Luo Wen's residence is also a three-story high-rise building, just opposite Luo Yao's tall building, one is on the east of Xiaohu and the other is on the west of Xiaohu. From the appearance, the two high-rise buildings are almost no different. The only difference is that the small building on the east is guarded by silver-armored warriors outside, and there are only a few servants with beautiful faces at the door of the west.

Everyone knows it, but what Luo Wen himself doesn't admit is that he has been imitating his father. Every word, every action, every move, is imitating everywhere.

When Luo Yao was riding a horse, he liked to cross one leg on the saddle and lean forward slightly. In order to ride like this, Luo Wen has been hit a lot since he was a child. Now he still has a few scars on his back. Luo Yao's knife is a veritable double-handed knife, but he never holds the knife with both hands. In order to do so, Luo Wen worked hard for several years to make the sword with a blade of 1.5 meters long.

He had never entered Luo Yao's study, but he knew that the furnishings in the study were told by Zhongbo, so he asked someone to completely copy a set according to the arrangement. The size of the desk would not be checked at all, and the position of the pen holder and inkstone would not be different.

Zhongbo is a person with outstanding memory, and he puts these things in his own hands.

Luo Wen didn't know how old Zhongbo was this year, but he knew that Zhongbo was one of the four golds and thirty-six silvers of his father. He had never seen Zhongbo pull his sword box since he was a child. Zhongbo said that since he destroyed Shang, he had never encountered an opponent worthy of his sword.

Luo Wen believed what Zhongbo said.

When he was six years old, he had to go up to Cangman Mountain, and ran out with a few servants. He was surrounded by a group of He warriors who had long been eyeing them. Just when he thought he would die, Zhongbo came. Without opening the sword box, he cut off seventy-three heads with one palm.

He climbed Cangman Mountain for the second time when he was nine years old. While washing his face by the waterfall halfway up the mountain, he encountered a dragon and a giant python fighting. He was so confused that he forgot to escape, but was discovered by another giant python swimming over. It was Zhong Bo again, but he still didn't open the sword box and cut off the head of the giant python, which was two feet long with one palm.

Because he trusted Zhongbo so much, when he ordered the small door of the backyard to invite guests in, the first sentence was to say to Zhongbo: "Stand behind me."

As long as Zhong Bo is here, he will feel that there will be no danger.

But when the guest came in, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

The person who came was a monk who could not tell the specific age, wearing a white robe and holding his hands together. The monk looked very gentle and kind, without any resentment. But for some reason, Luo Wen felt that he had no secret in his heart just after being looked at by the monk.

"Thank you, my grandfather."

The monk put his hands together, but did not bow down to salute.

Luo Wen was not dissatisfied at all because he knew what extraordinary status the monk in front of him had.

"Heavenly Lord asks for a seat."

Luo Wen learned about his father and pretended to be cold and expressionless. He felt that he had learned enough, but his heart was cold. Because when he turned around, he saw Zhongbo's hand always placed on the sword box, which was something he had never seen in twenty years.

He also saw Zhongbo's hand trembling while touching the sword box switch, which was the kind of uncontrollable trembling.

Then he saw Zhongbo's face, which was so pale that it was as ugly as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"It's a coincidence that the general was not here."

The monk smiled and sat down on his chair to pick up the hot tea and smelled it: "Is this the tea from Wuyi Mountain? I rarely drink such new ones... It takes a year and a half to go from Wuyi Mountain to Daxue Mountain, so I have never drunk new tea. Calculate the days, it should be the time when the new tea has just come down, so I am lucky. The Mongolian Yuan is the largest country in the world, but unfortunately, the Mongolian Yuan cannot plant tea trees... It is too cold on the Great Snow Mountain, and other plants are rare in addition to pine and cypress."

While he said, he took out a wooden box from his wide cuff and placed it on the coffee table: "But something rare on the Great Snow Mountain is only available in the world. This is a snow lotus that blooms once every 800 years. It is quite strange. The young master has a good foundation in martial arts, but he is born with a little weak body. This snow lotus is given to the young master. You Sui people have a saying that it is a bad thing to come but not to go. The young master invites me to drink the new tea from Wuyi Mountain, and I will give the young master a snow lotus."

He opened the wooden box and immediately a cold air overflowed from the box. Soon, the temperature in the room dropped.

This is actually a light blue snow lotus, which is even rarer. I don’t know what material the box is made of, which can keep the cold from changing due to the outside temperature.

"this……"

Luo Wen's face changed, and his eyes were fixed on the snow lotus and he could no longer move.

