Keep Your Head Down

It was getting late, and in the Spring and Autumn Mountain Hall, everything was coming to an end.

Chunqiu Mountain Sect Master Heng Yin, wearing a black robe, sat on the main seat, and said: "Since the three uncles want to take the examination for the head of the road, and the head of the road also accepts it, then let's decide."

After speaking, he glanced at Lu Chaoge in the guest seat and said, "Master Lu, let's have a good night's rest in the elegant courtyard today."

Lu Chaoge nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

This time he came to Chunqiu Mountain, as he expected, there would be some twists and turns.

But as the sect master of Spring and Autumn Mountain, Hengyin's identity and status, as well as his own cultivation realm, are placed there. Although he is a rival in love, it is not easy to end the game in person... eh?

At least for now, it won't.

As for tomorrow's test, Lu Chaoge is in a good mood.

He is the kind of person who never revises before the exam. Let's see tomorrow.

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

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

"Go." Lu Chaoge waved at her.

Lu Chaoge still regretted not being able to see the legendary saint today.

After all, the saint teacher is not only strong, but also good-looking.

If it is said that in the Profound Sky Realm, whose soft rice is the most fragrant, it is definitely the Holy Master.

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

After speaking, he added: "Since you are Taoist companions, how can you go home to rest, and I go to the Spring and Autumn Mountain Guest House Yayuan?"

Lu Chaoge said this just to tease her.

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

Jiang Xinyan heard the words, the expression on his cold cheeks did not change, but his ears were slightly red.

"Come with me." She said to Lu Chaoge.

"Huh?" Lu Chaoge wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Jiang Xinyan said softly, "I... I'm afraid you'll get into trouble tonight. Don't think too much."

The two hadn't progressed to that point, not to mention, even if she thought about it and Lu Chaoge figured it out, the conditions would not allow it.

Lu Chaoge at level 43, in front of Jiang Xinyan at level 61, can still be described as a classic song - "What a Man".

——Damn body refining flow!

Just as Lu Chaoge was about to say something, Jiang Xinyan grabbed him, turned into a streamer, and flew towards his residence.

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Momen, Dan Qingfeng.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the blue smoke in front of him, and at the talisman paper that had troubled the Sword Sovereigns of all dynasties. It was lightly torn off in this way. After a moment of stunnedness, he looked down at the wooden box.

Obviously, the other party did not mean to avoid him.

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

Fortunately, Ji Changkong didn't know about it.

Although he and the middle-aged scholar belonged to the same lineage of the Black Bamboo Forest, only the Sword Masters of the past dynasties could know about this matter, so Ji Changkong was kept in the dark.

If he found out about it, what would it be?

After the talisman was torn off, it burned itself.

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

After the ban was lifted, the middle-aged scholar could vaguely perceive the aura of the things in the box.

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

Inside the wooden box is a bamboo flute, a bamboo flute made of black bamboo.

The bamboo flute is of ordinary style, and there are no tassels or pendants.

The whole flute has a restrained breath, and it looks like a mortal thing.

But after seeing the bamboo flute, the blue smoke in the air stopped, as if stunned.

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

But the middle-aged scholar didn't know much about the existence in the tomb.

He didn't know who the other party was or who the other party was, but he just noticed that her breath was the same as the breath left on the box, she was a terrifying existence who had lived for more than 10,000 years!

Therefore, he didn't know that Aowu's memory was seriously lacking.

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

The middle-aged scholar stood there, clearly feeling a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation in the solitary tomb.

He didn't know what happened in the tomb, he only knew that if he didn't 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 solitary tomb was instantly absorbed by him on the palm of his hand.

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

On Danqing Peak, everyone was unaware of the changes here.

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

Not to mention her, even Ji Changkong, who ranked second among the Four Great Swords, only entered the meditation in the bamboo house, completely unaware that a force that could instantly destroy the entire Danqing Peak was spreading outwards.

The expression of the middle-aged scholar did not change in the slightest, and the turbulent spiritual power was completely isolated in front of his palm.

His hair, even the hair band on the crown, was motionless.

The front is turbulent, and the back is calm, as if there are two worlds.

Time passed by, and after about half a column of incense, everything disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

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

"Well, thank you."

He put down his palm and cupped his hand: "Senior, you don't need to be so polite."

——Really a hands-on effort.

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

She continued: "The person who entrusted this thing to you is called Lu Li?"

Lu Li, the bizarre Lu Li.

When Lu Chaoge was in Jianzong's trial ground, he heard the name of the ten thousand-year-old peach tree planted by Emperor Qing.

Then, after he returned to Momen, he also talked about this name with Aowu.

Aowu told him that she had some impressions of Lu Li.

During the ancient catastrophe, Emperor Qing did not fall.

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

The middle-aged scholar nodded when he heard the words.

The first-generation Sword Master of Jianzong was Lu Li!

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

Aowu nodded when she saw him, but she didn't speak for a long time, which reminded her of something.

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

"Okay, the junior will say goodbye first." The middle-aged scholar bent over to the solitary grave again, and after paying a junior salute, he left.

At this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in the coffin of the lonely grave, a small hand is holding this black bamboo flute.

On the outside of the partially opened coffin board, a small piece of furry tail was exposed, which was swaying gently.

Obviously, she is in a good mood today.

"Well, I remembered a little thing again, so I'll say I'm not stupid at all." Aowu said softly, his tail wagging even more happily.

That little hand brushed the black bamboo flute. The bamboo flute, which looked like a mortal thing before, trembled slightly at this moment, and it had its own spirituality!

Aowu looked at it and said softly, "You didn't leave it to me, he left it to him."

"But he's not at home."

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

Saying that, Ouwu hugged the black bamboo flute, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

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