Keep Your Head Down

Qingzhou, Momen.

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

After pouring out a cup of spiritual tea, his fingertips lightly tap the stone table, the tea cup will float, and then it will fall firmly into the hands of others.

Xiaoqiu looked eagerly at the brothers and sisters drinking tea, then looked at Lu Chaoge and said, "Senior Master! What's mine! What's mine!"

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

Saying that, he poured a cup for Xiao Qiu too.

After the round-faced chick took a small sip, he stuck out his tongue. His little fleshy face was wrinkled like a bulging meat bun, and his facial features were almost crowded together.

"Ah, it's so bitter!" Xiao Qiu said loudly.

She couldn't understand why some people like to drink this 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 when you went down the mountain?"

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

Yang Shu had heard from a young age that the four states of the Profound Sky Realm were surrounded by sea water.

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

Beside the small fishing village, when encountering a water ghost, the young Yang Shu knew that he was not an opponent, but he still drew his sword forward, and then... was beaten by Fatty.

After he woke up, he was in a dilapidated small yard, and his cultivation was also sealed.

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

After a few months, he began to ask him to go to the well to fetch water every day.

Yang Shu didn't know until later that this lonely old man was actually one of the four legendary swords, and he was a character who would shout senior when he saw it.

After listening to his experience, Mo Dongfang suddenly felt that his experience was not good.

When he encountered a flooded beast on the road, he brazenly drew his sword, and was rescued by Jiang Xinyan.

During this experience, he originally wanted to wait for Yang Shu to return to the sect, tell it to his younger brother, and show it off.

This time it's good, people directly encounter the four great swords.

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

With such thoughts in mind, Mo Dongfang felt that this senior brother won!

After thinking about it, Lu Chaoge said to Yang Shu, "Yang Shu, show me your sword of life."

"Yes, Master." Yang Shu was absolutely obedient to Lu Chaoge's words.

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

Everyone knows that the sect master once sealed the sword for ten years, and then when his cultivation base was at the end of his life, a terrifying sword that was comparable to the fifth realm broke out.

And the technique of hiding and raising swords that Luo Heshan cultivated seems to be somewhat similar to that of the former sect master?

Yang Shu's natal sword, the sword embryo was also refined by Ning Ying.

As one of the rare artifact refining masters in the Profound Sky Realm, Ning Ying can be said to be particularly devoted to Momen.

This vein of Luohe Mountain has extremely high requirements for the sword embryo of the sword of life, otherwise, it will not be able to bear constant warming.

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

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

If the Momen were ordinary, the sword embryos would definitely be low-level sword embryos. In that case, even if Luo Heshan valued Yang Shu's heart, it would be impossible to accept him as his heir.

Because Jian Xiu can only have one life sword in his life, and he cannot 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 comparable to other high-grade sword embryos.

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

Without this person above the head, the disciples in the sect would miss the opportunity.

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

Yangshu's natal sword looks like an ordinary bronze sword, but this sword is slightly shorter than ordinary bronze swords. At the same time, its sword tip is not very sharp. There is a sense of insensitivity.

The shape of this sword, like the rest of the sword embryos produced by Ning Ying, is in a simple style, without any fancy lines and decorations, but it gives a good feeling.

However, this sword cannot be drawn no matter what.

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

He felt it carefully, and found that even he couldn't forcibly pull the sword out without using all his strength.

This represents the ordinary fifth realm, which cannot be done at all!

"This technique of keeping a sword and raising a sword is really amazing!" Lu Chaoge praised.

The technique of raising swords that Yaozu worshipped and taught him was a bit like a simplified version of this kind, and it was also a weakened version.

Lu Chaoge estimated that if he had practiced this set of [skills] at the beginning, then, after ten years of Fengjian, once unsheathed, the burst of power might have been multiplied several times!

After all, he can be nurtured every day and has invested a lot of experience points.

It's just that he can only be unsheathed ten times in his life, which is really too restrictive.

This [skill] is too extreme, it is not the right way, but the sword is going too far.

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

Fortunately, the sword of life and the master have the same mind, and it is impossible to betray the master.

Lu Chaoge returned Yang Shu's life sword to him and said, "If I remember correctly, Senior Luo should only have the last sword left."

Yang Shu nodded and said, "Grandpa said that if this sword does not meet a worthy opponent, he will take it into the coffin and use it for life."

"This is overbearing." Lu Chaoge said.

He looked at Yang Shu and said, "Has Senior Luo ever said, what kind of person is worthy of this sword's opponent?"

Yang Shu shook his head and said: "Grandpa didn't say a clear realm, he only said... Anyway, that sour show is not worthy."

A sour scholar?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned to be surprised.

Shouldn't this be the Sword Sovereign? ?

Sour Xiucai, this name is a bit interesting.

Yang Shu recalled and said, "Lord Jianzun came to see Grandpa last time. Grandpa said that if he had the opportunity to use this sword, he would notify Lord Jianzun to come and observe and understand."

"His—" Mo Dongfang couldn't help but gasped.

This is... handsome!

Mo Dongfang, the black monkey who has a strong obsession with the word handsome, just feels very yearning.

And how strong is this sword?

Everyone thought in their hearts, and even Poplar couldn't imagine it.

 …

 …

Qingzhou border, endless sea.

The Dragon King of the ninth realm rushed out of the sea, and his huge body was daunting.

Ordinary dragon beasts are at most more than ten meters in length. At the beginning of the Nine Dragons, according to the records in the classics, the nine-headed dragon beast in the eighth realm had a body length of about thirty meters.

But the dragon king who rushed out of the sea in front of him was more than 100 meters tall.

Wherever it went, it froze instantly, and snow and ice began to fall in the air.

