Boss, keep a low profile

In Momen, a certain headmaster with a [Opportunity] of 3.1415926 sneezed several times.

Round, wonderful.

"Who is thinking about me?" Lu Chaoge was puzzled.

In the small village, whether it was the middle-aged scholar or the old man with broken legs, they all looked strange.

After hearing what Luo Heshan said, the handsome boy with red lips and white teeth nodded and said, "Yes... yes."

His name is Yang Shu, the seventh among the disciples of Momen. He was the younger junior brother of Momen before Xiaoqiu entered the sect, and the youngest disciple of Lu Dongli.

If there is no second Momen in Qinglongchuan, and no second headmaster Lu Chaoge of Momen, then the Lu Chaoge of Momen mentioned by the two seniors must be the uncle.

"The headmaster uncle is indeed called Lu Chaoge..."

The voice of the young Yang Shu is not strong and low, as if he was forgotten during the voice change period.

The old man with a broken leg looked at the young man who lowered his head, and then looked at the middle-aged scholar beside him, and felt a little headache.

"You just said that Ji Changkong wanted to take Lu Chaoge as his apprentice, but he refused on the grounds that he already had a master, and only formed a friendship of a sword master, and then turned around and took Lu Chaoge's sister Lu Dongli as his apprentice?" Luo Heshan asked.

The middle-aged scholar smiled gently and nodded: "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 spread from the old man, and the middle-aged scholar quickly flicked his fingers, and a stream of clear water wrapped up the young man to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable due to the pressure.

Luo Heshan's throat was hoarse, and he said indignantly: "It's messy, too messy!"

The mess he said naturally refers to the messy generation.

Luo Heshan was originally a casual cultivator, so he didn't have any sectarianism.

The boy was the most satisfactory disciple among all the people he had met so far.

And the boy was saved by him by chance. In his opinion, this was fate.

Therefore, although he and the boy never referred to each other as master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple.

The old man did not mind that his only disciple had two masters. In his opinion, everything had a first come first served, and it would not be good for the other person to break the master-disciple relationship with the disciple who was accepted first.

Moreover, with his seniority, his prestige, and his realm, he was naturally respected by the world.

If they really met the boy's master, they would definitely talk about their own things.

Even Jian Zun had to call him senior, so the female elder of Mo Men named Lu Dongli would not really put on the posture of a master in front of him, right?

Basic etiquette still had to be there.

But.... Old Naughty Boy Ji Changkong was an exception.

Since Lu Dongli is Ji Changkong's disciple, if Ji Changkong knows about this, he might show off to me the next time they meet!

No, not maybe, he will definitely!

He will definitely hunch his back, squint his eyes, laugh undisguisedly, and take advantage of me in terms of seniority.

When he thought of this, the old man with a broken leg felt that he couldn't control his temper.

Is this world so small?

At this moment, the old man even thought about whether he should use the last sword that had not been unsheathed yet on Ji Changkong?

The middle-aged scholar could probably guess what Luo Heshan was thinking, but he didn't know how to get out of the predicament for a while.

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 instructions.

Ji Changkong's temper, the old naughty boy, was actually at least half of the reason for him.

The old man with a broken leg glanced at the young Yang Shu who was still collecting the materials for the straw sandals on the ground, and said unhappily: "Don't collect them, go and fetch two more buckets of water!"

Yang Shu, whose palms were red and whose hands were numb and weak, looked up in surprise, but because he was very afraid of the old man, he didn't dare to disobey his wishes.

So, he had to obey the order obediently and stood up and said: "Yes."

Then, he dragged his tired body to get the empty bucket.

The middle-aged scholar looked at him and snapped his fingers again.

A warm current flowed into his body, which made Yang Shu's tired body recover a little.

Just when he was about to bow and thank him, he saw the middle-aged scholar waved his hand, and the smile on his face was still gentle and elegant, saying: "I will chat with Senior Luo for a few words, you can come back slowly."

This was a signal that he didn't need to work so hard and rush so that he could take his time to get water.

Yang Shu nodded, and before leaving, he looked back.

"This senior is just like the head master, both are good people." Yang Shu thought in his heart.

When Yang Shu's figure disappeared around the courtyard, the middle-aged scholar said, "This boy is too beautiful. He must have been burdened with a lot of unnecessary things on his way to growth."

He and the old man have lived for so long, so they naturally know that a man who is too beautiful is not necessarily a good thing.

It is easy to receive malicious intent from the same sex.

Especially for 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 a voice that has not yet changed.

Like on Earth, many people at most call such people "sissy" and call them "sissy", but in the ancient Tianxuan Realm, there may be more insulting words.

