Cultivation of Immortality

Once he calmed down and looked back on his life in Xiulin Yuan over the years, Zhui'er vaguely realized some problems that he had ignored. For example, other children lived in a large courtyard, but he and a few children were the only ones who lived in the courtyard. There is an independent residence on the cliff above Xiulin Yuan. For example, he has heard people complain that certain elixirs are not effective, but he has never taken those elixirs. For example, there are often replacements of children in Xiulin Yuan. , there are fewer and fewer familiar faces, but he has been here for almost two years, but no one cares about him...

Zhui'er frowned and took a bucket of water. He pondered his thoughts while walking up the mountain. After jumping up to the water tank and pouring the bucket of water, Zhui'er took a look at Xiulin Courtyard. At first, he was a little doubtful whether Senior Brother Bai was right. He had no good intentions, but thinking of Senior Brother Bai's gentle attitude towards him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his vicious thoughts, so he stopped thinking about it and ran down the mountain to fetch water again.

I often go back and forth dozens of times. When I pour the water into the water tank again, Zhui'er stands on the edge of the tank and looks at the thin layer of clear water at the bottom of the tank, a little dazed. Although the tank is big, it can hold dozens of buckets of water. It shouldn't be just such a thin layer. There must be something weird here. Could it be missing? He circled around the large vat, and after confirming that it was not damaged, he slipped back into the courtyard and brought out another bucket.

After running two barrels at a time for more than a dozen times, he stood on the edge of the tank again, panting and stunned. The water in the tank was indeed rising, but the increase was almost undetectable.

Bai Hua came over at this time and said with a stern face, "If you don't fill up the water within a month, I will kick you out of Xiulinyuan."

Zhui'er understood now that there was something weird about this tank, otherwise Senior Brother Bai wouldn't have given him a month, so there would be nothing to say. He hurriedly ran towards the valley down the mountain again.

This month, Zhuo'er almost never slept. When he was hungry, he would find something to eat. When he was sleepy, he would lie down on the rocks and take a nap. Finally, he filled the big vat before sunset on the last day.

After Bai Hua put away the big vat, he looked at the embarrassed Zhui'er with a half-smile and said, "I'll give you three days to rest, and then you have to fill up three more vats with water."

Zhui'er lowered his head and left. He didn't dare to look at Bai Hua, for fear that the other party would see the anger in his eyes. Now he believed that this senior brother Bai had no good intentions, let alone fetching three more tanks of water, even if it was just for another He couldn't even finish the task even after pumping a tank. He was so tired that he almost vomited blood. He couldn't rest for three days.

Three days later, Zhui'er was running on the mountain road again carrying a bucket. Even though his waist was still sore, his legs were still swollen, and his heart was full of resentment towards Bai Hua, he didn't want to be driven away. After leaving Xiulinyuan, he had not yet learned any real skills.

One day, two days, three days..., Zhui'er gritted his teeth and persisted. As long as there was still hope, he could not give up. Now he was fully looking forward to Bai Hua allowing him to rest more after fetching this tank of water. God, maybe that way he could relax a little bit.

Ten days, eleven days, twelve days... Every time he fell, his swollen legs would hurt like needles. His hands and feet were so worn that there were blood blisters and blisters. Zhui'er wanted to cry. He Although he was almost fifteen years old and had suffered some hardships before, at that time he had either parents who loved him or Uncle Xu and Aunt Juan who loved him. He had never suffered any grievances when he grew up.

On the twentieth day, after he fetched water by the small pool, he looked at the bruised flesh and blood

His blurry hands finally couldn't help crying, from choking to sobbing, until he burst into tears. But after crying twice, he forced his lips to bite tightly. He was afraid that Senior Brother Bai would hear him, which might lead to new... punishment.

After shedding tears of grievance, he picked up the two buckets and walked up the mountain with difficulty. After crying, he felt lighter and secretly encouraged himself to persevere no matter how difficult it was for the sake of his parents' expectations.

At this moment, living up to the expectations of his parents replaced his obsession with cultivation and became the main belief that supported Zhui'er to persevere. Although these two beliefs had always coexisted in his heart, the latter was the weight before. What's more, under the unbearable difficulty and pressure in front of him, if it was just for practice, Zhui'er would definitely give up. He was really about to die of exhaustion. He no longer had the physical strength to jump on it a few days ago. The water tank is two feet high, so we can only build a simple wooden frame for getting up and down.

Most of the time had gone by, but the water in the tank was not yet half full. Zhui'er couldn't think about anything anymore. He was too tired to think about anything else. The only activity in his mind was to calculate how much time was left.

