Master Is Above

Ye Yu was born in the mud, a rotten and despicable person. He struggled all the way and broke into the path of cultivation. With his broken bones and empty background, he fought in the world of cultivation for decades, and finally died under the sword of others. Ye Yu was very unconvinced. If God was willing to give him a little preferential treatment, he would definitely not stop there! Dog God: Okay, I'll let you reopen. Ye Yu:? Ye Yu is ecstatic! Life can start over again. This time, whatever he can choose, he must do the best! Become the number one sect in the world of cultivation! Master the best cultivation resources! Choose the most powerful master! Has the strongest background in the world of cultivation! Coupled with his diligence and understanding, he will definitely be able to do whatever he wants in the world of cultivation in this life! With his prophetic ability, Ye Yu rushed all the way to the No. 1 Sect in the world and became the first in the entrance election. Not only can he directly become an inner disciple, but he can also choose a master he respects. Ye Yu saw an empty seat among the elders. It is the highest, the largest, above all others. Ye Yu pointed out: "This disciple wants to join this elder's sect." One day later. The number one killer in the world of cultivation, Sword-killing Lord became his master. The True Lord of Killing Sword, Mo Xianyuan, entered the Tao through killing. He was cold-blooded and ruthless, and devoted himself to killing the heavens. The heavens despised him. Ye Yu:...... Ye Yu: God, is it too late for me to re-elect? God has rejected your conversation request and added you to the message rejection list. Ye Yu started his new and turbulent life as an apprentice. Lord Sword Killer looked down upon his apprentice and wanted to expel him from the school. ——Hmph, that's expected. The Sword-Slaying Lord was willing to take him as his disciple, but he disliked his extremely rotten bones. ——If you think he's dead, you can help him change it. The Sword-killing Lord felt that his sword skills were wrong, so he slapped his hand. ——He admitted that he didn't practice correctly, he practiced, he practiced crazily, he practiced secretly at night without sleeping! …… As time passed, Ye Yu discovered that Mo Xianyuan was gradually embarking on the path of life. Help him cleanse his marrow, teach him how to practice, and also support him and scold the disciples of other sects who come to show off their power in front of him. They may even praise him for doing a good job, which is no worse than others. Although he doesn't need it, if he comes later, he can defeat everyone on the opposite side by himself, and the compliments are so disgusting. But Mo Xianyuan was willing to be a good person, and Ye Yu felt that he could reluctantly accept it and admitted that he was a pretty good master. Their master-disciple life gradually entered harmony. The master is kind and the disciple is filial, they love each other and protect each other, and occasionally discuss ways to kill the sky together. Then, this night. Lord Sword Killer also guarded him after he fell asleep and kissed him. Ye Yu: Just kiss and you won't lose a piece of meat... ... Wait a minute, kiss him! ! ? ? Mo Xianyuan, are you crazy? Mo Xianyuan, I will send you for treatment! --- Open next book↓↓↓ "I want to be a tyrant" Copywriting: I wore it twice. For the first time, I am inspired to be a wise king. They reduced corvee service, changed taxes, and pushed for imperial examinations, all in an effort to make the dynasty prosperous, the people happy and healthy, capable people realizing their ambitions, and their achievements lasting for a long time to be praised in history books. I failed. It's not that I didn't do a good job, it's that the people around me betrayed me. My trustworthy brother, the minister who supports me, and even the eunuch in charge who is close to me. They formed a partnership and joined forces to betray me. When the rebel army entered the imperial capital and the palace gates were opened wide to greet them, I committed suicide on the dragon chair. My blood has soaked the dragon chair. Whoever sits on this chair in the future will be equivalent to sitting on my bones. I will turn into a fierce ghost and make everyone who sits in this position sleepless. * Just kidding. I deleted the file and restarted the game. When he opened his eyes, Qian Cheng, the future chief steward, and the newly elected young eunuch who was currently serving as the imperial eunuch, were stepping into the palace gate. I waved my hand and gritted my teeth: "Drag it down! Cut it off!!" This time I will not be a thankless wise man. I want to be a tyrant! He Qiancheng: "...?" The mad dogs who regained their memories one after another found that His Majesty this time seemed different from the last time. *Heartthrob+Multiple rebirths+Crematorium Mission: Respect the elders