Boss, keep a low profile

On the altar, Tianji Sanren listened to the words of the Purple Moon Society demon cultivator, his face was gloomy and extremely ugly.

The sentence "You are very good at calculating, go ahead", can be said to be not very hurtful, but extremely insulting.

This demon cultivator said such words in a similar teasing way, obviously not taking Tianji Sanren's divination ability seriously.

Tianji Sanren's old palm holding the bamboo stick slightly exerted force, and his eye sockets were deep on his thin old face.

He glanced at the Purple Moon Society demon cultivator with his only remaining half-blind eye. This gray-black eye suddenly had a slight change, giving people a strong sense of chaos.

With just one glance, he had used the power given to him by the Heavenly Dao and saw the end of this Purple Moon Society demon cultivator.

"Huh, are you scaring me?" The Purple Moon Society demon cultivator looked at this single eye that made him feel a little palpitating, and continued to speak coldly.

Most demon cultivators do not believe in fate. They do evil and do not take retribution seriously.

Therefore, people like Tianji Sanren are just charlatans in their eyes.

Little do they know that some people look like charlatans, but they are really very powerful behind the scenes.

"Your name is Chonghui, right? I have seen your end." Tianji Sanren smiled, and he no longer took the previous ridicule of the Purple Moon Society demon cultivator to heart.

A dying man wants to talk, so let him say a few words.

"Playing tricks." The demon cultivator named Chonghui sneered, and did not take Tianji Sanren's words to heart.

In his opinion, Tianji Sanren is just a mysterious leader of an intelligence agency.

He also does all kinds of despicable things behind the scenes.

Look, he just made a deal with us, a demon cultivator despised by practitioners.

He is holding the soul jade, so he must not do anything good.

To put it simply, that is - this old man is very bad!

If such a person can spy on the secrets of heaven, then the thing called the Way of Heaven is really interesting.

At best, it is just relying on the powerful intelligence behind it to make deductions.

Tianji Sanren did not comment on Chonghui's continuous ridicule. Tianji Sanren, who thought he had seen the end of his life, had a different mentality.

This kind of high and mighty, like a god on earth, always makes him particularly intoxicated.

Just now, he saw that soon, a long sword would pierce Chonghui's body.

This long sword has a unique appearance and is completely black.

Even the sword body and the tip of the sword are black.

This makes Tianji Sanren feel inexplicably familiar.

Although he has never seen this sword, he always feels that something is wrong.

Soon, a message flashed through his mind!

——Lu Chaoge's [Not Late]!

Tianji Sanren had seen Lu Chaoge solve the bird disaster outside Feiniao City. But at that time, Lu Chaoge's [Not Late] had never been unsheathed.

But from the information he collected and the description of [Not Late] from the outside world, it is said that this is a sword that is completely black, as if stained by ink.

"Could it be his sword?" Tianji Sanren thought in his heart.

With this thought, he leaned on his bamboo stick and looked at Chonghui with his single eye that had returned to gray and black, saying: "I heard that your Ziyue Society was wiped out by a young sword cultivator with only the second level of cultivation at a certain base in Qinglongchuan?"

As he said this, he deliberately put on a look of sarcasm with Chonghui and said: "I wonder how much damage there is?"

Chonghui glanced at him and said: "Humph, old man, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

He naturally knew about this shocking battle. A sword cultivator with only the second level of cultivation actually swung an unmatched sword and killed [July Messenger] Yaoyi with one sword!

You know, Chonghui himself is only at the level of six rounds of purple moon, one less than Yaoyi.

Although he knew very well that Yao Yi had a high rank in the organization because she was special, not because she was so strong. However, it was still outrageous that she was killed by a young swordsman like this.

The most important thing was that he witnessed Yao Yi getting that opportunity with his own eyes.

She merged with Chi Xiao on this altar!

Chi Xiao's blood and soul poured into her body.

He still remembered the beautiful scene when she was naked and burned by the fire of Chi Xiao and screamed in agony.

"What a pity." Chong Hui thought.

At the same time, what he couldn't understand the most was that if Yao Yi was killed, Chi Xiao would probably revive.

How did this weak swordsman named Lu Chaoge kill Chi Xiao!

Tianji Sanren looked at him and continued with his hoarse throat: "The Qinglongchuan stronghold was destroyed, and you Ziyuehui didn't plan to do anything to the small Momen?"

Chong Hui glanced at him, did not speak, but made a seal with both hands, and then pressed his palms on the altar.

The next moment, Tianji Sanren was "invited" out of the altar.

Tianji Sanren, leaning on a bamboo stick, looked at the bright moon in the sky, looked back at the boulder, chuckled, and flew to the west.

He was going to make his sixteenth move.

………

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A small village by the sea on the border of Qingzhou.

For the villagers, tonight is just another simple night.

They live here, day after day, year after year. The most recent news for them is that a relative who looks like a scholar came to the home of the old man with a broken leg who made straw sandals and stayed for more than half a month.

Compared with the beautiful poplar trees, the village women in the village actually prefer middle-aged Confucian scholars.

Yang Shu is so pretty, even prettier than the prettiest girl in the village.

But the middle-aged scholar is different. Although he looks ordinary, he has an elegant temperament, which is the type that these uneducated village women admire.

Therefore, in the past half month, their hips have been swinging very happily, and the bold ones have even sent their eyes.

