Unnamed peak, wooden house.

The door to the house was slowly pushed open by a pair of big hands, and a man wearing a black gown walked out of the house.

The man looks middle-aged, has a refined temperament, and is as gentle as jade.

His hair was carefully combed and then secured with a simple crown and wooden hairpin.

Judging from his aura, the middle-aged man looks like a common Confucian scholar in the mountains, like a scholar in the mountains. In fact, his biggest hobby is indeed reading.

At this moment, he was still holding a volume of books in his hand. After looking at his junior brother, he put the book back into his sleeve.

Judging from the appearance, he does not match the title of the best swordsman in the world, but this victory-hating man has long forgotten how many years he has been at the top of the sword.

Sword Master still had a gentle smile on his face and was not annoyed that his junior brother came to the door with such curses.

It's just that Ji Changkong has the image of a hunchbacked old man, while Sword Master has the image of a middle-aged Confucian scholar. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that it was the old father teaching his son a lesson, not the junior brother shouting in front of the senior brother.

"Here comes Changkong. You haven't come to visit our senior brother for quite some time." Jianzun sat down at the wooden table and made an invitation gesture.

Ji Changkong walked forward quickly and sat down. With a smile on his face, he repeated again: "Brother, you are wrong!"

"Okay, senior brother is wrong." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said with a smile while pouring tea for his junior brother.

When Ji Changkong heard this, he felt angry in his heart. The old naughty boy's squinted eyes widened a little, and he glared hard at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "You should ask me now, where did I go wrong!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had already poured the herbal tea, pushed the teacup in front of Ji Changkong, and cooperated obediently, saying: "Okay, okay, junior brother, please tell me where I am wrong."

Ji Changkong nodded with satisfaction, drank the herbal tea in one gulp, and said, "Did you say that before the third realm, it is impossible for the sword intent to take shape?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked up at the sky, and the two flowing hair ribbons on his hair crown fell back, as if he was recalling whether he had said this sentence.

The unhappy look on Ji Changkong's face gradually grew stronger. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he urged: "Don't think about it, you said it!"

"Yes, yes, I have said it before." The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded.

Ji Changkong handed over the tea cup and gestured to pour another cup for my junior brother.

Then, his tone became arrogant again: "Then let me tell you now, there is really someone in the world who has formed his sword intention before the third level, and under my guidance, he has reached the level of cultivation with the second level.

Reached the second level of Sword Intent!"

At this time, most people would definitely be surprised and say: "How could there be such a genius in the world?"

But the middle-aged Confucian scholar responded with a smile: "Junior brother has really done something unprecedented."

Pointing out a second-level Sword Intent, isn’t it unprecedented?

When Ji Changkong heard this, he was very impressed. He snorted softly and said, "Humph, that boy's talent is indeed not bad. He is not weaker than me back then."

After saying that, he changed the topic and said: "So I say, not only are you wrong, you are also completely wrong!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar made a normal reaction at this time, saying: "Logically speaking, this is indeed something that shouldn't be done. With the cultivation of the second realm and the understanding of the great road, the formation of the sword intention has already broken the history."

It’s really amazing that you can reach the second level based on the routine.”

Ji Changkong dropped the cup and fell backwards. His slightly hunched back was leaning on the chair and he said unhappily: "Did you miss something?"

"But with the guidance of my junior brother, this impossible thing has become a little more possible." The middle-aged Confucian scholar added in time, and then quickly poured water into the empty teacup.

But during the process of pouring water, his eyes were filled with thoughts.

"What is this young man's name?" asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Headmaster of Mo Sect, Lu Chaoge." Ji Changkong replied.

"Junior brother, why don't you tell me his situation in detail." It was obvious that he had never heard the name Lu Chaoge before.

There is no way, his only swordsman, and his biological daughter are both hiding it from him.

Moreover, he had never heard anything outside the window, let alone Lu Chaoge. If no one came to talk to him specifically, he would be completely ignorant of what had happened outside the mountains in recent years.

Ji Changkong actually didn't know much about Lu Chaoge, so he told him that he had been stuck in the first realm for several years.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar listened very carefully and nodded slightly from time to time.

"If he had been born a hundred years earlier, I would have been very happy." After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said with a smile.

He also said similar words to his sword attendant Yu Yue.

Ji Changkong knew very well that his senior brother was someone who hated winning, and he really hoped that there would be one more person in this world, preferably multiple people, who could threaten him in the way of swordsmanship.

