The so-called choice is actually to give up,

Choosing one means giving up the other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since it is a choice, of course, it is possible to choose the wrong one.

But, if you put it another way,

That is, it is possible to choose the right one, isn't it?

How do you know if you don't give it a try・・・・・・

Luan Tian is now faced with a choice, and he still has a choice. If he turns away now, no one will stop him. But he chose to believe, to believe in his own judgment, to believe in this big brother who seemed to be a heroic hunter.

However, doing chores is far from what he imagined, he is here to learn spells, he is here to practice, not to do chores!

He looked up and down at Bald Er, who was short and short, with a two-pointed head on top of his round flesh-like body, and two small mustaches at the corners of his mouth, which looked very funny.

Bald Er glanced at Luan Tian and didn't look at it very carefully. It's just a hairy boy who has just entered the sect, if it wasn't for the senior brother Chen Hao who brought it over personally, he wouldn't have looked at it.

"Look at it, I'm still bothering the senior brother to come in person, just send a disciple to bring it, I'll arrange it immediately, you can rest assured!"

"Good!"

Chen Hao nodded faintly and said with a smile.

With that, he turned and left. Bald Er followed and sent Chen Hao out of the door, and when Chen Hao left, he lowered his head and whispered a few words to Bald Er, and Bald Er nodded again and again.

"Luan Tian, you live in the room on the far right for the time being! From tomorrow onwards, you will be responsible for carrying water from the pool at the bottom of the mountain to the lake in the mountain behind the sect, carrying two buckets at a time, and a hundred buckets per day! Let's go settle down first! ”

"Carrying water? Poured from the waterhole at the bottom of the mountain to the lake behind the mountain??!! I heard you right!! Isn't there something wrong with that!! ”

Luan Tian's heart was full of incomprehension, and his emotions couldn't help but fluctuate a little, and he blurted out:

"What kind of chore is this?!"

"Let you do it, you just follow it, where is so much nonsense!"

Bald Er's tone was not good, he turned around, walked to his stone house with his hands in his hand, and after taking a few steps, he muttered:

"What the fuck do I know what a chore this is?! That's how the big brother arranged it! ”

Since it's a chore, everything you do is done, it doesn't matter. Luan Tian quickly calmed down and walked towards the stone house that Bald Er was referring to.

The stone house is very simple, and the entire stone house is built with local materials, and the walls are made of Qingyun Mountain stone. There was only one small bed in the room, and nothing else.

Luan Tian didn't feel anything, he had been living a hard life since he was a child, and he basically had no requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Starting the next day, Luan Tian began to carry water from the pool at the bottom of the mountain according to Bald Er's arrangement, filling two large wooden barrels each time, and dumping it in the lake in the back mountain.

After all, his body was thin, and at first, it was difficult to carry two large wooden barrels full of water at a time. This distance is not too close, to go to the waterhole under the mountain, you need to detour to the sect of the Qingyun Sect, fill it with water, and then go around the back mountain of the sect and pour it into the lake.

In the first few days, after Luan Tian finished lifting a hundred buckets of water, he was already tired like a prostration, his body fell apart, and his hands were full of blood blisters. Go back and hastily stuff a few mouthfuls of food, and fall asleep.

The doubts in his heart have always existed, and it seems that not every disciple who has entered the sect needs to do chores. At the very least, he didn't see any trace of the bolt pillar, and later he learned that after the bolt pillar entered the sect, he was directly assigned to the East Peak and practiced spells under Li Ning.

It is estimated that it is because of the physique of the god of war, after mentioning it for about a month, Luan Tian feels that the weight of two buckets of water is no longer nothing, and he can even run quickly with two buckets of water in his hand, and the number of buckets of water he carries every day is more than a hundred buckets.

In the blink of an eye, more than nine months have passed.

During this period, Ziyi came to visit Luan Tian every once in a while. That Li Ning, naturally, is also a ghost, and he often comes when he has nothing to do. A few times, he would secretly pull Bald Er aside and whisper his head down, and then stuff Bald Er with something.

The next day, Bald Er's attitude towards Luan Tian will be much more blunt. However, after a day or two, Ziyi would come to Luan Tian again, and he would also speak to Bald Er intentionally or unintentionally.

Ziyi's fiery temper and bald two are well aware, so his attitude towards Luan Tian has changed for the better. Slowly getting used to it, Luan Tian didn't pay any attention to these things. Let him go, and his attitude will not affect his daily regular work.

In order to avoid some rumors, Ziyi meditates and cultivates by the waterhole at the bottom of the mountain every time, and from time to time he glances at Luan Tian, who is busy up and down the mountain, and a shallow smile appears on his face.

As Luan Tian became more and more relaxed to carry a hundred buckets of water every day, Ziyi often called him to sit down next to her and rest for a while. The rules of the Qingyun Sect allow disciples to learn from each other at will, but it is strictly forbidden for disciples to teach exercises privately.

So, whenever Luan Tian sat beside him, Zi Yi deliberately recited the mantra aloud while cultivating. Soon, Luan Tian learned some basic methods of meditation and practice.

The two figures, a man and a woman, are often together by this pool, and many Qingyun Sect disciples see it in their eyes, but they don't care, it is common for monks to form Taoist couples, and the identity and temper of Ziyi are even more difficult for them to discuss at will.

However, there is one person who gradually regards Luan Tian as a thorn in his side, it is Li Ning. He often stood on top of the rocks secretly, looking at Ziyi and Luan Tian's cheerful appearance from a distance, and the occasional laughter was like a needle piercing his chest. Every time he looked at Luan Tian, the viciousness and murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

In a few days, Luan Tian will carry water for ten months. In ten months, he had changed a lot: his thin body was no longer thin, but lean. The muscles of his body had turned into lumps of raised flesh, and at a glance he could see the blue blood vessels on his arms, like small snakes swimming on his arms.

With the sturdiness of his figure, Luan Tian looked a lot more mature, and a faint fluff appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he was already a handsome young man.

At the same time, because of his hard work, his mountain-shaking fist has also been cultivated to the extreme, and he has also practiced the meditation cultivation methods he learned from Ziyi very solidly.

For ten months, he had come down almost every night to see the nightjars, who had grown up and were ready to go out in search of food.

The female nighthawk seems to be quite influential among the birds of Qingyun Mountain, as it gets closer and closer to Luan Tian, whenever Luan Tian lifts water, the female nighthawk hisses, it will attract hundreds of nighthawks, flying and circling in the sky above Luan Tian's head, the scene is very spectacular.

On a moonlit and starry night, Luan Tianpan sat on his small bed, the silver moonlight shining in through the small window, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

"Tomorrow will be the day of the whole ten months of initiation・・・・・・

He waited patiently for ten days before he could enter the sect, and he carried water for another ten months. Ten days, so long, ten months, fleeting. Luan Tian always felt that after ten months, something would happen.