Boss, keep a low profile

After getting the approval of the people in the room, the middle-aged Confucian scholar slowly opened the old wooden door.

His movements were very gentle, so that the creaking wooden door did not make much harsh sound.

After walking into the small courtyard, the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw an old man with a broken leg sitting on a big wicker chair.

The old man was knitting straw sandals. Without raising his head, he said simply: "Find a place to sit. I don't have tea here. You can do it yourself."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar first bowed to the old man, and then found a wicker chair and sat down.

The old man who was knitting straw sandals accepted the sword master's bow peacefully and continued with the work at hand. He had no intention of entertaining him warmly.

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open again, and a young man with fair skin, long eyelashes, red lips and white teeth walked into the small courtyard with difficulty carrying a bucket of well water that had just been brought from the well.

The boy has a male body and a female face, and is more beautiful and delicate than most little girls. His facial features have a unique softness, and his eyes are big and bright, but he does not have much heroic spirit. On the contrary, he is like a deer in the forest.

The young man was afraid of strangers. When he saw a stranger coming into the yard today, he felt a little at a loss for a moment, but he still saluted respectfully and said hello to the guest.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his head and glanced at the young man. He saw that the young man's cheeks were rosy. He didn't know whether it was because carrying the bucket was too tiring, or because he was teased and teased by some village women in the village when he was fetching water from the well. .

Most likely a bit of both.

In fact, after the boy came to the small village, he was teased every time he went out. The most terrible thing was that the people teasing him were both men and women.

Who told him to be beautiful and not to be amused at first sight?

And the less often you tease, the more people will tease you.

Even the widow in the village would say to him when she saw him fetching water from the well every day:

"Don't worry, I know you are weak, cluck."

Although the boy didn't understand it, he instinctively found it scary.

"Senior Luo, who is this?" the middle-aged scholar looked at the young man and asked.

The old man is still knitting straw sandals with skillful movements. This crippled old man without legs has spent his whole life knitting shoes.

He said without raising his head: "I am a disabled person. I always need someone to do some menial work for me."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and laughed, and said in his heart: "Senior Luo is really the same as before. He is as keen on transforming into mortals as ever and doesn't like to use spiritual power."

The disabled old man has a weird temperament. Although he has advanced cultivation, he likes to live as a mortal. If he can't use his spiritual power, he will never use it.

This is related to the skills and swordsmanship he practices, and also to his unique character.

"It's just that how did you seal the young man's spiritual power?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar could tell at a glance that this boy with a male body and a female face was actually a practitioner.

It's just that the cultivation level is not high, it is just the first stage of Dzogchen.

He just glanced at the young man briefly and knew his cultivation well. In fact, the young man has been able to break through to the first level a long time ago, but his cultivation is blocked, so naturally he cannot break through. Now he has to live like an ordinary person.

If nothing else, this young man's spiritual power should have been blocked for a year.

"What are you doing standing around stupidly? Want to be lazy? Go pour the water into the water tank, and then go to the well to get a bucket." The old man with the broken leg said displeased.

The young man nodded quickly, struggled to carry the bucket, and poured all the water into the tank with difficulty.

Then, he picked up the empty bucket and trotted out, fearing that the old man would scold him again if he was too slow.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar saw the young man running out of the room out of breath and said, "Senior Luo, this child's physique is quite special."

"I was saved by chance. This child has insufficient innate Qi, and there is still cold Qi in his body." The old man finally finished knitting the straw sandals, threw them on the wooden table, and then began to knit the next one.

Only then did he look up at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Why did you come to me?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Recently, a very interesting young man appeared in Qingzhou. On the night of the winter solstice, he wielded a sword that was somewhat similar to the sword of Senior Luo, so he thought of coming over to visit Senior."

"Oh? Tell me." The old man became a little interested.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar told the old man everything he knew.

"A sword for ten years, he has a good character." The old man commented: "But his sword is different from mine. From what you say, this sword has too much killing intent."

"But there are indeed similarities and differences in approach." The old man added.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and said: "This junior just thinks it's a bit magical, and I don't know where he learned the sword technique."

"It's not my place anyway." The old man said, "You can also tell Ji Changkong that I am not that boy's mysterious master."

At this time, the young man panted and came in carrying the second bucket of water. His steps were shaky, as if he had lost strength. When he stepped across the wooden door, he almost stumbled and fell, causing a lot of well water in the bucket to spill out.

"Clumsy, useless thing." The old man scolded.

The young man shrank his neck, obviously afraid of the old man.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the young man, then at Luo Heshan, who was one of the Four Divine Swords with him, and said, "Okay, I will tell this to my junior brother."

After the young man poured the water into the big bucket, he spontaneously ran over and squatted down to sort out the materials for weaving straw sandals for the old man.

