11th Xie Qiaosheng arrives

The blue-robed swordsman was somewhat bewildered by this sudden inquiry, but seeing Lu Yinche's extraordinary demeanor, he dared not neglect him. After a slight hesitation, he replied respectfully, "Junior's disciple is Ranchuan Chengxiaozong. Senior...what advice do you have for me?"

Chengxiao Sect - the sect where Sword Saint Feng Ling belongs.

Lu Denghe's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that he hadn't been mistaken just now, and that the Sword Saint himself had truly descended to earth and was in this small restaurant? But the problem was, if the ancestor came to him like this, would he be able to defeat him? He was already injured, what would he do if he couldn't defeat him?

Who knows if the Sword Saint was still not satisfied after stabbing once, and every time he thought of the humiliation of being forced to form a contract for hundreds of years, he would be filled with hatred and ready to stab a few more times to make up for the "shortcomings" left by his momentary kindness back then?

He had already played out the clichéd "I love you, you don't love me" drama in his mind eight hundred times, but Lu Yinche looked unsurprised. He said, "I know that. Your sect's swordsmanship is distinctive. I just saw the few moves you used, and the variations in them were particularly interesting, so I wanted to ask, who is the specific master of your lineage?"

A trace of embarrassment crossed the blue-robed swordsman's face. "I'm humbled to receive such praise, Senior. However, the situation was urgent just now, and my mind was in a state of confusion. My moves were mixed up, and now that I think about it, I can't quite remember them."

"It's okay. I have a method, you will understand once you see it." He took out the Seven Special Pagodas from his arms.

The sword cultivator didn't recognize this thing and was about to ask when the gray-robed monk who had been working hard beside him suddenly raised his head.

His gaze didn't linger on Lu Yinche's face. Instead, he calmly glanced at the ancient magic weapon in his hand. Then, he turned to the busy waiter in the lobby and ordered in a calm tone, "Waiter, five more bowls."

Just a follow-up.

The blue-clothed swordsman thought he was going to express some insightful opinion, and was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

This uncle-in-law was well-known in the sect for his ability to eat. According to gossip, even when Sword Saint Feng Ling attended such a solemn occasion as the Centennial Celebration of the Immortal Alliance, all the powerful people present only tasted a little bit of the food, but this uncle-in-law continued to eat.

Lu Yinche made no comment on this sentimental man's actions. He simply smiled and lightly brushed the eaves of the third floor of the Qishu Pagoda with his fingertips.

Buzz——

The tower vibrated ever so slightly, and the third floor actually began to slowly rotate in the opposite direction of the others. Simultaneously, the round orb atop the tower suddenly lit up with a soft, clear light. A solid beam of light shot out, rapidly condensing into a palm-sized square screen of light a few inches in the air in front of the swordsman.

On the light screen, light and shadow flowed, and every detail was clearly visible. It was the scene of his fierce battle with the talisman practitioner in the hall just now. It was so clear that even the slight delay when his sword moves changed and the flow of spiritual power when the talisman practitioner activated the talisman were captured clearly.

There are countless rare treasures in the world of cultivation. Although magical instruments that can record light and shadow and recall scenes are uncommon, they are not unique.

The blue-robed swordsman's surprise subsided slightly, but a greater suspicion arose: This person... had actually recorded the entire thing? What was his intention?

Only Lu Denghe knew the truth.

The moment he saw the light screen, his scalp went numb - it's over, the homework material library has been updated again!

The retrospective and development function of the Seven Special Pagoda was probably used by the ancestor specifically to review and teach him.

It was foreseeable that tonight or tomorrow, the ancestor would point at this incredibly clear fight scene and slowly ask him, "Deng He, look, if you were to encounter this kind of talisman combo, how would you respond? If you were to face this abrupt attack from Qi, how would you resolve it? If you..."

What can he do?

He was just a mere Foundation Establishment Stage person... Of course he would run away as fast as he could!

