The first night watch today!
There was still time at noon.
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"Weasel?"
Wang Lin was stunned. The first person he thought of was the youth in yellow who had laughed at him before. He felt that he was more suitable to be called that, but he wasn't sure if the youth was talking about him or not.
"Ah?
You didn't see him?
He's the man in charge of arranging the work of the in-name disciples. He's also an in-name disciple, but he's already qualified to practice immortal techniques. He's dressed in yellow and doesn't look like a good person. He's like a wolf cub. We call him that in private. "Zhang Hu took a sip of water and explained while gritting his teeth.
Wang Lin ate a mouthful of sweet potato and said, "I know who you're talking about. I saw him today. He told me that from tomorrow onwards, I have to fill ten vats of water every day, or I won't be able to eat."
Zhang Hu was stunned. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time and suddenly asked, "Bro, do you have a grudge against him in the past?"
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 that the vats of water are as big as the ones we use at home?" As he said that, he gestured with his hands.
Wang Lin had a bad feeling in his heart and nodded.
Zhang Hu smiled bitterly and said, "You must have offended the weasel. The vats he mentioned are about the size of our house. There are ten vats of water … Wang Lin, I don't want these sweet potatoes anymore. You can keep them. I think it'll be good if you can eat one meal every four or five days.
You're new here, and the places that produce wild fruits in the mountains have been occupied by others. Only the old people can pick a few. I'll eat my wild fruits tomorrow. "
After saying that, he put the remaining sweet potatoes on the table, sighed, and lay back down on the bed to sleep.
A sliver of anger appeared in Wang Lin's heart. He clenched his teeth and thought of his parents' eyes filled with hope. He suppressed the anger in his heart and went to sleep on the bed.
The next day, before dawn, he got out of bed. Zhang Hu was still snoring. Wang Lin changed into a grey robe and hurriedly went to the junk room. The moment he arrived, the sun gradually appeared in the east. The youth in yellow pushed open the door and looked at Wang Lin from the corner of his eyes. He said in a strange tone, "You're quite punctual. Go in and get a bucket of water. Go out from the east door. There's a spring in the mountains."
After saying that, he ignored Wang Lin and sat cross-legged on the ground. He faced the sun and breathed slowly. Wisps of white smoke came out from his nose like two white dragons.
Wang Lin's eyes revealed a look of envy. He walked into the room and looked around. Finally, he saw the ten huge water tanks behind a door. He smiled bitterly and picked up two buckets of water. He walked towards the east door.
After walking for a long distance, he finally arrived at the spring. The scenery here was quite beautiful. The sound of water flowing was like the sound of nature.
Wang Lin didn't have time to look at the beautiful scenery. He filled the bucket and hurriedly carried it up the mountain.
He didn't fill the bucket until dusk. If he didn't have sweet potatoes to fill his stomach at noon, he wouldn't have the strength to do the rest of the work.
Even so, his legs and arms were sore and numb. The pain was unbearable when he exerted force.
After muttering to himself for a while, he carried the half-filled bucket of water and found a deserted place. He carefully observed his surroundings and after confirming that there was no one around, he took out the stone bead from his bosom and shook it in the bucket. After a while, he fished out the stone bead and carefully put it away. He poured the water out of the bucket and drank it. Immediately, a warm feeling appeared in his stomach and the soreness in his muscles slowly dissipated.
Although the effect wasn't as good as the dew, Wang Lin was still very excited. He touched the stone bead on his chest and once again decided that he couldn't let anyone know he had this treasure!
After drinking half the bucket of water, his muscles were no longer sore and he felt refreshed. He immediately continued to carry water.
On this day, he filled one and a half jars and drank half a bucket of spring water soaked in the mysterious bead. In order to avoid suspicion, he pretended to be exhausted and returned to his residence.
Not long after, Zhang Hu came back. His face still had the same tired expression. The two talked for a bit. Zhang Hu hesitated for a long time and finally asked for two pieces of sweet potatoes. After eating them, he fell asleep on the bed.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been at the Heng Yue Sect for a month.
Wang Lin now knew that Zhang Hu's job was to chop firewood. Every day, he had to chop enough wood to eat. Ever since he became an honorary disciple of the Heng Yue Sect, he had been chopping firewood. It had been three years. Three years ago, he could only eat one meal every three or four days. He had to drink water to fill his stomach. Now, he could eat one meal every two days.
According to him, honorary disciples had to do chores for ten years and couldn't skip three meals a day. Only by meeting these two requirements could they be taught some basic immortal techniques.
Inner disciples were different from them. They had their own masters and didn't need to do chores. They had their own rooms and their main job was to cultivate.
In addition, there was another type of person in between inner disciples and honorary disciples. They were like Wang Hao, who became someone else's boy. In fact, the so-called boy was simply a servant.
This type of person didn't need to do chores and could also cultivate some low level immortal techniques. They only needed to complete the work their master gave them. However, these people were usually very average and wouldn't have much success in their lives. They could only be servants for the rest of their lives.
Wang Lin had learned about the so-called talent from Zhang Hu. Simply put, talent was spirit root. Everyone more or less had some in their body.
But the important thing was the quantity. If the same immortal technique could be learned in one year, then those who lacked spirit root might need ten or even a hundred years.
A person's life was limited. Those with mediocre talent often didn't have much development in their lives. This was also why cultivation sects prioritized spirit root when recruiting disciples.
During this month, Wang Lin drank a lot of spring water that was soaked in the mysterious bead every day. His body became stronger and stronger, as if he had endless strength. At the beginning, he needed six days to fill ten vats of water. Now, he only needed three days to do so.
But in order to not be suspected, he woke up before sunrise every day and leisurely walked on the mountain path with a bucket of water. In the eyes of others, although they were surprised that he could finish the task in three days, most of them blamed it on him waking up early and working late.