The first update today! There is still noon.

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"Weasel?" Wang Lin was stunned. The first thing he thought of was the young man in yellow who had mocked him before. He thought he was more in line with this title, but he didn't know if the other party was talking about him.

"Ah? Didn't you see him? It's the man who is responsible for arranging the work of a registered disciple. He is also a registered disciple, but he has obtained the qualification to practice immortal skills. He is wearing yellow clothes and looks like a good person. He looks like a wolf cub. We call him that in private." Zhang Hu took a sip of water and gritted his teeth.

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

Zhang Hu was stunned, stared at Wang Lin for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Brother, have you had 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 large tank that holds water is as big as the one we use at home?" As he said that, he gestured with his hands.

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

Zhang Hu smiled bitterly and said, "You must have offended the weasel. The big jar he mentioned is about the same size as our house, with a total of ten jars of water... Wang Lin, I don't want these sweet potatoes anymore, please keep them, I'll make it good if you can have a meal for four or five days. You are new, and several places that produce wild fruits in the mountains have been occupied by others. Only the elderly can pick a few. I'd better eat my wild fruit tomorrow." After saying that, he put the remaining pieces of sweet potatoes on the table, sighed, and lay down in the bed again.

A trace of evil fire broke out in Wang Lin's heart. He gritted his teeth. Thinking of his parents' expectant gaze, he forced his anger down and lay in bed and fell asleep while holding his breath.

Before dawn the next day, he got up from the bed. Zhang Hu was still snoring. Wang Lin changed into gray clothes and hurriedly walked towards the debris. When he arrived here, the sun gradually appeared from the east. The young man in yellow pushed open the door and looked at Wang Lin with his eyes slanted. He said sarcastically: "It's still punctual. Go in and get the bucket. Go out along the east gate. There is a spring in the mountains to pick up water there."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Lin, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly breathed at the sunrise. A faint white air radiated from his nose, rolling like two white dragons.

Wang Lin looked envious and walked into the room for a look. 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 gate.

After walking a long way, I came to the spring that the other party said. The scenery here is quite beautiful, and the sound of water is rustling, just like the sound of nature that fills the heart.

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

It was not until dusk that he filled a tank. If it weren't for the sweet potatoes filling his stomach at noon, he wouldn't have the energy to do the rest of his work. Despite this, his legs and arms are now sore and numb, and he would feel unbearable pain as soon as he tried.

He pondered for a moment, and found a place where no one was left, carefully observed around and confirmed that there was no one. He took out the stone beads from his arms and put them in the bucket to shake them. After a while, he took out the beads and put them away. After drinking the water from the bucket, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in his stomach, and the soreness of the muscles in his body slowly dissipated.

Although the effect is not as good as dew, Wang Lin was extremely excited. He touched the location of the stone beads on his chest and decided again that he would never know that he had this treasure!

After drinking half of the bucket of water, his muscles no longer felt sore and he was refreshed, so he immediately continued to carry water.

On this day, he filled a tank of half and drank half of the water soaked in mysterious beads. In order to avoid others' suspicion, he pretended to be exhausted and returned to his residence.

After a while, Zhang Hu came back, and his face still had the same overworked expression. The two talked for a few words. Zhang Hu hesitated for a long time and hesitated to ask for two pieces of sweet potatoes. After eating, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Time passed quickly, and in a 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 wood, and he has to cut enough wood every day before he can eat. Since he became a registered disciple of the Hengyue School, he has been chopping wood for three years. Three years ago, he often had to eat a meal for three or four days, and he relied 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 cannot stop three meals a day. Only when these two requirements are met at the same time can some basic immortal techniques be taught.

The inner disciples are different from them. They have their own masters and do not have to do any chores. They have their own separate rooms. Their main job is to practice.

In addition, there is another type of person who is between an inner disciple and a registered disciple, who becomes someone else's boy like Wang Hao. In fact, the so-called boy is a servant in a bluntly speaking.

This type of people does not need to do chores, and they can also practice some low-level immortal techniques. They only need to complete the work assigned by their master. However, this type of people are often very talented and will not have much prospect in their lives. They can only be servants for the rest of their lives.

Wang Lin also learned about the so-called talent from Zhang Hu. Simply put, talent is spiritual roots, and everyone has more or less some in their body. However, the key point is quantity and sufficient spiritual roots. If the same immortal method can be practiced in one year, then those who lack spiritual roots may take ten years or even one hundred years.

People have limited lives and mediocre qualifications often do not have much development in their lives. This is why the immortal cultivation sect first attaches spiritual roots to disciples.

This month, Wang Lin had to drink a lot of spring water soaked with mysterious beads every day when carrying water. His body became stronger and stronger, as if he had endless strength. From the beginning, he had to pick up ten tanks of water in six days, it only took three days to do it.
Chapter completed!