He left the small courtyard, followed Mei Ruolan's instructions, and walked slowly down, three floors down, and stopped in front of a large courtyard to take a look.
This compound is very spacious, with several acres of old land, about ten times the size of my own small courtyard, and takes up almost half of this floor.
The gate is very wide and has no threshold. People come and go incessantly. Most of them are disciples in blue shirts carrying two buckets on their shoulders. They are all full of energy and majestic.
Li Muchan looked at it and nodded. Disciples from famous sects do have different temperaments.
As he was standing, a sudden shout came out: "Get out of here, don't block my way!"
Li Muchan turned around and saw Li Zongheng carrying a load of water. He was dripping with sweat and steaming with white steam, as if he was walking out of hot water.
"Senior Brother Li, what a coincidence." He smiled. Li Zongheng was startled and the bucket spilled a piece of water.
He then calmed down, coughed, quickly glanced at the disciples around him, and hummed: "Little monk, are you here to fetch water too?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, I just came here and started carrying water."
"Humph, that's great!" Li Zongheng smiled proudly and said: "Little monk, aren't you very bold? Do you dare to compete with me?"
Li Muchan smiled and asked: "Compared to what?"
"It's just like carrying water, let's see who can carry it faster!" Li Zongheng said immediately.
Li Muchan pondered, looking at him with a half-smile.
Li Zongheng immediately said: "If you are afraid, I won't force you. When you see me in the future, you must call me Boss Li honestly, you know?!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "If I lose, when I see you in the future, I will call you Boss Li."
"Humph, just do it!" Li Zongheng nodded proudly.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "But what if you lose?"
"I lost?!" Li Zongheng sneered, sneered again and again, and looked at him mockingly.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "If you lose, when you see me in the future, you will call me Boss Li. How about that?"
Li Zongheng opened his mouth, then suddenly turned his eyes and hummed: "Little monk, has Master ever come to see you?!"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, my internal energy is suppressed by the Nirvana Locking Element Technique, and I cannot use my energy."
"Haha!" Li Zongheng laughed out loud and said hurriedly: "Okay, if I lose, I will call you boss from now on!"
Li Muchan smiled and stretched out his left palm: "A word is an agreement, a high-five is an oath!"
"Hmph!" Li Zongheng clapped his left palm hard, carried water and walked in: "Follow me!"
Li Muchan looked at him with a smile and walked into the courtyard.
This is a courtyard, but the center is empty. There are only about twenty large vats, which are as tall as one person and two people hug each other. They are arranged in a plum blossom shape, forming a total of eight plum blossoms.
As soon as Li Zongheng entered the courtyard, he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Yang! Senior Brother Yang! Come quickly!"
"Come on, come on!" A chubby young man ran out of the house. He was fair and fat, with a friendly face, like a rich man. He felt friendly at first sight.
Li Zongheng put down the water and pointed at Li Muchan: "Brother Yang, this little monk is new here!"
As he spoke, he poured water into the jar.
Senior Brother Yang turned to Li Muchan, with a smile on his round face: "Are you a new junior brother, or a monk who hasn't asked for a Buddhist title yet?"
He was polite, and Li Muchan responded with a tithe: "Senior Brother Yang is polite, I am Zhanran."
Senior Brother Yang smiled and nodded: "So it's Junior Brother Zhanran, the new outer disciple?"
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded.
"Welcome, welcome!" Senior Brother Yang was very kind and said with a smile: "The first two passes of the outer sect are the ones that sharpen one's muscles and bones. Most people cannot bear this kind of suffering and cannot become inner sect disciples. It is really a pity!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I hope Senior Brother Yang can give me some advice."
"Humph, Senior Brother Yang, don't talk nonsense to him, just give him the bucket!" Li Zong put his hands on his hips and impatiently interrupted.
Senior Brother Yang was not angry and said with a smile: "I still want to make it clear... Junior Brother Zhanran, let's start with using a wooden bucket. Just carry two loads of water a day. Add one load of water every ten days. After one year, switch to
Iron bucket...Junior brother, you must be prepared to endure hardships and don't be lazy."
"Yes, thank you Senior Brother Yang." Li Muchan nodded.
Li Zongheng urged again. Senior Brother Yang was not angry, but he still said what needed to be said. He kept explaining clearly and asked Li Muchan if there was anything he didn't understand.
Seeing Li Muchan shaking his head, he took out a pole and two wooden barrels about half a person's height.
Senior Brother Yang said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhanran, go ahead, don't be too hasty, after picking it up once, come and tell me... Remember, don't use tricks, otherwise, you will be kicked out of the mountain directly. Look at Junior Brother Li,
He doesn’t dare to be lazy.”
Li Muchan nodded and left the compound with Li Zongheng.
The two of them went down the stone steps. Li Zongheng was very fast and rushed down at a trot. His legs and feet were strong and powerful, and he was running wildly. He was really brave.
One of the bad things about such stone steps is that they will slip under your feet and it will be difficult to stand up after you fall down. You will just roll down the mountain and you may die.