For young people whose minds are not yet mature, sometimes language is also a sharp sword, like a knife.

The old man with a broken leg looked outside the door, then looked at his disabled legs, and said, "There are so many ignorant people in the world who only know how to judge people by appearance."

In this regard, he actually has a say.

The old man lowered his head and continued to weave the straw sandals in his hands. Although he always had a bad face when Yang Shu was around, he smiled faintly at this time and said: "This child has a good character."

His sword, his inheritance, is too special and too heavy.

This is not just swordsmanship, but also responsibility.

If you have a bad character, you can't take it.

……….

……….

On the other side, Yang Shu carried a bucket of water, and walked at a normal speed on the small village path without being in a hurry in the past.

"Is the head master so powerful now?" Yang Shu thought in his heart. He missed Momen a little and missed everyone in Momen a little.

When he went down the mountain, Lu Chaoge's cultivation was still stuck in the initial realm 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 Momen, was not surprised.

In their hearts, the head master is like the sun in the sky.

The disciples of Momen have an inexplicable admiration and trust for Lu Chaoge.

In the small village, Yang Shu, who is rarely free, walks and looks, and from time to time, he can still see people secretly talking about something after seeing him.

Yang Shu has long stopped caring about this.

His Taoist body and his voice are innate. Other people's pointing and gossip around him cannot change all this.

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 and was a little absent-minded.

To be honest, he asked himself and felt that he was born more like a girl.

Now recalling his life over the past ten years, he feels like a dream.

He never thought that he would become a cultivator one day, and he never thought that the head master would keep him instead of his two cousins.

He first met the head master and the master in the small courtyard in Zaoli County.

As mentioned before, usually around the winter solstice every year, it is the day for the brother and sister to become mortals.

They will go to the small courtyard in Zaoli County to live for a few days, living like mortals without cultivation. This is the order of their father Lu Qingfeng. This habit has continued since they were children.

As for weekdays, the brother and sister must live in the bamboo house in Danqing Peak of Momen, and the small courtyard in Zaoli County is naturally empty.

In this case, someone is occasionally needed to maintain and clean the courtyard regularly.

After all, the brother and sister cannot use their cultivation after going down the mountain. How can they clean it once a year?

Originally, there was someone in charge of this matter, almost equivalent to the old housekeeper of the Lu family's small house.

But the old housekeeper was old, so he brought three of his nephews to be chosen by the brother and sister to take over his job.

Xiao Yangshu was among them, and the other two were his cousins.

Lu Chaoge looked at the three and told them to clean the courtyard.

After the three received the order, they started to work.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli went outside to hang out.

Xiao Yangshu had been weak and sick since he was a child. There was a strange cold in his body, which invaded him every night and made him unable to sleep.

Compared with him, his two cousins ​​were more like standard farmers. They had dark skin, strong bodies, and great strength and endurance when working.

Yangshu was panting with exhaustion, and his two cousins ​​watched from the side. They even saw their cousin's cute panting and made a few jokes from time to time, and imitated him, saying that his panting was more shy than that of the girls in the city.

Yangshu's face flushed red, and he continued to work without saying a word.

At this time, the three found that there was a rotting corpse of a wild cat in the courtyard.

The two cousins ​​felt disgusted and a little scared.

Although the two found the corpse first, they refused to clean it up.

In the end, Yang Shu gritted his teeth, suppressed his disgust and fear, and disposed of the corpse.

The two cousins ​​watched from the side, imitating his raised orchid fingers, his tightly wrinkled beautiful eyes, and his girlish demeanor when he picked up the corpse.

Little did they know that everything that happened in the yard was within the range of Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli's spiritual perception.

Lu Chaoge frowned slightly, and he remembered his student days. There were always a few so-called sissies in the school, and there were always many classmates who laughed at them.

In this regard, Lu Chaoge has always had his own set of judgment criteria.

He refused to pick it up or clean it up, which was obviously something that the three of them should deal with together. Others completed it diligently and responsibly, and mocked him for being too sissy and not having the slightest masculinity?

Many men like to show off their manliness and their manly side.

But where does a man's so-called manliness come from?

Is it his appearance, his movements, or his demeanor?

Or 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 muttered a sentence that Lu Chaoge said to him when he returned to the courtyard.

A sentence that no one had ever told him since he was a child.

"The work in this yard will be handed over to you from now on, little man."

(ps: First update, every time a new disciple of Momen appears, I will write a story about their first encounter with Brother Zhuai. Now looking back at the previous paragraphs, I have to say - it's damn well written!)