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Chapter 11 Zhang Hu

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    "Weasel?" Wang Lin was startled. The first thing he thought of was the young man in yellow who had laughed at him before. He felt that he was more suitable for this title, but he didn't know whether he was talking about him.

    "Ah? Didn't you see him? He is the man responsible for arranging the work of registered disciples. He is also a registered disciple, but he has obtained the qualification to practice immortal magic. He is wearing yellow clothes and looks like he is not a good person at first glance.  He looks like a wolf cub, we all call him that in private." Zhang Hu took a sip of water and explained through gritted teeth.

    Wang Lin took a bite of the sweet potato and said, "I know who you are talking about. I saw him today and told me to carry ten tanks of water every day starting from tomorrow, otherwise there will be no food."

    Zhang Hu was stunned, staring at Wang Lin for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Brother, did you have a grudge against him before?"

    Wang Lin shook his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

    Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a pitiful look and asked, "Wang Lin, do you think the big water tank is just like the one we use at home?" As he said this, he also used his hands.  He gestured.

    Wang Lin had a bad feeling in his heart and nodded.

    Zhang Hu smiled bitterly and said: "You must have offended the weasel. The big tank he mentioned is about the same size as our house, with ten full tanks of water Wang Lin, I don't want these sweet potatoes anymore. You can keep them. I'll make an appointment."  It¡¯s good if you can eat one meal every four or five days. You are new here, and several wild fruit producing areas in the mountains have been occupied by others. Only the elderly can pick a few. I¡¯d better eat my wild fruits tomorrow.  ." After saying that, he put the remaining pieces of sweet potato on the table, sighed, and lay down on the bed again to sleep.

    A trace of evil fire arose in Wang Lin's heart. He gritted his teeth. Thinking of his parents' expectant eyes, he suppressed the fire and lay down on the bed suffocating his anger and fell asleep.

    Before dawn the next day, he climbed out of bed. Zhang Hu was still snoring. Wang Lin put on gray clothes and walked quickly to the clutter. The moment he arrived, the sun gradually appeared from the east. The young man in yellow  Pushing open the door, he glanced at Wang Lin sideways, and said in a strange tone: "It's quite punctual. Go in and get a bucket. Go out through the east door. There is a spring in the mountain. Go there to fetch water."

    After saying that, he ignored Wang Lin and sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing slowly in front of the sunrise. A faint trace of white air came out from his nose, rolling like two white dragons.

    Wang Lin's eyes showed envy. He walked into the room and looked around. Finally he saw the ten huge water tanks behind a door. With a wry smile, he picked up two buckets and walked towards the east door.

    After walking a long way, we came to the spring that the other party mentioned. The scenery here is quite beautiful, and the sound of the water is as sweet as the sound of nature.

    Wang Lin had no time to look at the beautiful scenery, so he filled the bucket and quickly picked it up and walked up the mountain.

    It wasn¡¯t until dusk that he filled the tank. If he hadn¡¯t had sweet potatoes to fill his stomach at noon, he wouldn¡¯t have had the energy to do the rest of the work.  Despite this, his legs and arms were now numb, and the pain was unbearable when he exerted himself.

    He pondered for a while, carried half a bucket of water and found an uninhabited place. After cautiously looking around to make sure that no one was around, he took out the stone beads from his arms and shook them in the bucket. After a while,  He fished out the beads and put them away. As soon as he drank the water from the bucket, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in his stomach, and the soreness in the muscles all over his body slowly dissipated.

    Although the effect was not as good as dew, Wang Lin was extremely excited. He touched the place where the stone bead was placed on his chest and decided again that no one should know that he had this treasure!

    After drinking half the bucket of water, his muscles were no longer sore and he felt refreshed and immediately continued carrying water.

    On this day, he filled a jar and a half and drank half a bucket of spring water soaked in mysterious beads. In order to avoid others being suspicious, he pretended to be exhausted and returned to his residence.

    After a while, Zhang Hu came back, with the same overworked expression on his face. The two chatted for a few words. Zhang Hu hesitated for a long time, hesitantly asked for two pieces of sweet potato, and after eating, he fell on the bed and snored.  Big sleep.

    Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been in the Hengyue Sect for a month.

    Wang Lin now knows that Zhang Hu¡¯s job is to chop firewood, and he must chop a sufficient amount of wood every day before he can eat. He has been chopping firewood for three years since he became a registered disciple of the Hengyue Sect. Three years ago, he  It usually takes three or four days to have a meal, and he relies on drinking water to fill his stomach. Now he has shortened the time and can have a meal in two days.

    ?According to him, registered disciples have to do chores for ten years and have to eat three meals a day. Only if they meet these two requirements at the same time can they be taught some basic immortal skills.

    The inner disciples are different from them. They have their own masters and do not need to do anything.Regardless of any chores, everyone has a separate room, and their main job is to practice.

    In addition to this, there is another kind of person who is between the inner disciples and the registered disciples, that is, a boy like Wang Hao who becomes someone else's boy. In fact, the so-called boy is, to put it bluntly, a servant.

    This kind of people do not need to do chores, and they can also practice some low-level magic. They only need to complete the work assigned by their masters. However, this kind of people often have average talents and will not make much progress in their lives.  You can be a servant for life.

    Wang Lin also learned about the so-called talent from Zhang Hu. Simply put, talent is the spiritual root, and everyone has some in his body.  But the key point is quantity. If you have enough spiritual roots, if the same immortal technique can be practiced in one year, then it may take ten years or even a hundred years for those who lack spiritual roots.

    Human life is limited, and those with mediocre qualifications often do not develop much in their lives. This is why the Xiuxian sect accepts spiritual roots as the first priority among its disciples.

    This month, Wang Lin drank a lot of spring water soaked in mysterious beads every day when carrying water. His body became stronger and stronger, as if he had endless strength. From carrying ten tanks of water in the first six days, to now he only has  It takes three days to do it.

    However, in order not to be suspected, he would get up before the sun came out every day, and walk leisurely on the mountain path with a bucket. In this way, others would be surprised that he could complete it in three days.  Work, but mostly put it on him to wake up early and work late at night.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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