Boss, keep a low profile

It was getting darker, and everything was coming to an end in the main hall of Chunqiu Mountain.

Hengyin, the leader of Chunqiu Mountain, was wearing a black robe and sitting on the main seat. He decided: "Since the three uncles want to test Master Lu, and Master Lu is happy to accept it, then let's do it."

As he said, he glanced at Lu Chaoge on the guest seat and said: "Master Lu, take a good rest in the elegant courtyard today."

Lu Chaoge nodded slightly and said: "Okay."

This time in Chunqiu Mountain, as he expected, there will definitely be some minor twists and turns.

But Hengyin, as the leader of Chunqiu Mountain, has a certain status and position, as well as his own cultivation level. Although he is a rival in love, it is not easy for him to go down personally... right?

At least for now, it won't happen.

As for tomorrow's test, Lu Chaoge has a good attitude.

He is the kind of person who never reviews before the exam, so let's see tomorrow.

After leaving the main hall of Chunqiu Mountain, Pei Qianqian came to say goodbye to Lu Chaoge.

"Uncle Lu, I'm going to find my master." The energetic girl said to Lu Chaoge.

"Go." Lu Chaoge waved at her.

Lu Chaoge was quite regretful that he could not see the legendary Saint Master today.

After all, the Saint Master is not only strong, but also good-looking.

If you say who has the most delicious soft rice in Tianxuan Realm, it is definitely the Saint Master.

After Pei Qianqian left, Lu Chaoge came to Jiang Xinyan and said jokingly: "Xinyan, where is your residence in Chunqiu Mountain? Why don't you invite me to sit down?"

Then he said: "Since we are Taoist companions, how can you go home to rest while I go to Chunqiu Mountain to stay in the elegant courtyard?"

Lu Chaoge said this purely to tease her.

After all, even when they were in Momen, Jiang Xinyan lived in a bamboo house as a guest, and never stayed in Lu Chaoge's bamboo house.

Jiang Xinyan heard this, and there was no change in his expression on his cold cheeks, but his ears were slightly red.

"Follow me." She said to Lu Chaoge.

"Hmm?" Lu Chaoge even suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Jiang Xinyan said softly: "I... I'm afraid that you will encounter some trouble tonight, don't think too much."

The two have not progressed to that step yet, not to mention that even if she thinks it over and Lu Chaoge thinks it through, the conditions do not allow it.

Lu Chaoge, who is level 43, can still be described by a classic song in front of Jiang Xinyan, who is level 61 - "What kind of man is he".

- Damn the body refining style!

Just as Lu Chaoge was about to say something, Jiang Xinyan grabbed him and turned into a stream of light, flying towards his residence.

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Momen, Danqing Peak.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the green smoke in front of him, and looked at the talisman paper that troubled the sword masters of all generations, which was torn off so lightly. After a moment of slight shock, he looked down at the wooden box.

It was obvious that the other party did not mean to avoid him.

The middle-aged scholar was also curious for a long time, wondering what was in this wooden box that had been passed down for ten thousand years.

Fortunately, Ji Changkong didn't know about this.

Although he and the middle-aged scholar belonged to the same lineage of the Black Bamboo Forest, this matter was only known by the Sword Masters of all generations, so Ji Changkong was kept in the dark.

What would happen if he knew about this?

After the talisman paper was torn off, it burned by itself.

The bloody word [ban] appeared in the air for a moment after the talisman paper burned, and then dissipated.

After the ban was lifted, the middle-aged scholar could vaguely sense the breath of the things placed in the box.

Qingyan gently pushed forward, and the black wooden box was completely opened.

In the wooden box, there was a bamboo flute, a bamboo flute made of black bamboo.

The bamboo flute was ordinary in style, without any tassels or pendants.

The whole flute had a restrained breath and looked like an ordinary object.

But after seeing the bamboo flute, the green smoke in the air stopped, as if it was stunned.

If Lu Chaoge was present, he would definitely ask Aowu: "Did you remember something?"

But the middle-aged scholar did not know much about the existence in the tomb.

He did not know the identity of the other party, nor did he know who the other party was. He just noticed that her breath was consistent with the breath left on the box. She was a terrifying existence that had lived for more than 10,000 years!

Therefore, he did not know that Aowu's memory was seriously lost now.

The black bamboo flute in the wooden box slowly floated up and was then collected in the tomb.

The middle-aged scholar stood there and clearly felt a terrible spiritual power fluctuation in the lonely tomb.

He did not know what happened in the tomb. He only knew that if he did not stop it at this moment, the entire Danqing Peak and the entire Momen would be razed to the ground in an instant!

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and slapped forward.

The chaotic spiritual power in the lonely tomb was instantly absorbed by his palm.

His left hand gently pointed back, and the surrounding restrictions were immediately strengthened.

On Danqing Peak, no one noticed the changes here.

Lu Dongli was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating, with a pair of slender and straight legs crossed, and was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Not to mention her, even Ji Changkong, the second of the four great swords, was only in meditation in the bamboo house, and had no idea that there was a force that could instantly destroy the entire Danqing Peak spreading outward.

The middle-aged scholar's expression did not change at all, and the chaotic and surging spiritual power was completely isolated in front of his palm.

His hair, even the headband on his crown, did not move at all.

The front was surging, and the back was calm, as if they were two different worlds.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after about half an incense stick, everything disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged scholar heard the voice of the person in the tomb again.

"Well, thank you."

He put down his palm and bowed, saying: "Senior, there is no need to be so polite."

- Really a piece of cake.

"After seeing it, I remembered something." The sound of Awoo continued to spread.

She continued: "Is the person who entrusted this thing to you called Lu Li?"

Lu Li, the bizarre Lu Li.

When Lu Chaoge was in the trial place of the Sword Sect, he heard the thousand-year-old peach tree planted by the Green Emperor mention this name.

Then, after he returned to the Mo Sect, he also talked about this name with Awoo.

Awoo told him that she had some impression of Lu Li.

During the ancient catastrophe, the Green Emperor did not fall.

After the ancient catastrophe, he also accepted a disciple. And the name of this disciple is Lu Li!

The middle-aged scholar nodded after hearing this.

The first generation of Sword Master of the Sword Sect is Lu Li!

In other words, the Black Bamboo Forest lineage of the Sword Sect was actually left by the disciples of the Green Emperor!

Awoo saw him nod and didn't speak for a long time, which reminded her of some things.

After a long while, she said, "Well, I'm going to sleep for a while, and thank you."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave first." The middle-aged scholar bowed to the lonely grave again, and after a junior's salute, he left here.

At this moment, in the coffin of the lonely grave, a small hand was holding the black bamboo flute.

And outside the partially opened coffin board, the furry tail that was exposed was swaying gently.

Obviously, she was in a good mood today.

"Well, I remembered a little bit of things again. I said I'm not stupid at all." Awoo said softly, and his tail swayed more happily.

The little hand brushed the black bamboo flute. The bamboo flute, which looked like an ordinary object before, trembled slightly at this moment, showing its own spirituality!

Aowu looked at it and said softly: "You are not left to me by him, but left to him by him."

"But he is not at home."

"Well, let's wait for him to come back together."

As he said that, Aowu hugged the black bamboo flute, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.