After putting the [Living and Dead] into the storage ring, Lu Dongli took the middle-aged Confucian scholar and Ji Changkong to the Momen Hall.
Along the way, the middle-aged Confucian scholars were enjoying the scenery of Momen Danqing Peak as if they were traveling in the mountains.
He was looking at the scenery, and Xiaoqiu, the round-faced chicken, was looking at him.
As if he noticed the little girl's curiosity about him, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked down at her and smiled gently at her.
The round-faced little chicken remembers his master's teachings to him. When his elders smile at him, he should smile politely back.
Then, she raised her head, and her two pigtails fell back because of this movement, and then, she pointed at the strongest man in Qingzhou...
—a crooked smile.
Lu Dongli: "..."
Damn, it’s so embarrassing, it’s all my brother’s fault!
Ji Changkong laughed loudly beside him, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't take it seriously. Instead, he felt that this little girl was quite spiritual.
After checking her foundation and qualifications, the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt more and more that Xiao Mo Sect was really extraordinary.
"With her qualifications, she is considered one of the best in the Sword Sect." The middle-aged Confucian scholar thought in his heart.
He raised his hand and gently patted the round-faced chick on the head. Seeing that Lu Dongli wanted to scold him, he opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, it's okay. This kid is full of aura and his achievements in the future 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 instantly.
"Xiaoqiu!" Lu Dongli glared at her and said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved his hand and said, "You want to be more powerful than me?"
"Yeah!" Xiaoqiu nodded vigorously, raised her head and raised her chest.
There was a serious expression on her round face. It was obvious that this little girl was not talking nonsense, she was very serious.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked curiously: "Then why do you have such an idea?"
Xiaoqiu raised her head and said loudly: "Because the master uncle said that from the moment he held the sword, he knew that he would be the leader of the sword, the best in the world!"
"I, Xiaoqiu, want to become as powerful as the head master!"
This little kid couldn't even understand what the word "leader" meant. She couldn't even write the word "kui", but that didn't stop her from remembering every word the head master said.
Lu Dongli: "..."
Where is the seam in the ground? Please ask for a seam online so that I can get into it quickly.
My brother is really talking nonsense in front of children.
And Xiaoqiu, just listen to it and you can even memorize it!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar and Ji Changkong looked at each other, and both brothers could picture the scene in their minds.
"From the moment you hold the sword, you know that you will be the leader of the sword, the best in the world?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar chewed on these words, and a smile appeared on his face again.
He doesn't think this person is arrogant, nor does he think this person is ridiculous and ignorant.
After all, if a person can't even think about it, how can he do it
In fact, the middle-aged Confucian scholar himself had an endless and wonderful feeling in his heart when he held his natal sword for the first time.
—I was born to practice swordsmanship.
After arriving at Momen Hall, everyone sat down.
Lu Dongli took the initiative to get up and brew spiritual tea for her master and uncle.
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 love making tea the most? You can drink it for two hours by yourself. Make it by yourself!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly took the tea set from Lu Dongli's hand and said, "Xiao Lizi, go back and sit down. I can do it myself."
Lu Dongli: "..."
She felt that this was a bit rude and wanted to persist, but she saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar wink at her.
He seemed to be really afraid of his junior brother losing his temper.
This made Lu Dongli realize once again that the master was really not bragging. When he was in the Sword Sect, he was probably really asking the Sword Master to do things.
Xiaoqiu was sitting on a chair. Because her legs were too short, the tall chair made it impossible for her feet to touch the ground, so her two little feet were suspended in the air, shaking from time to time.
She looked at Grandpa Naughty and Grandpa Sword Master with curiosity, and wondered in her heart: "Isn't it said that Grandpa Sword Master is the best in the world? Why does it seem that Grandpa Naughty Master is more powerful?"
As for the remaining true disciples of Mo Sect, they are all standing at the gate of the main hall at this moment.
With the identity and status of these two distinguished guests, they had no right to sit down.
Xiaoqiu relied on Ji Changkong to pamper her, and it was Ji Changkong who carried her to the seat.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar lifted the kettle and poured a cup of spiritual tea for his junior brother, and then poured it for himself.
He did not drink tea, but looked up at the Momen disciples who were standing respectfully by the gate, namely Heiting, Luo Bing, and Mo Dongfang.
After just one glance, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment.
"These Momen disciples are really weirder than the last." He sighed in his heart.
"Come here and get closer." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said to the three of them.
Facing the legendary sword master, the three of them were a little cautious.
This is a big man who can stand up to the sky, the real strongest man in Qingzhou!
