Chapter 0003: Transmission of Power
After hearing what Li Chengkong said, the three of them shook their heads in disapproval.
The fair-skinned young man smiled and said, "Forget it. It's already like this. It's too late to say anything now. We can't change it anymore."
"If he wants to be lazy and slack off, just scold him to death!" The burly young man said coldly, "Indulge his bad habits!"
"You can scold me, but don't use violence." The heroic young man sitting opposite him said, "If you use violence, you will be punished. The rules of the Xiaoling Mausoleum are quite loose, and the most important rule is not to use violence... If you use violence, you will be whipped. It's not an ordinary whip. One whip will make you shit and piss , and you will feel worse than death. That feeling..."
He showed a lingering fear.
Li Chengkong could tell from the smiling faces of the fair-skinned young man and the burly and strong young man that the heroic young man had tasted this flavor himself.
"And you have to complete the mission."
"If you can't finish it, you'll have to clean the toilet for a year!"
Li Chengkong did not expect them to be so friendly, which changed his original impression that eunuchs were vicious and extreme.
While he was talking to them, he looked around secretly.
In the past, people always believed that eunuchs were not only vicious in mind, but also as fragile as women. Insufficient yang energy meant insufficient strength and a slender body.
Now I know I was totally wrong.
Hu Yunshi, with his cold face and stern words, is like an iron tower, giving people a strong sense of oppression just when he sits there.
Sun Guiwu, who played chess with him, was also tall and strong, and looked very heroic.
Even though Song Minghua is thin and fair, he possesses great power like a cheetah.
They all obviously have martial arts skills.
After talking for a while, they lay on the couch and began to sit cross-legged in meditation. Their long, deep breathing could be heard clearly.
Li Chengkong didn't know martial arts, so he could only lie on the couch. He was too tired to fall asleep and tossed and turned.
This day seemed like a dream. Now when I think about it carefully, that dreamlike feeling has slowly faded away, as if a hazy white veil was pulled away, and everything has become clear and real.
I really have become an unlucky little eunuch!
The joy of being alive again slowly faded away, and many distracting thoughts came to my mind.
How is my daughter Xiaowei doing now? Does she miss me? Is she sad to know that her father died in danger?
As for the ex-wife, I'm afraid she will just clap her hands and cheer without shedding a single tear!
Thinking of how adorable his daughter was when she smiled and that he would never see her again, he felt extremely sad.
The moonlight fell on the bed, making him feel even lonelier.
He tossed and turned, becoming increasingly unable to sleep, so he got up, dressed, and planned to go outside to relieve himself.
"Don't go out!" Song Minghua, who was sitting cross-legged like a clay statue, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed like two cold lightnings, and the room became bright.
Li Chengkong was secretly startled.
Could this be internal strength? Song Minghua must have a very high level of cultivation to be able to do this, right?
"If you are not afraid of death, get out!" Hu Yunshi still closed his eyes.
Sun Guiwu opened his eyes, his gaze brightened up the room again, and he lowered his voice: "There's a ghost outside."
Li Chengkong's expression changed slightly.
He originally didn't believe in ghosts, but since he could come back to life from the dead, why couldn't there be ghosts?
"There is a urinal under your bed." Song Minghua said, "Hauntings only happen at night, not during the day."
Sun Guiwu laughed and said, "Look how scared you are!"
Song Minghua also smiled.
Li Chengkong could only hold back the strange feeling and urinate in the pot. He secretly thanked his lucky stars that he could urinate normally, not dripping and dirty as the legend said, and there was no bad smell on his body.
After the great pleasure, he fell asleep unknowingly.
The next day, he gritted his teeth and got up. Every part of his body was in pain. He ate the meal sent by the kitchen and continued to go to the vegetable garden.
He gritted his teeth with every step he took, and when he slowly moved to the vegetable field like a zombie, Old Wang was already waiting there.
A new log pile with a diameter of one meter appeared at the edge of the field.
On the table was a red clay tea stove and two snow-porcelain tea cups, which were slightly purple in red and flawless in white. One could tell at a glance that they were of great value.
All the eunuchs who came to Xiaoling to grow vegetables were eunuchs, but some of them were big and some were small, and some had once been very powerful. Old Wang was obviously not an ordinary eunuch.
Old Wang invited him to sit down and drink tea, chat about everything under the sun, and tell him some interesting stories, which broadened Li Chengkong's horizons.
After drinking tea and chatting, when it was time to work, Old Wang was as lazy as he was yesterday. He was out of breath after working for a few steps. He worked for a short while and then rested for a long time, working for one hour and then resting for three hours.
