Kowtow

There was an old man who taught me how to practice. He always said that practice should not be rushed and should be done slowly. I have always adhered to this habit. But one day someone came to him. He asked me to go to the town to buy wine and asked me to buy the strongest one. When he came back, he fell in a pool of blood. I cried and felt very painful. Only then did I realize that the wine was bought for myself, and the strong wine is to make myself drunk: "It's all because I'm useless and not strong enough, so let me go." So I want to become stronger! I want to become an immortal! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.