It's illogical, but it's natural.

"... Do you want to be my apprentice? You can serve food, clothing, daily life."

This matter was finalized at the time, and Sang Luojiu immediately had the right to enter the curtain to light a cigarette for him. It was as fast as a play, so fast that Sang Luojiu felt that he was dreaming, so fast that he forgot the etiquette and didn't care about watching the next game, and asked Feng Rugu: "I dare to ask Yun Zhongjun, why should he be a disciple?"

Why should I take an illegitimate son as my disciple?

Why should I take a sword cultivator who can only be considered an ordinary sword cultivator?

Feng Rugu held a jade wine pot in one hand, and the strong fragrance of mulberry wine was emitted from the pot: "Which age did you start practicing sword with your brother?"

Sang Luojiu thought about it and replied: "Seven years old."

"Well, seven years old." Feng Rugu said, "You have known his faults for a long time, but he doesn't know your... The sword path he took was very arrogant, obviously, he didn't take you seriously at all."

As he said that, Feng Rugu looked up at him and gave a conclusion lightly: "You have deceived him for eight years."

Sang Luojiu remained silent: "Yun Zhongjun Gao looked at me. My second brother and I only have the same sword skills."

"Is that?" Feng Rugu said, "Every sword you played in the subsequent game is very restrained and the calculation is exquisitely calculated, just to maintain this 'Boy-Bo'. You want him to feel that you are not threatening, and then he went back to Feihuamen and continued to relax his vigilance against you, right?"

Before I knew it, Sang Luojiu's forehead was covered with sweat: "Yun Zhongjun..."

"If you want to make a name for yourself, I will give you a chance to make a name for yourself. Wouldn't it be good?" Feng Rugu drank freely, "This is what you have been asking for in your heart for so many years, isn't it?"

"…Yun Zhongjun, I don't understand."

"I heard a few of the changes in Feihuamen over the years, which was very interesting. What's more interesting is that these happened after an illegitimate child got started."

"It's just a coincidence."

"This is of course a coincidence, just like what I have seen just now, it is a coincidence of careful calculation."

Having said that, the numbness of Sang Luo's back had faded after a long time.

He is a special child and always has a way to calm down quickly in the face of crisis.

He calmed down and asked, "Since Yun Zhongjun knows what kind of person I am, why should I accept me as my disciple and cause trouble?"

"Trouble? Are you?" Feng Rugu repeated his words, "You are not a big trouble to me."

Sang Luojiu knew that he was obviously despised.

But Feng Rugu was able to expose his disguise at first sight, which was enough for him to be convinced by him.

Feng Rugu said lazily: "Don't say anything troublesome or not. You and I are masters and apprentices, but they are all in their own way: If you are my apprentices, no one dares to talk about your life experience in front of you. You can leave that dirty vortex and ask your second brother and third brother to fight. Your third brother Hua Bishuang was trained by you personally. You have both literary and military skills and value love and friendship. It is much better than your reckless second brother. Even if your father gives up the throne, he will probably give it to your third brother. Your third brother was raised since childhood and has a very unusual relationship with you. The essence of Feihua Sect will still fall into your hands. How about it, I'm not bad, right?"

Although he guessed that Feng Rugu had some understanding of his family affairs, and heard that he could do it so easily and gently dismantle his own situation, Sang Luojiu still couldn't help but his throat tightened: "Yun Zhongjun... I have already understood something about Yaxia, so I didn't avoid it: I really need Yunzhongjun to help me. But what does Yunzhongjun need me to do?"

"There is a fool's apprentice in my 'Silent Water Flowing Deep'. His mind is not very good, so he needs..." Feng Rugu poked out his index finger and middle finger, made a rabbit ear, and touched it gently, "Just reconcile... Oh, by the way, he went down the mountain to eliminate demons, and you may have to see him in a few days."

Sang Luojiu: "..." That's all?

Feng Rugu really seems to have no other needs.

He leaned against the soft couch, posing in a chat, and spoke to Sang Luojiu sideways: "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you could take over Feihuamen in the future?"

"I haven't thought about it." Sang Luojiu's voice was gentle and gentle, "Maybe it will be carried forward, maybe it will be burned."

Feng Rugu laughed loudly, crossed his legs, and did not think it was offended at all.

Sang Luojiu thought that this evil person in Taoism was indeed well-known, and he might not need to hide anything in front of him.

Feng Rugu didn't care what was going on in his Jiuqu heart, and then drank a sip of wine on his own, looked at the mouth of the jade pot that was soaked in the wine, and said casually: "From today, you can change the name Sang Luojiu. Sang Luo's wine will last for a long time."

...

Sang Luojiu woke up from his meditation and repeated: "...it's really a story worth mentioning."

"I just can't figure it out." Luo Fuchun said, "Master is so lazy and has never given us any advice on swordsmanship. How could you be so devoted to Master? You listen to him and let him go, thinking about what he will do in everything. Following his will, it will make him worse the more he spoiled."

Sang Luojiu thought about this issue seriously.

For more than ten years, he put on a smile and changed everything around him without any emotion.

But he is very lonely.

In front of her mother, he was what she wanted and was the best child in the world.

Until the hand stretched out from the thin curtain, he made a lazily move.
Chapter completed!