Li Chengkong just focused on his own work. Before Old Wang reached the end of the digging, he had already completed one round.
He adjusted his mentality, thinking that it was just his job, and Old Wang was just there to entertain him.
When they sat together for lunch at noon, Li Chengkong asked about the ghost story.
"It's not a haunted place, it's a sneak attack by a demon master! Humph, the demons have been getting more and more rampant recently!"
"Magic Way?"
"Chengkong, you don't know about the magic way? Then you must know about the three religions and four sects, right?...Oh, I don't know either. Never mind. It doesn't matter to us anyway. Let me tell you, Chengkong, martial arts are a disaster. Don't practice martial arts if you can avoid it!"
"Practicing martial arts can at least strengthen your body."
"Hey, human nature is greedy. You first want to strengthen your body, then you want to be a hero, then you want to be proud, and then you want to dominate the martial arts world! ... As the saying goes, if you carry a sharp blade, you will naturally have the desire to kill. Martial arts are a sharp blade. If you practice it, it will definitely not help! If I didn't know martial arts in the first place, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
Li Chengkong smiled.
It’s like telling people who have no money that money is a bastard and not a good thing. Don’t be blinded by money and don’t just think about making money.
"Listen to me, Chengkong, and never practice martial arts. You are fine now!"
Li Chengkong continued to smile politely.
He lived to be forty years old and realized the most important truth, which is not to refute others directly, but to agree with them even if you disagree, and then take a roundabout way.
"Are you afraid that you will be bullied if you don't practice martial arts? Don't worry, fighting is not allowed in Xiaoling Mausoleum. Anyone who dares to fight will be whipped. If someone is injured, not only will he be beaten half to death, but he will also have to do twice or even several times the work."
Li Chengkong already understood what he meant. It was absolutely impossible for him to teach him martial arts.
He calmly changed the subject and asked about the Xiaoling Mausoleum, who were the powerful figures, and what should be paid attention to.
In the following nights, he felt that the atmosphere in the yard was becoming more and more depressing, and he heard that two people were killed at night.
It is said that he was taken away by a ghost and his whereabouts are unknown.
He never mentioned martial arts training in front of Old Wang. He only focused on improving the efficiency of his movements and studying how to exert force more effectively and with less effort.
He understood very clearly that Old Wang and he were just partners in growing vegetables, they were neither relatives nor friends. Why would Old Wang teach him martial arts?
Friendship needs to be cultivated slowly. Although he was eager to practice martial arts right away, he remained patient and planned to wait for a year. During this year, he would not mention martial arts at all.
You can't hang yourself on a tree, think of other ways.
He found that as he continued to extrapolate his movements, his ability to control his body became stronger and more precise.
He can now control every muscle in his body, making his movements harmonious and smooth. His body is getting stronger and stronger, and his strength is more than twice what it was ten days ago.
That evening, when Song Minghua was getting on the couch and preparing to meditate, he inadvertently said, "Old Li, do you want to practice?"
"Yes, of course." Li Chengkong answered without hesitation while sitting cross-legged on the couch.
He found that a special sitting posture could speed up recovery from fatigue, and it was better to sit for an hour and then lie down to sleep.
"I can't teach you any profound mental skills." Song Minghua said, "I can only teach you the most basic breathing techniques, which any martial artist can learn."
"That's great!" Li Chengkong nodded quickly.
Hu Yunshi said coldly: "Why waste your time? It's useless to learn it."
Song Minghua said: "I think Lao Li has a calm and resolute character, maybe he can get in."
"It's a waste of effort!" Hu Yunshi snorted.
Li Chengkong wanted to kick Hu Yunshi out.
He remained calm, showing only curiosity, as if wondering why Hu Yunshi said that.
"Old Li, it's really too late for you to start practicing martial arts." Sun Guiwu said with sympathy, "The foundation-building age for martial arts practice is between five and ten years old. While the innate energy in the body has not dissipated and the mind is pure, you can quickly gain energy. After the age of ten, the innate energy is almost dispersed, and the mind is also mixed. Practicing martial arts again is like boiling an empty pot. No matter how hard you try, there is no energy. It is really a waste of effort."
"Is there no hope at all?"
"For those with a strong will, there is still a glimmer of hope."
"Then I'll try it." Li Chengkong said.
"Okay, then I'll pass it on to you..." Song Minghua said.
Hu Yunshi and Sun Guiwu both shook their heads.
The so-called strong will is not something that a normal person can achieve. No matter how you look at it, Li Chengkong has no chance.
