The demon continued to speak: "The water of my clear lake has the miraculous effect of removing impurities from the body. You have consumed all the water in the lake, and then you have reached the state of self-peeping. Of course you have to give me some compensation."
"This is all because of you!" Xiao He said angrily.
The madman didn't respond to him, he just raised his head and glanced coldly. Xiao He hurriedly continued: "Tell me how to compensate."
"You keep going south and over this mountain, you can see another high mountain, which is nearly a hundred feet higher than this mountain. Once you climb that mountain, you can see the source of this waterfall. Go there to fetch water, and then bring this clear lake to me. Fill it up!" Madman finished speaking calmly. Without waiting for Xiao He's reaction, he turned around and walked away. As he walked, he said, "The bucket has been prepared for you!"
Xiao He looked around and saw that there were indeed two buckets. There was another special feature about these two buckets, that is, they both had pointed bottoms. Xiao He had seen this kind of bucket before. Mortals also used this bucket when practicing basic skills to prevent the disciples from taking a rest midway. It's just that when ordinary people practice martial arts, they don't let their apprentices carry two buckets of water across mountains and ridges like this.
Xiao He knew he couldn't escape, so he smiled bitterly, and set off carrying two buckets of water. When carrying two empty buckets, Xiao He still felt light. With the experience of collecting dew, he was already familiar with the journey across the cold mountain.
Standing on the top of Hanshan Mountain and looking south, I saw another high mountain. Xiao He had this impression when he was collecting dew.
It's just that this mountain towers into the clouds. Looking from a distance, it has a mysterious feeling, which makes people a little intimidated. Helplessly, Xiao He carried two empty buckets and rushed towards the top of the unknown mountain.
Before that, every flight was carried by the demon, and he didn't find it difficult. However, since he started collecting dew and had to rely on himself for everything, Xiao He gradually felt that he was unable to do what he wanted. Just like this moment, Xiao He had to stop and rest when he was only halfway up the mountain.
If it weren't for the previous foundation building that has reached the level of self-preview, I don't know how long it will take to fly over these two mountains.
While Xiao He was thinking this, he rested for a moment and continued towards the top of the unknown mountain. Along the way, the sound of running water got closer and closer, and became clearer and clearer. When Xiao He reached the top of the mountain, he saw the source of the waterfall just as the devil said. Just standing on the shore, you can already feel the refreshing coolness. The breath of the lake spreads over the surface, making people feel peaceful. Xiao He quietly looked at the lake in front of him that was glowing blue under the sun, and felt that his body and mind They were much quieter, but he did not forget the purpose of his trip.
Xiao He carried two pointed-bottomed wooden buckets, filled two buckets of water slowly, and then immediately returned to the original route.
As he walked, Xiao He felt a wry smile in his heart. If it were his old self, he would show off his ingenuity and even fetch water from Hanshan Waterfall to fill Mingjing Lake on the way. However, after becoming the disciple of Mad Demon and starting to practice, Xiao He found that his body and mind were gradually changing. Just like me now, I don't know if the epilepsy paid attention to my cultivation process, but I still went to the source of the waterfall to fetch water.
The way back was not easy. Xiao He was unsteady when he was running. He was arrogant all the way. He wanted to stop and rest for a while, but he couldn't put down the two pointed-bottomed wooden buckets. So the first few times he went back, there was only one bucket left in each bucket. Less than half a bucket of water left.
Xiao He was worried. According to this speed, when can this clear lake with a radius of more than ten meters be filled as before? Even so, Xiao He did not miss any of his work of collecting dew every day, hunting game for Epilepsy to satisfy his craving, and collecting herbs according to Epilepsy's list.
In this way, Xiao He was no longer satisfied with Qinggong and rushed on his way. He began to try to fly with a sword according to the magic taught by the demon.
At first, like Qinggong, Xiao He just jumped eight or nine feet, flew tens of meters, and then fell down due to his instability. Gradually, Xiao He found the secret of how to stabilize his body on the Dragon Valley Sword, and then he fell down. When you go to fetch water, you will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. At this time, Xiao He, who was flying with his sword, had not yet noticed that the first magic technique taught to him by the demon was the art of flying with his sword.
After more than two months of this, the depth of the clear lake gradually returned to its original state. Xiao He also understood all the herbs that the demon asked Xiao He to identify and pick. Apart from the time for hunting game, Xiao He suddenly had a lot of leisure time.
In fact, Epilepsy pays attention to Xiao He's growth every day. Xiao He's growth rate is so fast that Epilepsy is very pleased, but he never talks about it.
On this day, the demon told Xiao He again: "From today on, you no longer need to collect herbs or hunt game. In addition to filling the clear lake with water, I will give you another task."
"What is the mission?" Xiao He asked. Compared with the previous times, Xiao He felt a little more confident at this moment.
"You go to get water first, and I'll tell you when you get back!" said the demon.
