You Wicked Apprentice, Get Down the Mountain and Go Wreak Havoc on Your Wife

Master: “Disciple, before I die, could you go down the mountain and do one thing for me?”

Unfilial disciple: “Just say the word, Master. I’d gladly die for you!”

Master: “Marry seven or eight wives, have a dozen sons, and come back to inherit my legacy.”

Unfilial disciple: “…Master, what do you think of this move where I draw my sword and kill myself? Stylish, right?”

“Wretch! Are you trying to anger me to death?”

“Of course not, Master. I’ll have ruined you before you can die of anger.”

“Get out! Don’t come back until you’re invincible!”