However, Lu Yinche clearly had no time to worry about his children's studies at the moment. With a focused expression, he gently pinched and closed his fingers on the screen, accurately freezing the image on a sword move performed by the blue-robed swordsman.

"This is it." Lu Yinche tapped the stagnant sword shadow with his fingertips. His tone remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable inquiry. "This may be a bit presumptuous, but I do recognize a few of your old friends and know a few things. However, this style is completely different from the 'Spiritual', 'Glory' and other sword techniques. I hope you can enlighten me and clear up my confusion."

He was extremely humble, and there was even a rare hint of politeness in his words.

The blue-robed swordsman was captivated by the sword style Lu Yinche had pointed out. He stared at the screen and carefully reviewed it several times, trying to recall the feeling of the fierce battle just now. After a moment, he replied somewhat embarrassedly, "Senior, you have a keen eye. This is indeed not the orthodox teaching of the sect. My cultivation is shallow, and I have not yet fully comprehended the profoundness of the sect's swordsmanship, so I dare not speak rashly. But I can tell you that this style was taught by my great-grandmaster, who recorded it and created it myself..."

Just as they were talking about the important part, the gray-robed monk slammed down his chopsticks and said, "What are you going to tell him about my uncle's affairs?"

Several people looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the gray-robed monk had finally won the battle with the bowl in front of him. While waiting for the new noodles to be served, he raised his eyelids. His eyes fell on Lu Yinche, and he didn't hide his scrutiny.

Lu Yinche smiled, then calmly raised his arms, which were hanging naturally, and crossed them across his chest - it was a defensive posture that implied scrutiny and alienation.

"Oh?" His voice was slightly deep, with a hint of inquiry in it. "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, your uncle is...?"

The blue-robed swordsman quickly interjected, introducing with the respect of a junior to an elder, "Senior, this is my uncle. The 'uncle' he just mentioned is none other than our ancestor."

The gray-robed monk seemed not to have heard his nephew's explanation. His eyes, calm and almost indifferent, stared straight at Lu Yinche, and the corners of his mouth twitched very slightly, as if he was sneering.

He picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then uttered a few words: "Why are you pretending?"

"Lu Yinche, you don't know me, how can I forget your face?"

As soon as the name came out, Lu Denghe instinctively looked around, but no one around him seemed to have heard it. No one was looking in this direction?

Is it a decision to avoid being drawn?

That’s amazing. I didn’t even see this person move.

Lu Yinche was only surprised for a moment.

He remembered who this person was, so he crossed his arms and laughed heartily, completely ignoring the cold and gloomy aura of the gray-robed monk. "I'm so good-looking, but you can't forget me? You can't think about me day and night."

His face was quite boastful.

Maybe the Lu family has really good genes, Lu Denghe can at least be described as a lotus blooming in clear water.

As for Lu Yinche himself, it was rumored that he had attracted countless beauties to fall in love with him. His enchanting face gave him the aura of a "succubus monster" that confused everyone.

But isn’t it a bit inappropriate to say such things in this kind of situation?

Lu Denghe's expression perfectly matched that of the young swordsman opposite him.

Only the diligent waiter was oblivious to the invisible clashing of swords and sabers. Steadily holding a large, steaming tray, he deftly placed five bowls of freshly cooked noodles on the gray-robed monk's table. "Sir, we have all the noodles you ordered! Enjoy! If you need more, please let me know!"

The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.

The gray-robed monk instinctively picked up his chopsticks, but paused and actually pushed one of the bowls of noodles towards Lu Yinche. His eyes were still fixed on the bowl, and his tone was stern: "Is this glorious? Shut up!"

The blue-clothed swordsman standing by almost popped his eyes out of his head.

Uncle-master! The uncle-master who cherished food like his life and guarded it like a tiger! He actually offered to share a bowl of noodles with... Lu Yinche?! Wait! Who is this? Lu Yinche? ? Who is Lu Yinche? ? So it's him. But wait, who is he? Where is he? Who am I? Where am I?