Xiao He nodded in agreement. Since there is no need to do anything else today, there is plenty of time. In addition, Xiao He's sword flying skills are getting more and more mature, so the clear lake water can be filled to the previous height today.
The last time, when Xiao He came to the source of the waterfall to fetch water, he heard a bird song not far away, coming through the air, crisp, sweet and very beautiful.
Xiao He was confused and took a few steps forward. He hid behind a big stone and looked around quietly. The sight in front of him surprised him. Not far in front of him, there were two cranes as tall as one person. Both of them had cinnabar on their heads. With wings like snow, they were drinking water by the river. Every time they took a few sips, they would raise their heads and chirp, seemingly endlessly happy. It was the first time in so long that Xiao He knew of their existence.
Xiao He was so happy that when he carried the last two buckets of water back, he told the story to the madman.
After hearing this, the demon said, "I already know about this, and that crane is mine."
"It turns out that Master raised two cranes and didn't even tell me!" Xiao He said with a smile.
"No, eight!" said the madman.
When Xiao He heard this, he was shocked and said: "Eight? Really! When will master take his disciples to see them?"
The demon said: "I will take you there. The next work will be related to this crane. You come with me!"
The demon left after saying this again. Xiao He followed him all the way through a forest path. There was an open space in the center of the forest, facing a pile of grains.
The devil said: "This pile of grains has different colors. Because each crane has its own taste, I will give you one day to separate these grains according to color and feed the cranes tomorrow morning."
Xiao He took a quick look and calculated five or six colors in his mind. How could he distinguish the grain piles as big as hills?
"Master, how did you feed these cranes before?" Xiao He asked doubtfully.
"Oh, when you went to fetch water just now, I just mixed these grains together!" Diaman said calmly, and then left again, leaving Xiao He with a black line on his face.
With no other choice, Xiao He rubbed his eyes and began to divide the grains.
Taking a closer look, Xiao He discovered that this pile of grains included light green, dark green, light yellow, dark yellow, light red, dark red, and two kinds of two-color hybrids. Together, there were exactly eight colors. Xiao He I thought to myself, I wonder where Master found these tricky-tasting cranes. There were only eight of them in total, and they all ate different things.
During the day, the colors are easy to distinguish, but as soon as the sun sets, looking at these colors becomes very tiring for the eyes. With the experience of previous practice, Xiao He gradually learned how to mobilize the energy of his Dantian for the use of the body, and in this way separate the grains. , it is indeed a little easier, but it does not seem to be of much help to this hill-like pile of grain.
With the moon shadow in the sky, Xiao He found four candles and lit them at the four corners of the grain pile. Once again, he tried to mobilize Dantian Qi to inject into his eyes. This time, he turned off his five senses, leaving only a pair of eyes to look at the grain pile in front of him quietly. For a moment, there was nothing in his eyes except the grain pile. , the surroundings were blank, the eight-colored grains seemed to come to life, and separated obediently in front of his eyes. Each one became an independent individual. Xiao He raised his hands and controlled the objects with his breath. As expected, the grains of different colors went to him very obediently. The place to be.
Xiao He was delighted, and the speed of his hands became faster and faster. When it was almost dawn, the eight piles of grain were already divided.
Xiao He, who had been lucky for too long, was lying on the ground tiredly and fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao He's eyes moved slightly, and some dazzling sunlight woke him up. Only then did he realize that the demon was meditating beside him. He hasn't spoken yet. The madman said: "Wake up."
"Well! Master, how long have I been sleeping?" Xiao He said calmly.
The demon smiled slightly and said: "It won't take long, drink some water first!"
Only then did Xiao He see a kettle next to him, and then he really felt a little thirsty. He picked up the kettle and started drinking. After taking a few sips, Xiao He put down the kettle again, and the madman continued to ask: "How do you feel?"
"Delicious and sweet!" Xiao He said.
"I didn't ask you this!" Diaman was a little angry.
"Oh!" Xiao He then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. After a few breaths, he said to the epileptic demon: "Yesterday before going to bed, I still felt that my eyes were swollen, my Dantian was empty, and my whole body was very weak. Now these feelings are all gone. No, when I was meditating just now, I felt that my ears and eyes seemed to be much better informed. When I observe the things around me, as long as I concentrate a little more, I can observe the details!"
The madman smiled and said: "Very good! Very good!"
"Master, what should I do next?" Xiao He asked.
"There's nothing big happening recently. You can take the Eight-Colored Millet to feed my cranes!" After the demon said, he remained silent and meditated on his own, no longer paying attention to Xiao He.
Of course, Xiao He was already used to it. He found a few cloth bags, put the eight-color grains into them, and then flew towards the source of the waterfall on the top of the Wuming Mountain with his sword.
When he arrived at the source of the waterfall, Xiao He continued to walk south in the direction where he saw the crane that day. Less than a few dozen miles later, he saw a small depression. The depression was filled with warmth, wild flowers were everywhere, and eight cranes were dancing gracefully. The cold and solemn mountains around him seemed out of place.
