It was getting late, and everything was coming to an end in the Chunqiu Mountain Hall.

Heng Yin, the leader of the Chunqiu Mountain Sect, was wearing a black robe, sitting on the main seat, and said, "Since the three uncles want to take the exam to be the master of the road, and the master of the road is happy to accept it, then let's make it so."

As he said that, he glanced at Lu Chaoge who was sitting in the guest seat and said, "Master Lu, please have a good night's rest in the elegant courtyard today."

Lu Chaoge nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

This time he came to Chunqiu Mountain, as he expected, there would definitely be some twists and turns.

But as the sect master of Chunqiu Mountain, Hengyin’s identity and status, as well as his own level of cultivation, are there. Although he is a love rival, it is not easy to end it personally... right?

At least for now, it won't.

As for tomorrow's test, Lu Chaoge is in a good mood.

He is the kind of person who never reviews before the exam. He will wait and see tomorrow.

After walking out of the main hall of Chunqiu Mountain, Pei Qianqian came to say goodbye to Lu Chaoge.

"Uncle Lu, I'm going to find my master." The energetic girl said to Lu Chaoge.

"Go." Lu Chaoge waved to her.

Lu Chaoge was quite regretful that he could not see the legendary Saint Master today.

After all, the Holy Master is not only strong, but also good-looking.

If anyone in the Tianxuan world has the most delicious food, it is definitely the Saint Master.

After Pei Qianqian left, Lu Chaoge approached Jiang Xinyan and said jokingly: "Xinyan, where is your residence in Chunqiu Mountain and you don't invite me to sit there?"

After that, he added: "Since you are Taoist couples, how can you go home to rest while I go to the elegant courtyard of Chunqiu Mountain?"

Lu Chaoge said this just to tease her.

After all, even when they were in Momen, Jiang Xinyan lived in a guest bamboo house and never stayed in Lu Chaoge's bamboo house.

When Jiang Xinyan heard this, his expression on his cold cheeks did not change, but his ears turned slightly red.

"Come with me." She said to Lu Chaoge.

"Huh?" Lu Chaoge wondered if he heard it wrong.

Jiang Xinyan said softly: "I...I am afraid that you will encounter some trouble tonight, so don't think too much."

The two of them haven't progressed to that point yet, what's more, even if she wanted to and Lu Chaoge figured it out, the conditions wouldn't allow it.

Level 43 Lu Chaoge, in front of level 61 Jiang Xinyan, can still be described with a classic song - "What a Man".

——Damn body refining flow!

Just as Lu Chaoge was about to say something, Jiang Xinyan grabbed him and turned him into a stream of light, flying towards his residence.

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Momen, Danqing Peak.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the green smoke in front of him and saw that the talisman paper that had troubled the sword masters of all generations was torn off easily. After being stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and looked at the wooden box.

It was obvious that the other party had no intention of avoiding him.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar has also been curious for a long time, wondering what exactly is contained in this wooden box that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Fortunately, Ji Changkong didn't know about this.

Although he and the middle-aged Confucian scholar belong to the same lineage of Black Bamboo Forest, this matter is only known to the sword masters of the past generations, so Ji Changkong was kept in the dark.

What would happen if he found out about this?

After the talisman paper was torn off, it burned on its own.

The blood-colored [forbidden] word appeared in the air for a moment after the talisman was burned, and then disappeared.

After the restriction was lifted, the middle-aged Confucian scholar could vaguely detect the scent of the items placed in the box.

Qing Yan gently pushed forward, and the black wooden box was completely opened.

Inside the wooden box, there is a bamboo flute, a bamboo flute made of black bamboo.

The bamboo flute is of ordinary style and does not have any tassels or pendants.

The whole flute has a restrained breath and looks like a mortal thing.

But after seeing the bamboo flute, the green smoke in the air stopped, as if stunned.

If Lu Chaoge were present, he would definitely ask, "Did you remember something?"

But the middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't know much about the person in the tomb.

He didn't know the identity of the other party, he didn't know who the other party was, but he noticed that her aura was consistent with the aura left on the box. She was actually a terrifying existence who had lived for more than 10,000 years!

Therefore, he didn't know that Aowu was suffering from severe memory loss.

The black bamboo flute in the wooden box slowly floated up and was then put into the grave.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood there and clearly felt a terrible spiritual power fluctuation in the lonely tomb.

He didn't know what happened in the tomb. He only knew that if he didn't stop it at this moment, the entire Danqing Peak and the entire Momen would be razed to the ground in an instant!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his right hand and clapped it forward.

The chaotic spiritual energy in the solitary grave was instantly absorbed into his palm.

His left hand pointed backwards slightly, and the restrictions around him immediately strengthened.

On Danqing Peak, no one was aware of the changes here.

Lu Dongli was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating, her long and straight legs crossed together, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Not to mention her, even Ji Changkong, the second among the four divine swords, only entered meditation in the bamboo house, completely unaware that a force that could destroy the entire Danqing Peak in an instant was spreading outward.

The expression of the middle-aged Confucian scholar did not change at all, and the chaotic and turbulent spiritual power was completely isolated in front of his palm.

His hair, even the headband on his crown, didn't move at all.

The front is turbulent and the back is calm, as if they are two worlds.

Time passed by, and after about half a stick of incense, everything disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar heard the voice of the one in the tomb again.

"Well, thank you."

He put down his palm, cupped it and said, "Senior, there is no need to be so polite."

——True, it takes a little effort.

"After seeing it, I remembered something." The wailing sound continued to spread.

She continued: "The person who entrusted this thing to you is named Lu Li?"

Lu Li, the bizarre Lu Li.

When Lu Chaoge was at the trial site of the Sword Sect, he heard the name of the thousand-year-old peach tree planted by Emperor Qing mentioned.

Then, after he returned to Momen, he also talked about this name with Aowu.

Aowu told him that she had some impressions of Lu Li.

During the ancient catastrophe, the Qing Emperor did not fall.

After the ancient catastrophe, he also accepted a disciple. And this disciple's name was Lu Li!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded after hearing this.

The first sword master of the Sword Sect was Lu Li!

In other words, the Black Bamboo Forest lineage of Jianzong was actually left behind by Qingdi’s disciples!

Aowu saw that he nodded and didn't speak for a long time, which reminded her of something again.

After a while, she said: "Well, I'm going to sleep for a while, and thank you."

"Okay, I'll take my leave now, junior." The middle-aged Confucian scholar once again bent towards the solitary grave and bowed. After performing a junior salute, he left the place.

At this moment, inside the coffin of the solitary grave, a small hand was grasping the black bamboo flute.

On the outside of the partially opened coffin board, a small section of furry tail was exposed, swaying gently.

It was obvious that she was in a pretty good mood today.

"Well, I remembered something again. Let me just say that I'm not stupid at all." Aowu said softly, wagging his tail even more happily.

The little hand brushed the black bamboo flute. The bamboo flute that looked like an ordinary thing before now trembled slightly, and it had its own spirituality!

Aowu looked at it and said softly: "You were not left to me by him, you were left by him to him."

"But he's not at home."

"Well, let's wait for him to come back together."

As he spoke, Aowu hugged the black bamboo flute, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!