Boss, keep a low profile

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.

The sword master still had a gentle smile on his face and was not annoyed that his junior brother came to the door with such curses.

It's just that Ji Changkong has the image of a hunchbacked old man, but 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 teacup 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 intention 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?

When Ji Changkong heard this, he was very impressed. He snorted softly and said, "Humph, 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 on this basis.”

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 tea cup.

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 has never heard anything outside the window, let alone Lu Chaoge. If no one comes to talk to him specifically, he will be completely ignorant of what has 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 listen to me!" Ji Changkong said loudly.

"Okay, okay, please tell me, Junior Brother." The middle-aged scholar smiled helplessly.

"I tell you, in fact, there are two heroes in the Mo Sect. Lu Chaoge's sister Lu Dongli is not inferior to him in talent. Now I have accepted her as my disciple. In my opinion, her future achievements will at least be comparable to Yu Yue." Ji Changkong was a little proud.

After all, in terms of quantity, he has already won.

You only have one Yu Yue, and I have one and a half.

"Oh? The sword is so favored by the Mo Sect?" The middle-aged scholar said with a little surprise: "But this is a good thing, why keep it secret?"

Then he continued: "Although there is a difference between the sects, she is not a disciple of my sword sect, but in my opinion, Junior Brother is also a person who doesn't care about these things."

"Alas, 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, it's Senior Brother who is talking too much." The middle-aged scholar was as good-tempered as ever.

This squinting eye looked at his senior brother and said, "Just watch, in a few years, Qingzhou will be lively. The young people of this generation may be better than ours!"

"This is a good thing." The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed with expectation.

Ji Changkong said in a very destructive way: "By then, you only need to know that you have only taught one Yu Yue, but I, your junior brother, have taught one and a half!"

The middle-aged scholar bowed and said, "If this day really comes, senior brother will admit defeat."

"Huh! Just watch!" The old naughty boy was very proud.

After saying that, he still felt that it was not enough, and said, "Senior brother, do you want to go to Momen with me?"

This kind of verbal bragging always felt not enough, it would be better to take him to Momen directly 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 will go with you." The middle-aged scholar directly rejected Ji Changkong's invitation.

"Hmm? Do you have something to deal with?" Ji Changkong squinted his eyes.

He couldn't remember how many years ago his senior brother left Wuming Peak.

"Nothing, just went down the mountain to take a look and travel around." said the middle-aged scholar.

"You also know that you are separated from the entire Tianxuan Realm?" Ji Changkong disliked his appearance of staying at home.

The middle-aged scholar nodded quickly, then looked up at the gray sky and said, "The sky is going to change."

…….

…….

Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli sent off He Ying, a true disciple of the Sword Sect, who was reluctant to leave.

She was thinking that if Master Lu kept her, she would stay in Momen for a few days, but this man was really cold and fascinating.

"Brother, I didn't expect that the leader of the Sword Sect would give us top resources." Lu Dongli, as the little housekeeper of Momen, was obviously a little excited.

Most of the money and cultivation resources of Momen are controlled by her. Lu Chaoge knows that this girl is not obsessed with money. With her temperament, she will not do such a thing, but she is very good at calculating.

Lu Chaoge is also happy about this.

The public beta is about to start. Although the sand sculpture players are more frugal in cultivation resources than normal practitioners, they are not the kind of people who can grow up by eating northwest wind.

Although Momen has Ning Ying to take care of it, Lu Chaoge does not want Aunt Ning to support the entire Momen alone.

"Just support me."

Therefore, the generosity of the leader of the Sword Sect can really solve the urgent problem.

Moreover, Momen has 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 are still three days before the public beta.

He has begun to look forward to it in advance.

Compared with the mere 10,000 players in the internal beta, the public beta is much more impressive.

Countless sand sculptures fell from the sky. They called themselves the fourth disaster. From some perspectives, they were indeed like locusts passing through.

