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"That's right, it's Sword Twenty-Four."

The Stargazer is a disciple of the ancestor of Jiange.

Today, no one can surpass his swordsmanship. Even the head of Jiange, the old man Zhaixing, may not be above him. As the ancestor of Jiandao, he knew very well that a suitable sword would be for a swordsman.

How important it is.

Li Luo looked at the sword and felt extremely puzzled.

The star-gazing guest stroked his beard and said, "Pick up this sword, and from now on you will be the beginner of my star-gazing guest!"

Beginner!

Li Luo was shocked when he heard this! His expression was incredible.

Just a few breaths ago, he was still preparing to burn his cultivation and fight to the saint's realm for a desperate attempt, but in a blink of an eye, he was going to be taken into a saint's disciple?

Li Luo's heart was turbulent: "I want to know why."

After the fall of the ancestor of Jiange, the brothers of Zhaixingke and the Star Gazing Master fought each other to compete for the position of leader. In the end, Zhaixingke replaced the Seventy-Two Peaks of Jiange, and the junior brother Star Gazing Master was stamped into the seal and crazy.

Countless years.

Li Luo thought that if these rumors were true, the meaning of the return of the Stargazer was self-evident. That means that in the near future, Jiange will divide the two factions again and stage a dispute between the two factions.

And the sword in front of you means your choice.

Choose the side between the old man who picks the stars and the old man who plays the stars and stands.

He was not afraid of choosing sides, nor was he afraid of opposing Jiange, which was led by the old man Zhaixing.

In fact, during the year Li Luo became a sword slave, he had given up on the sword sect. He was obsessed with sword trajectory. After comprehending sword trajectory, he felt more and more that the real sword trajectory should not be what he is today.

He was crazy. He had fantasized that one day he could use his hands to exchange the seventy-two peaks of Jiange for a blue sky.

He knew that it was impossible to accomplish, even if he had a desperate life, he could not accomplish it.

Because the cultivation level of the old man Zhaixing's saint's realm is invincible. No one can compare with him in the world in terms of swordsmanship.

He used to just think crazy.

But now it seems that fate is favoring him and waving to him.

He didn't want to die or become a puppet. He was already very clear about his choice.

But I want to know why, why I chose myself!

"Maybe, because we've had wine."

The Stargazer's explanation seems a bit reluctant, reluctantly without any persuasion.

However, Li Luo believed it.

Because of this statement comes from the saint.

Li Luo is not stupid.

He knew very well that there was no need for lies between the saints and the ants, nor was there any need for any excuses. Because whether it was a lie or an excuse, it was an insult to the saints.

Li Luo finally smiled.

He no longer worried.

He took the sword twenty-four, knelt in front of the star-gazing guest on both knees, and kowtowed: "Li Luo pays homage to Master."

...

Jiang Manlou was very depressed.

He clearly didn't understand chess, but he could never escape the clutches of the Daozong master in the academy. It was the thirteenth night that Huangfu Yi broke into the door and then forced him to take him to the extremely rude place.

This Bodhi tree has played open-air chess.

He really could not bear this kind of abuse of children and destroying the life of the academy flowers.

There were a few times when I was struggling to take chess under the Bodhi tree. If I hadn't considered that the old man sitting opposite was the second belief in the academy, I would have tried my best to shock the Lord Daozong who had revenge on Luo Changfeng,

He really wants to make a fuss and scold the sky.

Jiang Manlou thought so.

Unwilling to accept a black spot and then fell down without thinking.

He glanced at Huangfu Yi next to Wuxiang Daozong in disappointment, and then wiped the cold sweat on his cheeks with relief, thinking that fortunately, this uncle master did not understand the ability of human hearts, otherwise it would be based on his own heart

Activity, maybe what will it look like after playing chess?

Wuxiang Dao Sect, who had no cultivation, looked at Jiang Manlou's position, and smiled hoarsely, "You have played chess for thirteen days in a row, and you have not known your skills at all."

Jiang Manlou rolled his eyes.

I thought I still have a chance to be good at chess skills?

Since Li Xingyun and those irresponsible guys left the academy, I was busy coping with the six-character student of the academy who came to challenge the third academy, and after the night, I was not distinguished by you.

I pulled this Bodhi tree to play chess... I haven't had enough sleep for more than ten days! Where can I have time to learn chess?

No matter how much I complain, Jiang Manlou still knows the right way.

He smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's Lord Daozong that you have superb chess skills, and students are beyond your reach."

Wuxiang Daozong smiled and said, "Is this the truth?"

Jiang Manlou raised his hand and sweared: "Absolutely the truth, otherwise...well, it will be thundering."

A burst of clouds and thunder sounded in the starry sky.

Jiang Manlou was shocked.

He shrank his neck and looked at the stars timidly.

Wuxiang Daozong smiled and said, "It's not bad, I know how to make me happy. I'm much better than your old man in the Jiang family."

Jiang Manlou was surprised: "Daozong knows the old man?"

The Wuxiang Dao Sect showed a little remembrance: "It's not just aware of it, but we even fought when we were as big as you."

Jiang Manlou was led by the old man of the Jiang family since childhood.

Speaking of which, the relationship with parents is not as heavy as the relationship with the old man.

When Jiang Manlou heard that Wuxiang Daozong and his old man were old acquaintances, he immediately became interested: "Who is better when Lord Daozong and my old man were young?"

Wuxiang Dao Sect said proudly: "That guy with a smell of copper only knows how to study various magical weapons and weapons behind closed doors. He is his opponent."

Jiang Manlou raised his eyebrows and felt a little sad: "That's right. The old man is immersed in the art of calligraphy, so he won't care about practice."

When talking about his old man, Jiang Manlou suddenly remembered a problem, a heavy problem.

He swallowed, looked at the thin old man sitting cross-legged across from him, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Wuxiang Dao Sect held his son and fell down: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Jiang Manlou glanced at Huangfu Yi again, and finally ignored Huangfu Yi's cold gaze. He mustered up the courage to whisper: "Mr. Dao Zong, your injury..."

Wuxiang Dao Sect stared at the chessboard with deep eyes. After finding that the move was wrong, he picked up the white piece and regretted it and fell. He smiled without feeling the bad influence at all, "It's okay."

Jiang Manlou choked up.

Is the second belief in the academy that once overlooked the world by Wangqingchuan, and the Taoist sect who promoted the middle Taoism of the Six Character Sect, about to die?

He had tears in his eyes: "Then, how many days do you have to live?"

Wuxiang Daozong was slightly stunned.

Obviously I didn't expect this little guy to be so direct.

He raised his head and looked at the shining Bodhis sons on the three thousand Bodhi trees, and said with emotion: "It's up to one year. I have to watch my disciple wake up with my own eyes."

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