Early the next morning, Murong Yu, who was standing next to Han Lin, looked at the weasel, his face was not good, and he was silent. He heard Han Lin tell him last night that his performance in the recent period had caused strong dissatisfaction among the weasels. But at this time, he still didn't care. When the weasel saw this face that did not enter the oil and salt, his heart was even more angry, his eyebrows were raised, and he sneered: "Boy, from tomorrow onwards, your job is to carry water, and you are responsible for the ten major tanks in the kitchen, understand? If it doesn't work for seven days in a row, and it affects the water in the kitchen, then be careful, and I will tell the elders and expel you from the Qingxu Gate. ”

At last, he glanced at everyone, and saw that no one dared to look him in the eye except Wang Shi, so he felt majestic, touched his nose, spat out, and said, "When you were in the workshop, you must have done a lot of these chores." Why did we become a son-in-law as soon as we came to Qingxumen?"

Murong Yu's background was also spread by well-intentioned people, and the weasel's words made several people who were already incompatible with Murong Yu laugh. The brothers all learned that this person just had a workshop in the market at home, a native old hat, and he dared to pretend to be a boy if he was born with a good skin. Dare to act like this, everyone laughs in their hearts, just waiting to see the excitement.

That Wang Shi was even more annoyed. This Murong Yu was born in a small casual cultivation family, what is it, and he dares to deal with himself. Don't look at them coming in one batch. The relationship between the two of them is the worst - there is naturally Han Lin's impetus in this. What kind of person is he Wang Shi, he is a real son, he is the treasure of everyone in the family, and he is afraid of melting when he is held in the palm of his hand by the grandmother of the Jindan period, and he wants anything. After arriving at Qingxumen, what is the name of the life all of a sudden, although there are still three or five people around, but it is still not as good as before. It is often compared with Murong Yu. Now that I think of it, I am simply condescending to compare myself with a person of such status.

Hearing Huang Shulang's words to suppress himself, Murong Yu didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. He was young and vigorous, and he had always been the "tall man" among the more than ten people, and he had a sense of superiority, and he was afraid of being looked down upon by his peers, so he contradicted and said: "Carry water, pick up water!" "He was also assigned to do a lot of chores before. However, at that time, the weasel couldn't figure out the details and didn't dare to make a bad move, so it was arranged relatively easily, and at the same time, with Han Lin's help, he thought that this time it was just a little difficult.

Before dawn on the second day, Murong Yu got up from the bed. When he changed his clothes and walked to the back kitchen to see the size of the tanks, he realized the seriousness of the matter. With such a large vat, he can't beat five barrels without rest for a day.

The weasel heard the sound, pushed open the door and walked in, squinted at Murong Yu, and said in a strange tone: "It's still punctual, go in and get a bucket, go out along the east gate, there is a spring in the mountains, go there to fetch water." ”

After saying that, he ignored it, chose a sunny seat, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began his daily cultivation - cultivation was not boring for the monk, but a very comfortable process. The weasel slowly exhaled at the sunrise, absorbing the so-called purple qi, and a faint trace of white qi emanated from his nose, tumbling like two white dragons.

Murong Yu smiled bitterly, picked up two buckets, and walked towards the east gate according to the weasel's instructions. The words are all released, and if you can't do it, it's over. It wasn't until the weight of the bucket fell heavily on his shoulders that he realized that he actually had nothing to rely on, and the weasel clearly wanted to fix him, but there was no one around to help him. He also has no way to fight it.

For a day, he went back and forth, like a marionette, with only three cylinders, and when night came, he lay on the bed, his legs and arms were sore, and the pain was unbearable.

Han Lin, who had already finished his chores, came over, sat on the small stool next to the bed, looked at him with concern and said, "That weasel is really not a good person, he actually arranged for you to do this job." It took you a day to build three cylinders today, but you have to use two or three cylinders of water this day, what can you do? ”

Murong Yu only felt that his back hurt, his shoulders hurt, his legs hurt, and he couldn't speak. Hearing Lin Ke's words, he was even more uncomfortable, and he couldn't hold back his tears for a while. Although his family only runs a small workshop, he can rely on his own craftsmanship and his business has been good. The economy has always been relatively well-off, otherwise where would he get the money to do this.

"How have I ever endured all these hardships and done such work? ”

"You didn't fill up with water today. Huang Shulang said that the kitchen is not allowed to cook for you. Didn't you eat anything?" Seeing Murong Yu nodding tearfully, Han Lin only felt a secret feeling in his heart, but he still took out the sweet potato from his baggage, and then tore it into small strips to feed Murong Yu to eat, "You." It's just being strong. I still have some sweet potatoes here, I know you don't like them. But you haven't eaten anything today, and you have to work tomorrow, so you have to eat if you don't like it. ”

In Murong Yu's opinion, Bucktooth Boy Han Lin's movements at this time were extremely gentle, and his words were soft and warm to his heart. Murong Yu opened his mouth, and there were sweet sweet potato shreds in his mouth, and he was full of words. He was hungry for a day and tired for another day. At this time, I realized that sweet potatoes are really delicious.

"Han Lin is so good to himself. What a good guy. Suddenly, there was only one thought left in my mind. On weekdays, he was accustomed to Han Lin's care, but today he found out that the other party was different from each other. After feeding Murong Yu sweet potatoes, Han Lin also packed up his clothes, then put the bench away, and then went back to his bed to rest.

"You have to take care of yourself. I have all the sweet potatoes in my collection, and I don't have many of them. I don't know if I'll be able to get you food in the coming days. "Han Lin's current job is to chop wood, and he only needs to cut enough wood every day. He had done this work when he was a handyman. The days he spent chopping wood should add up to about three years, which can be said to be familiar with the road. In the end, Han Lin hated the iron and said with a grudge: "Hey, I have talked to you so much before, and you have taken it as the wind in your ears." Don't you know, don't you know that the weasels in the chores are notoriously bad at the stomach? Fuck, he doesn't even treat us like people!"

Murong Yu's whole body tingled, and when he heard these words, he saw the other party leaving, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but when he came to his mouth, his self-esteem made him shut up again.

For the rest of the day, every day. Every day he has to fetch three jars of water, but he can barely catch up with the speed of water.

The so-called adversity sees the truth. At this time, everyone saw Murong Yu's tragic situation and knew his details, so they naturally avoided it one after another, fearing that they would be dragged down by this disaster star and make the steward unhappy. Only Han Lin was still kind to him, secretly preparing food for him at night, sometimes pressing his shoulders to relieve fatigue, and encouraging him with words.

"As long as we persist for another half a year, when the retreat of the Elder Transmission Elders is over, and we have the exercises, we will be able to officially step into the spiritual world. When the time comes, it will be up to the cultivators. As long as you have cultivation and are more powerful than that weasel, you don't have to look at the weasel's face anymore. Look at the teachers and brothers and sisters in the outer gate, who cares about him. ”

But when he heard that there would be more than half a year to live, Murong Yu only felt that the sky was a bolt from the blue, and no matter how good his mood was, he disappeared completely.