Qingzhou, Momen.

Lu Chaoge was tinkering with [Alchemy] outside his bamboo house.

Previously, Aunt Ning had given him a booklet, which contained some delicate gadgets and a set of refining techniques.

Lu Chaoge spent 10,000 experience points to raise this alchemy to lv1, but due to poor luck, the two attempts just now ended in failure.

Yes, refining is like a big gamble, and you can't see your face.

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

It's just that Lu Chaoge, like most players, always feels that this so-called success rate is fake.

Success rate refers to the average success rate of all players at the same skill level.

Since it is an average, there must be someone who is a European emperor and someone who is a non-chief.

Mess around, or look at the face!

"My 3.1415926 [chance] is fake, right?" Lu Chaoge was speechless.

[Chance] is equivalent to [Luck], the simplest refining weapon can end in double failure, and he suspects that he should be negative.

"You are disrespectful to the Chosen One!" Lu Chaoge was so angry that his mouth was crooked.

Momen is not as big as the big sect, and Lu Chaoge is still a little distressed after wasting two refining materials.

He understands that if the heavens descend on the people, they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones.

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

He is already in his twenties, and in a few years, he will not be worthy of shouting "don't bully the poor youth".

What's more, it's not a matter of always going to the kind-hearted Aunt Ning to prostitute for nothing, he is now waiting for the sand sculpture player to come, and then make a wave.

It's better to make money for fools.

And at this moment, a red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of Lu Chaoge's eyes, which was a hint 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 Momen, is in danger!

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Regarding the prompt message that the system will send, Lu Chaoge is not surprised.

Because he has the player's own function, and after the player enters the sect, if a sect disciple in the surrounding area is killed, there is a certain chance to trigger the aid mission.

Like Lu Chaoge in his previous life, his gun nun master in Spring and Autumn Mountain once encountered something, he triggered the task, and then took a group of little brothers who were hired to kill all the way, and a wave of heroes came to save the beauty, and he liked to mention [favorability].

Later, because the [favorability] was brushed too high, the phenomenon of jockeys almost appeared.

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

When you are a master, you are a master, why do you still want to sit on your brother and get up!

Now, sultry is my hobby, and it's your fault to be tempted!

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

Of course, after the crossing, his mentality has already changed greatly.

This paper man, this data, it's so fragrant!

- Destroy not at the beginning!

At this moment, the interface of the system gave Lu Chaoge a [coordinate], and he flew quickly according to this [coordinate], but he felt that he had more than enough heart and insufficient strength.

"Valley of the Passions." Lu Chaoge looked at this position and only felt that it was really far away.

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

If it is really a matter of life and death, a few hours will be enough to cool down several times!

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

Lu Dongli has accepted so many disciples, and among the male disciples, Lu Chaoge's favorite is actually Mo Dongfang.

Although this child's talent seems to be the worst of all.

Whether it is [Root Bone] or [Kendo Qualification], this guy is worthy of the title of the third senior brother of Momen, and he only has 3 points.

Compared with the newcomer little sister, Xiaoqiu, a round-faced chick cub with no waist, is simply a world of difference, too ordinary.

In the ancient period when the [Qi Cultivation Technique] had not yet been born, Mo Dongfang's qualification did not necessarily have the qualifications for cultivation.

The only commendable thing is that this guy's [Chance] attribute is very strange, Lu Chaoge lost a [Detection] in the past, and the displayed value was: [? 】。

In this case, Lu Chaoge is still the first time to see you.

And with the later getting along, he probably understood why it was [?] 】。

Because this guy's luck is good and jet lag, good when it's good, and bad luck when it's bad, 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.

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Valley of Passions, in a small village.

Mo Dongfang's sword qi was bluffing, and his power was average, but the movement was extremely great, and it could be perceived by other cultivators from afar.

It's just that compared to the powerful Jiao Beast, he is too weak.

He only had time to use a sword, and the whole person was hit by the tail of the Jiao Beast, and then flew upside down.

If it weren't for the pendant magic weapon hanging around his neck that flashed with a golden light, protecting him, he would have been dead with the blow just now, not as seriously injured as he was now.

At this moment, Mo Dongfang protected the peasant woman under him, if he hadn't grabbed the peasant woman just now, the aftermath generated by the Jiao Beast's blow could easily tear it apart and turn it into a blood clot!

Rao is like this, when the two fell out, the peasant woman was still slightly injured, but it was better than not dying.

Mo Dongfang, who had suffered the blow of the Jiao Beast, only felt that his whole body was falling apart, and there was no place where he didn't feel pain.

His eyelids were heavy and heavy, but the wooden sword in his hand was still clenched.

The beast swam forward, its crimson eyes bloodthirsty and indifferent.

As far as it is concerned, the flesh and blood of a practitioner are naturally more delicious than those of mortals, and they are things of nourishment.

At this moment, a black light fell from the sky, and the Jiao Beast abruptly avoided it and fled as soon as possible.

It sensed an aura of extreme terror!

Breath from a great cultivator!

That black light is a spear that fell from the sky!

