I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 27 Core Disciple?

Huoda walked into the inner courtyard, stood quietly outside a large house, and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in!"

The voice of Monk Liu came from inside.

Huo Da pushed the door open and saw Monk Liu's short and fat body crammed into an armchair, holding an account book in one hand and clacking away on an abacus with the other.

"What are you doing?"

Monk Liu didn't even raise his head, still concentrating on calculating the accounts, his tone a little impatient.

Having followed Monk Liu for many years, Huo Da instantly understood that Monk Liu was in a bad mood, so he said cautiously:
"Master, I want to report on the registered disciples..."

"What important matter do you have to bother me now, my registered disciple? I am already too busy to handle everything!"

Monk Liu rolled his eyes, but still suppressed his impatience and gave his eldest disciple some face:
"Tell me, tell me."

Huoda lowered her head:
"It's like this. Didn't Xie Yuan have decent talent and wanted to become a core disciple? He came to the martial arts hall today. I took a look at his progress and found that he had made some breakthroughs, which was beyond my expectations. I think..."

"You can think whatever you want!"

Monk Liu was using an abacus while pricked up one ear, listening absentmindedly. His brows furrowed more and more, and he could not help interrupting:

"Are you going to take him in as a core disciple again?"

"Uh, yes..."

"Dumbhead! Dumbhead indeed!"

Monk Liu slapped the table, and finally raised his head and looked at his eldest disciple:
"Do you know how much money it costs to train a core disciple?

“It’ll cost a hundred taels!
"Don't you know what the martial arts school is like now? Wang Heihu and Fang Laogui are going to shit on me! These two bastards have teamed up to cut off our source of students and drive us out of Panlong Town so that they can monopolize the market!

"The martial arts school is in great need of money right now, and yet you told me you want to recruit core disciples? Do you think I don't want to? I want to recruit all of them as core disciples, make the martial arts school bigger, and go to those two schools to show off my power! I don't want to? I just don't have the money!"

He almost pointed a fat, short finger at Hoda's nose:
"You never think about the martial arts school. You only care about training, eating and spending money. How can you be the eldest disciple? The martial arts school will fail if it is left to you!"

Huoda was scolded so badly that his shoulders drooped.

After Monk Liu had vented his anger, he tilted his head back and gulped down a cup of tea. Only when he watched Huoda skillfully fill it up did he calm down a little.

But he still said unhappily:

"Get out! Don't bother me while I settle my score!"

"Yes, Master..."

Hoda backed out the door, closed it behind him, turned around and sighed.

"You said you wanted to recruit a new talent, but the situation of the martial arts school is...

"Forget it. After all, Junior Brother Xie is not a genius who can help the martial arts school change its fate. It can only be said that we are not destined to be together."

He walked towards the martial arts arena outside again. Before he got there, he suddenly heard the noise suddenly quiet down. He couldn't help but wonder:
"Why is it so quiet all of a sudden? Wasn't it so noisy just now? Suddenly it's like everyone is being strangled?"

Hoda quickened his pace and turned around the corridor, just in time to see two people in the field, one standing and one lying.

Xie Yuan stood up and Xu Yang lay down.

Huo Da's head was full of question marks. He pulled over a disciple next to him and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on?"

The disciple came to his senses and saw that it was Huo Da, and hurriedly said respectfully:

"Big Brother! Just now, Brother Xu Yang and Xie Yuan wanted to, want that, to spar with each other..."

Huo Da frowned when he heard this and couldn't help but scold:
"Nonsense! Junior Brother Xie has just achieved a breakthrough, how long has Xu Yang been doing this? What is there to spar over?"

He also knew Xu Yang's character. He would always seek out disciples with lower levels than him to spar with, bullying the weak to prove himself. Even if there were disciples with similar or higher skills than him, due to his background, they would rather give in and avoid trouble.

In fact, Xu Yang's level is very average and his foundation is superficial, and the nickname of medicine jar is not a random name; but others dare not argue with him, which makes him more arrogant and look down on others.