It seems that wherever it is, there is a world covered in 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 the records of the ancient books, it was the same in the ancient times. After the Eye of Chaos suddenly appeared, the first person to come to the Profound Sky Realm was a ninth realm alien beast.

Kind of like a demonstration.

At the beginning of the Profound Sky Realm, I thought it was just an unknown alien beast in the ninth realm, and this Eye of Chaos should just be the terrifying place where this alien beast was born.

But a year later, the beast tide appeared!

This is where the real catastrophe begins.

The scene in front of him is very similar to the original one, except that there was a three-headed Fire Ape King back then, and today’s is the Dragon King.

Of course, there are more fatal differences.

At the beginning of the Profound Sky Realm, there were Emperor Qing and a number of supreme powerhouses in the ninth realm.

A strange beast in the ninth realm is actually not enough to see.

But in the Profound Sky Realm today, it has been over ten thousand years that there has not been an absolute powerhouse in the ninth realm.

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

Who can stop it!

It will bring endless fear and despair to the world.

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

Even, it will turn Qingzhou into a world covered with ice and snow.

The Dragon King of the ninth realm was suspended in the air, and the three dark blue eyes looked down at the people below.

Its pupils are very different from those of humans, similar to those of snakes, making people feel cool after looking at them for a long time.

At this moment, two more figures appeared behind the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the one who came was the Arhat in a cassock, and the one who was shrouded in a black cloak. Pussy of purple eyes.

Luohan is more than two meters tall, and the whole person feels unusually burly.

The loose cassock was draped over his body, but it was also stretched.

Bald guy.

Sure enough, the bald man looked fierce.

As for Yin Si, although he was wearing a black cloak, he couldn't see his true face. But the legs under the cloak were straight and slender, and those lavender eyes were full of charm.

It is mysterious and fascinating, a bit like a wild cat hiding in the dark in the dark.

This covert 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 achievement.

Your cheeks and your body are covered so tightly that you can't even get in the sun's rays.

Well, I want to try.

Oh man.

"Dragon King of the ninth realm." Arhat said in a deep voice, and war intent emerged in his big copper bell-like eyes.

In his eyes, the Holy Master and Yin Si seemed to be non-existent, there was only this terrifying dragon.

Yin Si also didn't say a word. She didn't like to talk. She cherished words like gold on weekdays. If she could only say one word, she would never say two.

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

The four powerhouses gathered in Qingzhou, but they all stood in tacit understanding behind the old disabled man with broken legs.

Luohan glanced at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Jianzun, can I really wait?"

He was a little embarrassed.

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

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

The four people on the shore caused a slight attention to appear in the eyes of the Dragon King floating in the air.

The only thing that confuses it is that the old and disabled person who is on the cusp of the storm, how dare he face himself like this?

The breath exuding from his body is so weak, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a strong person, but in front of him, he is no different from ants.

However, this ant has stared at it, and it can't live forever.

Luo Heshan crossed the sword in front of him, looked at the dragon king, and said, "The ninth realm is also divided into superior and inferior. You are barely worthy of this last sword of the old man, but it still disappoints the old man a bit."

"You are very strong, stronger than this old man, stronger than anyone in this world."

"But you are weaker than my sword!"

Luo Heshan crossed the sword of life in front of him, trembled for a moment, and then pulled out a finger's distance.

A loud screeching sound reverberated between heaven and earth.

This old man with a broken leg was short-tempered and reckless all his life.

He was an orphan whose legs were broken when he was young, and was meant to be thrown as a beggar.

It turned out that the man only wanted to break one of his legs, but the child's eyes were too annoying and a bit terrifying to look at, and he finally broke his other leg.

Later, when he met Shizun on the road, he was favored by Shizun and took him back to the mountains.

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

He is too determined to do more manual work and polish it.

However, it has the opposite effect.

He is so sharp that every time he knits straw sandals, his impatience, boredom, and that sharpness will become even greater!

It was not until he became old, until his xinxing was perfected, that he realized that the intention of the master was never to polish himself and smooth his spirit.

It made him feel more annoyed, sharper, and more eager to pull out the sword from the scabbard during this process!

Then, when he really draws his sword, it will be incomparably smooth, incomparably dashing, and... Infinitely sharp!

"I've knitted straw sandals all my life, and when I finally knitted it for that stinky boy, I felt a little calmer." Luo Heshan smiled, with a kind look on his face that he had never had before.

Luoheshan, following the teacher's surname Luo, the meaning of the name is to want him to protect the great rivers and mountains of Qingzhou.

His master, like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, was a man who had the world in his heart.

This grumpy old man with a broken leg is not.

After all, the world in the past was not kind to him.

He saw too much gloom.

This world, the old man does not like.

But Shien has to be repaid.

Responsibility in this vein must also be undertaken.

What's more, the sword that has been raised for a lifetime has also been raised for a lifetime in the process of weaving straw sandals!

In the end, there will be a result~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He couldn't help but think of the words that Yang Shu, the boy who loves to talk about the head of the sect master, said that ten years after the sword was sealed and before the beast beheaded. .

This sentence can be said to be widely circulated in Qingzhou.

"There is only a three-foot sword in my life, and there is a dragon to kill a dragon!"

The old man with the broken leg let out a long roar in the sky, and the sword of life in his hand was unsheathed.

The catastrophe was approaching, and the first alien beast appeared in the Eye of Chaos.

The catastrophe is approaching, Qingzhou sword repair Luoheshan, also cut out the first sword of Qingzhou facing the alien beast!

"Suan Xiucai, you should be optimistic about this old man!" Luo Heshan laughed out loud.

"Whether you can watch the sword and enter the Nine Realms will be today!"

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