The Story of the Chief Disciple's Rise to Power
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A certain woman: "As long as my master dies, then I will be the next head!" So, that night, a sneaky figure flashed into the courtyard, jumped into the house, and the lights on the candlesticks flickered momentarily. Drugs, poisons, arson, swords, guns, swords and halberds were all removed. The next day "It's bad! There's a fire in Tianzun Pavilion! Master is missing!" The disciples were crying and rushing there carrying water basins. A certain woman covered her chest with her hands, her eyes filled with tears, and she was heartbroken: "Oh, what can I do? My master, you died so miserably..." "Little junior sister, don't be too sad..." A senior brother patted her shoulder and said, "If I catch that thief, I will cut him into pieces!" A certain woman pretended to wipe away her tears: "Thank you, senior brother. Now the whole sect is leaderless, so it's up to me to take over the position of leader, reluctantly!" "..." So, on the third day, I sat on that crystal clear baby chair. Yes, the master just died yesterday, and the apprentice takes over today. The mood of the entire mountain is like a parabola. On top of the succession ceremony A certain man shouted loudly: "You little bastard! You're tired of living! Get out of here!" "Teacher... Master!" ** Question: What made Master, who had been gentle and gentle for hundreds of years, curse so loudly? Answer: His dear apprentice.
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