Boss, keep a low profile

After putting [Life and Death] into the storage ring, Lu Dongli took the middle-aged scholar and Ji Changkong to the Momen Hall.

Along the way, the middle-aged scholar was like a tourist, enjoying the scenery of the Momen Danqing Peak.

He was looking at the scenery, and the round-faced little chicken Xiaoqiu was looking at him.

As if he noticed the little girl's curiosity about him, the middle-aged scholar looked down at her and smiled at her gently.

The round-faced little chicken remembered the master's teachings to him, and when the elders smiled at him, he should also return a polite smile.

So, she raised her head, and her two braids fell back because of this raising her head, and then, facing the strongest man in Qingzhou...

--a crooked smile.

Lu Dongli: "..."

Damn, so embarrassing, it's all my brother's fault!

Ji Changkong laughed beside him, and the middle-aged scholar didn't care, but thought that this little girl was quite spiritual.

After checking her physique and aptitude, the middle-aged scholar felt that the little Mo Sect was really extraordinary.

"Her aptitude is considered outstanding in the Sword Sect." The middle-aged scholar thought to himself.

He raised his hand and gently patted the round-faced little chicken's head. Seeing that Lu Dongli was about to blame her, he spoke to help her out: "It's okay, it's okay. This child is full of spiritual energy and will achieve unlimited success in the future."

Lu Dongli naturally didn't take it seriously, but... the child took it seriously.

"Then... then can I be better than you?" The round-faced little chicken was instantly excited.

"Xiao Qiu!" Lu Dongli glared at her and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged scholar waved his hand and said, "Do you want to be better than me?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Qiu nodded vigorously, raised her head and said with her chest held high.

Her little round face actually revealed a serious expression. It was obvious that this little girl was not talking nonsense, she was very serious.

The middle-aged scholar asked curiously, "Why do you have such an idea?"

Xiao Qiu raised her head and said loudly, "Because the head master said that since he held the sword, he knew that he would be the leader of the sword, the best in the world!"

"I, Xiao Qiu, want to be as powerful as the head master!"

This arrogant child can't even understand what the word "Kui Shou" means. She can't even write the word "Kui", but it doesn't prevent her from remembering every word the head master said in her heart.

Lu Dongli: "…….."

Where is the crack in the ground? Where is the crack in the ground? I'm looking for a crack online so I can get in quickly.

Brother is really, what nonsense is he talking in front of a child.

And Xiao Qiu, just listen to it, and memorize it!

The middle-aged scholar and Ji Changkong looked at each other, and the two brothers could imagine the scene in their minds.

"Since you hold the sword, you know that you will be the leader of the sword, the best in the world?" The middle-aged scholar chewed on this sentence, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He did not think that this person was arrogant, nor did he think that this person was ridiculous and ignorant.

After all, if a person can't even think about it, how can he do it?

In fact, the middle-aged scholar himself also had endless wonderful feelings in his heart when he first held his own natal sword.

——I was born to practice swords.

After arriving at the Momen Hall, everyone sat down.

Lu Dongli took the initiative to stand up and brew spiritual tea for his master and uncle.

Ji Changkong waved his hand and said, "You sit down, you don't need to brew it."

After that, he glared at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Don't you love brewing tea the most? You can drink it for two hours by yourself. Make it yourself!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly took the tea set from Lu Dongli's hand and said, "Little pear, go back and sit down, I'll do it myself."

Lu Dongli: "..."

She felt that this was a bit rude, and wanted to insist, but the middle-aged scholar winked at her.

He seemed to be really afraid that his junior brother would lose his temper.

This made Lu Dongli realize once again that the master was not bragging. When he was in the Sword Sect, he was probably really ordering the Sword Master to do things.

Xiaoqiu sat on the chair. Because her legs were too short and the tall chair prevented her feet from landing, her two little feet were suspended in the air, shaking from time to time.

She looked at Grandpa Troublemaker and Grandpa Sword Master with curiosity, wondering in her heart: "Isn't it said that Grandpa Sword Master is the best in the world? Why does it seem that Grandpa Troublemaker is more powerful?"

As for the other true disciples of the Mo Sect, they were also standing at the gate of the hall at this moment.

With the status and position of these two distinguished guests, how could they have the right to sit down.

Xiaoqiu relied on Ji Changkong's pampering of her. It was Ji Changkong who carried her to the seat.

The middle-aged scholar raised the kettle and poured a cup of spiritual tea for his junior brother, and then poured it for himself.

He did not drink the tea, but looked up at the Mo Sect disciples who were standing respectfully by the gate, that is, Heiting, Luo Bing, and Mo Dongfang.

