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I worshiped a master, but he was a weakling He doesn't know martial arts or swordsmanship, and even the mountain gate is crooked. He just lies down, eats melon seeds, and reads pirated books every day. The senior brother from the sect next door laughed at me: What can I learn from following that loser? Want to learn to pick shit? I said: Yes, it's just picking shit. He was laughing like crazy, not knowing I was serious. Later, enemies came to my door. Master used a branch to block more than a dozen people, then turned around and shouted at me: Run quickly! I ran Then I came back. Why are you back? Save you The master was stunned: Are you not afraid of death? I said: I'm afraid, but you are my master Later I realized that those two months of excrement were my master's test. Later, I realized that the master was not a waste, he just hid all his abilities under the appearance of lying flat. Later I learned that the most powerful person in the world is not the one who can fly the highest, but is also willing to get up from the ground for you.