Founder

Once the founder of the mountain was reborn, he woke up and returned to the body of his unfilial descendant Liu Mian. This son is neither good at literature nor martial arts. He is a nymphomaniac with short sleeves and a control over his appearance. He has more hands and feet than his good brother in his heart. He is romantic and lazy by nature. He was raised to be a good-for-nothing, glib-tongued little loser. The little loser doesn't want to make progress. He only wants to be a pretty boy. He dresses up like a peacock and hangs around in front of his fiancé every day. Then he proposed to break off the engagement, assassinate, and provide one-stop service for mass graves. The little loser lay in the mass grave and cried, thinking that if he died like this, his fiancé would be in agony, thinking of his goodness. The Patriarch was so angry that he clicked on the forehead of the unworthy descendant and reprimanded: "Are you stupid! Are you stupid! If someone sells you, you still have to count the money! How come I, the descendant of the first sect in the world, have fallen into this situation? How can you be inferior to others! If you have some ambition, you have to be the number one if you want to sleep with a man!" Think of him as the founder of the first sect in the world. Eight hundred years ago, he was the first in the world. He was prospering day by day and the sect was prosperous. Eight hundred years later, his disciples and disciples would not be able to survive every second - Liu Mian: "What is the best sect in the world? It has fallen long ago!" Now the leader of the sect has been settled in ruins. He returned to the mountain with his broken pills and useless repairs and took a look:... No, why did it fall? ! His industry is so big! So many hills! Not a single one of your disciples, disciples, and grandsons has grown up? Waste! ! The once majestic and prominent sect in the world has now been pawned off by the "filial sons and virtuous grandsons", leaving only one acre of thin fields, a thatched hut, and a basket of sweet potatoes. The founder wept on the ground for a quarter of an hour, whipped the useless snacks and left the sect to start his own business. The unscrupulous descendants gnawed the sweet potatoes and cried loudly, asking him what on earth he wanted to do? Grandmaster looked at the sky and said, "Of course I will go back to my old business." Practice, farm, make money, beg for food, and revitalize the sect! The romantic, lazy, fair-faced, little trash snack was attacked by the two dragons Aotian Ancestor in the X volume. One body, two souls Copywriting post-revision Intention: Start from scratch and strive to create a new world.