister must live in the bamboo house at Momen Danqing Peak, and the small courtyard in Zaoli County is naturally empty.
In this case, someone will occasionally need to perform yard maintenance and regular cleaning.
After all, the brother and sister can't use their cultivation skills after going down the mountain. They clean it once a year, how can they get through it.
Originally, there was someone in charge of this matter, almost like the old housekeeper of the Lu family's house.
But the old housekeeper was getting old, so he brought his three nephews to the brothers and sisters to choose as his successors.
Little Yangshu was among them, and the other two were his cousins.
Lu Chaoge looked at the three of them and ordered them to clean the courtyard.
After the three people took the orders, they started to work.
Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli wandered outside.
Xiao Yangshu has been frail and sick since he was a child, and there is a strange cold air in his body that invades him every night, preventing him from sleeping well.
Compared with him, his two cousins are more like standard farmers. They have dark skin, strong bodies, strong strength and good endurance when working.
Yang Shu was panting from exhaustion, and his two cousins were watching from the side. They even laughed at his cousin's cute panting look from time to time, and imitated him, saying that he was out of breath. Even more shy than the girls in the city.
Yang Shu's face turned red and he continued working without saying a word.
At this time, the three of them discovered that there was the rotting corpse of a wild cat in the courtyard.
The two cousins felt both disgusted and a little scared.
Although the two of them discovered the body first, they refused to clean it up.
In the end, Yang Shu gritted his teeth, suppressed his nausea and fear, and disposed of the body.
The two cousins watched from the sidelines, imitating his raised orchid fingers, his beautiful eyes tightly knitted together, and his daughter's homely demeanor when he picked up the body.
As everyone knows, everything that happens in the yard is within the range of Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli's spiritual consciousness.
Lu Chaoge frowned slightly. He remembered that when he was a student, there were always a few so-called sissies in school, and there were always many classmates who laughed at them.
In this regard, Lu Chaoge has always had his own other set of evaluation criteria.
He refused to pick it up or deal with it. It was obviously something that the three of them should work together to deal with. They completed it with due diligence, and they also mocked him for being too girly and not showing any masculinity in him
Many men like to show that they are manly and show their manly side.
But where does a man's so-called Man reflect
Is it his appearance, his movements, his demeanor
Or is it his heart, his sense of responsibility, and other qualities
Maybe everyone has different ideas.
At this moment, Yang Shu looked at his beautiful face reflected in the bucket, and murmured something that Lu Chaoge said to him when he returned to the courtyard.
A sentence that no one had ever said to him since he was a child.
"The work in the yard will be left to you from now on, little man."
(PS: First update, every time a new disciple of the Mo Sect appears, I will write a story about the first time they met Brother Yan. Now that I look back at the previous paragraphs, I have to say - it is really written. Damn it’s good!)
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