Boss, keep a low profile

Qingzhou, Momen.

Everyone sat down outside Lu Chaoge's small courtyard, and Lu Chaoge personally made tea for everyone.

After pouring out a cup of spiritual tea, he would tap his fingertips lightly on the stone table, and the tea cup would float, and then fall steadily into the hands of others.

Xiaoqiu watched eagerly that all the senior brothers and sisters had tea, then she looked at Lu Chaoge and said, "Uncle, uncle! Where is mine! Where is mine!"

Lu Chaoge smiled slightly and said, "You want to drink too?"

With that said, he poured a glass for Xiaoqiu.

The little chicken with a round face took a small sip and then stuck out his tongue. His little fleshy face was wrinkled like a swollen meat bun, and his facial features were almost squeezed together.

"Ah, it's so painful!" Xiaoqiu said loudly.

She couldn't understand why some people liked to drink such a bitter thing so much.

Lu Chaoge smiled and said, "You will understand later that bitterness is also a taste."

After speaking, he looked at the poplar tree and said, "Tell me, what have you experienced in the past few years since you came down the mountain?"

Yang Shu nodded. After recalling it for a while, he felt that the content was not so twisty and bizarre, but actually it was very simple.

Yang Shu has heard since he was a child that the four major states in the Tianxuan Realm are surrounded by sea water.

He had a longing for the sea and wanted to see what the real sea looked like, so he headed all the way to the direction of the endless sea.

Next to a small fishing village, I met a water ghost by chance. The young Yang Shu knew he was no match, but he still drew his sword and moved forward, and then...he was beaten by Fatty.

When he woke up, he was in a dilapidated small courtyard, and his cultivation was sealed.

A grumpy old man with a broken leg claimed to have saved him and then used him like a servant.

After using it for a few months, he started to be asked to fetch water from the well every day.

It was only later that Yang Shu found out that this lonely old man was actually one of the four legendary divine swords. He was a figure that every sword master would call "senior" when he saw him.

After hearing his experience, Mo Dongfang suddenly felt that his own experience was no longer good.

When he encountered a dragon beast on the road, he drew his sword boldly and was then rescued by Jiang Xinyan.

He originally wanted to tell his junior brothers about this experience and show off it when Yang Shu returned to the clan.

Now it's better, I met one of the Four Divine Swords directly.

But then Mo Dongfang thought about it, the senior Jiang Xinyan who saved him later became the Taoist companion of our head master!

With this thought in mind, Mo Dongfang felt - this senior brother has won!

After Lu Chaoge thought for a while, he said to Yang Shu: "Yang Shu, show me your natal sword."

"Yes, uncle." Yang Shu absolutely obeyed Lu Chaoge's words.

When he took out his natal sword, everyone in Momen focused their attention on this sword.

Everyone knows that the leader once sealed his sword for ten years, and then at the end of his cultivation, he unleashed a terrifying sword that was comparable to the fifth realm.

And the art of hiding and raising swords practiced in Luo Heshan seems to be somewhat similar to that of the former master?

The sword embryo of Yang Shu's natal sword was also made by Ning Ying.

As one of the rare masters of weapon refining in the Tianxuan world, Ning Ying can be said to be particularly caring for Momen.

The Luohe Mountain lineage has extremely high requirements for the sword embryo of the natal sword. Otherwise, it will not be able to withstand constant warming and maintenance.

After all, the starting point of the sword embryo has already determined its upper limit.

The so-called raising and hiding of swords in this lineage is actually to develop the power of the natal sword to its limit.

If Mo Sect was an ordinary Xia Bai Sect, the sword embryos would definitely be low-level sword embryos. In that case, even if Luo Heshan valued Yang Shu's character, it would not be possible to accept him as his successor.

Because the sword cultivator can only have one natal sword in his life, and there is no way to change it.

If it is a low-grade sword embryo, even if it is forcibly strengthened with Luo Heshan's magical power, the upper limit will definitely not be as high as that of other high-grade sword embryos.

Because of this, Lu Chaoge couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Praise Aunt Ning."

Without this leader, the disciples in the sect would miss opportunities.

I kind of miss this plump and beautiful woman wearing a loose robe that can be held up.

Yang Shu's natal sword looks like an ordinary bronze sword, except that this sword is slightly shorter than the ordinary bronze sword. At the same time, its tip is not very sharp. There is a dull feeling.

The shape of this sword, like other sword embryos produced by Ning Ying, is in a simple style. There are no fancy patterns or decorations, but it gives people a good feeling.