After just one look, the middle-aged scholar was stunned.

"These disciples of Mo Men are really weirder than each other." He sighed in his heart.

"Come here, come closer." The middle-aged scholar said to the three people.

Facing the legendary Sword Master, the three people were a little restrained.

This is a big shot, the real strongest in Qingzhou!

They had never thought that one day the Sword Master would suddenly visit Mo Men.

Seeing that the middle-aged scholar seemed to be very interested in the disciples of Mo Men, Lu Dongli introduced them one by one.

The middle-aged scholar first focused his eyes on Mo Dongfang and said, "Your luck is a little weird."

Just this one sentence made Mo Dongfang extremely surprised, and he felt that the Sword Master was worthy of being the Sword Master!

As mentioned before, Mo Dongfang's [Opportunity] is [? ], a question mark.

Sometimes he is very lucky, and sometimes he is very unlucky.

He has known this since he was a child.

At the level of middle-aged Confucian scholars, he can see much more than ordinary people, including the so-called mysterious luck.

"You have luck, but you have not absorbed it, so sometimes you will be backfired by luck." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Mo Dongfang and was amazed.

Since ancient times, there have been very few people with great luck, but I didn't expect to see one in Momen.

"Why can't I see it?" Ji Changkong tried hard to open his squinting eyes, but he couldn't see anything special about Mo Dongfang.

In his eyes, this kid was the most ordinary one among the people in Momen, and he looked like a monkey.

If one must mention his merits, it is his tenacity and chivalry.

The middle-aged scholar did not know how to answer after hearing this, and could only say: "If my junior brother's cultivation level is further improved, he will surely be able to see it."

Ji Changkong felt that his words were not right, and said with a glare: "So you are making fun of my low cultivation level?"

"No, no, it was my senior brother who said the wrong thing. Come on, junior brother, have some tea, have some tea." The middle-aged scholar quickly poured another cup of spiritual tea for Ji Changkong.

Ji Changkong drank the spiritual tea with satisfaction, and then thought about seeking some benefits for the Mo Sect, and said: "Since you can see the luck, do you have a solution to prevent him from backlash?"

Mo Dongfang was also excited after hearing this.

The good and bad luck at this time has troubled him for many years. Sometimes it not only brings trouble to himself, but also to the people around him.

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "There is a solution, but it is not necessary."

"Speak human language." Ji Changkong was impatient.

The middle-aged scholar immediately explained, "The so-called solution is to strip off a part of your luck and then disperse it between heaven and earth. If your luck is no longer too heavy, there will naturally be no backlash."

He wanted to drink 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 in a gentle voice, "It is not necessary because it will not take long for you to accommodate this luck."

The middle-aged scholar asked Mo Dongfang, "How long have you had this strange phenomenon?"

"Reporting to Sword Master, I am not very clear, but it should have been nearly ten years." Mo Dongfang recalled.

"That's it. As time goes by, you will be able to accommodate the excessive luck slowly. I see that you have hidden most of your charm now. I think it won't be long before you get better." The middle-aged scholar nodded.

"How long will it take?" Ji Changkong asked.

"This... there is no fixed 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 is your own business.

Some people eat it and then soar to the sky, while some people can't eat it, so they will naturally die of bloating.

In fact, Lu Chaoge didn't know about this.

He used [Detection], and the system didn't give too many prompts.

He just kept wondering, [Opportunity] must have a fixed number, such as Xiaoqiu's [Opportunity 9] and his own [Opportunity 3.1415926], how can there be a question mark?

Lu Dongli listened to it and was surprised.

She thought she had accepted a hapless disciple, but she didn't expect that he was actually a person with great luck.

Mo Dongfang was stunned when he heard it.

"Me? Great luck?" He always felt that he didn't look like that.

If Lu Chaoge was present, he would definitely not be surprised at all, but would have a mentality of "that's not normal".

If you didn't have great luck, you could meet me, join Mo Men, become a direct disciple of Mo Men, and become my nephew?

This is great fortune!

Therefore, it's a good thing that he was not at the scene. If he was, he would probably be directly dazzled.

After saying all the words, the middle-aged scholar finally had the opportunity to drink a sip of spiritual tea. If he didn't drink it, the taste would be wrong.

He drank a sip of spiritual tea, put the cup down, and then focused his attention on Luo Bing, the second senior sister of Mo Men and Lu Chaoge's capable secretary.

(ps: The first update is a little late. Thanks to the book friend "uoduck" for the 100,000 starting coins reward, and another leader. I didn't expect that there would be overseas readers of Eugene. I'm a little surprised hahaha, I'm really popular.)