Chapter 13 Immortal's Way

Time flies, and it is already July in the year of the 854th lunar calendar.

It has been ten months since [Iron Sword Gate] opened the door last time.

It's hot in July. It's not noon yet, and the temperature is already very high.

In the shade of the trees on both sides of the road, there are some miscellaneous disciples dressed in cyan servants. They can't stand the high temperature and all hide in the shade of the trees. Even the stewants who usually supervise their work have disappeared, and they don't know where to go to enjoy the cool.

"Hey! I heard that in another year, by August 15 next year, it will be the ten-year disciple of [Iron Sword Gate]. A round-faced handyman said.

"Then who doesn't know! I also know that for this big comparison, on November 15 this year, miscellaneous disciples will have a chance to promote foreign disciples. At that time, if they meet the requirements, they can be directly promoted to foreign disciples. A fan-eared disciple glanced at the round-faced disciple and said disdainfully.

Hearing the words "External Disciple", all the miscellaneous disciples next to him gathered around. For these miscellaneous disciples, such as "sectal comparison", "selecting elites" and so on are too far away from them. Only the words "extramen disciples" are more intimate and closer to them.

Being able to become "outer disciples" is the biggest dream of these miscellaneous disciples.

Fan Feng'er disciples looked at the eager look on the faces of these handymen' disciples, and couldn't help but be a little proud and pretended to say profoundly:

"Tell you, don't spread it around!" Seeing people nodding solemnly, he said mysteriously:

"When I was cleaning the martial arts arena, I accidentally heard a gossip between Deacon Fang and Deacon Zheng. They said that on November 15 this year, there will be a test among miscellaneous disciples. Any miscellaneous disciples who can meet the requirements will be directly promoted to outer disciples. At the same time, I will be able to participate in the sect meeting on August 15 next year.

Say this, Fan Feng'er deliberately paused, and people suddenly shouted:

"Hey! Hu Jun, you boy, you go on... What exactly is the requirement to be promoted to a disciple of the outer door?"

"Yes, say it...

"Quickly, you boy, you need to be beaten...

"Brother Hu Jun, tell me quickly, what are the requirements?"

Fan Feng's ear Hu Jun said unhurriedly, "Well, Deacon Zheng said that miscellaneous disciples should cultivate [the skin realm] and have the strength of 500 catties before they can be promoted to foreign disciples."

When he heard Hu Jun say the conditions for promoting foreign disciples, the faces of many handymen disciples suddenly stepped down.

"Ah! It's so high that I can't reach it...

"Yes, the power of 500 catties. I only have more than 180 catties now, which is far from the difference...

"[Renpijing] Ah, if you put it in our hometown, you can do it all...

"Yes, in this case, I'm afraid only Tang Dachu and Liu Xiangang may be promoted, and no one else can do it."

The disciples talked about it, hoping to give it to them, but it was blocked by the high threshold, and the lost mood spread in the crowd.

Just as people were talking about the fearful promotion threshold, a teenager wearing the same cyan chore's clothes appeared on the mountain road. The teenager walked in the scorching sun with a load of spring water on his shoulder.

"Look, that stupid boy Ding Yang is still carrying water.

" Even the stewer hid to enjoy the cool. This boy is still carrying water in such a poisonous sun. What a fool.

"Yes! Now take advantage of the cool, and you can have enough in the afternoon. Ding Yang is really a fool...

"Don't you know that there is something wrong with Dingyang's Dantian? Can't you practice and store true qi?"

"Really? How do you know?

"It was Deacon Cao who said it inadvertently. Ding Yang failed the last entry test. When Deacon Cao touched his bone, he found that Dingyang's Dantian was a little damaged."

"Ouch! Then Ding Yang can't practice, and he doesn't want to be a foreign disciple all his life..."

The teenager carrying water under the scorching sun is Ding Yang.

Ten months have passed, Ding Yang has grown nearly a head, and his face is much more mature. It may be because of the exposure to the scorching sun, and the skin color becomes dark and shiny.

The long hair on the head turned into a short hair of about two inches. The roots were upright, and the two eyes emitted two sharp eyes. The sweaty face was more distinct, showing a spirit of perseverance.

In such a hot weather, Ding Yang's sleeves and trouser legs were tightly wrapped, and they were not rolled up at all. The sweat was soaked through his clothes, and he couldn't find a dry place. The soaked clothes collapsed on his body, revealing a round outline at Ding Yang's wrist and calves.

Ding Yang carried the water, walked through the bluestone road exposed to the scorching sun, and came all the way to the kitchen yard.

Pouring the water into the water tank, Ding Yang casually picked up a big ladle next to him, scooped up a large ladle of water from the tank, and poured it into his stomach. Touching his mouth with his wet cuffs, Ding Yang put the pole and bucket on the wall, and then slowly left the kitchen yard.

