Immortal Renegade

Chapter 11 Zhang Hu
"Weasel?" Wang Lin was startled. The first thing he thought of was the young man in yellow who laughed at him before. He felt that he was more suitable for this title, but he didn't know if the other person was talking about him.

"Ah? You didn't see him? It's the man who was in charge of arranging the work of the named disciple. He is also a named disciple, but he has already obtained the qualification to practice immortality. Like a wolf cub, we all call him that in private." Zhang Hu took a sip and explained through gritted teeth.

Wang Lin took a mouthful of sweet potatoes and said, "I know who you are talking about. I saw him today and told me to fill up ten tanks of water every day from tomorrow, otherwise there will be no food to eat."

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

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

Zhang Hu glanced at Wang Lin with a pitiful look, and asked, "Wang Lin, do you think the big water tank is as big as the one we use at home?" Make a gesture.

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

Zhang Hu smiled wryly and said: "You must have offended the weasel. The big tank he said is about the size of our house, with ten tanks of water... Wang Lin, I don't want these sweet potatoes, you can keep them. It's good if you can eat one meal in four or five days. You are new here. The places in the mountains where wild fruit are grown have been occupied by others. Only the old people can pick a few. I'll eat my wild fruit tomorrow. ." After speaking, he put the remaining pieces of sweet potatoes on the table, sighed, and went back to sleep on the bed.

A wicked fire erupted in Wang Lin's heart. He gritted his teeth, remembering the hopeful eyes of his parents, he forced the fire down and lay down on the bed with a stomach full of anger.

The next day before dawn, he got up from the bed, Zhang Hu was still snoring, Wang Lin changed into gray clothes, and hurriedly walked to the sundries. The moment he arrived here, the sun gradually appeared from the east, and the young man in yellow Pushing open the door, he squinted at Wang Lin, and said yin-yang strangely, "It's still punctual, go in and get a bucket, and go out along the east gate. There is a spring in the mountain, go there to fetch water."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Wang Lin, sat cross-legged on the ground, and breathed in slowly towards the sunrise. A faint white air emanated from his nose, rolling like two white dragons.

With envy in his eyes, Wang Lin 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 the two buckets and walked towards the east gate.

After walking a long way, I came to the spring that the other party said. The scenery here is quite beautiful.

Wang Lin didn't have time to look at the beautiful scenery, so he filled the bucket and hurriedly picked it up and walked up the mountain.

It wasn't until dusk that he filled a tank. If he hadn't had sweet potatoes to fill his stomach at noon, he wouldn't have the strength to do the rest of the work.Despite this, his legs and arms are now numb, and the pain is unbearable when he exerts force.

He pondered for a while, and found a no-man's land with half a bucket of water. After carefully observing the surroundings and confirming that no one was there, he took out the stone beads from his arms and shook them in the bucket. After a while He took out the beads and put them away, and as soon as he drank the water in the bucket, a warm feeling 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 beads were placed on his chest, and once again decided that he must not let anyone know that he had this treasure!

After drinking half the bucket of water, his muscles were no longer sore, and he was refreshed, and immediately resumed the work of fetching water.

On this day, he filled a tank and a half and drank half a bucket of spring water soaked in mysterious beads. In order to fear others' suspicion, he returned to his residence with a tired look on his face.

After a while, Zhang Hu came back, still with that overworked expression on his face, the two talked a few words, Zhang Hu hesitated for a long time, hesitantly begged for two sweet potatoes, and fell on the bed after eating. big sleep.

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

Wang Lin now knows that Zhang Hu's job is to chop wood, and he needs to chop enough wood every day to eat. He has been chopping wood since he became a registered disciple of the Hengyue School. It has been three years. Usually it takes three or four days to eat a meal, and it depends on drinking water to fill his stomach. Now he has shortened the time and can eat a meal in two days.

According to him, a named disciple would have to do chores for ten years, so that he could not afford to eat three meals a day. Only when these two requirements were met at the same time could he be taught some basic immortal methods.

Inner disciples are different from them. They have their own masters. They don't need to do any chores. They have their own rooms. Their main job is to cultivate.

In addition, there is another kind of person, between the inner disciple and the named disciple, who is a boy who becomes someone else like Wang Hao. In fact, the so-called boy is a servant.

This type of person does not need to do chores, and can also practice some low-level immortal methods. They only need to complete the work assigned by the master. However, such people are usually very talented and will not have much promise in their life. Can be a servant for life.

The so-called talent, Wang Lin also learned about it from Zhang Hu, in simple terms, talent is the spiritual root, everyone has more or less in the body.But the key point is quantity, with enough spiritual roots, if the same immortal method can be practiced in one year, then it may take ten years, or even 100 years, for those who lack spiritual roots.

Human life is limited, and people with mediocre aptitudes often do not develop much in their entire lives, which is why the cultivator sect accepts disciples to regenerate their spiritual roots.

This month, Wang Lin had to drink a lot of spring water soaked with mysterious beads every day when he was fetching water. It takes three days to do it.

However, in order not to be suspected, he gets up every day before the sun comes out, and walks along the mountain path with a bucket in his hand. In this way, in the eyes of others, even if he is surprised, he can finish it in three days. work, but most of these are pushed to him from morning to night.

(End of this chapter)