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In a quiet little courtyard.

Jiang Zuoliu stared at Li Mo, speechless for a long time. The penetrating eyes contained too many emotions, shock, astonishment, doubt... and even jealousy, to name a few, and finally turned into a hint of sadness.

He became famous at a young age and was considered outstanding in Luofu Mountain.

When he is satisfied with his ambition, he can't help but become frivolous, as if the world is already crawling under his feet.

When he was young, he had great ambitions and once promised to be the best in the world.

Even Heijian once said that at the age of frivolous Meng Lang, he should hide his ambition on his face.

That year, the peach blossoms were blooming, and Jiangzuo Liu walked singing, carrying his dream of becoming famous all over the world, and bidding farewell to Luofu Mountain, which had carried him for the first half of his life.

"One day, I will make my name of Luofu Mountain resound throughout the world again."

Jiang Zuoliu wanted to recreate the glory of the Black Sword. He entered the world of martial arts alone. Apart from the skills he had cultivated in Luofu Mountain, he set off on the road with only his pride.

However, the world is huge and the wind and waves are strong.

After entering the rivers and lakes, he saw that there were always dragons and tigers hidden deep in the stormy waves.

Time has gradually smoothed his edges, and the pride he once held has long since turned into a feeling of regret.

The world is too big, even if he has cultivated to the nine-inch realm, with his talent, he has reached the end. Compared with the real monster, he is only a mortal after all.

Jiang Zuoliu came back. He just wanted to find a successor before he died, but he had the last regret in his heart.

However, when he saw Li Mo, the frivolous dreams he had when he was young came to his mind like a tide.

"It's great to be young... Such a talent... If I can..." Jiang Zuoliu raised his hand. He looked at Li Mo in his prime, with undisguised envy in his eyes.

At such an age, he has actually already reached the ninth level and developed the spiritual roots of Taoism.

If he had such a talent back then, he might have already entered the spiritual realm, and how could he end up like this?

The envy from the strong man in [Nine Inch Realm]... That blazing gaze made Li Mo's scalp numb... He even felt a little confused.

Although he can be considered a master now, he certainly cannot compare with an existence of this level.

At this moment, Li Mo couldn't understand Jiang Zuoliu's state of mind.

"Young people are so scary... I never thought that I, Luofu Mountain... no, such a monster would come out of the Mountain Ghost Academy..." Jiang Zuoliu greeted Li Mo and sat down.

He knew very well that with the achievements of the young man in front of him, Luofu Mountain would definitely be his world in the future.

No, the stage in Luofu Mountain is too small and seems unable to hold such a hidden dragon.

"No wonder Lao Zhao is not in the mountains. He ran away because you were angry."

Jiang Zuoliu looked at Xiao Chaoyuan and couldn't help laughing.

He knew that these two people had always been enemies and would compete in everything. Now that such a talent has emerged from Shanguiyuan, Zhao Dongcheng will probably go crazy with envy.

"No...he was angry and ran away purely because of my excellence." Xiao Chaoyuan grinned.

In this Ninth Academy high-level evaluation, Xiao Chaoyuan ranked so much higher than Zhao Dongcheng, completely throwing off the hat of the last two contenders. How could the latter still have the dignity to stand in front of him?

"Old Zhao doesn't know yet." Xiao Chaoyuan whispered.

If Zhao Dongcheng knew that a talent like Li Mo had emerged from Shanguiyuan, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood...so angry that he would dig out his ancestors from their graves and bury them all over again.

"It seems that after coming from Black Sword, my luck in Luofu Mountain has returned."

As he spoke, Jiang Zuoliu took out a small metal ball from his arms, the size of a thumb, gilded and shining with the luster of mysterious runes.

"This is considered a meeting gift."

"This is……"

Before Li Mo had time to react, Xiao Chaoyuan exclaimed, seeming to recognize him.

"Weapon refining golden ball!?"

"You have good eyesight, Lao Xiao. You have recognized some good things over the years." Jiang Zuoliu said with a smile.

"If I don't know this thing, I'll just retire."

As he spoke, Xiao Chaoyuan winked at Li Mo.

"Thank you, senior." Li Mo understood and took it smoothly.

"Li Mo, this is a good thing...the secretly refined treasure of the Xuantian Pavilion can be fused with your own rune weapons and upgraded to a higher level." Xiao Chaoyuan explained.

"Is there such a good thing?" Li Mo's eyes lit up.

The weapon refining golden ball is a treasure researched by Xuantian Pavilion.

Each one contains dozens of special materials, which are compressed in the golden ball according to a certain ratio. Once combined with the rune weapon, it will react and complete a complex weapon refining process, thereby converting the rune weapon into a golden ball. The appearance, quality, power, etc. of weapons are upgraded to a higher level.