The top position is so lonely.

At the same time, Ji Changkong couldn't help but said: "It seems that senior brother no longer regards me as his opponent."

I'm obviously always just a little bit worse than you, okay?

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at him, showed a smile, and quickly added: "Fortunately, I still have a junior brother."

"That's pretty much it." Ji Changkong put it on the cup, his expression gradually became mysterious.jpg.

"Senior brother, I have something to tell you, but you have to keep it secret for me for the time being." Ji Changkong said.

"Junior brother, you don't have to tell anyone. It's best not to tell anyone the real secret." The middle-aged Confucian scholar's answer surprised Ji Changkong.

"No! You are all ears!" Ji Changkong said loudly.

"Okay, okay, junior brother, please speak." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled helplessly.

"Let me tell you, in fact, the Mo sect is a double master. Lu Chaoge's sister, Lu Dongli, is not as talented as him. Now I have accepted her as a disciple. Her future achievements, in my opinion, can at least be as good as

Comparable to Yu Yue." Ji Changkong was a little proud.

After all, in terms of numbers, he has already won.

You only have one Yu Yue, I have one and a half.

"Oh? Swordsmanship actually favors Momen so much?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slightly surprised: "But this is a good thing, why should it be kept secret?"

After saying that, he continued: "Although there is a difference in the school, she is not a disciple of my Sword Sect, but in my opinion, my junior brother is someone who doesn't care about this."

"Oh, it's a long story, it's not important!" Ji Changkong waved his hand slightly irritably and said, "Don't ask, don't ask!"

"Yes, yes, senior brother is talking too much." The middle-aged Confucian scholar was as good-tempered as ever.

The man narrowed his eyes at his senior brother and said: "Anyway, just watch, Qingzhou will be very lively in a few years, and the young people of this generation will probably be better than ours!"

"This is a good thing." Expectation flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Ji Changkong, however, ruined the atmosphere and said: "At that time, all you need to know is that you have only taught one Yu Yue, but I, my junior brother, have taught one and a half!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar cupped his hands and said: "If this day really comes, senior brother will be willing to bow down to you."

"Humph! Just watch!" The old naughty boy was extremely proud.

After saying that, he still felt that it was not enough, so he said: "Senior brother, would you like to come with me to Momen to have a look?"

Showing off with words like this is not enough, so why not just drag him to Momen and let him see it with his own eyes, that would be enough!

"No, I want to go down the mountain. If there is a chance another day, senior brother, I will go with you." The middle-aged Confucian scholar directly rejected Ji Changkong's invitation.

"Huh? Do you have something to deal with?" Ji Changkong narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't even remember. How many years ago was the last time his senior brother left Wuming Peak?

"It's nothing, I just went down the mountain to take a look and travel around." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said.

"You also know that you are separated from the entire Tianxuan world?" Ji Changkong disliked him for not leaving home.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded quickly, then looked up at the gray sky and said, "The sky is going to change."

….

….

Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge and Lu Dongli sent away He Ying, a true disciple of the Sword Sect who was reluctant to leave.

She also thought that if Master Lu could persuade her to stay, she would stay in Momen for a few days, but this man was really aloof and fascinating.

"Brother, I didn't expect that the master of the Sword Sect would have provided us with top-notch resources." Lu Dongli, as Momen's housekeeper, was obviously a little excited.

She controls most of Momen's money and cultivation resources. Lu Chaoge knows that this damn girl will not fall into the eyes of money. With her temperament, she cannot do such a thing, but she is very good at calculating.

Regarding this, Lu Chaoge was also in a happy mood.

The public beta is about to begin. Although sand sculpture players save more cultivation resources than normal practitioners, they are not the kind of people who can grow up by drinking the northwest wind.

Although Momen is being taken care of by Ning Ying, Lu Chaoge does not want Aunt Ning to support the entire Momen alone.

"Just support me."

Therefore, the generosity of the leader of the Sword Sect can indeed solve an urgent need.

What's more, Momen just earned more than 10,000 spirit stones, so there is no need to worry about it in the near future.

Lu Chaoge opened the system interface and took a look. There were still three days until the public beta.

He had already begun to look forward to it in advance.

Compared to the mere 10,000 players in the closed beta, the public beta is much more massive.

Countless sand sculptures fell from the sky. Calling themselves the fourth natural disaster, they looked like locusts passing through from certain angles.
To be continued...