My Sword Has a Way

When the boy woke up the next day, the sloppy Taoist was sitting next to him.

"You're awake." The old Taoist said with a smile

Xu Zhian sat up, raised his aching arm, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it now?"

The old Taoist said calmly: "It is now the 4th hour. You were very aggressive last night and drank half a pot of wine in one go."

Xu Zhian frowned and just as he was about to get up, he was stopped by the old Taoist: "Have you noticed any changes in your body?"

Xu Zhian then felt that in addition to the aches all over his body, he seemed to be able to see farther and his hearing was clearer than before. He looked down and saw that he was covered in sweat. The boy smiled awkwardly.

After Xu Zhian changed his clothes, he saw the Taoist priest fiddling with something on his stove. When he got closer, he discovered that the Taoist priest was stewing a chicken in the pot. This was the first time the young man saw stewed chicken in a pot at home. His stomach immediately growled.

Xu Zhian looked at the old Taoist: "Master, are you stewing chicken?"

The sloppy Taoist said, "What else? You are lucky today. A chicken flew into the yard. I, the old Taoist, feel sorry for you, so I specially gave you some supplements in advance. You will suffer in the next two days."

Xu Zhian didn't say anything. Seeing this, the old Taoist said angrily, "What's wrong with you? I killed the chicken, so I have to bear the consequences. You can eat it if you want."

The young man frowned and said, "Then I'll eat it. It would be a waste if I don't eat it."

The sloppy Taoist looked at the young man and said, "How was the wine last night?"

The young man said: "It doesn't taste very good, and it's very uncomfortable, but I feel it's good for my body. Whether it's the strength of my hands, or my vision, hearing, and body coordination, they are much better than before. Also, I always feel a heat in my lower abdomen that appears and disappears from time to time. It's very mysterious."

The old Taoist smiled faintly: "This is called helping the foundation in cultivation. In fact, from the moment you went to Zui Xiang Lou to chop wood, you were already helping the foundation, but you just didn't know it. Do you remember the man who taught you how to chop wood?"

The boy asked in confusion: "That Uncle Niu?"

The sloppy Taoist replied, "Yes, the firewood chopping technique he taught you is actually a knife technique, which is most suitable for you to use to support the foundation. Others help the foundation for a hundred days, but you help the foundation for three years. Do you know what this means?"

The boy frowned, "I'm just curious as to why he wants to teach me Zhuji."

Sloppy Taoist: "I promised him one request on your behalf."

Xu Zhian was even more confused: "What request?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "When you meet him in the future, he will tell you. You haven't answered my question yet."

The young man said: "Three years of foundation building means I'm stupid?"

The old Taoist laughed: "If you are stupid, then there are no smart people in the world. You can tell that I am different from ordinary people from the first time you saw me, and you can see my extraordinaryness. You actually still say that you are stupid. If the man who taught you how to chop wood heard this, he would definitely hit his head against his head and die."

Then the sloppy Dao continued, "After three years of building a foundation, you can take on great responsibilities. Let's eat."

The boy couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten meat. Xu Zhian only remembered that at that time, his adoptive mother was still alive, his younger sister was still young, and he was very happy.

A chicken looks like a lot, but when the boy started eating it he realized that it was actually quite little, so little that he couldn’t even feel the satisfaction of eating the chicken.

After the old man and the young man had finished their meal, the old Taoist asked the young man to fetch several large jars of clean water. The old Taoist said that as long as he went to the stone well, his luck would disappear. The young man was reluctant at first, but when the old Taoist said that it was to prepare for his own cultivation, the young man went to the stone well diligently.

The sloppy Taoist looked at the young man in front of him and said seriously: "Xu Zhian, let me ask you, if you have powerful abilities and someone needs your help, what will you do?"

The young man thought for a moment and said, "Don't act rashly if you don't know the cause."

The Taoist priest asked again, "If someone tries to kill you and begs for mercy, what will you do?"

The young man said, "If it is because of me, I will let him go. If it is not because of me, he will die."

The old Taoist nodded, then swung his fist at the young boy. The young boy was caught off guard and flew out, hitting the earth wall, raising a cloud of dust.

Xu Zhian felt dizzy and his stomach churning, and then a sharp pain spread throughout his body. The young man got up slightly and looked at the sloppy Taoist in front of him. He had a lot of questions to ask, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The sloppy Taoist seemed very satisfied with the boy's performance, and then stepped forward and said, "Xu Zhian, remember this, if you want to become a strong man, you must endure hardships that ordinary people cannot endure, and suffer pains that others cannot endure."

As soon as he finished speaking, another punch hit the boy's shoulder. The boy, who had just stood up, was knocked to the ground again. The boy rolled on the ground in pain, but made no sound.

Sloppy Taoist: "The fairest thing in this world is that as long as you survive this hardship, you will never be defeated by it again."

The boy was in so much pain that he was convulsing and his consciousness was gradually blurring. He gritted his teeth to stay awake, but his gradually limp body was telling him that he could not hold on any longer. In the end, he could not hold on and passed out.

The wind was cold and leaves were falling all over the city.

Now that winter has arrived, the official road in Yishui City is crowded with onlookers. Today is the day when the two major immortal sects set out on their return journey. Even though the weather is very cold, it cannot stop the travelers.

In front of the city gate, a middle-aged official bowed to the carriage team in front of him and said, "Zhao Xuan respectfully sends off the young prince and all the immortal masters."

Then the convoy slowly drove out of the city gate. In one of the luxurious four-horse carriages, a young man in brocade robes said, "Brother Shi, how do you think we accomplished our mission this time?"

The middle-aged monk at the side said: "Very good, I think it will be better than Senior Brother Duan and the others."

The young man in brocade clothes beside him said with a worried look on his face: "I don't know when I can come out of the mountain this time. If I had known, I would have listened to more songs in the past two days."

The middle-aged monk at the side shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.

A fat boy in the carriages behind stared at a girl in a green skirt who had just joined the Seven Heroes Mountain with lustful eyes: "My name is Liu Zhihu, my family is very rich, what's your name?"

The girl in the green dress replied calmly: "Jiang Ying."

The fat boy wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the thin boy next to him and said, "Brother Hu, she seems to be very powerful and has a top-grade spiritual root."

The fat boy said proudly: "I also have a top-grade spiritual root. I will definitely have a bright future in the future."

The fat boy was about to sit next to the girl. Just as he was about to sit down, he said, "Girl, ah!......"

At this time, two big men with their mouths and noses covered were carrying night incense from the city. They had just opened the lid.

With a bang, a figure flew over. The man quickly moved out of the way, and then the figure was stuck in the barrel.