This is a product of the ultimate development of weapon refining skills. It is also a treasure exclusive to Xuantian Pavilion and cannot be bought outside even if you have money.

"This [Golden Weapon Refining Ball] is only effective on sword-type rune weapons, and it can only strengthen rune weapons below the third level." Jiang Zuoliu reminded.

Weapon refining golden balls are also divided into categories. Different types of rune weapons require different materials, shapes, runes, etc.

The one in Jiang Zuoliu's hand just happened to be able to strengthen sword-type rune weapons.

"Isn't this just right? Someone will give you a pillow when you are really sleepy." Li Mo was secretly happy.

The [Red Flame Sword] in his hand is just right.

Originally, after what happened to Xu Chenfeng in the Tianshi Mansion last time, Li Mo had the idea of ​​forging the [Red Flame Sword] again, otherwise other masters of the Tianshi Mansion would still find out the clues in the future.

It's fine now. With the blessing of the [Weapon Refining Golden Ball] and the transformation of the [Red Flame Sword], there are no worries anymore.

"In this way, the Red Flame Sword is a fifth-grade rune weapon."

Thinking of this, Li Mo couldn't help but express his gratitude to Jiang Zuoliu again.

"Little brother, just think of it as a good relationship. You are very similar to me when I was young." Jiang Zuoliu said with a smile.

He is already dying, and it is useless to keep these external possessions. Of course, he will still leave most of them to his disciples.

As for Li Mo...it would be better if he was weaker. If he could be weaker, he could accept it.

However, after practicing to this level, Jiang Zuoliu had nothing left to give to him.

"If you are interested, help me keep an eye on it and see if there is a suitable candidate who can become my disciple." Jiang Zuoliu said with a smile.

When Li Mo heard this, his heart moved, and the figure of Feng Wannian first appeared in his mind.

Feng shui leaves no room for outsiders.

"First of all, the character must be good." Jiang Zuoliu added.

Li Mo was stunned and shook his head, his mind becoming empty.

"I will definitely help senior pay attention."

Li Mo enjoyed today's dinner so much that he couldn't even remember what he ate.

After the dinner was over, he couldn't wait to go back to the mountain. In the middle of the night, a blaze of fire shot into the sky.

The Red Flame Sword has been sublimated.

That night, Li Mo got into bed holding the Chi Yan Dao and slept particularly soundly.

…

In the following days, apart from normal practice, Li Mo spent most of his time on the Red Flame Sword.

I have to say that the fifth-grade rune weapons feel different when used.

"I heard that the nine-inch senior has already decided on his disciple."

On this day, Feng Wannian brought back a piece of breaking news.

"So fast? Who?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

A strong man in the Nine Inch Realm is still about to die... If he becomes his disciple, it will be like finding a rich woman in her eighties, waiting to inherit hundreds of millions of family assets at any time.

For most of the disciples in Luofu Mountain, this is an opportunity for pie to fall from the sky, and they all want to catch this pie.

I just don’t know anyone who has such blessing and luck.

"You'd never guess it."

"It can't be Qi Yu." Li Mo muttered.

"Shen Yimen!" Feng Wannian reported a name.

"He!?" Li Mo was stunned.

This candidate was something Li Mo never thought of.

That night, Jiang Zuoliu said personally that he had no other requirements for choosing a disciple, but that he had to have good character first.

Shen Yimen's character... I can't say it's bad, but I can't say it's good either, especially in terms of the relationship between men and women, although it's all voluntary.

His principle has always been to not take the initiative, refuse, or take responsibility.

"How could it be Shen Yimen!?" Li Mo was puzzled.

So many disciples from all over the Ninth Academy have not taken a fancy to it?

"I heard from the senior that Shen Yimen is very similar to him when he was young."

"..."

Li Mo fell silent, these words sounded familiar.

"Shen Yi's family has become famous and he has lost so many senior sisters. He has finally reached the sky and is about to reach the pinnacle of his life..."

Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh.

For this purpose, Shen Yimen set up twenty tables in the Red Lantern Building as a farewell gift.

I heard that his former acquaintances occupied three tables, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious and friendly.

"Farewell? Is he leaving?" Li Mo asked.

Feng Wannian nodded: "That senior is going to take him on a long journey to practice."

Hearing this, Li Mo let out a light "Huh".

As far as he knew, Jiang Zuoliu only had three months left to live. He wanted to pass on his mantle, so naturally he couldn't do it behind closed doors, so he had to take Shen Yimen out.

"Senior Brother Shen is gone, I wonder how many boudoirs will be left vacant." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"You are right. This is the time when senior sisters can take advantage of the situation and...comfort." Feng Wannian nodded and sincerely thanked Li Mo for the reminder.

