Preface

I'm a thief

Of course, this is already a thing of the past. A thief is not a profession that can be pursued for a long time. Most of my colleagues died gloriously within three to five years of their debut, so a thief has become the most intensely changing profession on the list of evil people in the martial arts world. The vast majority of the remaining are also disabled due to duty, and they have lost the minimum conditions for being a thief. Only a very small number of people can live their lives, because they retired to the world like me.

My childhood ideal was not to be a traitor, but to be a juren, because my father once told me that as long as I passed the exam, I could go out like the Murong official in the city, sitting in a gorgeous carriage led by four white horses, having dinner, going to the second floor of Shanshui Pavilion, where there was someone waiting next to me.

The goal was deviated because I met my master that day, and Ergou talked about the city with a slight romance. He and his father went to the city to sell vegetables yesterday. At this time, I saw my master.

To be precise, the master saw me first, and he lie down with one finger. At that time, I didn't know that there was still a skill in pointing a hole in this world. I thought Ergou had killed this old man. I was so scared that the old man pinched my whole body, took out my little cock and looked left and right for a long time, and then suddenly started dancing. He jumped up and down and turned somersaults. Finally, he made me laugh and lied to me to take him home.

After he and his father muttered in the room for a long time, I became my master's apprentice. The master brought me back to the city and began to train me to become a traitor.

I was seven years old that year. I didn't know that being a qualified thief actually required many conditions. He had to be a handsome and elegant temperament, high-quality martial arts, clever mind, and of course he had to have a good cost. I thought my master wanted to help me realize my dream, because he taught me the Four Books and Five Classics, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and arranged the courses every day, and I was afraid that my body would not be able to bear it. I practiced in the winter and the three-day summer and the three-day summer, and I could not long before I could turn a living person into a dead person like him.

When I understand my master’s intention, ten years have passed, I don’t want to be a thief. A thief is not a good person and has no good ending. I say so in the book, and I am already a scholar, just one step away from my childhood goal. I have even greater ideals. If I want to pass the Jinshi and to honor my ancestors, how can I be a despicable thief?

The master ignored me and just locked me up with a beautiful woman for seven days or five days. The master said that after only five days, I surrendered. I should be a thief, because I am really a suitable person to be a thief.

Once the goal is determined, there is motivation for work and study, and the master is more perverted to train me to cut faster. If you are faster, you are too slow. Senior Tian Boguang can cut eighteen swords in one breath, and he called Master Bujie to castrate you. You have only cut eleven swords. Faster legs, faster, why is it like you have been filled with lead? Senior Wuhua has practiced Shaolin Bibing Lotus Magical Art and was also killed by Chu Liuxiang. You don’t want to die so early, Ah, I forgot, you have a lead block tied to your legs; waist, hurry up, senior Han Bai has a magical demon seed, and he almost got sucked into a scum by Bai Fanghua. You have to bear it...

The inhumane training lasted for another seven years. The only fun I had in the seven years was to train the beauty who was thrown into my room by my master on the bed. Her name was Xiao Xiao. The master said that she was Xiao Bieli's daughter in Libie Villa. I don't know who Xiao Bieli is, and I don't want to know. I only know that Xiao Xiao is my favorite female slave.

Finally, I can get out of my master, and my master has reached the end of my life. Before he died, he told me that his name was Li Xiaoyao. Unfortunately, he only had free time for the first half of his life, because he met the most outstanding disciple of Yinhu Xiaozhu since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. To break Yinhu Xiaozhu's heart sword Ruyi, I can only find another way. Being a master just leads you into the door. The rest depends on your fortune... This is the master's last words