"This sect has been passed down for seventy-seventh generations. I am the 77th generation descendant, and you are the 78th generation descendant. You are so young, you should be only sixty-nine years old, which is the best age for martial arts. Generally, Qidian novels say this, um, and they are talking nonsense again." Sikong Se said whisperingly, completely unaware that Hou Luo's face had changed.

"Is this guy also a time traveler? However, I want to fail to travel through time. It should be because the soul failed to take over and was backfired." In order to ensure the accuracy of the guess, Hou Luo deliberately asked, "Master, did you have a dream before? In the dream, you were fighting with a person wearing strange clothes, and you won in the end, right?"

"No, but something strange happened." Sikong Se suddenly remembered that the situation was like this at that time.

A few years ago, he was caught on the spot by someone. In this era, Wen Zhong promoted the ideology to catch one by one. Although he is much weaker now, it is almost the same. Dozens of people in that family beat him up. At the beginning, he was just a teenager who was just a fledgling teenager and was called out by his master to practice his work.

It’s a pity that this guy is 100% young and a little timid, which eventually leads to the failure of stealing money and being caught on the spot. If you don’t get started, you can’t escape and you are beaten half dead. When you are seriously injured and unconscious, he heard a voice, “Sleep at ease, I will help you with your work. Although you are dead, your obsession is still so strong, even I, a time traveler, feel ashamed of myself. Don’t worry, I will help you with your unfinished things, give me your body and sleep at ease.”

If you are really obedient, sleeping is like death, but at that time his master told him stories of ghosts and gods, and told another reason. He suddenly woke up and shouted, "Who is the evil ghost? He dared to take over the body of my master and take his life."

"You have not completely died. Damn it, my soul is about to be assimilated. God, I am my marathon and you are a marathon. A light appeared for no reason. I took me through time and did not allow me to succeed in taking over the body. Humph, even if I die, it will not be cheap for you. My soul exploded." Someone put down this sentence viciously, and his soul glowed and exploded.

Sikongse was completely unaware of the words said by the unknown time traveler. He knew that there was a ghost trying to steal his body, and he was just struggling to death. When a person's will to survive was strong, his soul was cohesive. Sikongse, who should have been melted by the unknown time traveler, devoured the soul of the unknown time traveler. However, the soul of the unknown time traveler exploded, and his soul was also damaged, but the main three souls were not damaged. The two combined with residual souls to form a new soul, and survived with Sikongse as the mother body.

When he woke up, he felt like he had a dream. He had no memory of what happened after he said that in the dream. His memory was also relatively incomplete, but the main part was still remembered, otherwise, he might have to play with the time traveler's sign and pretend to be amnesia.

After hearing Sikong Se said this, Hou Luo understood one thing, which was a tragedy of time travel. He also understood a problem. Time travel must be the sequelae of that battle back then. There may be other time travelers now, but I don’t know if they will succeed in time traveling.

"Little Monkey, your master, I am the current head of the Thieves Sect, and you are the chief disciple of the head. This sect has three methods to maintain its sect. First, it is naturally the important step to save lives. The second is the magical skill of listening to the voice and defending position, which belongs to the [lower level] technique. The above are the kung fu and mental methods created by the ancestors of the Thieves Sect, and they are also one of the best in the world." When introducing these, Sikong Se was very proud of his sect and slutty smile.

"The third one is the Thousand-Handed Tathagata's Divine Palm, commonly known as the Third Hand. This skill reaches the highest level, just like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin of the Tang Sect in Sichuan." Seeing Hou Luo's disbelief, Sikong Se said mysteriously in ancient costume, "Actually, according to your master, my guess, this thing seems to be the same. Perhaps it was copied by the 32nd generation leader in Sichuan. It is rumored that his wife is from Sichuan."

"Damn, this is simply pirated." Hou Luo said in his heart, indifferent on the surface, and smiled cutely, "Master, I want to know what the reason is that Master said?"

"Uh, this, that, okay, I'll say." When talking about this, Sikongse was really reluctant to mention it, because it was really difficult to say it, but under Hou Luo's "coercion", Sikongse decided to say it out.

"The founding period of the Thunder Sect was when the Empress Tianjun ruled the empire. In just six hundred years, it had been passed down for seventy-seven generations. Do you think it was too fast? In fact, it was really too fast. Others usually have only a dozen generations of the Thunder Sect, but the Thunder Sect inherited for seventy-seven generations. What does this mean! It only means one thing, the Thunder Sect is very short-lived."

"According to the treasure book of the robbers, every generation of sects never lived to be thirty years old. They either steal things or fail or get caught and beaten to death. They steal the wrong person, kicked to the iron plate, and were chased and killed. When robbing the tomb, they were stepped on the mechanism and died. When they were walking by, they were bitten by mosquitoes and died of life. Even when they were sent to train, they accidentally failed and failed. Master was beaten to death in order to protect his disciples. This is my personal experience."

"Anyway, I will encounter various situations, and I will not be more than 30 years old, and even I am no exception. However, meeting you, a little lucky star, is also my blessing. If it weren't for your fire, I would probably be killed by that old guy. Today is my thirty birthday, but I learned that I have lived for a few years, so I am content. With your good fortune, I should break this limitation, and I will be over 30 years old. And in my lifetime, I will train you to become the most powerful thief in the history of the Thieves Sect. At the same time, the 78th generation leader of the Thieves Sect is you."

"I'm a 78-year-old, go to die. Such an unlucky number actually made me meet. Since I was reborn, I have encountered one after another. What's the matter? Fuyuan, I'm damn, this is only a bloody bad luck that has lasted for eight lifetimes." Hou Luo muttered in his heart, nodded unwillingly, dealing with Sikong Se, who was full of sadness and joy.

After a few days of practice, Houluo was considered a mature young bird, and now he began to exercise his thief's ability. The experience of the thief is to ask you to "borrow" other people's money to use, or to "bring other people's children to" others for fun, or dig up other people's ancestral graves and receive assassination orders to kill someone.

Hou Luo did not do unethical things, and only "borrowing" money was OK. So, between this multi-choice question, he chose "borrowing" money. How to borrow? This is also a matter of particularity. We are not a cat or dog of all religions, but we steal it in a vulgar way, but instead "swaying" openly, and later generations named it "deception".

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