Those monsters in the enemy camp were about to meet their doomsday.

In Lu Chaoge's eyes, this was an opportunity for the development of Momen!

Of course, there were so many players in this world, and even if Momen was a super-large group, it was impossible for it to eat all the players.

The first thing Lu Chaoge had to do was to screen.

To be precise, he didn't need too many players to join Momen.

He only needed those big guilds and professional clubs that he had taken a fancy to join Momen.

It didn't need everyone to come, as long as those important people joined Momen.

His recent deeds were being circulated outside.

The public beta will be in three days, and the heat will definitely not come down in three days.

By then, players are likely to hear different versions of Lu Chaoge's deeds.

It can also indirectly create momentum!

"The foreshadowing has been done." He was very satisfied.

Now we just have to wait for them to join the pit.

This time, Lu Chaoge didn't plan to go down the mountain.

Because he knew very well how chaotic it would be in the first few days of the public beta.

He might as well stay in Momen for some quiet time.

Anyway, he was not in the mountain, but his legend was circulating in the mountain.

This effect might be better than if he went down the mountain himself.

Sand sculpture players are just like this. The more distance they feel, the more they may want to get closer!

Anyway, the thirty menial disciples who had been accepted had logged off on the way to Momen.

After the public beta, they would definitely rush to Momen as soon as possible, and they would be more anxious than the others.

And these thirty people were Lu Chaoge's new flyers.

The reputation of Momen can be raised to a higher level through their mouths.

As for Lu Chaoge, he should just be a master in the mountains.

"What's the saying?"

"I will not try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me!"

As the night deepened, Lu Chaoge sent Lu Dongli back to the house and walked to his bamboo house on his own.

It was winter now, and the night wind was already cool.

Lu Chaoge was wearing a thin green robe and walking in the moonlight.

He did not rush back to the house, but came to a pillar outside the house.

There were scratches on the pillar.

That was the height that Lu Qingfeng drew for the brother and sister when they were young.

Lu Chaoge was slightly taller than his peers since he was a child, with an upright posture and a slender body.

Lu Qingfeng was not short either, but judging from his growth, Lu Chaoge would definitely surpass him.

Unfortunately, until Lu Qingfeng died, he never saw the day when Lu Chaoge was taller than him.

Lu Chaoge walked to the pillar, then straightened his back, put his hand on his head, and turned around to look.

The position of his right hand was much higher than the top scratch.

From the moment he crossed into the Tianxuan Realm and opened his eyes, he no longer felt that he was a child, after all, he had an adult soul.

But when he was raised by this couple and got what he lacked in his previous life, he realized that people who were truly loved by their parents would always be children.

"Time flies so fast." Lu Chaoge couldn't help but sigh.

In three days, it will be the public beta of "Tianxuan Realm", and in ten days, it will be this year's winter solstice.

That day was not only Xiaolizi's birthday, but also the day when the demon cultivators of the Purple Moon Society gathered at the base.

Lu Chaoge touched the [Mo Ring] on his index finger, and his natal sword [Not Late] appeared in his hand.

He stroked the sword, feeling the emotional fluctuations of the sword spirit.

The natal sword and the sword cultivator are in tune with each other, and he can sense that the sword spirit of [Not Late] has been particularly active recently.

In a blink of an eye, the sword has been sealed for nearly ten years.

At first, the sword was sealed as an investment, just for fun.

But when his parents passed away, this sword had a different meaning.

Lu Chaoge's hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and he could feel how powerful the sword energy sealed in it was!

It is precisely because of this that every time [Not Late] is in his hand, he has great confidence!

"You are looking forward to this day like me, right?" Lu Chaoge said to his natal sword.

[Not Late] shook slightly in response.

(ps: The second update, 4,000 words, and another 8,000-word update a day.)

I recommend a historical book "The Qin Revolution". The author's photos in women's clothing are at the level of Internet celebrities, and there is something, hahahaha.