In the utility room on the second floor of the answer bar, Lu Yibai looked at the thin booklet in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"The deeds of other people's sects can be recorded in several thick books, but for Mao, there are only a few pages of our "Dysmenorrhea" lineage?" Lu Yibaidan said in pain.

The booklet in his hand is a detailed record of the ancestors of the "Dysmenorrhea".

Damn it, you can imagine how thin the content is.

Lu Yibai had looked through it once before, but he didn't read it halfway because he was so nervous.

This booklet is not so much a record of the deeds of the sect, but rather a "On the One Hundred Ways of Deaths by the Patriarchs".

Yes, as I said before, the names, genders, interests and hobbies of the ancestors were not recorded, they only recorded... how they played themselves to death.

Actually, this booklet can be condensed into four big characters and go astray!

Every ancestor died like this.

But they all rely on their abilities and their talents and abilities to embark on various different paths of being possessed by the devil...

It can be said to be very innovative...

The first ancestor was naturally the whimsical genius who used forging techniques to practice the human body. "Dysmenorrhea" was created by him.

After he practiced himself to death, the second-generation ancestor felt that it was necessary to let future generations avoid the mistakes of the first-generation ancestor, so he recorded it. This booklet was produced in this form.

When he wrote the booklet, he didn't seem to think that he would become a part of it...

Then, more and more people join the army of death...

The essence of the lineage of "Dysmenorrhea" is the word "Ruan".

This road is not open?

It's okay, I can jump over the sea and swim over, I can climb over the cliff!

The bigger your heart is, the bigger your world is!

Anyway, I do everything to die and don’t take myself seriously.

When Lu Yibai looked at the booklet, he thought: "Do they all adhere to the concept of "I won't accept it if you don't recklessly" when they choose disciples? Otherwise, Mao would be a virtue!"

Our "Dysmenorrhea" has been passed down for hundreds of years. Why is there no mature and stable focus?

Lu Yibai thought about this while taking a sip of wolfberry water.

He started to take good care of himself in his twenties. He felt that he was the most mature and steady one and would open up a new future for the "Dysmenorrhea" line!

Of course, he completely ignored how he did not take his body seriously in daily life.

But then again, the road to development is accompanied by sacrifice.

Just like a simple sentence in a history book, "We took some detours", the things behind them are absolutely shocking.

Lu Yibai and Lin Xiaoqi can now practice "Dysmenorrhea" safely because their ancestors took all the detours.

Only when they reach the end of their ancestors, they will have to overcome all obstacles for their descendants just like them and try to continue moving forward on their own!

"By the way, is the pioneer in the ghost's mouth really the ancestor?"

"Who is it?"

"Or, maybe which ancestors are there?"

Lu Yibai now feels that he is just kept in the dark, and the ghost and Ji Deken must be in a mess and do not intend to tell Lu Yibai the truth at this time.

Boss Lu has a good mentality. Ji Deken will not harm him anyway, and he will say it one day.

After all, I am the next descendant of the lineage of "Dysmenorrhea"!

You will tell me the secret of our lineage sooner or later, right?

Could it be that you even bring the secret into the coffin?

Oh, wait! I'm not very confident to live better than him!

When Lu Yibai thought of the mysterious age of the old gay head, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

He could only turn grief and anger into strength, and then poured several mouthfuls of wolfberry water.

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...

On a new day, the sun had just set off the mountain, and someone returned to the answer bar Zhu Er.

With all the plans, Zhu Er went to Wucheng Cemetery to practice cheapness... Uh, it was only ten days to practice swords.

In the past ten days, he had only come back once when the third elder of the Ghost Fox clan came to the Answer Bar, and came back from a long distance to take a taxi just to pretend to be a pussy for a few seconds.

During the rest of the time, he basically learned swords from the mute old man in Wucheng Cemetery, and made rapid progress.

To be honest, he didn't have enough time to learn. He was driven back by the mute old man.

No matter how he cried, his father and mother, how heart-wrenchingly shouted, "My good master" sounded, the mute old man was unmoved and kept sucking him with a crutch.

He may be killed if he does not leave the cemetery.

The mute old man wrote a few words on the ground with a crutch and told him that he would only come here to learn swords for ten days in the next year, not more than a day!

At that moment, Zhu Er was stunned. He only came to study for a few days a year, so he still called him a closed disciple? He was completely a registered disciple.

So Zhu Er once again showed his natural inferiority, cried loudly, saying "Master has recreated grace to me" and other things, he will definitely be filial to his master and try to play the emotional card.

Unfortunately, the old man was unmoved.

In his opinion, registered disciples are enough.

Wasn’t I just a registered disciple back then?

The one who taught him did not hide his own personal information, so naturally he wouldn't have it when he taught Zhu Er.

It's just a name.

Lu Yibai and others were confused when they heard Zhu Er's crying.

The mute old man was still very dedicated when he taught him, but why didn’t he be willing to give him a disciple?

"Are you sure it's not because you're too annoying?" Lu Yibai asked.

He felt that he could understand the mute old man. If such an apprentice was passed on to his disciples in person, he would probably have a life-long life if he followed him every day, right?

I still have a husky at the age of age, okay?

Moreover, with Zhu Er's personality, he will definitely show off in the future, such as: "Do you know who I am? I am the Sword King's personal disciple!"

Zhu Er: "???"

However, he and Chen Dinggen are also people with responsibilities after all. They stayed in the Answer Bar for a few more days and it was time to go back to work.

"After that being said, the Ghost Fox clan has never come to cause trouble again, right?" Zhu Er asked.

"Yes." Lu Yibai nodded.

"Hahaha, I must have been scared by my sword domain!" The evil and crazy smile appeared on Zhu Er's face again.

Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Before going to bed, Lin Xiaoqi suddenly said to Lu Yibai: "Boss, the entire Ghost Fox clan is really full of long legs, do you think so?"

Lu Yibai seemed casual, but in fact he said carefully: "Is that right? I didn't pay attention that day."

Full score answer!

Lin Xiaoqi gently lifted up his nightgown, revealing his straight and slender legs, and said, "Boss, are my legs good-looking or their legs good-looking?"

Lu Yibai said indignantly: "How can you compare yourself with the vixen!"

"Tsk!" Lin Xiaoqi turned his head and ignored him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise it slightly, and he always kept his posture, showing off his long legs as much as possible, which was a benefit.

Even though I know it’s a sweet word, I’m just happy!

Ah, my first love met a master.

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Chapter completed!