When he first practiced martial arts, the man who taught him to practice said that he was talented but was weak because of premature birth. If he wanted to achieve great success, he had to find a genius treasure to take it to nourish the meridians and replenish the qi and dantian. This 800-year-old light blue snow lotus is enough to be called a treasure, and it is a good thing that he has been unable to obtain for many years.

The so-called genius treasure is not ordinary ginseng Ganoderma lucidum.

Things that grow in specific places are hard to come by.

"This gift is too thick."

Luo Wen hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but pick up the wooden box and take a closer look. Zhong Bo, who was standing behind him, wanted to persuade him, but after being looked at it, the monk couldn't even say anything.

"What's wrong with the Heavenly Lord coming to the door? It's just a pity that my father is not here. If there is anything important, I can only wait for my father to come back."

Luo Wen smiled at the snow lotus.

The monk shook his head: "I'm here to visit you, Mr. Master."

...

...

"I heard that the general loves the young master very much. It is true that he saw it today... This person is Zhong Bo, the three musketeers of the four golden guards around the general. He sent such a master to the young master. The general is really very good to you."

Zhongbo's face became worse and worse, and the pressure exerted by the monk on him was getting stronger and stronger, which made him almost unable to bear it. He was not sure whether he would open the sword box in the next second to pull out his sword.

No one has called him the Three Musketeers for many years.

There are three swords in the sword box, and he knows three sword techniques. Each sword technique uses a special long sword, which is extremely powerful.

Hearing this sentence, Luo Wen's expression became gloomy: "My father... is indeed very caring for me. I don't know why the Heavenly Lord came to me specifically, so why?"

"Transfer your cultivation level and help you become a top master."

The monk smiled and said, "Young Master should know that if there is someone in this world who can make you become a ninth-grade strongman in the shortest time, only Daxueshan Dalun Temple has such supernatural powers. Back then, I owe the general a favor and always wanted to find an opportunity to pay it back, but the general didn't accept it. If the general didn't accept it, I had to find you."

"One cause and another result, the general planted the cause, and the young master will come to enjoy the fruit today."

"this……"

Luo Wen's face changed and he smiled embarrassedly, "I won't bother the Heavenly Lord. I am so arrogant and I can't master my martial arts. How dare I seek the magical powers and magical methods of Daxue Mountain?"

"Young Master is wrong."

The monk said in a gentle tone: "The general's martial arts is tremendous in history and the present, but it is only suitable for the general. Although the young master is the only son of the general, the general's way of practicing is not necessarily suitable for you. You should know that the general's physical constitution is rare, and it is not seen in a century... It is taught by the general, but your physical constitution is destined to not learn what he has."

Luo Wen's eyes became more depressed, and he shook his head: "My father said that learning martial arts is the most taboo to see this mountain looking high. I haven't even climbed this mountain yet, so where is the right to climb a mountain?"

"This is even more wrong."

The monk smiled and said, "This mountain looks high... The Sui people always say something unreasonable. No matter how high the mountain is, why do you want to climb the scenery? No matter how high the mountain is, why do you like the scenery? Why don't you go climb the mountain? After climbing this mountain, you will be afraid of the mountain you like?"

Luo Wen's heart moved, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still dare not forget my father's teachings."

“It’s okay…”

The monk said seriously: "Since the young master is unwilling to learn my unique skills in Daxue Mountain, I cannot force it. Everything has an opportunity, and what is forced will not have the most perfect result. If the young master is determined to learn the things of the general and become a top master like the general, there is only one way."

"What's the solution?"

Luo Wen asked anxiously.

“Change your physique.”

Luo Wen's face changed: "How is this possible?"

The monk smiled proudly: "For the Buddhist sect, what is impossible in this world? In the eyes of ordinary people, the Ming King will do anything impossible as if he is free. You can tell that there are three thousand gold-body monks in Dalun Temple, and they are also ordinary people. But after practicing the secret method of Dalun Temple, he was reborn and achieved a golden body that is not damaged."

After saying this, he glanced at Luo Wen, paused for a moment and continued, "If you want to become a person like a general, the first step is to transform your body into a general-like physique."

Luo Wen's eyes were full of hesitation. He subconsciously looked back at Zhongbo. But he found that Zhongbo's face looked ugly like a ghost, and beads of sweat were constantly sliding down Zhongbo's forehead. He held the sword box with one hand and just pressed it to open the sword box, but the hand trembled more and more violently and further away from the switch.

He wanted to ask Zhongbo what to do, but he couldn't ask, so he looked at Zhongbo with an inquiry look.

Zhongbo wanted to say no, but wanted to shake his head, but found that he could not open his mouth and could not shake his head. He tried his best, but still did not stop the force imposed on him. He gradually lost control of his body, and then he nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!