Ding Yang turned around two intersections and came to a small forest. In the open space in the forest, there were several stones of different sizes scattered.

Ding Yang sat down on a stone first and sat for about a quarter of an hour. Ding Yang stood up, put his hands behind his back, squatted down and began to jump like a frog.

On one side of the open space, about 150 steps. When Ding Yang jumped to the fifth lap, his breath began to thicken, and the sweat on his head began to seep out again and rolled to the ground. Ding Yang adjusted his breathing rate and continued to jump forward.

His legs gradually became as heavy as lead. Every time he jumped, he had to mobilize the strength of his whole body. Ding Yang's eyes turned red, and he tried his best to make every jump to a sufficient height. His goal today is to jump ten laps.

He finally jumped enough for ten laps. Ding Yang's chest heaved violently, and there was a thick cry like a bellows in his chest. Instead of resting, he trotted around the open space with his heavy legs, and then stood in front of the large and small stones.

Ding Yang calmed his breath slightly, bent down and hugged the smaller bluestone with his hands. He snorted in his nose, and the 60 or 70 catties of blue stone was suddenly lifted over his head. The arm under the clothes was obviously bulging, and Ding Yang all relied on the strength of his body to lift the stone over his head.

Throwing this stone on the ground, Ding Yang raised another stone of about 100 catties, and then a stone of 150 catties, which was also lifted by Ding Yang.

Ding Yang came to the last big stone again. This big stone seemed to weigh two hundred and forty pounds. Ding Yang also lifted it several times before, and finally raised it to his chest and could no longer go up. Ding Yang looked at the stone, and sparks flashed in his eyes from time to time. He must lift the stone.

Ding Yang settled down, adjusted his breath, bent down, and fixed the two corners of the stone with both hands. The muscles of his two arms were fiercely tense. If it hadn't been covered by clothes, it could have been seen that Ding Yang's arms were twice as thick as when he first started, and they were much thicker in an instant, which was even thicker than an adult's arm. The blood vessels under the skin were bent like a snake.

Ah - Ding Yang shouted loudly. This huge stone rose from the ground and was suddenly mentioned to Ding Yang's front chest. The first few times he arrived here and had no spare strength to go up.

Ah - Ding Yang roared again. The muscles of his arms became thicker again, and a force suddenly gathered in his arms. His right leg bent down slightly, and then suddenly straightened up. With the help of his waist, his arm exerted strength again.

Call-

The stone finally came to the top of Ding Yang's head and was firmly framed by two arms in mid-air.

Poutong——

Ding Yang dropped the boulder, the ground trembled, and a smile appeared on Ding Yang's face. Finally, he succeeded, and he finally lifted the weight that he couldn't lift several times.

Ding Yang looked at the sun. It was past noon. He came out of the woods, went to the kitchen, took his own meal, and returned to his room. He has filled the water tank, today's work has been completed, and the afternoon time can be arranged freely.

After eating the food from the kitchen, Ding Yang felt that he was still very hungry, as if the four steamed buns and a bowl of stew had not entered his stomach at all. He pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, which contained a lot of oil paper bags.

Open one, and inside was a large piece of cooked beef, weighing two catties. Ding Yang picked up the cooked beef and nibbled it. After a while, he ate a large piece of cooked beef again.

After eating a large piece of beef, Ding Yang felt full. Just as he wanted to lie down, he suddenly remembered something and smiled bitterly, "Well! I forgot it again. Fortunately, I remembered it, otherwise I would have changed my bed again.

Ding Yang rolled up his sleeves, removed two ring-shaped things from his arm, and also removed two similar things from his calf and threw them in the corner.

With a bang.

It turned out to be a pair of arm pads and a pair of leg pads, but unlike ordinary arm pads and leg pads, the arm pads and leg pads removed from Ding Yang's body are actually made of steel.

Ding Yang took off another vest from his body. The waistcoat was surrounded by thick iron bars, which looked very heavy and scary.

If someone sees it, their eyes will definitely stare out. It's too scary. Ding Yang actually wore steel arms and leg guards, and an iron vest. He went back and forth 70 miles every day, carrying twelve loads of water, and also jumped ten times and raised more than 200 catties of stones.

Is this still a human?

Ding Yang lay in ** for about a quarter of an hour and got up. He put his iron vest, arm and leg guard on his body, came out of the room with a heavy load, trotted to the kitchen yard, picked up the pole and bucket, and went in the direction of the mountain spring.

When he came to the spring, Ding Yang did not stop, but continued to run into the mountain.

He ran about four or five miles in. Ding Yang came to a mountain depression. There was a small pool where water gathered from high in the mountains.

Ding Yang took out a big sword more than four feet long under a big bluestone by the pool. He held the sword in his chest. Suddenly, he shouted loudly and stabbed the sword forward, which was exactly a move of "fairy guiding the way"!