Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

"It's the third senior brother who compiles and compiles every day. He is responsible for the compilation, and the senior senior brother who doesn't like to go out, is very homely, and likes to knock every day, is responsible for carving things on such a thin bamboo silk..."

When the patriarch escaped from the sect, he was picked up by the second and third senior brothers from the nameless river every time. However, the dead otaku locked himself in the room every day and studied his things, but he never found them once. Picked up the ancestor...

Father Qiao nodded, "This should be their unique skill."

The eldest brother is good at knocking stone tools, the second brother is good at cutting wood tools, and the third brother is good at weaving bamboo tools.

However, their ancestor was just doing nothing every day, responsible for the whole sect and wandering around.

"I'm just curious. If this book was co-authored by several seniors, why did it end up becoming the inheritance of my Nameless Sect?"

Father Qiao was a little confused, "Where is the second senior brother who is good at woodcraft? What role does he play here?"

Thousands of years have passed, and the facts of that year have long been buried in the long river of time, and it has long been impossible to verify.

"Well...Master...I actually have a small idea, but it's just a guess and I can't be sure."

Mo Erya scratched her head. In fact, after reading the book, she had a vague guess in her mind.

"What's your guess? Tell me and listen!"

Father Qiao was very interested.

Mo Erya thought for a while and said, "I suspect that the Patriarch was not as described in his diary. He was a rich second generation with no knowledge and skills and accomplished nothing. On the contrary, he was extremely smart and wandered around the sect. During that time, I learned all the secret skills of the three senior brothers."

"Oh?"

Father Qiao was greatly surprised. This was really a bold and novel guess.

"Something must have happened later. In order to protect the sect's inheritance and prevent the three senior brothers' unique skills from disappearing in the world, the ancestor made this diary and recorded the three senior brothers' unique skills in it. As for that A second senior brother who likes everything, there are many clever and unique skills recorded here, I guess they are his special skills."

I have to say that Mo Erya's guess was really bold.

"Why do you have such a guess?"

Father Qiao couldn't help but swallowed. Even if he was asked to talk nonsense, he couldn't come up with such a plot!

"It's very simple. Everyone has their own characteristics in doing things, but this inheritance, whether it is the production of bamboo silk, the machine, or the unique carving, all reveal the same person's style, but what is clearly recorded in this book is How can there be only one person’s style among three different inheritances?”

Mo Erya looked at Father Qiao, "Master, isn't this strange?"

Father Joe: ...

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It took Father Qiao a long time to find his voice, "Your guess is very likely."

Father Qiao felt that his apprentice was far superior to ordinary people in terms of talent and luck.

There has never been a moment when I felt so profoundly like now. He really got this disciple right.

In the past, he was a little regretful that Mo Erya was a girl, not a boy. Although the sect did not have an explicit rule on whether to accept boys or not, it had been passed down to the 38th generation. The first 37 generations were all boys...

Only No. 30 Yashiro Mo Erya is a woman.

Father Qiao had felt sorry for the sect because of this matter before, but Mo Erya was so good, with a flexible mind, and even stronger strength than two or three adult men. She was born to eat this bowl of rice, and she deserved it. He is the descendant of their unknown sect!

Today, at this moment, Father Qiao can finally proudly declare to all his ancestors that the disciple he accepted as Qiao Zhengyin is the best in the entire sect!

The secret of the inheritance that could not be solved even after 37 generations was easily solved by his young apprentice.

Father Qiao decided to burn incense for all the ancestors tonight and show off, especially to show off to his dead master.

His apprentice is much more powerful than the apprentices he accepted!

"Master, what should I do with this book?"

Now that the diary has been cracked, its value will continue to increase, and it is no longer a book that can be placed casually.

This is a real inheritance, even if it is enshrined, it should be done.

Father Qiao reluctantly touched the book again and again, and asked Mo Erya an irrelevant question, "When will you return to the city?"

Mo Erya was stunned, "I have to go into the mountains to cut some wood. I still lack a lot of furniture at home. I guess... I won't be able to leave back to the city until a little later."

"Okay, come to me when you're done and take the book with you!"

Father Qiao was very reluctant to part with it, but it was safer to leave the book with Mo Erya than with him.

"Erya, remember, you are the eighth generation descendant of my Wuming sect No. 30. It is your obligation to pass on these skills. In the future, you will have to study them carefully. Remember, my disciples must not use what they have learned to do anything harmful to nature. Otherwise, I won’t let you go even if you’re under the Nine Springs.”

Father Qiao became serious in an instant. Mo Erya stood up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed hard.

"As a disciple, I will remember my master's teachings and will never forget my original intention."

Mo Erya didn't know what she would be like in the future, but she promised her father Qiao that she would never abuse what she had learned, nor use what she learned to do anything evil or harmful to nature.

"Master naturally believes in you."

Father Qiao looked at Mo Erya deeply and said, "Get up, go and do your work, and come back to me when you're done."

"Yes, Master."

After saying goodbye to Father Qiao, Mo Erya carried a bamboo pole and tools on his back and headed into the mountain.

Qiao's father asked his mother to take half a day off for him, so that he could study hard at home.

In the end, he didn't ask for leave. Qiao Qiao took the initiative to pick up a hoe and went to the fields to help Qiao's father work for a long time. Even in order to silence others, Qiao Qiao worked harder than anyone else.

After half a day's work, Qiao Qiao was extremely tired. This strengthened Qiao Qiao's determination to take his parents with him after he was admitted to college.

The countryside is really not suitable for Qiao's father and Qiao's mother. She wants to take them out of the countryside and leave Mojiacun together.

Mo Erya worked in the mountains for a long time, cutting a lot of wood, and carried it on the tricycle with a basket on his back. He didn't stop until the cart was so full that it couldn't fit anymore.

When she went to Qiao's house to get the book, Mo Erya handed over her secret vegetable garden to Qiao's father. She even drew a detailed topographic map of the cave she discovered and gave it to Qiao's father.

Father Joe: ...

As a disciple, how many things does he not know?

As her legitimate master, is there anything he can't know openly?

"You're such a good girl, I didn't expect you to have quite a lot of evil intentions!"

Father Qiao teased her, but there was a smile in his eyes. He was so happy that his apprentice could adapt to this, and it also made him worry less.

In life, you still need to be careful and give yourself more backup options. No one knows, what if it will be used at some point? !