*Shirogiri Black Young Sword Master VS a serious hypocrite who can be stunned even if his wife throws bath water on him.
Yin Mingguang woke up and learned that he had lost his memory.
Good news: He is a third-generation cultivator, and he has as many treasures as he needs, and it doesn't matter if he can't be cured.
Bad news: He's a regular guy.
Even worse news: He is still the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation.
God knows how he got into it.
But Yin Mingguang had a big heart. He ate and slept every day, ate after sleeping, and wandered the streets when he had time.
The only fly in the ointment was that everyone in the Sword Sect earnestly advised him to practice, and warned him not to lose the face of his ancestors and disgrace the Sword Master's reputation.
Yin Mingguang didn't listen.
Sword training?
Why practice swordsmanship?
You have already practiced for three generations, why should you work hard?
…
Nian Wujiu accepted the invitation of his old friend and went to Qinglan Sword Sect to seize the spiritual vein.
It was unexpectedly discovered that Yin Mingguang, the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation, was actually a paper mortal.
A "Mingguang Sword Master" can be created just by relying on the Yin of his ancestors.
How funny.
But strangling an ant is so boring.
It's more interesting to watch the ants struggling to survive.
So when Yin Mingguang was walking around, he happened to meet a blindfolded man holding an umbrella who was seeking education.
Looking at the beauty that could not be concealed under the gauze, he was attracted by the beauty... Ah no, he fell in love with talent and immediately decided to accept him as his disciple.
Others always call it robbery.
Just kidding, how can this matter of cultivating the third generation be called robbery?
This apprentice is not very obedient.
Being taller than Master is already a huge disadvantage, but he is also a bit old-fashioned.
Don't talk openly in front of your disciples when you say something frequently.
Not even willing to sleep together.
"Alas!" Yin Mingguang put his foot on his disciple's leg and sighed, "It's so hard to teach this disciple!"
Nian Wujiu: "..."
He was silent for a while and said, "Master, I have mysophobia."
"I know." Yin Mingguang said inexplicably, "So hurry up and help me take off my socks. It's late at night and it's time to go to bed."
That's right.
Nian Wujiu nodded, bowed slightly and took off the person's shoes and socks.
Small Theater
There is a teahouse in Guanri City, and there is a storyteller in the teahouse.
Storyteller: It is said that that day, Mingguang Sword Master was here to snatch Nian Wujiu back!
Audience: Wow!
The storyteller pointed his fingers in all directions: Dear readers, this robbery of a male cultivator is the first of its kind in the world.
Storyteller: Have you seen it? Or have you seen it? None of us have seen it! But who is that person who has no guilt? He is the great devil in this world. I saw him strolling around..."
Yin Mingguang raised his head, and the scholar on the stage spat and spoke firmly. Then he looked at the man next to him who was wiping his hands with a brocade handkerchief.
He hesitated: "... Did I rob you? "
The man raised his eyebrows, "Don't you? "
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Pre-receipt of "Nine Hours of Personality Collapse" Queen Shou vs. Evil Dog.
Zhao Weiming has made several celebrities famous.
However, these people will quickly change jobs as soon as there is any sign of success, and the reasons given are always the same - personality incompatibility.
Zhao Weiming felt that he was in conflict with the entertainment industry.
So when he passed by the Lama Temple, he made a wish: "I hope there will be an artist who is obedient and will not run away. "
Three months later.
Zhao Weiming, who had completely forgotten about this incident, looked up and down at the big boy in front of him.
The smile is bright and sunny, full of vitality and full of youthfulness.
He coldly said "inappropriate" and turned around to leave.
However, Lin Lieyang refused to give up and insisted on knowing the reason for his refusal.
"You can't act. "
"I can learn, and I don't have to act..."
Zhao Weiming chuckled and put out the cigarette in his hand, "I'm showing it to the fans, I'm not asking you to act in a TV series. "
Later, Zhao Weiming discovered that he was wrong.
Lin Lieyang is not only good at acting, he is also the best actor. He deceived this old guy completely.
Lin Lieyang didn't run away, but Zhao Weiming ran away. He decided to go home and inherit the twenty properties left by his father, and bid farewell to the entertainment industry completely.
Later, Zhao Weiming, who was forcibly pressed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, felt that he was so stupid. Why should he go to work if he was so rich?
Behind him, Lin Lieyang hugged him tightly, kissed the back of his neck crazily, and spoke in a tone that was even more aggrieved than him: "Brother, didn't you say that sincere love is true? "
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Lin Lieyang met Zhao Weiming for the first time.
All I can think about is how white the back of his neck is.
Fits in hand.
Well, but this agent seems very defensive.
But the waist is also very thin.
Fits in hand.
It doesn't matter, you can lie.
Once you get it into your arms, you can pinch it.
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Small Theater
Zhao Weiming's circle of friends often updates his dog-raising routine.
So a friend looked at the husky he had rescued and thought of him immediately.
Friend: How do you raise your puppy? It always tears down the house, which is so frustrating.
Zhao Weiming: Once you're fed, you'll be obedient.
Friend: But it doesn't seem to have enough to eat? Feed as much as you want.
Zhao Weiming: ... A real dog?
Friend: Yes.
The friend was very confused. Are there still fake dogs?
Intention: Not afraid of difficulties
