The next day,
Wang Fu began to clear the weeds in the medicinal fields according to the task assigned by Feng Dafu. The weeds in the ten medicinal fields had grown very deep. It took Wang Fu a whole morning to clear the weeds in three medicinal fields. The weeds were piled outside the house, half a person's height.
"It looks like I'll have to work hard these next two days."
After lunch, Wang Fu continued to clear weeds until the evening.
Several uninvited guests suddenly arrived.
"Are you the new guy?"
There were four people in total, and the other three were obviously led by the one in the middle.
Seeing the four people coming with ill intentions, Wang Fu could only deal with them carefully.
"My name is Wang Fu. What can I do for you, brothers?"
The leading young man put one foot on the stool and looked at Wang Fu arrogantly: "I came to see you for something. This Baicao Valley is my territory, Zhu Zhen. Since you are here, you must listen to my orders."
Wang Fu frowned instinctively, but he still smiled and bowed, saying, "I didn't expect it to be Senior Brother Zhu. I have heard of you for a long time. Senior Brother Zhu, please let me know if you have any instructions."
"Well, it seems that you are quite sensible and more obedient than the black boy next door. I won't make it difficult for you. Starting tomorrow, you have to fetch twenty buckets of water from Qingling Pond in Baicao Valley every day and put them in the Lingchi above Baicao Valley." Zhu Zhen said in a deep voice. The three young men next to him looked gloating. They used to be responsible for fetching water in Baicao Valley, but since they had established a good relationship with Zhu Zhen, the original daily work of fetching water was assigned to other people.
Especially those newcomers who have not yet introduced spiritual energy into their bodies.
"Brother Zhu, this... isn't appropriate. This is not the task that Chief Feng gave me..."
Of course Wang Fu didn't want to waste time fetching water. He still needed to practice, so he had no choice but to try with Feng Dafu.
However, the young man next to Zhu Zhen suddenly kicked him.
"Fuck you... I gave you face!"
Bang!
Wang Fu had no time to react. He felt a huge force like a hammer hitting his stomach. He flew several meters away and fell heavily on the haystack in front of the house. His intestines seemed to be broken by the kick. The intense pain made him curl up into a ball, trembling all over, sweating and gasping for breath.
It seemed like he would die in the next moment.
"You dare to talk back at what Senior Brother Zhu told you to do? You are such a coward. If I don't teach you a lesson, do you think we are here to discuss things with you?" The young man glared viciously at Wang Fu, who was curled up on the haystack.
Zhu Zhen stood aside with a cold expression, without the slightest sympathy. He looked down at Wang Fu as if he was looking at an ant. "Remember, I will find someone to supervise the inspection of the 20 buckets of Qingling Lake water. If it is not completed, hehe...it will not be as simple as Zhang Heng's kick."
Wang Fu curled up, saying nothing. Under his messy hair, his eyes stared straight at the four people, especially Zhu Zhen and the murderer Zhang... Heng, engraving their faces 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 don't know what's good for you." Zhu Zhen sneered, "As for Chief Feng... he won't care about these trivial matters."
Holding a grudge? Haha, so many people hold a grudge against him, but so what?
Zhu Zhen took Zhang Heng and the other two away, leaving Wang Fu curled up on the haystack, convulsing and twitching.
Not far away, the thin and dark boy Huang Zheng was in his room, watching this scene through the crack. He touched the scar on his chest, and as the corners of his mouth turned up, his laughter filled the entire dark room.
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That night, Wang fell asleep on a haystack.
Under the starry sky, the small tripod on his chest manifested itself as a solid entity. The barely detectable rays of light on the haystack seemed like floating dust, penetrating into the small tripod.
The green grass gradually lost its original color and turned into withered yellow weeds.
Early in the morning, Wang Fu was awakened by the glaring sunlight.
He sniffed and felt a fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, which made him feel relaxed and refreshed. However, when he thought of the kick he received yesterday evening, he still touched his stomach cautiously.
No problem.
"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore." Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief. Then his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Zhen, Zhang Heng..."
Without saying much, Wang Fu buried this hatred deep in his heart.
"How did Xiao Ding come out by himself?" Wang Fu then realized that something was poking at his chest. He looked around and saw that it was Xiao Ding. He was about to go back to the house when he saw no one. He lowered his head and was shocked again, "Why is this haystack all dry?"
He touched the small tripod in his arms and thought about the fragrance lingering at his nose. His heart beat faster and he quickly ran into the house.
He took out the small tripod from his arms. At first glance, he saw a drop of emerald green liquid quietly suspended in the small tripod. The liquid was integrated into the small tripod, like a drop of water. The faint fragrance became stronger and stronger, filling his nose. Wang Fu couldn't help swallowing.
"This, this, could it be... that the drying up of the haystack was caused by the small cauldron? The small cauldron absorbed the essence of the haystack and condensed into this drop of... green medicine?" Wang Fu's heart beat faster, as if he had discovered a new world.
"I got kicked but nothing happened. Is it because I kept smelling the green liquid?"
"If this is true, then this drop of medicine..." Wang Fu looked at the medicine in the small tripod, thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and poured it directly into his mouth.
The medicine dissipated as soon as it entered the mouth, like a mouthful of clear spring water rolling into the stomach. Then a burning sensation came from the stomach, and the whole body became hot, as if the body had endless energy.
Wang Fu quickly sat down cross-legged and breathed in and out according to the breathing method of [Hou Tu Jue].
Gradually, the burning sensation faded away. When Wang Fu opened his eyes again, he felt that his whole body had become lighter and his strength had increased, but a foul smell also entered his nose.
"It stinks... something sticky."
Only then did Wang Fu realize that there was a layer of black and greasy substance on his body. He quickly went to get some water and took a bath.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and it was already noon.
After lunch, Wang Fu was about to find someone to ask where Qinglingtan was when he saw Huang Zheng rushing out with his head tilted.
"Wang Fu, are you okay? Last night I saw Zhu Zhen coming to your place..."
"It's okay, I just got kicked." Wang Fu touched his stomach and sighed, "It hurt all night, and I just recovered."
"Hey, I was like that at the beginning. I didn't want to help them, so I was beaten. Look at this scar on my chest." Huang Zheng tore open his clothes to reveal his chest. A hideous scar a foot long ran across his entire chest.
Wang Fu's scalp felt numb.
"What's going on with this Zhu Zhen?" Wang Fu asked.
"Ah, Zhu Zhen is the bully of Xiaodong Peak. Relying on his high level of cultivation, he and a few menial disciples bully people in Xiaodong Peak, especially in Baicao Valley, where he almost has the final say. Any new disciple will be assigned all kinds of hard tasks by him, and those who resist will be beaten." Huang Zheng said with a bitter face.
"Master Feng, don't you care?"
"Master Feng? Haha... they are birds of a feather. I heard that Zhu Zhen's family is very special and they give Master Feng good things every year. How could Master Feng offend such a god of wealth? He just turns a blind eye. As long as his interests are not affected, he doesn't care about our life or death." Huang Zheng sneered.
"In the end, we are the only ones who suffer."