However, this sword cannot be drawn out no matter what.

If Lu Chaoge forcefully pulls out the sword now, then Yang Shu's efforts during this period will be in vain.

He felt it carefully and found that even he could not forcefully pull out the sword without using all his strength.

This represents the ordinary fifth realm, which simply cannot do this!

"This art of hiding and raising swords is really wonderful!" Lu Chaoge praised.

The sword-raising technique taught to him by the demon clan worshiping Aowu is a bit like a simplified and weakened version of this type.

Lu Chaoge estimated that if he had practiced this set of [skills], then after ten years of sealing the sword, once it was unsheathed, the power it could unleash might have increased several times!

After all, he can maintain it every day and invest a lot of experience points.

However, it can only be unsheathed ten times in a lifetime, which is too restrictive.

This [skill] is too extreme. In fact, it is not the right path. Instead, it is an eccentric approach.

The consequence is that the sword is stronger than the man.

Fortunately, the natal sword has a connection with its master, and it is impossible to betray the master.

Lu Chaoge returned Yang Shu's natal sword to him and said, "If I remember correctly, Senior Luo probably has the last sword left."

Yang Shu nodded and said: "Grandpa said that if he doesn't meet a worthy opponent with this sword, he will take it into the coffin and never use it for the rest of his life."

"These words are quite domineering." Lu Chaoge said.

He looked at Yang Shu and said, "Senior Luo, has he ever said that a person of what level is worthy of being an opponent of this sword?"

Yang Shu shook his head and said: "Grandpa didn't say a clear realm. He only said...that sour scholar doesn't deserve it anyway."

A sour scholar?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked surprised.

Shouldn’t this be the Sword Master he’s talking about? ?

Sour scholar, this title is a bit interesting.

Yang Shu recalled for a while and said: "Sir Sword Lord came to see Grandpa last time. Grandpa said that if there is a chance to use this sword, he will notify Lord Sword Master to come and observe and learn."

"Hiss—" Mo Dongfang couldn't help but take a breath.

This... is so handsome!

The black monkey Mo Dongfang, who has a strong obsession with handsomeness, only feels very yearned for it.

And how strong is this sword?

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, even Yang Shu couldn't imagine it.

………

………

The border of Qingzhou, the endless sea.

The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm rushed out of the sea, his huge body intimidating.

Ordinary dragon beasts are only a dozen meters long at most. When the Nine Dragons brought disaster to the world, according to records in the classics, the length of the nine-headed eighth realm dragon beast was almost thirty meters.

But the Dragon King rushing out of the sea in front of him was over a hundred meters tall.

Wherever it went, ice instantly formed, and ice and snow began to fall from the sky.

It seems that wherever it is, there is a world covered with ice and snow.

"Sure enough, it is the same as the ancient catastrophe." The Saint Master looked at the scene in front of him and said.

According to ancient records, this was also the case in ancient times. After the Eye of Chaos suddenly appeared, the first thing to come to the Tianxuan Realm was a ninth-level alien beast.

Kind of like a demonstration.

In the original Tianxuan Realm, it was thought that the unknown beast in the ninth realm was causing harm to the world. This Eye of Chaos should be just a terrifying place that gave birth to this beast.

But one year later, the beast tide appeared!

The real catastrophe begins here.

The scene in front of me was very similar to the original one, except that what appeared back then was a three-headed fire ape king, but today it is a dragon king.

Of course, there are more fatal differences.

In the Tianxuan Realm back then, there was the Qing Emperor and several extremely powerful men in the ninth realm.

A strange beast from the ninth realm is actually not enough to look at.

But in today's Tianxuan world, there has not been an extremely powerful person in the ninth realm for more than 10,000 years.

The dragon beast in front of me is the pinnacle of this world!

Who can stop it!

It will bring endless fear and despair to this world.

If it is allowed to break through the barrier here, it will bring disaster to the entire Qingzhou.

It will even turn Qingzhou into a world covered with ice and snow.

The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm was suspended in the air, his three dark blue eyes overlooking the people below.

Its pupils are very different from human pupils, similar to those of snakes, which makes people feel chilled after looking at them for a long time.

At this moment, two more figures appeared behind the middle-aged Confucian scholar. They were Arhats wearing cassocks, and they were covered in black cloaks. The vagina with purple eyes.

Arhat is over two meters tall, and his whole body feels unusually tall.

The loose cassock was draped on his body, but it was also bulging.

Bald hunk.

As expected, the bald man looked fierce.