His desperate persistence brought him a gratifying reward. On the morning of the thirtieth day, the water in the tank was only about a foot away from the edge of the tank. Nineteen feet of water were poured in the previous twenty-nine days. If he wanted to fill it in one day, How easy is it to fill a foot inside? But this is the last day, and after getting through it, he can rest again, which will give Zhui'er strength. He believes that he can fill the water tank before midnight.

One trip, two trips, three trips..., Zhui'er's legs were shaking and his hands were shaking, but he didn't dare to let himself breathe for a moment. To him, the water in the bucket was no longer water, it was his. Hope, every drop.

But at this critical moment, someone came to steal hope.

In the afternoon, Zhui'er carried two buckets of water and panted as he climbed up with steps like lead. The scorching sun made him sweat profusely. He hadn't bathed in nearly a month, and the sweat washed away stains on his dirty face. , even when sweat flowed into his eyes, he was not willing to take the time to stop and wipe them.

At this time, a figure with a long sword quietly appeared behind Zhui'er. The man smiled sinisterly and used his spiritual power to draw out the water in the bucket bit by bit, and then took out the water silently. thrown into the mountain stream.

Zhui'er's arms were already numb and he didn't notice anything at all. It was only when he climbed along the wooden frame to the edge of the tank that he noticed that both buckets were empty!

Could it be that I was so tired that I forgot to get water? This was not impossible. He had long been exhausted to the point of semi-consciousness. Zhui'er looked at the two empty buckets and wanted to cry without tears. The fatigue he had suffered on this trip was nothing, but he couldn't afford to waste this time.

After wiping his sweat, Zhui'er hurriedly ran down the mountain with the bucket. He had to regain the lost time.

This time when he went up the mountain, Zhui'er would glance at the two sticks he was carrying from time to time. He didn't necessarily have enough time in the first place, and he couldn't bear one more loss. When he turned a corner of the mountain, he lowered his head to look again. When he picked up the buckets, Zhui'er was stunned. Both buckets were only half full of water.

"How could this happen?!" Zhui'er asked aggrievedly with a tearful tone. He turned around and looked around, but half of the person was missing. At this time, the person who had stolen his hope was laughing silently with his mouth open above his head. Full of pleasure. Once he calmed down and looked back on his life in Xiulin Yuan over the years, Zhui'er vaguely realized some problems that he had ignored. For example, other children lived in a large courtyard, but he and a few children were the only ones who lived in the courtyard. There is an independent residence on the cliff above Xiulin Yuan. For example, he has heard people complain that certain elixirs are not effective, but he has never taken those elixirs. For example, there are often replacements of children in Xiulin Yuan. , there are fewer and fewer familiar faces, but he has been here for almost two years, but no one cares about him...

Zhui'er frowned and took a bucket of water. He pondered his thoughts while walking up the mountain. After jumping up to the water tank and pouring the bucket of water, Zhui'er took a look at Xiulin Courtyard. At first, he was a little doubtful whether Senior Brother Bai was right. He had no good intentions, but thinking of Senior Brother Bai's gentle attitude towards him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his vicious thoughts, so he stopped thinking about it and ran down the mountain to fetch water again.

I often go back and forth dozens of times. When I pour the water into the water tank again, Zhui'er stands on the edge of the tank and looks at the thin layer of clear water at the bottom of the tank, a little dazed. Although the tank is big, it can hold dozens of buckets of water. It shouldn't be just such a thin layer. There must be something weird here. Could it be missing? He circled around the large vat, and after confirming that it was not damaged, he slipped back into the courtyard and brought out another bucket.

After running two barrels at a time for more than a dozen times, he stood on the edge of the tank again, panting and stunned. The water in the tank was indeed rising, but the increase was almost undetectable.

Bai Hua came over at this time and said with a stern face, "If you don't fill up the water within a month, I will kick you out of Xiulinyuan."

Zhui'er understood now that there was something weird about this tank, otherwise Senior Brother Bai wouldn't have given him a month, so there would be nothing to say. He hurriedly ran towards the valley down the mountain again.

This month, Zhuo'er almost never slept. When he was hungry, he would find something to eat. When he was sleepy, he would lie down on the rocks and take a nap. Finally, he filled the big vat before sunset on the last day.

After Bai Hua put away the big vat, he looked at the embarrassed Zhui'er with a half-smile and said, "I'll give you three days to rest, and then you have to fill up three more vats with water."