The old man glanced at him and continued his work, saying: "Actually, from what you said, that boy named Lu Chaoge can reach the third level of Sword Intent in the second level, and can also hide the sword. Ten years is indeed very suitable for the inheritance of my lineage. If I had met him in the early years before he had reached his first level, I would have accepted him as my disciple."

The young man who was sorting out the materials suddenly trembled when he heard this. He raised his head and glanced at the old man, with a look of endless surprise on his face and a hesitation in his expression.

"What are you looking at? Keep working. It's not your turn to interrupt when the elders are talking." The old man glared at him, his temper still grumpy.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled gently at the young man to comfort him.

He guessed that this young man who had not yet broken through the first level might be the disciple chosen by senior Luo Heshan.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar knows very well how special the inheritance of Luohe Mountain is.

The four great swords are all powerful in the eighth realm, and Luo Heshan, ranked third, is not actually the eighth realm in the true sense.

He is a fake state.

Luo Heshan's true cultivation level is the sixth level of Dzogchen.

In other words, under normal circumstances, Luo Heshan's combat power is even inferior to that of the Seventh Realm.

However, such a person is still ranked third among the Four Divine Swords before Li Suifeng, the leader of the Sword Sect.

Moreover, if there is anyone else in the world whose sword can make even middle-aged Confucian scholars feel fearful, it is the sword of Luo Heshan!

In terms of seniority, Luo Heshan was the same generation as his master, a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He has lived a long time and is very old.

With his cultivation level, he may actually have a short lifespan.

Luoheshan does not belong to any sect in Qingzhou, but is a casual cultivator.

The swordsmanship and techniques he practiced were extremely special, and his natal sword could only be unsheathed ten times in his life.

This is why Ji Changkong and the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt that Lu Chaoge's sword was somewhat similar to Luo Heshan.

The reason why Luo Heshan can be regarded as a pseudo-eighth realm is because as long as his natal sword is unsheathed, he will no longer be a sword cultivator in the sixth realm of Dzogchen.

The combat power he can display will reach the terrifying eighth level of perfection!

Under normal circumstances, everyone knows that Sword Master is the best swordsman in the world.

But when Luo Heshan's natal sword is unsheathed, whether the sword master can defeat him has always been a topic that Qingzhou sword cultivators like to debate after dinner.

As for the answer to this question, perhaps only middle-aged Confucian scholars and disabled elderly people know it from the bottom of their hearts.

For all the sword cultivators in the Tianxuan world, they are very eager to see Master Sword Master having a sword fight with Luo Heshan.

It's a pity that due to the particularity of Luohe Mountain's swordsmanship and skills, it is destined to be impossible to waste this precious sword in daily sparring.

Every sword of his was used to save the common people, and was used where it was most needed and where it was most worthwhile.

His sword is the sword that protects Qingzhou and the sword that protects the rivers and mountains of Yongzhen.

The most important thing is that so far, this old man with disabled legs has drawn the sword nine times.

In other words, he can only draw the sword once in his life.

Everyone felt that this last sword would be far superior to every previous sword.

Many people firmly believe that Luo Heshan's tenth sword may be able to reach the legendary ninth realm!

Reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship that all swordsmen, including middle-aged Confucian scholars, dream of—a sword in the ninth realm!

The old man who was still knitting straw sandals put down the unfinished straw sandals in his hand and said: "There are actually many sword-sealing techniques in the world, but in the final analysis, they all originate from the inheritance of my lineage. The other sword techniques are all from It evolved."

"You just said that this Lu Chaoge is not a disciple of your Sword Sect, but has become the leader of a sect at a young age. Which sect does he come from? Let me think about it, whether he is related to my lineage." Luo Heshan Road.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar replied: "It is located in the Qinglongchuan area and is called Momen."

"What?" The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at the young man who dared not say anything beside him, and then at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Momen?" He asked again.

"Exactly." The middle-aged Confucian scholar was slightly surprised, wondering why Senior Luo reacted like this.

Is it possible that Momen, where Lu Chaoge is located, really has a deep connection with the lineage of senior Luo Heshan?

But he soon understood that it was him who wanted to commit suicide.

I also understood why this young man with red lips and white teeth, who looked like a man and a woman, suddenly trembled when he heard the three words Lu Chaoge, and had an expression on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

"The Momen in Qinglongchuan is the Momen where you are?" The old man lowered his head and said to the young man who was squatting on the ground sorting out materials.

The young man was almost spitted on his face. The young man, who looked like a deer in the forest and looked timid, was obviously frightened. He nodded quickly.

"Didn't you tell me earlier?" When the young man nodded, the old man showed a strange expression and said:

"So, he is the master uncle that you always talk about in my ears!?"

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