Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The next day,

In accordance with the tasks assigned by Feng Dafu, Wang Fu began to clear the weeds in the medicinal field. The weeds in the Shifang medicinal field had grown very deep. Wang Fu spent a whole morning clearing the weeds in the Sanfang medicinal field. The weeds were piled up. Outside the house, it is half a person tall.

"Looks like I have to work hard these two days."

After lunch, Wang Fu continued to clear weeds until evening.

Several uninvited guests suddenly arrived.

"Are you the new kid?"

There were four people in total, and the other three were obviously headed by the middle one.

Seeing the four people who came with bad intentions, Wang Fu could only deal with them carefully.

"My name is Wang Fu, what can I do to you senior fellow apprentices?"

The leading boy stepped on the stool with one foot and looked at Wang Fu arrogantly: "Of course I have something to do when I come to you. This Baicao Valley is my Zhu Zhen's territory. Since you are here, you must obey my orders."

Wang Fu frowned instinctively, but he still smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to be Senior Brother Zhu. I have admired him for a long time. If you have any instructions, please tell me."

"Well, I see that you know the current affairs well and are more obedient than the black guy next door to you. I won't embarrass you. Starting from tomorrow, you will go to Qingling Pond in Baicao Valley to pick up twenty buckets of water every day and bring it to the Lingchi Pond above Baicao Valley." Zhu Zhen said in a deep voice, and the three teenagers next to him looked gloating. They used to be responsible for carrying water in Baicao Valley, but since they established a good relationship with Zhu Zhen, the daily water carrying work has been assigned to them. other people.

Especially newcomers who have not yet introduced spiritual energy into their bodies.

"Senior Brother Zhu, this...isn't appropriate. The task that Chief Feng gave me is not this..."

Of course Wang Fu didn't want to waste time on fetching water. He still wanted to practice, so he had no choice but to move out of Feng Dafu and try.

However, the boy next to Zhu Zhen suddenly kicked him over.

"Fuck you... I'll give you face!"

Bang!

Wang Fu had no time to react. He only felt a huge force like a hammer hitting his stomach. He flew several meters directly and fell heavily on the haystack in front of the house. His intestines seemed to have been broken by this kick. The intense pain made him curl up into a ball, trembling all over, breaking out in cold sweat, and out of breath.

It seems that he will die in the next moment.

"How dare you talk back to what Senior Brother Zhu ordered? Are you just a bitch? If you don't give you some advice, you think we're here to discuss it with you?" The young man glared fiercely at the huddled man on the haystack. Wang Fu of the regiment.

Zhu Zhen looked cold and showed no mercy. He looked down at Wang Fu from a high position, as if looking at an ant: "Remember, I will find someone to supervise the acceptance of twenty barrels of Qinglingtan water. If Unfinished, haha... It’s not as simple as Zhang Heng’s kick.”

Wang Fu curled up and said nothing. Under his messy hair, a pair of eyes stared directly at the four people, especially Zhu Zhen and the perpetrator Zhang... Heng, and their faces were engraved in his mind bit by bit. .

"Don't worry, killing is not allowed here, but it's okay to cripple your hands and feet. I hope you won't be ungrateful." Zhu Zhen sneered, "As for Chief Feng...he won't meddle in such nosy matters."

Hold a grudge? Haha, so many people hate him, but so what?

Zhu Zhen took Zhang Heng and the others away, leaving only Wang Fu still huddled on the haystack, convulsing and twitching.

Not far away, Huang Zheng, a thin and dark boy, was in his room, watching the scene through the gap. He touched the scar on his chest, and as the corners of his mouth rose, snickers filled the dark room.

…

That night, Wang fell asleep on the haystack.

Under the starry sky, the small cauldron on his chest manifested itself into reality. Wisps of undetectable light on the haystack penetrated into the small cauldron like floating dust.

The green haystacks gradually lost their original color and turned into withered yellow weeds.

In the early morning, Wang Fu was awakened by the dazzling sunlight.

He sniffed his nose and felt a fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, which made him feel relaxed and full of energy. However, when he thought of the kick he received yesterday evening, he still carefully touched his belly.

No problem.

"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt anymore." Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light, and he gritted his teeth, "Zhu Zhen, Zhang Heng..."

He didn't say much, but Wang Fu buried this hatred deep in his heart.

"Why did Xiao Ding run out on his own?" Wang Fu suddenly found something on his chest and felt panic. He looked around and realized it was Xiao Ding. He looked around and when he saw no one, he was about to go back to the house. When he lowered his head, he heard another sound. Shocked, "What's wrong with this haystack? Why is it all dry?"

He touched the small tripod in his arms and thought about the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. His heartbeat quickened and he hurried into the house.

He took out the small cauldron from his arms. At first glance, he saw a drop of green liquid floating quietly inside the small cauldron. The liquid was as integrated as a drop of water. The faint fragrance became stronger and filled the tip of his nose. Wang Fu couldn't help but swallow it. Swallow.

"This, this, could it be that Xiaoding is responsible for the dryness of the haystack? Xiaoding absorbed the essence of the haystack and condensed it into this drop of... green liquid?" Wang Fu's heartbeat accelerated, as if he had discovered a new world.

"I was kicked and nothing happened. Is it because I kept smelling the green liquid?"

"If that's true, then this drop of medicine..." Wang Fu looked at the medicine in the small cauldron, thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and poured it directly into his mouth.

The medicinal liquid dissipated as soon as it entered the mouth, as if a clear spring rolled into the belly, followed by waves of burning sensation in the stomach, and the whole person became hot, as if the body had endless strength.

Wang Fu quickly sat down cross-legged and breathed in and out according to the breathing method of [Thick Earth Technique].

Gradually, the burning sensation faded, and when Wang Fu opened his eyes again, he felt that his whole body was much lighter and his strength was stronger, but a foul smell also entered his nose.

"It stinks... What is that? It's sticky."

Wang Fu then found that there was a layer of black and greasy stuff on his body, and he hurried to get water to take a bath.

The sun was scorching in the sky, and it was already noon.

After lunch, Wang Fu was about to ask someone where Qinglingtan was, when he saw Huang Zheng rushing out with his head tilted.

"Wang Fu, are you okay? I saw Zhu Zhen coming to your place last night..."

"It's okay, I got kicked." Wang Fu touched his stomach and sighed, "It hurt all night, and I just recovered."

"Hey, I was like this at the beginning, I didn't want to help them, so I was beaten. Look at the scar on my chest." Huang Zheng ripped open his clothes to reveal his chest, and a foot-long hideous scar ran across his entire chest.

Wang Fu's scalp was a little numb.

"What's the matter with this Zhu Zhen?" Wang Fu asked.

"Hey, Zhu Zhen is the bully of Xiaodong Peak. Relying on his high cultivation, he and several menial disciples are domineering in Xiaodong Peak, especially in Baicao Valley, where he almost has the final say. Any new disciple will be assigned various chores by him, and will be beaten if they resist." Huang Zheng had a bitter face.

"Master Feng doesn't care?"

"Master Feng? Haha... We are all birds of a feather. I heard that Zhu Zhen's family is very special. Every year, they give Master Feng good things. How could Master Feng offend such a god of wealth? He just turns a blind eye. As long as we don't touch his interests, he doesn't care about our life or death." Huang Zheng sneered.

"In the end, we are the only ones who suffer."