The blue-robed monk's mind was at a loss.

Lu Yinche was not polite at all. He naturally reached out and pulled out a new pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, and happily accepted it: "Why is it shameful?"

He picked up a spoonful of noodles and blew on it slowly, his tone carrying a certain amount of innocence. "I look like this, do I have to wear a veil and a hat when I go out? I thought I was someone's bride-to-be. Oh, sorry, I forgot, Deng He, do I have a Taoist partner registered with the Heavenly Dao? Her name is Yan something?"

Lu Denghe didn't dare to say the name of the Sword Saint.

The gray-robed monk slurped a mouthful of noodles and mumbled incoherently, his voice muffled in the bowl: "Could you please not embarrass my uncle..."

Lu Denghe was completely confused.

What's going on? Why are you eating again? Did this store pay for advertising?

He couldn't hold back any longer and tried to convey his feelings to the ancestor cautiously: Ancestor, who is this person?

Lu Yinche looked up at the sound and glanced at him with a complicated expression. Immediately afterwards, the gray-robed monk also raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Denghe, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain. Even the young blue-robed swordsman beside him glanced over.

"Puff..." The gray-robed monk finally looked at Lu Denghe straight in the eye and sneered, "Kid, what did you call him just now?"

He raised his chin towards Lu Yinche.

Lu Denghe:!!!

We were supposed to transmit the message in secret, how come it became a broadcast to the whole venue!

Lu Yinche sighed helplessly.

"You... well, whatever. Practice makes perfect," he explained resignedly. "High-level cultivators can easily suppress, intercept, or even tamper with low-level voice transmissions by relying on their realm. This method isn't very safe to begin with, so use it according to the situation."

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed monk raised his lips in a sarcastic arc, and sarcastically said to Lu Yinche, "I didn't expect that the sword master Mingye, who hates idiots the most, could be so patient and gentle. He treats his lover like his own son."

Lu Denghe felt guilty.

He can fully testify that if his surname was not Lu and he was not a descendant of the Qichuan Lu family, given the old ancestor's temperament, he would have been treated as a radish and planted in some corner.

Lu Yinche ignored the man's taunts and introduced him to Lu Denghe: "His name is Xie Qiaosheng, the closed disciple of the Chengxiao Sect's headmaster... Well, his master's door never seems to be completely closed. So he probably has about 17 or 18 closed disciples."

Xie Qiaosheng didn't refute, but just glared at him.

The latter seemed to recall something interesting and continued, "I remember when I visited Cheng Xiao Sect before, this guy always liked to come out and challenge me to a fight. How could I have the nerve to bully a junior? Especially someone like him..." He deliberately dragged out his tone and glanced at Xie Qiaosheng, "People who like to give me the middle finger when they can't stand losing are so boring."

"Who is your junior!" Xie Qiaosheng was really furious. He put down his chopsticks and glared at him.

Lu Yinche said as if it was a matter of course, spreading his hands and saying: "Don't you call Guan Feng Ling uncle? He and I are of the same generation, so you are naturally inferior to me. It's not wrong for you to call me senior." His logic was rigorous and impeccable.

Xie Qiaosheng suffered a disadvantage in terms of seniority, so he could only stiffen his neck and emphasize: "I... I have also defeated you!"

"Yeah, I've won before, how could I not win?" Lu Yinche's tone was as perfunctory as if he was coaxing a three-year-old child, and there was a slightly irritating upward sound at the end of his voice.

Xie Qiao was so angry that he stood up and rolled up his sleeves to argue.

The blue-robed swordsman next to him was terrified and grabbed his arm tightly, "Uncle Master! You can't do that! Master has repeatedly warned us not to cause trouble! The sect's funds are under strict scrutiny, and we simply don't have the money to compensate the store for its losses!"