Huo Da was quite displeased, but his master had specifically reminded him several times that Xu Yang was now the God of Wealth in the sect and they had to keep him, so he could only turn a blind eye.

But bullying a disciple who had just made a breakthrough, and a disciple he was quite optimistic about, was too much!

Huo Da was about to say something else when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, the fight is over, why is Junior Brother Xie standing while Xu Yang is lying on the ground?

His eyes narrowed, an absurd thought came to his mind, and then he couldn't help but ask an absurd question:

"Then who won?"

Then he got a ridiculous answer:

"Xie Yuan." What?
How can this be?

Hoda's mouth dropped open.

Xie Yuan had just broken through, and Xu Yang was about to break through the second level, and then... Xie Yuan defeated Xu Yang?

Even though he is a weakling, the gap in hard power is there.

But the performance of everyone present confirmed this answer.

Huoda still couldn't believe it and couldn't help but confirm again:

"really?"

"It's absolutely true. And it only took one move."

one move?
Huo Da had a dazed look on his face and stood there for a long while.

Suddenly, without saying a word, he turned around and walked away, heading towards the inner courtyard again.

Today, Master must accept me as this core disciple!

In the middle of the field, Xie Yuan shook his wrist amidst the silent gaze and prepared to leave.

He has no time to fool around here, he has to go home and chop wood.

"Fuck, Brother Xie, why are you so fierce?"

Tao Jie Lin followed, shouting excitedly.

"It's OK. Brother Tao, thank you for the compliment."

"You broke through so quickly? How come you can beat me up right after you broke through? We both broke through, why am I the one getting beaten up?
"How did you do that? That's amazing!"

Tao Jie Lin is like a fanboy, and he won't listen to anything you say.

This one...

Xie Yuan thought for a moment and said seriously:

"It's nothing. It mainly depends on my sweat and unremitting efforts."

"Cow wow!"

After Xie Yuan left, everyone in the martial arts arena looked at each other, gradually began to discuss quietly, and then the voices became louder and louder.

After Xu Yang was helped up by his followers, the discussions quieted down for a while until he left with his head lowered, then the discussions broke out again.

But Xu Yang had just turned around the corridor, how could he not hear such a noise? However, the other disciples had long been angry with him but dared not say anything. Taking this opportunity, they deliberately laughed even louder, which was extremely irritating to Xu Yang's ears.

His face was so dark that water could drip out of it, and the younger brothers around him didn't dare to breathe, for fear of bringing bad luck upon themselves.

"Xie Yuan..."

Xu Yang clenched his fists tightly and his eyes turned red.

……

Xie Yuan returned home and while chopping wood in the yard, he thought:

"Boss Wan was generous and gave me an extra ounce. But after exchanging it for medicine and food, there wasn't much left... It's my fault for eating too much. No, it's my fault for wasting energy on martial arts training!
"Tomorrow we have to go to the forest again to look for a lucky tree that can live a good life in the city. The yellow nan tree is a good one.

"Oh, speaking of which, this yellow nan tree earned Mr. Xu's money, and in return for the progress I made, I beat up his son...

"After beating up Xu Yang, he might want to take revenge later. But there are so many people eyeing me, who does he think he is? He can't beat me now, let alone in the future.

"But just in case, you still have to practice kung fu more and don't slack off. Use both health-preserving kung fu and iron shirt. If you can break through one of them, at least you won't be afraid of anyone before the warriors."

The next morning, Xie Yuan wrapped himself in cotton clothes and walked into the forest.

As his strength grew, his pace became faster, and by the time he reached the large woods, it was almost noon.

"The air here is so fresh! It even has a fragrant smell."

Xie Yuan took a deep breath, refreshed himself, and prepared to practice his kung fu under the tree to warm up.

He was only halfway through the Iron Shirt Pole Technique when he started to lose focus:

“Why does the air here smell so good today…

"It's too fragrant. It's not this strong usually..."

He sniffed, looking for the source of the fragrance, when he suddenly cried out "Ouch".

A dark green fruit fell from the tree canopy and hit Xie Yuan right on the head.

(End of this chapter)