When the light is not opened, the time is bright.

At the beginning of the hour, the sky is already bright, but the clouds and mist on the top of Wufeng Mountain are tightly dispersed, and a big mansion with blue tiles and gray walls on the top of the mountain is also like an independent immortal mansion left behind, which only adds a little ethereal.

Near, a bare tree trunk stood in front of everyone's eyes, the thick trunk around it was cut off at the waist, the black burning marks of friends at the gap, the trunk toughness is excellent is the larch transplanted from the north, the cold hardy roots are deep, it can be cut in half by such a huge force, how did the burning come about?

The first person to climb the top of Wufeng Mountain was Ding Pei, half an hour faster than the other five. When Zhao Keming announced that Ding Pei would be everyone's senior sister in the future, no one was not convinced, along the way, he didn't say a word of superfluity, he lowered his head and silently climbed the stairs, such perseverance is worthy of admiration, and such a woman has such perseverance worthy of respect.

Zhao Lin, Zhong Bao, Lei Hat, Shen Yao, and Li Yuanqing climbed to the top of the mountain in turn, and the six of them stood in front of Zhao Keming respectfully.

"Toughness is the foundation of the iron sword method, and it is also the only way to succeed in martial arts, toughness is the perseverance of willpower, is the indomitable and eternal heart, is the tenacity and continuous physical and artistic moves, the will is the first, perseverance, in order to bring the great power of martial arts to the extreme, I hope you remember!" Zhao Keming's voice was full of emotion, and he secretly carried a bit of internal strength, and the sound wave pierced the eardrums, and the shock was unbearable, and a string of aftersounds seemed to be engraved in his mind.

"The disciple kept it in mind. The six agreed in unison.

Zhao Keming asked, "Do you know why this larch in front of you looks like this?"

The six of them shook their heads one after another, looking relieved.

"Since the establishment of the Iron Sword Gate sect forty years ago, this larch is here, when the larch grows to five zhang, suddenly in the summer sleet, a vicious thunder will chop it down, just like now, but then every three years the larch will grow one zhang taller, and in the summer it will be split down another zhang, and the cycle will start again, and it is still like this now, this is the resilience, the struggle is only defeated, but giving up is death and disappearing. Zhao Keming said carefully, looking like he was seductive.

Everyone looked at the old tree in front of them again, there was no previous decay, full of respect, this is a respect for the unyielding struggle, even if it is just an old tree without any consciousness, it is also worthy of respect.

"Okay, the assessment of this class, you all passed, but only Ding Pei won, in the future, you will respect Ding Pei until you can surpass or even defeat her, otherwise everything will be respected by the strong, in this half a year, there is only one rule of your game - survival of the fittest. Zhao Keming said that he was extraordinarily serious, especially the tone of the last four words became heavy and heavy.

"That's all for today, and then Ah Fu will arrange a room for you, and enjoy the meal that Ah Fu has prepared for you, and there will be no such delicious meals and comfortable times in the future, except for the defeat and exit or the victory of walking out of the mountain gate. Zhao Keming laughed out loud slyly, as if he remembered an extremely funny thing.

The mansion is not big, sit in the north and open the door to the south, the pattern is square and square, the left and right sides of the east and west two wings, the north is in the middle is the living room study. There are five rooms in the east wing, which are named after the five elements, Zhao Keming lives in the Golden Sales Pavilion, Fu Bo and Aunt Fu live in the Tuzang Pavilion, and there are three empty Ximu Pavilions, Dongchuan Pavilions, and Blazing Yuan Pavilions. There are 12 rooms in the west wing, with the name of the 12 earthly branches, Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai.

Ding Pei is Zhao Keming Zhengxuan's senior sister, and she lived in the Zirat Pavilion without permission, but the remaining five people did not stay in the room in order of the seniors and youngsters, especially the ugly cow, the rooster, and the pig were not cared for.

Zhao Lin is the second senior brother, but he chose Chenlong Pavilion, Zhong Bao stayed in Yinhu Pavilion, Lei Hate chose Snake Pavilion, Shen Yao originally happily lived in Maotu Pavilion, but because he was too close to Yinhu Pavilion, he hatefully lived in Weiyang Pavilion, Li Yuanqing was the last to enter the West Wing, all the way silently to Wuma Pavilion, nothing else, just because Li Yuanqing is a horse, of course, there is a reason to quietly stay in his heart, closer to Shen Yao, but this thought buried in his heart is unknown, let alone known.

At three o'clock, it was almost dusk, Li Yuanqing stayed alone in the room, casually pushed open the window, and happened to look at the low mountain in the distance, the top of the mountain was mottled and the rocks were broken. When you want to be at the bottom of the mountain, the hill is enough to look up, and at this moment, at the top of the peak of Qianzhang, it turns out that the look up is just a dilapidated rock, which is not worth looking up at at at all.

People are always climbing, away from the once flat land, gradually climbing farther and farther away, alone, I don't know if the parents who are still on the flat ground are good, whether they are still enduring the humiliation, enduring the expectation. Thinking of home and his parents, the hatred in Li Yuanqing's heart rose spontaneously, and he secretly told himself that only by insisting on climbing and standing above tens of thousands of people could he step back to the flat ground from a high place, step on those unjust thorns, and recover what he lost, maybe dignity or time that can never be recovered.

"Knock, knock, knock!" This is not a twilight drum, it is a rice bell, and Fauber is shaking the bell next to the living room due north.

The dining room is not large, with two square tables, the square table is three feet long and three feet wide, with four three-foot benches, which are spacious for one person and slightly crowded for two. Zhao Keming sat on the upper seat of a table against the wall in the hall, Fu Bo and Aunt Fu sat on both sides, an empty seat, and the table in front of Zhao Keming was full of sumptuous dinners, braised and steamed, stewed, thirteen delicacies.

A square table at the door was filled with only six dishes, a mapo tofu, a fried shredded potatoes, a fried baby greens, a fried red beans, a scrambled egg with tomatoes, and a fish-flavored shredded pork. There is only one dish of shredded meat and fish-flavored pork, which is only the name of the dish, but it is actually a steamed pickle carved out of the shape of fish scales with a vegetarian eggplant knife.

Ding Pei, Zhao Lin, Zhong Bao, Shen Yao, and Lei Ha were all stunned in place, looking ignorant, but they were angry in their hearts. Only Li Yuanqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, because mapo tofu is his mother's favorite stir-fried dish.

"Listen to me first, from today on, your diet and daily life will be taken care of by Fu Bo and Aunt Fu, and I will personally teach you martial arts, no one without any conditions, must completely obey my arrangement, otherwise there is only one way down the mountain. Zhao Keming's face was full of smiles and said lightly.

"Master, the disciples naturally have to respect the master's orders when learning art, even if they go up and down the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot, they will never dare to have a disobedient heart, but the art is hard, if you eat these green vegetables and tofu every day, how can you have the strength to concentrate on learning art?" Zhong Bao's tone was very respectful, but his words were full of dissatisfaction, and he even cursed a few words in his heart.

"Zhong Bao, I'm not Zhong Ming, nor your father, don't bring the set in your house, so I won't hold you like a little ancestor, now there is only a master and apprentice, there is no place for you to bargain in the door, everyone eats according to their ability. Zhao Keming was even more polite, saying that Zhong Bao's face was pale, gritting his teeth but not daring to move.