As for Yinsi, although he is wearing a black cloak, his true appearance cannot be seen clearly. But the legs under the cloak were straight and slender, and the lavender eyes were full of charm.

It is both mysterious and seductive, a bit like a wild cat hiding in the dark at night.

This secretive feeling can often trigger a man's desire to conquer.

Is it because men like to explore mysterious places?

This is one aspect.

Another aspect is the sense of accomplishment.

Both your cheeks and body are covered so tightly that not even the sun's rays can reach you.

Well, I want to try it.

Ha, man.

"The Dragon King of the Ninth Realm." Arhat said in a deep voice, with fighting intent emerging in his big copper bell-like eyes.

In his eyes, it was as if the Holy Master and the Underworld did not exist, there was only this terrifying giant dragon.

Yin Si is also silent. She doesn't like to talk. She usually cherishes words like gold. If she can only say one word, she will never say two.

It's like the kind of person who clearly wants to say "yes" when chatting, but only says "yes".

The four powerful men gathered in Qingzhou, but they all stood behind the old man with a disabled leg and a broken leg in a tacit understanding.

Arhat glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Sword Master, are we really not going to take action?"

He couldn't bear it.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed, shook his head and said, "Senior Luo has been waiting for this day for the rest of his life."

Of course, it's not that Luo Heshan longs for catastrophe, he just longs for an opponent worthy of his last sword.

The four people on the shore made the Dragon King floating in the air look slightly concerned.

The only thing that confused him was how dare the old cripple who was at the center of the storm face him like this?

The aura he exuded was so weak. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he was already a strong man, but in front of him, he was no different from an ant.

But this ant looked arrogant and arrogant.

Luo Heshan held his sword horizontally in front of him, looked at the Dragon King, and said, "The ninth realm also has highs and lows. You are barely worthy of this last sword of mine, but it still makes me a little disappointed."

"You are very strong, stronger than me, and stronger than anyone in this world."

"But you are weaker than my sword!"

Luo Heshan's natal sword, which was held horizontally in front of him, trembled for a moment, and then came out of the sheath a finger away.

A loud sword sound echoed between heaven and earth.

This old man with a broken leg had a bad temper and was unruly all his life.

He was an orphan. When he was young, his legs were broken. He was supposed to be thrown into begging.

Originally, the man only wanted to break one of his legs, but the child's eyes were too annoying and frightening, so he finally broke his other leg.

Later, he met his master on the road, was favored by his master, and was taken back to the mountains.

His master asked him to weave straw sandals. When he was young, the old man with a broken leg thought that his master wanted to temper his temper.

He was too aggressive, so he did more handwork to temper him.

However, it was counterproductive.

He was too sharp, so every time he weaved straw sandals, his impatience, boredom, and sharpness would become even worse!

It was not until he was old and his mind was mature that he realized that his master's intention was never to polish himself and smooth his sharpness.

It was to make him more bored and more sharp in the process, and more and more want to draw the sword in the scabbard!

Then, when he really draws the sword, he will feel extremely happy, extremely unrestrained, and... infinitely sharp!

"I have been weaving straw sandals for my whole life, and I was calmer when I finally weaved them for that brat." Luo Heshan smiled, with a kind look on his face that he had never had before.

Luo Heshan, whose surname is Luo after his master, means that he wants him to protect the beautiful mountains and rivers of Qingzhou.

His master is a man with a heart for the world, just like the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

This grumpy old man with a broken leg is not actually like that.

After all, the world used to treat him unkindly.

He saw too much grayness.

This old man doesn't like this world.

But the teacher's kindness must be repaid.

The responsibility of my own lineage must also be borne.

What's more, I have been raising swords for a lifetime, and in the process of weaving straw sandals, I have also raised my will for a lifetime!

There must be a result in the end.

He couldn't help but think of the words that Yang Shu's master, the head master, said before killing the dragon beast ten years after sealing the sword.

This sentence is widely circulated in Qingzhou.

"I only have a three-foot sword in my life, and I will kill the dragon wherever there is a dragon!"

The old man with a broken leg raised his head and roared to the sky, and the natal sword in his hand was unsheathed.

The catastrophe is coming, and the first strange beast appeared in the Eye of Chaos.

The catastrophe is coming, and the Qingzhou sword cultivator Luo Heshan also cut out the first sword in Qingzhou against the strange beast!

"Sour scholar, you keep an eye on me!" Luo Heshan laughed loudly.

"Can you see the sword enter the ninth realm today!"

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