At this moment, there were ten thousand wild dogs running by in Lu Yibai's heart, and their faces were Zhu Er's evil and crazy smiling face.

He was really worried that the old man guarding the tomb in Wucheng would not be able to stand him.

"Don't worry, boss, I warned him. If he did something random, I would catch him in person." Lin Xiaoqi waved his fist and said.

Well, it's super fierce.

But why does this feel a bit like a dog at home running to someone else's door to pee and shit, and then be beaten up by his owner.

"Gulugulu." Lu Yibai's stomach screamed at the right time at this moment, and he was a little hungry.

No matter how much Zhu Er is, he will eat something first. After the meal is finished, he still has some serious things to do.

Don't forget that there is still a residual force in his body that has not been absorbed!

Before, because he could not control his body, he naturally could not run "Dysmenorrhea" to assist in his practice. There was still a lot of residual energy around his Night Watchman's power. If he absorbed them all, he might be able to advance to the fifth level!

You should know that creatures like demons can condense their own demon core after they advance to level 5 even if they are big monsters.

Although human cultivators will not produce monster cores, once they advance, the power in their bodies will also undergo a qualitative change.

From level 4 to level 5, it is definitely a big leap!

However, Lu Yibai has been in a coma these days, and Ye Yiyi has nowhere to replenish her yang energy, and her complexion looks a little bad.

She is like a small flower that lacks water, requiring liquid watering to ensure that there is no drop left.

Lu Yibai smiled and waved at her, then took the lion umbrella and gave her two yang energy bombs.

Ye Yiyi's complexion became much rosy in an instant, and her face was covered with blush, as if she had just experienced something.

The long-lost feeling swept across her body, making her tremble slightly, and she kept "smacking" in her mouth and recovered her true self.

After replenishing Ye Yiyi's yang energy, Lin Xiaoqi brought a cooked quick-frozen dumpling. She was not good at cooking. Although the foodie attributes were at full level, her cooking skills were just that.

When eating dumplings, his small waist hooked around Lu Yibai's neck like a koala, and his furry fox ears would occasionally rub against Lu Yibai's left face, making him feel a little itchy.

"Dad Yibai, is it that delicious? Give Xiaoyao a bite?" Seeing Lu Yibai eating quickly, she couldn't help swallowing.

"Haha!" Lu Yibai smiled and fed her a bite of dumplings, then carried her down, and while eating, he instilled green vitality into her body and washed her body.

At this time, the little Taoist priest was sitting happily holding Bing Coke and sucking with a straw. The peach wood sword behind him flew out "swoosh" and circled in front of Lu Yibai. It was like a puppy waving his tail in front of his master waiting to eat.

After taking a look, Taixu continued to squint his eyes and sucked up the ice coke. Green got used to it, and there was no turmoil in his heart.

Let it go, let it go.

His current feeling is like he can't satisfy it, but he can't live without it. The old path outside can just satisfy it, so let's continue to "sustainable development" like this.

"There is a kind of love called letting go..." The little Taoist hummed a song in his heart and held the ice cola tightly. This was his last love.

Han Shanshan held the bamboo tube next to her and watched it all, unable to help but say "bang".

"It's my big ice skate the most obedient. You will definitely not run away with others, right?" She said in her heart, holding the bamboo tube.

After replenishing a little green vitality to the Taomu Sword, Lu Yibai greeted Chen Dinggen, and then went back to the room to continue practicing.

I haven't practiced "Dysmenorrhea" for more than ten days, and I haven't felt the pain for more than ten days. I'm so uncomfortable!

Only when it hurts more means a breakthrough!

Let the pain come more violently!

...

...

Wucheng Cemetery, night.

The mute old man got up from the bed, lit a candle and put it into the lamp, then carried the lamp with a cane and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, Zhu Erzheng was guarding there.

The mute old man ignored him and walked forward with a cane.

"Master, where are you going, I will help you!" Zhu Er hurriedly stepped forward and said.

He saw the old man last night and directly gave the ceremony of apprenticeship.

The old man glanced at him and walked away.

Zhu Er was a little confused at that time.

"My qualification is definitely a rare sword cultivator in a century. How could the senior Sword King not accept me? How could he not be moved?"

"The test must be a test! He must have been moved, just wanting to see how my nature is! It must be that this routine is correct, I have seen through it, hehe!"

To be honest, the sword king he had imagined should not be like an old man.

The Sword King is the sharpest sword in China!

At first he even doubted whether he had found the wrong person, until he approached the old man, his sword heart trembled!

Just like Lu Yibai's power of the night watchman condensed into a stickman, sword cultivators like Zhu Er all condensed into a sword heart.

His sword heart was trembling! He even felt surrender.

——Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

Wang Jian is ahead, how dare you act rashly?

The mute old man held the lamp, ignored Zhu Er again, and walked forward. Zhu Er stepped forward and helped him, whispering to the "master" and calling him very affectionately.

Damn this is the King of Swords. Of course, if you don’t want something like a face, just don’t want it!

The old man picked up his crutch and directly pulled Zhu Er out.

He got up and went to the toilet to remove the tea. After all, he was old and the faucet was not big.

I went to the bathroom, why are you following me?

The most annoying thing is that the old man is a mute and wants him to get out, but he can't say it, so he can only use a crutch to pull him out again and again.

After the Xiaojie was over, the old man washed his hands, and Zhu Er immediately came forward and said, "Master, where are you dissatisfied with me?"

The old man glanced at him and wrote a word on the ground with a crutch: "Two."

You are so useless, of course I am not satisfied with it!

The root bone is indeed very good, but it’s this person... Forget it, I even bring all my skills into the coffin, and I don’t want you, an apprentice, to be embarrassed to go out!

Zhu Er looked at the word "2" written by the mute old man on the ground, and immediately squeezed out tears with his acting skills. He was moved and said, "Master, you finally remember my name! Yes, I am Zhu Er, I am Er, you are a good apprentice you have been looking for for many years!"

The mute old man's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered scenes from many years ago:

"Don't follow me anymore. My five disciples have long died, and I will not accept disciples anymore." said a man.

The mute boy with a long sword on his waist shook his head and looked at him and smiled foolishly.

...

"Oh, little bastard, how many days have you been? Didn't I say don't follow me?" a man waved.

The mute boy hid the palm of his slap, like a frightened rabbit, and continued to follow him.

...

"I can't even say anything, but I'm just giggling like a follower!" A man said with a little disgust.

The mute boy tried to pronounce it while babbling. He wanted to call him Master, but he really couldn't speak.

...

"Okay, okay, follow me. But I agreed in advance that I will not accept disciples anymore, so I am not your master either, do you understand?"

The mute boy nodded vigorously, wore a long sword on his waist, and held a dog-tail grass in his mouth, and followed him happily.

...

Not long since then, the legend of the Sword King has appeared on this land.

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Chapter completed!