In their opinion, the middle-aged scholar must be a city person. It is said that city people like to eat wild vegetables the most.

Similarly, men in the city may also... um~ um~

Yang Shu, who already knew the identity of the middle-aged scholar, felt complicated when watching what these aunts did every day.

That's the Sword Master, the strongest man in Qingzhou...

In the past half month, the middle-aged scholar and the old man with a broken leg spent most of their time discussing the Tao.

They did not avoid Yang Shu, but he couldn't understand.

His realm was still too low, far from it.

For him, the arrival of the Sword Master did not make too big a change in his life.

The biggest change was that he called the old man with a broken leg "grandpa" at first, but the old man wanted to take him as a disciple, so he asked him to call him "master". But since the middle-aged scholar came, the old man with a broken leg, Luo Heshan, began to ask Yang Shu to call him "grandpa" again.

He couldn't let Ji Changkong take advantage of him for no reason.

There was no need for master and apprentice! Just recognize a grandson!

A master can teach an apprentice, and a grandfather can naturally teach a grandson!

Wonderful!

At this moment, the young Yang Shu was carrying a bucket to fetch water according to his grandfather's instructions in the past.

After he endured a wave of teasing from the villagers, he returned to the small courtyard and saw the middle-aged scholar asking for resignation.

"Is Lord Jianzun leaving?" Yang Shu thought in his heart.

After getting along for half a month, he felt that Lord Jianzun was an extremely approachable person, without airs and gentle in nature. Even if he was teased by the village women like himself every day, his face was always filled with smiles.

Unlike grandpa, he has such a bad temper.

The middle-aged scholar bowed to Luo Heshan and said, "Senior Luo, I have been bothering you for half a month, and it is time to leave. But before I leave, I want to go to the Eye of Chaos to take a look. Is that okay?"

Luo Heshan nodded, glanced at Yang Shu, and said, "Boy, you go with me."

"Ah?" Yang Shu, who had just poured the well water in the bucket into the big vat, couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Ah what!" The irritable Luo Heshan glared at him and said, "Since you have accepted the inheritance of this old man, it is time to know your responsibilities."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the figures of the three disappeared in the courtyard.

When Yang Shu regained his vision, the three were already suspended above an endless ocean!

Yang Shu knew that the village was located on the border of Qingzhou, and this sea area was the endless sea outside Qingzhou.

The sea seemed calm, but in fact, it was turbulent.

The middle-aged scholar looked down at the sea, then nodded secretly, with a look of relief on his face.

Yang Shu looked down, let alone the Eye of Chaos, he saw nothing but the sea water.

Luo Heshan looked at Yang Shu, who was confused, and said: "Boy, [Eye of Chaos] is at the deepest part of the Endless Sea. With your cultivation, you naturally can't see there."

"Grandpa, what is the Eye of Chaos?" Yang Shu still couldn't help his curiosity.

He couldn't figure out what it was that made the Sword Master so concerned.

Luo Heshan looked at him and said: "The Eye of Chaos is the place where the strange beasts appeared. The first strange beasts that appeared in the Tianxuan Realm were the Eye of Chaos from the deep seabed!"

"What!" Yang Shu was shocked when he heard this.

"Don't worry, the Eye of Chaos has been normal for nearly ten thousand years, but it has always existed." Luo Heshan said.

At this time, Yang Shu couldn't help but think of the responsibilities that the old man had just told him.

Luo Heshan seemed to have guessed Yang Shu's thoughts. He looked at the sea and said lightly, "And I am the first line of defense set up by Qingzhou outside the Eye of Chaos."

An old man with a broken leg is the first line of defense of an entire state!

One man and one sword are a high wall by the sea!

He looked at Yang Shu and said, "If I die, this job will be handed over to you."

This short sentence frightened Yang Shu's beautiful and delicate face to death.

He was originally a beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth. At this moment, even his lips were slightly pale and his body began to tremble.

Because he was born too beautiful, he actually felt a kind of pale face.

——This is a huge burden!

Yang Shu looked at Luo Heshan and thought that his grandfather would scold him.

Because he knew that his grandfather hated his timid appearance the most. Every time he saw it, he would feel that he was very disappointing and then scolded him.

But at this time, he saw a kind and gentle smile on Luo Heshan's face for the first time.

The old man patted the handsome boy's head gently and said, "I'm not dead yet. You want to carry the burden, but it's not your turn yet."

This sentence made the young Yang Shu's mentality slightly better, but only slightly.

He couldn't help but think of his third brother Mo Dongfang's favorite story about the Monkey King, and the Monkey King's Dinghai Shenzhen.

But... can I do it?

How can a small sapling stabilize this vast ocean?

The middle-aged scholar looked at the trembling boy and smiled.

He couldn't help but think of the time when he asked Luo Heshan why he chose this child, Senior Luo's reply was: "This kid is a little timid, but very brave."

The old man believed that even if he died and the Eye of Chaos, which had been intact for thousands of years, really had an abnormality, this child would take on his responsibilities.

On that day, this boy, who was the most effeminate in the eyes of ordinary people, might swing the most manly sword in the world!

(ps: The recent chapters are about to reveal a corner of the world background. When I was writing this chapter, I read the news in the past few days about the border, and I felt mixed emotions. Then I remembered the "Night Player" I wrote before. I am very proud that I have also written works with this kind of subject matter and core, although it is not perfect)