Boss, keep a low profile

Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge was tinkering with the [Weapon Refining Technique] outside his bamboo house.

Aunt Ning had given him a booklet before, which contained some exquisite gadgets and a set of weapon refining techniques.

Lu Chaoge spent 10,000 experience points to upgrade this weapon refining technique to level 1. Due to bad luck, the two attempts just now ended in failure.

Yes, weapon refining is like a gamble, and success depends on luck.

Of course, the higher the skill level, the higher the success rate.

However, Lu Chaoge, like most players, always felt that this so-called success rate was fake.

The success rate refers to the average success rate of all players with the same skill level.

Since it is an average value, there must be some lucky ones and some unlucky ones.

After all, it still depends on luck!

"Is my 3.1415926 [Chance] fake?" Lu Chaoge was speechless.

[Chance] is equivalent to [Luck Value]. Even the simplest refining can end in double failure. He suspected that he should be negative.

"You are disrespecting the chosen one!" Lu Chaoge was so angry that his mouth was crooked.

Mo Sect is not as big as the big sects. Lu Chaoge still felt a little distressed for wasting two refining materials.

He understood that when God gives a great task to a person, he must first make his heart and mind suffer and his muscles and bones work hard.

But he didn't expect to be poor for so long!

He is already in his twenties. In a few years, he will not be worthy of saying "Don't bully the poor young man".

What's more, it's not a big deal to always go to the kind Aunt Ning for free. He is now waiting for the sand sculpture player to come and make a wave.

It's still the easiest to make money from fools.

And at this moment, a red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of Lu Chaoge's eyes. This is a prompt given by the system.

Lu Chaoge frowned secretly, and then clicked on the prompt message.

Soon, he got up and flew out of the mountain.

Mo Dongfang, the third disciple of Mo Sect, is in danger!

…….

…….

Lu Chaoge was not surprised that the system would send a prompt message.

Because he has all the functions of a player, and after the player joins the sect, if there are disciples of the sect in the surrounding area who are in trouble, there is a certain probability that the assistance mission will be triggered.

Like in Lu Chaoge's previous life, his master, the gun nun of Chunqiu Mountain, once encountered something, he triggered the mission, and then led a group of hired brothers to kill all the way, and came to save the beauty, and happily got [favorability].

Later, because the [favorability] was too high, it almost produced the phenomenon of the jockey master.

This is also thanks to the fact that he simply regarded "Tianxuanjie" as a game in his previous life, and did not produce the so-called filial piety.

Well, teasing is my hobby, and it's your fault to be moved!

In his previous life, he regarded the NPCs in the game as paper people, thinking that they were just a bunch of data, and he was not very interested.

Of course, after crossing, his mentality has changed a lot.

This paper man, this data, is really good!

——It's not as good as it used to be!

At this moment, the system interface gave Lu Chaoge a [coordinate]. He flew quickly according to this [coordinate], but he felt that he was willing but not strong enough.

"Bai Xiang Valley." Lu Chaoge looked at this location and felt that it was really far away.

It would take him several hours to fly all the way from Momen.

If it was really a life-and-death situation, a few hours would be enough to make him die several times!

Lu Chaoge's heart tightened and he was worried about Mo Dongfang.

Lu Dongli accepted so many disciples. Among the male disciples, Lu Chaoge's favorite was actually Mo Dongfang.

Although this child's talent seems to be the worst among them.

Whether it is [root bone] or [sword talent], this guy deserves the title of the third senior brother of Momen, both of which are only 3 points.

Compared with the new junior sister, Xiaoqiu, a round-faced little chicken with no waist, is simply a world of difference, too mediocre.

In the ancient times when [Qi Training Art] had not yet been born, Mo Dongfang's qualifications might not have qualified him to practice.

The only thing worth mentioning is that this guy's [Chance] attribute is very strange. Lu Chaoge threw a [Detection] over and the displayed value was: [? ]

This was the first time Lu Chaoge had seen this situation.

And as they got along later, he roughly understood why it was [? ] .

Because this guy's luck was sometimes good and sometimes bad. When it was good, it was extremely good, and when it was bad, it was simply bad luck. It was two extremes.

"Mo Dongfang, Mo Dongfang, I don't know if you are on the side of good luck or bad luck now." Lu Chaoge said in his heart.

…….

…….

In the small village of Baixiang Valley.

Mo Dongfang's sword energy was bluffing, and the power was average, but the movement was very loud, and other practitioners could sense it from a long distance.

However, compared with the powerful Jiao beast, he was really too weak.

He only had time to use his sword, and the whole person was hit by the tail of the dragon beast, and then flew out.

If it weren't for the golden light flashing from the pendant hanging on his neck, protecting his whole body, he would have died from the attack just now, instead of being seriously injured like now.

At this moment, Mo Dongfang protected the peasant woman under him. If he hadn't grabbed the peasant woman just now, the residual power generated by the attack of the dragon beast could easily tear her apart and turn her into blood clots!

Even so, when the two fell out, the peasant woman was still slightly injured, but it was better than death.

Mo Dongfang, who suffered the attack of the dragon beast, felt that his whole body was like falling apart, and there was no place that didn't hurt.

His eyelids were very heavy, but he still held the wooden sword tightly in his hand.

The dragon beast swam forward, with bloodthirstiness and indifference in its red eyes.

To it, the flesh and blood of practitioners are naturally more delicious than those of mortals, and are a tonic.

At this moment, a black light fell from the sky, and the dragon beast dodged it fiercely and fled at the first time.

It sensed an extremely terrifying breath!

The breath from the great practitioner!

The black light was a spear that fell from the sky!

If Lu Chaoge saw it, he would feel very familiar and very surprised.

A cold voice came from the sky, coldly:

"Which sect is this kid from?"