Zhui'er lowered his head and left. He didn't dare to look at Bai Hua, for fear that the other party would see the anger in his eyes. Now he believed that this senior brother Bai had no good intentions, let alone fetching three more tanks of water, even if it was just for another He couldn't even finish the task even after pumping a tank. He was so tired that he almost vomited blood. He couldn't rest for three days.

Three days later, Zhui'er was running on the mountain road again carrying a bucket. Even though his waist was still sore, his legs were still swollen, and his heart was full of resentment towards Bai Hua, he didn't want to be driven away. After leaving Xiulinyuan, he had not yet learned any real skills.

One day, two days, three days..., Zhui'er gritted his teeth and persisted. As long as there was still hope, he could not give up. Now he was fully looking forward to Bai Hua allowing him to rest more after fetching this tank of water. God, maybe that way he could relax a little bit.

Ten days, eleven days, twelve days... Every time he fell, his swollen legs would hurt like needles. His hands and feet were so worn that there were blood blisters and blisters. Zhui'er wanted to cry. He Although he was almost fifteen years old and had suffered some hardships before, at that time he had either parents who loved him or Uncle Xu and Aunt Juan who loved him. He had never suffered any grievances when he grew up.

On the twentieth day, after he fetched water by the small pool, he looked at the bruised flesh and blood

His blurry hands finally couldn't help crying, from choking to sobbing, until he burst into tears. But after crying twice, he forced his lips to bite tightly. He was afraid that Senior Brother Bai would hear him, which might lead to new... punishment.

After shedding tears of grievance, he picked up the two buckets and walked up the mountain with difficulty. After crying, he felt a little lighter and secretly encouraged himself to persevere no matter how difficult it was for the sake of his parents' expectations.

At this moment, living up to the expectations of his parents replaced his obsession with cultivation and became the main belief that supported Zhui'er to persevere. Although these two beliefs had always coexisted in his heart, the latter was the weight before. What's more, under the unbearable difficulty and pressure in front of him, if it was just for cultivation, Zhui'er would definitely give up. He was really about to die of exhaustion. He no longer had the physical strength to jump up a few days ago. The water tank is two feet high, so we can only build a simple wooden frame for getting up and down.

Most of the time had gone by, but the water in the tank was not yet half full. Zhui'er couldn't think about anything anymore. He was too tired to think about anything else. The only activity in his mind was to calculate how much time was left.

His desperate persistence brought him a gratifying reward. On the morning of the thirtieth day, the water in the tank was only about a foot away from the edge of the tank. Nineteen feet of water were poured in the previous twenty-nine days. If he wanted to fill it in one day, How easy is it to fill a foot inside? But this is the last day, and after getting through it, he can rest again, which will give Zhui'er strength. He believes that he can fill the water tank before midnight.

One trip, two trips, three trips..., Zhui'er's legs were shaking and his hands were shaking, but he didn't dare to let himself breathe for a moment. To him, the water in the bucket was no longer water, it was his. Hope, every drop.

But at this critical moment, someone came to steal hope.

In the afternoon, Zhui'er carried two buckets of water and climbed up panting with steps as if filled with lead. The scorching sun made him sweat profusely. He hadn't bathed in nearly a month, and the sweat washed away stains on his dirty face. , even when sweat flowed into his eyes, he was not willing to take the time to stop and wipe them.

At this time, a figure with a long sword quietly appeared behind Zhui'er. The man smiled sinisterly and used his spiritual power to draw out the water in the bucket bit by bit, and then took out the water silently. thrown into the mountain stream.

Zhui'er's arms were already numb and he didn't notice anything at all. It was only when he climbed along the wooden frame to the edge of the tank that he noticed that both buckets were empty!

Could it be that I was so tired that I forgot to get water? This was not impossible. He had long been exhausted to the point of semi-consciousness. Zhui'er looked at the two empty buckets and wanted to cry without tears. The fatigue he had suffered on this trip was nothing, but he couldn't afford to waste this time.

After wiping his sweat, Zhui'er hurriedly ran down the mountain with the bucket. He had to regain the lost time.

This time when he went up the mountain, Zhui'er would glance at the two sticks he was carrying from time to time. He didn't necessarily have enough time in the first place, and he couldn't bear one more loss. When he turned a corner of the mountain, he lowered his head to look again. When he picked up the buckets, Zhui'er was stunned. Both buckets were only half full of water.

"How could this happen?!" Zhui'er asked aggrievedly with a tearful tone. He turned around and looked around, but half of the person was missing. At this time, the person who had stolen his hope was laughing silently with his mouth open above his head. Full of pleasure.