Li Muchan followed closely behind him. Although he could not use his internal strength, when it came to physical strength, he was actually better than ordinary people.
He was born with divine power, but later he practiced the indestructible power of Vajra, cut off his hair and cleansed his marrow, and became more and more powerful. Although he did not use internal power, he was no different from a master who had practiced hard for more than ten years.
The two of them went down the mountain, turned west, and came to the bottom of the valley. The river surged out of the valley and headed west, roaring like a tiger.
At the bottom of the valley, there were more than a dozen disciples in green shirts collecting water. They all greeted Li Zongheng and called him Boss Li, which was quite respectful.
Li Zong raised his chin and nodded proudly, with great style.
Li Muchan smiled secretly, shook his head, ignored him, filled two buckets by the river, picked them up and walked straight up the mountain.
Li Zongheng hurriedly followed, dismissed Zishui, and followed Li Muchan. The corner of his mouth was raised, and he looked at Li Muchan's back with great pride.
He was defeated yesterday. After thinking about it, he realized that the young monk had not blocked his inner strength, so he was defeated. He was extremely unwilling to do so.
Now, with his inner strength sealed, how can he be his opponent?
The corners of his mouth curled up again, and he was happy. He imagined a scene in his mind: he was walking leisurely, and the little monk was panting from exhaustion, like a dead dog.
Thinking of this, he was full of energy, shouted loudly, and strode to catch up with Li Muchan.
He has been here for a year, and his muscles and bones are almost tempered. He can lift the burden effortlessly, as light as nothing, and his legs are strong, and he can step up two steps at a time.
In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Li Muchan, passed him, and said with a smile: "Young monk, you can't do it!"
Li Muchan smiled, stretched his legs, and increased his speed. The two of them rushed up the mountain side by side, leaving everyone stunned.
Seeing them coming, everyone stayed away and looked at them like crazy people. After they passed by, they started talking and praising this young junior brother for his awesomeness.
Some of them sighed, this little junior brother doesn’t know how high the sky is, how can Crazy Li be easily messed with? If he was easy to mess with, he wouldn’t be the king and hegemon, suppressing all the outer disciples.
As Li Zongheng walked, he turned to look at Li Muchan. Seeing his calm expression and even breathing, he was surprised. He pushed harder and went faster.
The stone steps were in the north and there was no wind, but the clothes of the two of them were fluttering and the wind was catching them.
In about one stick of incense, the two of them returned to the compound, striding forward without taking a breath halfway.
Li Muchan was in the front, and Li Zongheng was in the back.
Because he rushed forward too hard, at the last moment, Li Zongheng lost strength and was exhausted. His eyes widened and veins bulged on his head. He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to speed up.
But helplessly, Li Muchan's speed became faster and faster. Seeing him gradually falling behind, Li Zongheng roared, his speed increased sharply, and he caught up with Li Muchan again.
Li Muchan was surprised, turned to look at him, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Li, it's just for fun, why do you have to work so hard?!"
Li Zongheng gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face were twisted and scary, and he shouted: "Fart!"
After that, he quickened his speed and rushed towards the entrance of the compound with all his strength.
Li Muchan smiled, slowed down a step, and allowed him to rush over, then followed closely, entering the gate one after another. Li Zongheng reached the water tank, couldn't control his momentum, and ran straight into it.
Li Muchan put down the pole, kicked off his feet, rushed to Li Zongheng's side, pressed his hands on his pole.
Li Zongheng stopped for a moment, as if a wooden stake was nailed in place, and the barrel shook violently, spilling some water.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Boss Li, congratulations, you won!"
Li Zongheng was sweating profusely, and his whole blue shirt was soaked and dripping with water. His face turned red and he turned to glare at Li Muchan: "Little monk, you know what's going on!"
Li Muchan smiled calmly.
Li Zongheng felt uncomfortable, knowing that it was the little monk who had given way to him, and hummed: "I have already carried two loads of water, otherwise, you would have been thrown to the bottom of the mountain by me!"
Li Muchan chuckled, ignored him, turned around, poured water into the vat, went to Senior Brother Yang to report the matter, and then continued down the mountain.
Li Zongheng stomped his feet bitterly, with a depressed look on his face. He threw the bucket away and quit. He went back to the courtyard to get the stone lock and worked hard on it.
Li Muchan carried twenty loads of water in one go, which shocked Senior Brother Yang so much that he lost his smile.
He looked at Li Muchan blankly, and then sighed: "In that case, you can pass the test directly. Go chop wood! As long as you chop a yard in one day, you will pass!"
Although Li Muchan knew that he was a bit high-profile, he understood that in the martial arts world, you could be low-key, but in the Canghai Sword Sect, being low-key was not enough and you would miss many opportunities.
He started chopping wood the next day.
For him, this is a piece of cake. He is extremely powerful and wields the ax like an embroidery needle. With a single tap, no matter how strong the wood is, it can split into two pieces.