Autumn has arrived, the weather has cooled down, and the vegetation on both sides of the forest path is covered with a layer of white frost.
There was just a hint of fish belly white on the horizon.
Li Zhige breathed heavily and ran quickly on the path with two iron buckets. His steps were steady and the iron buckets filled with water were heavy, but not a drop of water spilled out.
Go all the way back to the county town, enter the backyard, and put two buckets of water into the water tank.
Li Zhige got up again and ran towards the Qiantang River outside the city. He wanted to fill the water tank before noon today.
A bucket made of ironwood weighs twenty kilograms without water. If it is filled with water, it weighs at least fifty kilograms. Carrying a bucket in one hand, Li Zhige ran back and forth between the Qiantang River outside the city and the Shenquan Gate.
As the sky became brighter, there were more and more people inside and outside the city.
People were not surprised to see this tall and burly young man, because this young man would get up early every day to carry water for a full month.
At noon, Li Zhige picked up the wooden bucket and filled the water jar, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a smile in his bright eyes.
It has been exactly three months since he became a disciple of the Divine Fist.
When he first started, he squatted on horses every day.
He squatted on the horse for a full month, and the master asked him to stand on the horse. Li Zhige didn't ask why.
After standing on the pile for a full month, the master took out two heavy wooden barrels and asked him to go to the river to fetch water. He had to fill the water jars every day.
Li Zhige did as he was told, but still didn't ask why.
The distance from Shenquan Gate to the Qiantang River outside the city is not short. At the beginning, it took Li Zhige two hours to bring back two buckets of water, and it took him until late at night to fill the water tank.
When he got up the next day, the originally full water tank was empty again. Li Zhige continued to the Qiantang River outside the city to fetch water.
After carrying water for a month day after day, Li Zhige felt that his legs were extremely strong and he ran like a gust of wind. The two arms are as tight as iron, and his hands can lift things weighing a hundred kilograms.
After carrying water for a whole month, he was able to fill the water tank before lunch.
As soon as he put down the bucket, senior sister Guo Yingzhao's gentle voice came from behind, "Junior brother, go wash your face and come over for dinner."
A large round table was set up in the dining room.
Most of the food on the table is meat, but there are also some fruits and vegetables.
Master Guo Qianshan was sitting in the center, surrounded by seven or eight senior brothers including Guo Yingxiong, Chen Fangqiao, Zhou Qianjian, Wang Tiedan, etc.
Li Zhige walked into the dining room and sat down next to his senior sister Guo Yingzhao.
Fifth senior brother Wang Tiedan's eyes turned green and he whispered softly, "Junior brother, we have to wait for you to come back every day before we can eat. We are so hungry that our chests are touching our backs."
"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep!"
Master Guo Qianshan scolded him with a serious face. Wang Tie dared to shrink his neck and shut up obediently, not daring to make another sound.
After taking a look at Li Zhige, he picked up the chopsticks after crossing Qianshan.
Seeing the master moving the chopsticks, all the disciples dared to pick up the chopsticks and start eating hungrily.
After a while, everyone ate all the food on the table like a storm.
Guo Yingzhao put the chicken legs in his bowl into Li Zhige's bowl and said with a smile, "Junior brother, you carry water every day and consume a lot, so eat more."
Li Zhige felt warm in his heart and smiled at Yingzhao, "Thank you, senior sister."
Next to him, fellow seniors Wang Tiedan, Chen Fangqiao, and Zhou Qianjian started making noises again.
When Guo Qianshan glanced at the disciples, a subtle smile appeared on Ma's serious face.
"Ahem!"
"Zhi Ge, come to the Patriarch Hall to meet me after dinner later."
Guo Qianshan coughed, stood up and left the dining room.
When Guo Qianshan left, the atmosphere in the dining room immediately became cheerful.
Li Zhige chewed the last chicken drumstick slowly and walked towards the ancestral hall without quarreling with a few senior brothers.
If he guessed correctly, Master should be teaching me boxing today.
"Kneel down!"
As soon as I walked into the ancestral hall, I heard the stern voice of the master.
Li Zhige knelt down in front of his master's spiritual throne and then looked up at his master.
Guo Qianshan's face was as serious as ever. He looked at Li Zhige and asked calmly, "Zhige, it has been three months since you started. Master asked you to squat on the horse for a month and stand on the horse for a month. Zhuang, I asked you to carry water for another month and didn’t teach you any boxing skills. Do you have any complaints?”
Li Zhige shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "Master is also good for his disciples. How can the disciples complain?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Guo Qianshan's eyes, and he asked calmly, "Why do you think so?"
Li Zhige looked at Guo Qianshan, his eyes full of gratitude, and replied seriously, "The master asked the disciple to squat on the horse to make the disciple steady. The master asked the disciple to carry water to exercise the disciple's arm strength and strength. Leg strength, all of these are the foundation for practicing Shenquan, how can a disciple not know it?"
"Besides, the master personally boils the medicinal soup every day and asks the senior sister to deliver it to the disciple's room at night. The disciple has heard all this from the senior sister. The master is like a parent to the disciple. It's too late for the disciple to be grateful, so how dare he blame the master without knowing what to do?"
Guo Qianshan looked at Li Zhige for a long time before slowly saying, "Zhige, you are a sensible child."
"Ten Western years ago, during the Wang Panshan Sword-raising Competition, your master was killed by Xie Xun's seven-injury fist, and the other uncles and uncles also died under Xie Xun's Lion Roar Kung Fu, leaving only me and you, Uncle Han, to survive. Even your uncle Han has lost all his muscles and martial arts. I am left to support the Divine Fist Sect, and its status in the world has plummeted."
"Zhi Ge, you have dense bones, a tough temperament, and a lively mind. You will be able to make great strides in your practice of Divine Fist. Xie Xun is the Mingjiao Protector Dharma King and possesses many profound skills. Even if you practice Divine Fist to a great extent, you may not be the best." His opponent. Master does not ask you to seek revenge on Xie Xun. I only ask that you can support the family after Master's death and not lose your reputation as a divine fist."
"Ahem!"
As he spoke, Guo Qianshan's face turned red and he coughed violently.
He raised his hand to cover his mouth, but Li Zhige still saw the shocking blood stains from the gap in his palm.
"Master, your body?"
Li Zhige's face became serious. Although the master kept a straight face, he looked very stern. But Li Zhige knew that his master was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, and Li Zhige would always remember his kindness to him.
A kind smile appeared on Guo Qianshan's face, and he waved his hand towards Li Zhige, "There is no medicine or stone to cure the old wounds suffered ten and a half years ago."
"Zhi Ge, master only has a few years left to live. From today on, master will teach you all the essence of Divine Fist. You must study it seriously."
Li Zhige was extremely serious and replied in a deep voice, "Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely practice the Divine Fist well and let the reputation of the Divine Fist Sect be resounding throughout the martial arts world once again."
Guo Qianshan nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall, his usually stern voice softened a bit, "Follow me."
