Being a master is indeed a dangerous profession.
Throughout the "General History of Cultivation of Immortality", behind each sect, there are countless generations of silent dedication of masters.
Let's talk about this book, the long-standing Xianyu pie:
The eleventh generation master, he wakes up early and teaches his disciples late at night! Work hard to plan a century-old development blueprint! Work hard to improve yourself to avoid being ridiculed by other sects!
——Then he died suddenly from overwork.
The 21st generation master noticed the importance of combining work and rest, and his method of maintaining health has been passed down to this day!
——Then because he lived too long and never abdicated, he was murdered by his disciples who wanted to usurp the throne.
Staying up late, being bald, being a high school student, assassination... Master is just a math problem, it's too difficult.
Forced to act as the head of the Xianyu Sect and the 101st Master, Sheng Ling said that she just wanted to be safe and alive.
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For the sustainable development of the sect, Hui Gou is the top priority!
The first step is to publish the enrollment brochure and not accept disciples with the potential to be a protagonist.
The second step is to prepare for the first lesson of admission and instill safety concepts into students every year, and to develop life-saving spells from theory to proficiency.
The third step is to pay close attention to the educational achievements and require disciples who have completed the Nascent Soul period to independently write mental methods or exercises.
We don't seek to become bigger and stronger, we just seek to survive in troubled times!
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In order to silence her senior brother, Sheng Ling, who has a phobia of accepting disciples, took in a closed disciple.
The little apprentice is weak, knows nothing, and is as timid as a rabbit - afraid of bugs, dark, thunder, and loves to cry. The only advantage is that he is sensible and obedient.
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Until one day, Sheng Ling bumped into a man. He saw the sword light flashing like a shooting star, and he wiped out dozens of people on the opposite side with just a raise of his hand. In the pool of blood on the mountain of corpses, the man tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes were mocking. Half of his face was smeared with rouge-like bright red blood, like a Shura seeking his life.
Under her long sleeves, Sheng Ling's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Sheng Ling: This person looks very familiar. He looks like his weak little apprentice who can't take care of himself. I can't say that it has nothing to do with him, I can only say that he is exactly the same.
She stood by and doubted life, and was about to use the escape technique, but the little apprentice suddenly dropped the sword with a "clang".
"Master, you are finally here... The sword is so heavy that I can't lift it, and my hands hurt." He stumbled over and ran over, hugging her and sobbing. While crying, he said aggrievedly, "There were so many bad people just now. I have never seen so much blood. I'm so scared."
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This article is also known as "The Master's Strength Value is Super High but Too Afraid of Death", "Why the Apprentice is Like That" and "There's no one who is not crazy as a Master, just hold on"
A big guy who is very proficient in cultivation but very meticulous in his work x a male protagonist who gets to the top by pretending to be weak and chatting over tea.
Intention: Mind your own business and practice more, the gods will be ahead of you
