In the dream, he had been living in the mortal world for thousands of years, and finally improved his martial arts to an outrageous level.
So, with such super strong martial arts, he entered the world of cultivation as a mortal, pretending to be a pig, eating a tiger, and crushing all the monks.
But the mortal body has its limits after all, so if he wants to become stronger, he must embark on the path of cultivation.
Then he got a master who was in the Nascent Soul stage. This master was very kind to him and looked at him with a smile every day.
Until one day, he discovered that the reason why his great master, who was as good to him as his own father, accepted him as his apprentice was actually to use him as a furnace and absorb his own cultivation as nourishment!
"My good disciple, my good disciple~ For the sake of becoming a teacher, you have to sacrifice yourself!"
My own strength is like an ant in front of this master, I can only let him slaughter me.
Slowly, this master's face became clearer in Xia Po's sight.
Looking at this old face, he was shocked.
Because this master actually looks exactly like Mr. Wei!
Before he could react to what was going on, a familiar voice continued to sound in his mind.
"My good disciple! My good disciple!"
"No, no!"
Suddenly I woke up from the nightmare and saw an old face.
The moment he saw this face, a name blurted out.
"Master Wei?"
Yes, the old man in front of him is Mr. Wei whom he has not seen for a long time.
But compared to a few months ago, Mr. Wei is obviously much older now.
If Mr. Wei was an old man in his sixties or seventies before, then Mr. Wei now is half buried in the earth.
His dry face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were deeply sunken, and the corners of his raised mouth were dry and white.
In addition to Mr. Wei, there was also that little kid Xia Sichou, who was waving a small wooden sword.
He should be the one who brought Mr. Wei here.
Hearing Xia Po's call, Mr. Wei smiled again.
"Good disciple, you've gone out of your way to say that, why don't you change your words?"
Mr. Wei's voice was soft and gentle, and his whole person looked amiable.
This isn't right either. Didn't Mr. Wei look aloof and cold before?
Why does it change so much after going out?
Although he was puzzled and even felt that this matter was a bit strange, Xia Po did not say it clearly, but pretended to be very happy.
"Disciple has met the master. It has been a long time since we last met. I miss him very much..."
"Hahaha, good disciple, have you practiced the swordsmanship I asked you to practice?"
Xia Poggang nodded dullly, and then saw Mr. Wei's eyes light up.
"Where is that sword? Let me take a look at it quickly."
"Put it in my room."
"Well, I just came back as my master, and I'm a little tired. Come to the yard with your sword in the afternoon, and I'll take a look at the results of your training. Ahem."
Mr. Wei seems to be really tired, or for some other reason.
After saying that, he fell into a violent cough.
Xia Po wanted to do something, but was interrupted by Master Wei.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'll just go and take a rest. You can come back in the afternoon."
With Master Wei's current state, even Xia Po, who doesn't understand Chinese medicine, can tell that Master Wei is extremely weak.
It's only been a few months, and I'm many times older, but my complexion is still so bad.
What exactly did you go through?
After Mr. Wei left, Liu Anran walked in from the door.
He looked at the direction Master Wei was leaving and his face twitched.
"Your master is really amazing."
"What's wrong?"
"I was sleeping when Xia Sichou led your master over. I just wanted to ask him who he was, but he was pushed out."
After speaking, he looked at his chest.
"The key is that he was three or four meters away from me at that time. This has reached the level of releasing true energy, right?"
The ability to release true energy to the outside is already in the middle stage of innateness, and only internal energy can be used.
In other words, this Master Wei is at least in the middle stage of Xiantian, and may even be in the late stage of Xiantian!
As for the Grandmaster...
That's basically impossible.
Based on Xia Po’s understanding of the world.
It is impossible for someone at the level of a grandmaster to come to serve as a worshiper in a family like the Xia family.
Suddenly, the face of the boss master in his dream last night overlapped with Master Wei's face, which made Xia Po break out in a cold sweat.
The kind of despair that cannot be resisted in the face of super powerful strength.
And the feeling of powerlessness that the strength that you have worked so hard to cultivate is about to be taken away.
Does this old guy have any thoughts about himself?
Just as he was thinking this, Xia Sixou walked over with the dagger in his hand while waving it.
"Xia Po, look! This is the sword given to me by Mr. Wei! My first sword!"
Since they often mix together, Xia Po and Xia Sichou have become very familiar with each other.
And Xia Sichou is, to put it bluntly, a naughty kid who doesn't know any etiquette.
At first, he was called Xia Po, Brother Xia, but now he calls Xia Po by his first name.
Xia Po took a quick look.
This is a small wooden sword made of mahogany, with some beautiful patterns carved on it.
It's just a toy for children, so there shouldn't be any big problems.
No matter how bad Mr. Wei is, he is still a gangster, so he won't attack children, right?
In the afternoon, Xia Po went out to buy Mr. Wei's favorite meat and spirits, and then went to Mr. Wei's yard.
In fact, he often came here during Master Wei's absence because it was relatively quiet and suitable for him to practice the evil technique of using Qi and blood to nourish the sword.
Walking into the courtyard, he found that there was no one there, which made Xia Po frown.
In the past, when Mr. Wei was here, every time he came, this old guy would either be meditating in the yard or practicing martial arts in the yard.
But this time he was not in the yard.
Looking at the ajar door, after thinking for a moment, he pushed it open and walked in.
Mr. Wei's room has a very strong smell of Chinese medicine.
As soon as he opened the door, the smell hit his forehead, making him frown.
"Good disciple, it's you who are here, cough cough."
The voice came from the back room, and it sounded old and frail.
This made Xia Po even more confused.
After walking to the back room, I found Mr. Wei lying on the bed, looking exhausted.
He glanced at the meat and spirits in Xia Po's hand and smiled.
"What a good disciple. I've been a little angry lately and can't eat these things. You can send me more porridge and the like in the future, cough cough!"
It seemed that Master Wei hadn't finished speaking before he lay on the bedside and started coughing.
Seeing this, Xia Po hurriedly walked over and patted him on the back, feeling extremely shocked.
Is this old thing dying?
To say that he has become angry recently is definitely nonsense.
It's definitely because this guy's body can't handle the food and wine.
I don’t know what caused this old guy to become like this in just a few months?
What on earth was he trying to solve?
What happened again?
Although he was filled with confusion, he finally took out the sword that Master Wei had given him before.
"Master, you said you wanted to take a look at my sword this morning. I have been practicing hard every day these days, forgetting to eat and sleep. As a result, the sword has undergone some changes."
When Mr. Wei saw Xia Po's sword, his eyes seemed to sparkle instantly.
He held Xia Po's sword in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time before saying with appreciation.