Mo Dongfang, who was seriously injured on the ground, took a look at the black spear that scared away the dragon beast, and felt that the spear was full of terrible pressure and fierce killing breath.

As if he remembered the instructions of the head master, the short and ugly boy's mouth was full of blood, but he still endured the severe pain and said:

"Mo Sect!"

"Mo Dongfang!"

The cold female voice continued to come from the sky, still cold: "Mo Sect? Never heard of it."

"But you are good." The voice said again.

In fact, Mo Dongfang was indeed weak in the face of the dragon beast, but without him, the peasant woman would have died.

Mo Dongfang grinned, and the short and ugly boy holding a wooden sword muttered in a low voice: "That's natural, the head master said that I am the most like the Great Sage..."

After that, he fainted.

"Great Sage? What Great Sage?" The cold voice continued to come, but Mo Dongfang could not hear it for the time being.

He had a long dream while in a coma.

He dreamed of that year, that day, that place, and the man and woman of that year.

Mo Dongfang was born in Zaoli County, the small town where Lu Chaoge and his sister would stay for a few days on the [Transformation Day].

It was a quiet afternoon, he was playing with his peers in front of a small courtyard, and then he met the brother and sister who looked extraordinary.

It happened that the brother was telling a story to his sister who was having a birthday, and a group of little brats squatted beside him to listen to the story.

Lu Chaoge told the story of "Journey to the West", which must be told by time travelers, but it was a modified version.

For example, the Monkey King no longer used the Ruyi Jingu Bang, but a long sword named [Ruyi], and he was a sword cultivator.

He made some changes according to his own bad taste, and as a result, both Lu Dongli and the group of little brats who were eavesdropping on the side listened with relish.

Lu Chaoge stopped telling the story later, took Lu Dongli's little hand, and went into the house to eat pears.

The little brats, including Mo Dongfang, played role-playing games.

It's just that Mo Dongfang is small and has a birthmark on his face. Every time he plays the monster, he is chased by a group of children who claim to be the Monkey King with wooden swords. He falls to the ground several times.

Little Mo Dongfang was sweating profusely and had a black bruise on his leg. He said with a wronged look: "You always play the Monkey King. Can I be the Monkey King for once?"

A little fat man holding a wooden sword stood up and looked down at the short Mo Dongfang and said: "No!"

"Look at your face, you clown, you should play monsters!"

There is no shortage of uneducated children in this world, and there is no shortage of people who judge people by appearance.

Children's words are innocent, but they can also hurt people.

"Then I won't play anymore." Mo Dongfang was dejected, and his whole body was drooping.

"If you don't want to play, then don't play! You clowns!" The little fat boy, who looked like the king of children, made a face and called the other children, "Let's go! Let's go play over there!"

Mo Dongfang, who was alone, picked up a branch on the ground and used it as a small wooden sword.

He was from a poor family and was raised by his grandmother. He couldn't afford a wooden sword as a toy.

He imitated the Monkey King in the story, poked the ground with a branch, and then shouted childishly: "Land! Come out!"

A low voice sounded behind him: "Ahem, who is calling the old man?"

Little Mo Dongfang turned around in surprise, but saw that the handsome man was looking down at him with a crooked smile.

I don't know if it was because he was in a playful mood or for other reasons, Lu Chaoge bowed to him and said: "Little God greets the Great Sage!"

"Great Sage? Me?" Little Mo Dongfang was getting more and more confused, and didn't understand what this good-looking brother was doing.

Lu Chaoge had had enough fun, and seeing his doubtful face, he said arrogantly: "Little brat, let me ask you, who told this story."

Little Mo Dongfang lowered his head, only feeling that this brother was so imposing and domineering, and said weakly: "It's... you."

Lu Chaoge continued to say arrogantly: "What if I say that you are more like the Great Sage than them?"

"Really...really!" Mo Dongfang raised his head, his eyes lit up.

"What I say is what it is, understand?"

Lu Chaoge walked behind him, patted his shoulders and waist hard, forcing him to raise his head and chest and said: "But I want to tell you that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven will not always bow his head, nor will he be as unconfident as you, stand up straight!"

Little Mo Dongfang immediately stood at attention, and there was some light in his eyes.

Lu Chaoge smiled crookedly, leaned close to his ear and said: "Little brat, I will tell you another secret."

"Ah?" Little Mo Dongfang was stunned.

"I am a cultivator!"

After Lu Chaoge finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it in the air, and the branch in Mo Dongfang's hand fell into his hand. He moved his spiritual power, and sawdust flew everywhere. He immediately carved out a small wooden sword with the word [Ruyi] engraved on it.

That day was not the winter solstice, and the [Transformation Day] had passed, so Lu Chaoge could use his cultivation.

"Here, I give it to you."

"Also, keep it secret!" As he said that, he walked into the yard without looking back.

Little Mo Dongfang held the small wooden sword, with a confused expression on his face, and even forgot how he walked home.

But his shoulders were no longer drooping, and his waist was straighter than before.

A few years later, Mo Dongfang's grandmother passed away, and Lu Dongli met him again on the [Transformation Day] of that year. For various reasons, he finally accepted him as a disciple and became Luo Bing's junior brother.

Fate, wonderful.

Mo Dongfang didn't know that after Lu Chaoge gave him the wooden sword, when he entered the house, Lu Dongli asked him with a smile: "Brother, do you really think he looks like the Monkey King?"

Lu Chaoge didn't even think about it, and replied: "I was just kidding him, he doesn't look like him at all."

Lu Dongli was so angry that she hit him.

Lu Chaoge smiled crookedly, avoiding his sister's beating, and said lightly in his heart:

"But he will look like him in the future."

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This chapter is a bit long, I originally wanted to split it into two chapters, haha, so I'll ask for your recommendation votes!