They had never thought before that one day the Sword Master would suddenly visit Momen.
Lu Dongli saw that the middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to be very interested in the Mohist disciples, so he introduced them one by one.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar first focused his attention on Mo Dongfang and said, "Your luck is a little weird."
Just such a sentence made Mo Dongfang completely shocked, and he felt that the Sword Master was worthy of being a Sword Master!
As mentioned before, Mo Dongfang’s [opportunity] is [?], is a question mark.
Sometimes he is very lucky, sometimes he is extremely unlucky.
He has known this since he was a child.
When you reach the realm of a middle-aged Confucian scholar, you can see much more things than ordinary people, including the so-called mysterious and mysterious luck.
"You have been blessed with luck, but you just failed to absorb it, so you sometimes suffer backlash from luck." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Mo Dongfang and marveled.
Since ancient times, there have been very few people with great luck. I didn't expect to see one in Momen.
"Why can't I see it?" Ji Changkong tried his best to open his squinted eyes, unable to see anything special about Mo Dongfang.
In his eyes, this kid is the most ordinary one among the people in Momen, and he looks like a monkey.
If I had to name any advantages, it would be that he has a tough mind and a chivalrous heart.
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he didn't know how to answer. He could only say: "If my junior brother improves his cultivation further, he must be able to see it."
Ji Changkong felt uncomfortable hearing what he said. He blew his beard and glared: "So you are laughing at my low cultivation level?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, senior brother said the wrong thing. Come on, junior brother, drink tea, drink tea." The middle-aged Confucian scholar quickly poured Ji Changkong another cup of spiritual tea.
Ji Changkong took a sip of the spiritual tea with satisfaction, and then thought about seeking some benefits for Momen, and said, "Well, since you can see luck, do you have a solution to prevent it from backlash?"
When Mo Dongfang heard this, he became excited in his heart.
At this time, good and bad luck troubled him for many years. Sometimes it not only brings trouble to yourself, but also to those around you.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "There are solutions, but it's not necessary."
"Talk like a human being." Ji Changkong became impatient.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar immediately explained: "The so-called solution is to peel off part of the luck in the body and then disperse it between the heaven and the earth. If the luck in the body is no longer too heavy, there will naturally be no backlash. "
After he finished speaking, he wanted to take a sip of spiritual tea first and then explain why it was not necessary, but when he saw Ji Changkong squinting at him, he quickly put down the teacup, coughed lightly, and then said warmly: "It's not necessary because it doesn't take long. , you can accommodate this luck yourself."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked Mo Dongfang, "How long have you had this strange phenomenon?"
"Reporting to Sword Master, I don't know very well, but it should be about ten years old." Mo Dongfang recalled.
"That's it. As time goes by, you will slowly be able to accommodate your excessive luck. I think you have hidden most of your charm now. I think it won't be long before you get better." The middle-aged man said. The Confucian scholar nodded.
"How long, how long?" Ji Changkong asked.
"This... there is no definite number, maybe tomorrow, maybe a few years, maybe... longer." He couldn't be sure.
Great luck is equivalent to a gift from heaven, but whether you can eat it or not is your own business.
Some people eat it and then soar to the sky, while some people can't eat it and will naturally die of exhaustion.
In fact, Lu Chaoge didn't even know about this.
He passed [Detection], and the system did not give too many prompts.
He just kept wondering, [Opportunity] must have a certain number, such as Xiaoqiu's [Opportunity 9], his own [Opportunity 3.1415926], how could it be a question mark
Lu Dongli listened on the side, only feeling surprised.
She thought she had taken on an unlucky disciple, but she didn't expect that he was actually a man of great luck.
Mo Dongfang himself was stunned for a moment.
"Me? Great luck?" He always felt that he didn't look like him.
If Lu Chaoge were present, he would definitely not be surprised at all. Instead, he would have a mentality of "that's not normal."
If you didn't have any great luck, could you have met me, joined Momen, become a direct disciple of Momen, and become my nephew
This is great fortune!
Therefore, fortunately he was not there. If he were, he would probably be dragged away directly.
After finishing all the words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar finally had the opportunity to take a sip of the spiritual tea. If he didn't drink it, the taste would be wrong.
He took a sip of the spirit tea, put down the cup, and then focused his attention on Luo Bing, the second senior sister of Momen and Lu Chaoge's capable secretary.
(ps: First update, a little late. Thanks to book friend "uoduck" for the 100,000 starting coin reward, and adding another leader. I didn't expect that there are actually readers from overseas Eugene, I'm a little surprised hahaha, I It’s really red.)
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