Chapter 5 Qing Yun Residence (1) Huaxia Book Library Network

  "Wukong, Bajie, when you first came here, did you also build your own houses?"

  "Hey, could you stop calling me 'younger brother'...?"

  "Right, right... this is really... um, doesn't sound very good..."

  "Hmm? No, those are all titles for gods. You're not satisfied with the titles of gods? Let me think again, see if there's a better name..."

  "Whatever, just forget it, you like it, then just call it that."

  “…….”

  "Oh, I see. Actually, I think this name is quite good too. This way, when I tell jokes, you guys will feel more familiar with it, right? Hey, you haven't answered my question yet."

  “………”

  Behind Wuyun Peak, in a dense bamboo forest, three small figures were dancing with their hatchets, striking at the thick bamboo stalks with all their might.

  After passing Tong Yuan's entrance interview, the next day, Liu Zhang, who had just started his apprenticeship, welcomed his first test - building a house by himself.

  "You have weak limbs, floating gas and virtual steps. If you want to practice martial arts, you should first temper your bones and muscles, and work hard to build up your strength. As there are no spare rooms on the mountain now, you can go to the back of the mountain to cut bamboo and build a hut for yourself. After the bamboo house is built, we'll talk about other things."

  On that day, Tong Yuan instructed Liu Zhang in a light tone. After finishing, he paused for a moment and added: "Oh, before the house is built, you will still rest under the eaves of my room. Although it's a bit cold at night, fortunately, my eaves are wide enough to block some dew and mist. It's bitter, but jade must be carved to become a useful vessel, do you understand?"

  Got it! Fucking got it!

  Liu Zhang responded calmly and respectfully, but in his heart he had already started gritting his teeth, wishing he could push this old man down, kill him then rape him, rape him then kill him, kill him then rape him again...

  Good grief, I'm only a few years older than you! Ten years old! You want a ten-year-old kid to cut bamboo, drag it back from far away, and then build a house by himself? Are you Huang Shiren or Zhou Bo? Liu Zhang's internal monologue echoed in his belly.

  Even Huang Shiren and Zhou Papi weren't as cruel as you! At least they provided a cowshed for the long workers to live in. This is great, sleeping directly under the eaves. Can it even block the rain and fog? It's slightly cold at night? Is that what you call "slightly" cold?!

  Thinking back to the previous night, that wind like a mountain wind trying to seep into his bones, Liu Zhang's face turned pale. If it wasn't for the old man getting up in the middle of the night, apologetically saying he forgot to teach him some tricks to resist the cold wind, and then lightly teaching him a few breathing methods, and throwing him a quilt made of two layers of thin animal hide sewn together, Liu Zhang was quite skeptical, wondering if he would turn into a zombie by the next morning, which was really questionable.

  The sun that had been rising finally rose, casting its warmth over the world. Liu Zhang rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, finally coming back to life. He then dragged out a large axe, half as tall as himself, and began his great house-building endeavor.

  On the first day, he was busy for a whole day and only cut down five big bamboos. Not for anything else, one is that the machete was really too heavy, and the child was only ten years old! The second reason is that those ghostly bamboo shoots were really abnormally hard...

  With one slash, there was only an additional white mark, Liu Zhang's eyes widened in shock.