That day, people in the red lantern building exchanged glasses of wine, changing glasses, and drank from night to early morning.

Obviously, this is a major event in Shen Yimen's life, so he naturally needs to enjoy it to the fullest.

Raise a glass, drink and sing wildly, only merit and fame can be achieved.

This is the true spirit of youth.

…

The next day, it was dawn.

Li Mo got up and went to the prison. As soon as he reached the mountain path, he heard the sound of men and women talking.

"It sounds familiar."

Li Mo followed the voice and looked over. In the shadow of the dense forest, Shen Yimen was talking to a woman. She looked like she had come from down the mountain. She was dressed simply and looked about thirty years old. There were traces of time in the corners of her eyes. , but cannot be compared with those beautiful and charming senior sisters in the sect.

However, in front of this woman, Shen Yimen lost his usual suave temperament. Instead, he lowered his head obediently and listened to the woman quietly. He was shy and quiet, and there was even an inexplicable trace in his eyes. , Unknown feelings.

"Sister-in-law, I understand. It's getting colder, so you should wear more clothes."

Shen Yimen suddenly spoke, interrupting the woman's "talking".

"Where's the Tian Diao brocade I brought you last time? It's still cold in the winter, sister-in-law, don't be reluctant to part with these items." Shen Yimen's eyes were full of concern.

"I know, you're going on a long journey soon. Tell your sister-in-law if you need anything..."

The two talked for a long time, and finally the woman refused Shen Yimen's offer and went down the mountain alone.

But Shen Yimen still stood there and never left for a long time.

"Shen Yimen also has a sister-in-law?" Li Mo couldn't help but wonder.

"Of course, he was sent up the mountain by his sister-in-law."

Feng Wannian appeared out of nowhere.

"You know this as well?"

"Shen Yimen's family used to be considered number one in the capital. Unfortunately, they offended a noble man and their family fell into decline... When they ended up here, he, his brother, and his sister-in-law were the only ones left."

Feng Wannian whispered softly: "Within two years, his brother died."

"His sister-in-law has been taking care of him and sent him to Luofu Mountain to practice. Therefore, Shen Yimen... loves his sister-in-law very much. She would go down to the mountain to stay for a few days every once in a while, even..."

At this point, Feng Wannian lowered his voice: "He will sneak back to see her sister-in-law."

"Sneak back?"

"Even his sister-in-law doesn't know."

"You know all this?" Li Mo showed a strange expression.

"Some people have seen it. I have a wide range of paths. They heard about it."

Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh: "It really fulfills that old saying..."

"What?"

"If heaven has love, heaven will also grow old. A good wife is not as good as a good sister-in-law."

"You're just a dung beetle lifting a big cauldron, that's too much." Li Mo shook his head.

"You don't understand... You see, Senior Brother Shen is playing with the world and lusting after flowers, but he is actually single-minded. The women around him change one after another, but in fact he is still alone."

"He's waiting..."

Speaking of this, Feng Wannian sighed: "In every man's life, there will be a woman he can't forget, just like me..."

"Whenever I go to the beach to play, and the sea water blowing in the wind has a faint salty smell, I miss her very much."

Feng Wannian's eyes filled with deep reminiscence.

There may be such a woman in his life. In his long life, he occasionally thinks of her. At that time, her smile was sweet but she tasted salty.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Shen will soon spread his wings and fly high." Feng Wannian urged Li Mo.

While others are rising through the ranks, they still have to bear the burden and move forward. In addition to envying such a different life, they can only express gratitude to God for being unfair.

However, on the same day, a piece of heavy news came back.

"Shen Yimen actually rejected that senior's choice?"

"He was willing to stay in the door."

Even though Feng Wannian was the source of the information, he couldn't help but question his authenticity.

This is simply self-destructive. After all, such an opportunity does not come anytime.

"Perhaps, Senior Brother Shen really..." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

"Sure enough, everyone has their own obsession."

Just like Feng Wannian's information, Shen Yimen really stayed and never traveled far.

As for Jiang Zuoliu's obsession, he must find a decent successor for himself before he dies.

Everyone's hope was rekindled.

However, at this moment, everyone on Luofu Mountain was on alert, completely interrupting this episode.

"Three days later, the Tengu will eat the sun, the pure Yang will disappear, the Taiyin will grow, life and death will change, and the demons will become fierce!"

"All disciples cancel their holidays and all staff are on standby!"

On this day, even Li Mo, the jailer, felt the tense atmosphere in the sect.

“The rain is about to come and the wind is blowing all over the building!!”

Thanks to Mr. Fox for the reward! Adjust the status today and try to update as early as possible tomorrow! I recommend a book called "Invincibility Begins by Sacrificing a Sacrifice to the Patriarch". It's very interesting and has almost 3 million words!