A spear that Lu Chaoge would feel very familiar with and be surprised if he saw it.

A cold voice came from above the nine heavens, cold:

"What kind of kid?"

Mo Dongfang, who was seriously injured on the ground, glanced at the black spear that scared the beast away, and only felt that this spear was full of terrifying coercion and fierce killing aura.

As if remembering the instructions of the master, this short and ugly young man's mouth was full of overflowing blood, but he still endured the severe pain and said:

"Momen!"

"Mo Dongfang!"

The cold female voice continued to come from high in the sky, still cold: "Momen? Haven't heard of it. ”

"But you're good." The voice said again.

In fact, in the face of the Jiao Beast, Mo Dongfang was indeed weak, but if it were not for him, this peasant woman would have died.

Mo Dongfang grinned, this short and ugly young man with a wooden sword in his hand muttered in a low voice: "That's nature, the head master said, I am the person who is most like the Great Sage........"

With that, he passed out.

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

He was in a coma and had a long dream.

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

Mo Dongfang was born in Zaoli County, and when the Lu Chaoge brothers and sisters were in [Hua Fan Day], they would go to live in the small town for a few days.

It was a calm afternoon, and he was playing with his peers in front of a small courtyard, and then he ran into the otherworldly-looking brother and sister.

It just so happened that the elder brother was telling a story to his birthday sister, and a group of little kids were squatting on the side to read the story.

Lu Chaoge is talking about "Journey to the West", which must be talked about by traversers, but it is about the magic version.

For example, Monkey King no longer uses the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, but uses a long sword called [Ruyi], which is a sword cultivator.

He made a blind change according to his bad taste, and as a result, whether it was Lu Dongli or a group of little children eavesdropping on the side, they all listened to it with relish.

Lu Chaoge didn't continue to talk later, took Lu Dongli's little hand, and went into the house to eat pears.

And the little kids, including Mo Dongfang, played a role-playing game.

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

Xiao Mo Dongfang ran sweating profusely, and there was an extra piece of black green on his legs, and he said with an aggrieved face: "Every time, you pretend to be the Great Sage, can you let me be it once?" ”

A little chubby dun holding a wooden sword stood up, looked down at the short Mo Dongfang and said, "No! ”

"Look at your face, clown, you should pretend to be a demon and a monster!"

There is never a shortage of children without a tutor in this world, and there is never a shortage of people who judge people by their appearance.

Although Tong Yan is unscrupulous, it is also hurtful.

"Then I won't play." Mo Dongfang hung his head and his whole body drooped.

"If you don't play, you don't play! Clown Eight Monsters! The little chubby dun like the child king grimaced, and then beckoned to the other children: "Go!" Let's go over there! ”

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

His family is not well-off, he was raised by his grandmother, and he can't afford to buy a wooden sword as a toy.

He followed the example of Monkey King in the story, poked the ground with a branch, and then shouted very childishly: "Land! Come out! ”

A deep voice sounded behind him: "Ahem, cough, who is calling the little old man?" ”

Xiao Mo Dongfang turned around in surprise, but saw that the peerless man was looking down at him, smiling crookedly.

I don't know if it's because of playfulness or other reasons, Lu Chaoge arched his hand at him and said, "The little god worships the great sage!" ”

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

Lu Chaoge had enough fun, and when he saw him questioning, he dragged and said, "Little brat, let me ask you, who told this story." ”

Xiao Mo Dongfang lowered his head, only feeling that this brother was full of momentum and domineering, and said weakly: "Yes..... it's you." ”

Lu Chaoge continued to drag and say, "Then what if I say that you are more like a great sage than them?" ”

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

"What I say is what I say, you know?"

Lu Chaoge walked behind him, patted him on the shoulder and waist, forced him to raise his head and chest, and said, "But I want to tell you, Monkey King will not keep his head bowed, nor will he be as unconfident as you, stand up straight!" ”

Xiao Mo Dongfang immediately stood upright, and there was some light in his eyes.

Lu Chaoge crooked his mouth and smiled, leaned into his ear and said, "Little brat, I'll tell you a secret again." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Mo Dongfang was stunned.

"I'm here as 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, and as soon as his spiritual power moved, sawdust flew, and he immediately carved out a very small wooden sword, which was also engraved with the word [Ruyi].

That day is not the winter solstice, the [Mortal Day] has passed, and Lu Chaoge can use cultivation.

"Well, I've got you."

"Also, keep it a secret!" So saying, he walked into the courtyard without looking back.

Xiao Mo Dongfang was holding a small wooden sword, with a confused expression, forgetting how he walked home.

It's just that his shoulders are no longer drooping, and his waist is straighter than ever.

A few years later, Mo Dongfang's grandmother died, and Lu Dongli met him again in that year's [Transformation Day], and for various reasons, he was finally accepted as an apprentice and became Luo Bing's junior brother.

Fate is 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 a Monkey King?" ”

Lu Chaoge didn't think about it, so he replied: "It's not like it at all." ”

Lu Dongli was so angry that he beat him.

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

"But it will be like that later."

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