Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Hey, let's not talk about it. It's because we have no ability and low cultivation." Huang Zheng sighed and continued, "Wang Fu, Zhu Zhen has also assigned you a task. I advise you not to think about resisting, otherwise you will be beaten badly."

"A few days ago, a newcomer came. He relied on his natural strength and refused to obey Zhu Zhen's arrangement. He was directly broken his legs and sent down the mountain. Zhu Zhen and his men are all heavy in Qi training. How can mortals be their opponents?"

Wang Fu was deeply touched by this and suddenly felt that everyone was in the same boat. He sighed and was indignant: "I was asked to pick up twenty buckets from Qingling Pond. Water to the spiritual pool above Baicao Valley, where is this Qinglingtan? "

"I know, let's go together, I just happen to be going to complete the work arranged by Zhu Zhen." Huang Zheng pointed to the south, "Qinglingtan is in the south of Baicao Valley. The water in the pool is different from ordinary water. The water there is rich in spiritual energy. The spiritual herbs in Baicao Valley must be irrigated with water there to shorten the growth cycle. "

"I have been here for more than half a year. In addition to completing my own tasks every day, I have to carry 20 buckets of water. There is very little time for cultivation. I don't know when I can succeed in cultivation if I continue like this."

Speaking, Huang Zheng shook his head.

Wang Fu followed Huang Zheng to Qinglingtan. They were communicating all the way. Most of the time, Huang Zheng was the only one talking. He was like a chatterbox, talking non-stop, and Wang Fu occasionally took over.

I learned a lot about Baicao Valley from him. After a while, Wang Fu felt that he had some comfort in this unfamiliar place.

Huang Zheng's technique was a water-attributed technique that Feng Dafu casually threw to him. He had been practicing it for almost ten months, but still had not succeeded in drawing spiritual energy into his body. When Huang Zheng learned that Wang Fu was practicing the [Thick Earth Technique], he almost laughed out loud. He kept saying that the [Thick Earth Technique] had one less spell, and he felt quite superior.

Wang Fu just smiled at this.

Qingling Pond is a rather wide pond, surrounded by a bamboo forest, deep and quiet. The source of the pond water comes from a waterfall pouring down from the mountain not far away, and the sound of the water is quite spectacular.

The only unpleasant thing is that this place is extremely cold, which is no different from winter.

"The area around Qingling Pond is much colder, so few people are willing to come here on weekdays." Huang Zheng signaled Wang Fu to quickly take the wooden bucket by the pond to fill it with water.

The two filled the pond water, shouldered the wooden bucket, and headed towards the north of Baicao Valley.

Wang Fu had never done any hard labor since he was a child, let alone such heavy work as carrying water. Fortunately, he took the medicine in the small tripod in the morning, which increased his strength. Otherwise, he would not have been able to hold on to the destination, and he was exhausted even so.

On the way, he met many disciples who were carrying water together. They looked at Wang Fu, a stranger, with a look of gloating on their faces. They all wanted to see this newcomer make a fool of himself.

Unfortunately, Wang Fu disappointed them.

Although much slower than Huang Zheng, Wang Fu still arrived at the destination slowly.

There is a large artificially dug pool here, with lush green grass growing around the pool, and small canals extending from the periphery of the large pool to various medicinal fields in Baicao Valley.

There is a pavilion next to the spirit pool. A person was lying on his back in the pavilion basking in the sun. Seeing Wang Fu coming, he glanced at him.

"Are you the new Wang Fu?"

Wang Fu nodded.

"Your body has recovered well. After being kicked by Senior Brother Zhang, he actually got up the next day. It's quite rare."

Wang Fu was stunned and didn't say anything. He just poured the water into the big pool woodenly and turned away.

"Oh, you have a temper, but you still have to fetch water obediently." This man sneered. No matter who is in the Baicao Valley, they have to listen to Senior Brother Zhu Zhen's arrangements.

...

Huang Zheng didn't accompany him on the second trip. He thought Wang Fu was too slow.

Wang Fu was also happy with this. He returned to Qinglingtan and filled the wooden barrel. After walking for a while, he saw that there was no one around, so he summoned the small tripod and threw it directly into the bucket.

When Huang Zheng said that the water in Qinglingtan was rich in spiritual energy, he had this idea. Since the small tripod can extract essence from weeds, can it also extract essence from the water rich in spiritual energy?

You'll know only if you try.

As he walked with the wooden barrel, he observed the condition of the small tripod in the barrel. He found that the water in the pond could not enter the small tripod at all. Instead, a little bit of light flowed into the tripod.

"It can be done." Wang Fu's eyes lit up and he almost laughed out loud. He looked around nervously and saw that no one was paying attention. He breathed a sigh of relief and became more careful.

After waiting anxiously until there was no light spot in the wooden barrel, Wang Fu looked around and saw that no one was there. He immediately took out the small tripod and threw it into another wooden barrel.

The light spot appeared again...

The spirit pool was huge, and everyone poured the water into it all at once. Wang Fu didn't have to worry about being discovered. He did this for ten buckets of water in a row, and a drop of transparent liquid condensed in the small tripod.

Wang Fu, who had never carried water before, did heavy work for the first time and his shoulders were worn out, but compared with the tragic experience on the Qianya stone steps, this injury was nothing. With his strong willpower, he finally completed the task of twenty buckets of water when the sun set.

Even the man in the pavilion looked at Wang Fu with a new look.

Back in his room, Wang Fu couldn't wait to take a drop of spiritual liquid. Yes, spiritual liquid, this was Wang Fu's new name.

The burning breath reappeared, and with his breathing, Wang Fu's body became stronger and stronger.

Day after day, in addition to clearing the weeds in the medicinal field, Wang Fu went to Qingling Pond to fetch water. He used the small tripod to collect a lot of spiritual liquid. He took a drop of spiritual liquid every night to practice. His strength improved every day and his mind became clearer. He felt that if he continued like this, he would soon be able to successfully draw Qi into his body and become a cultivator.

In half a month, Wang Fu's speed of fetching water had caught up with Huang Zheng. After a month, he completely surpassed him. He could fetch and pour water in one go. If he didn't need to wait for the small tripod to absorb the essence of the water, Wang Fu could even be faster.

Even so, it took Huang Zheng more than two hours to fetch 20 buckets of water, but Wang Fu only took more than an hour. He had a lot more time to practice every day, and he had time to refine the two drops of spiritual liquid.

He even thought about putting the small tripod into Qingling Pond, but he was worried that it would be discovered. If he lost the small tripod, this treasure, it would be completely over.

Wang Fu was very motivated, but his neighbor was very annoyed.

Huang Zheng saw that Wang Fu completed his tasks early every day and had more time to practice than himself. He was jealous that he had been in Baicao Valley for so long, but he was not as good as Wang Fu who had just been there for a month. That night, his long-accumulated jealousy finally broke out again and poured out.

"Since you are so powerful, how can carrying 20 buckets of water be enough... Hehe..."