Seriously, Become A God Of Martial Arts
Ch.07

I quickly got up from the bed and tidied it up, then took the broom that I deliberately laid in the corner of this small room. After that walk out, pulling a slow wooden door to the view through the inside of my house with the outside world.

I looked up at this face to see a touch of thin fog, the glare of the dawn sky with its light slowly dimming as if intentionally letting in for a while, still not removing the entire gray color in the surroundings.

A very peaceful morning.

Quickly I swept the entire courtyard to be free from the scattered leaves, I also had to hurry before coming to my teacher's house which was at the top of the hill, behind the bamboo forest. Cleaning his house has been my routine until now, up to eight years.

I am fourteen years old now.

Ever since I received this Heavenly Hill Pavilion I have still been an outer disciple. At that time the disciple who was ranked tenth to the bottom of the examination results did not interest the teacher, especially for someone who was not accepted by any teacher in ten days it would be expelled from the sect.

During the time limit given, I certainly tried to find teachers from the sect that I could ask for recognition as well as teaching, because the Heavenly Hill Pavilion was not only located in one place, but also in another, but there were many hills and I kept going up and down the hill to look for them.

To find the bamboo forest on one of the hilltops, there was a teacher named Ding Jun lived and lucky he would accept me.

From that day on, I placed myself on the same hill as Teacher Ding, on condition of finding another side of the hill besides the peak because he refused to live near me at the top and forced me to find my own house at the foot of the hill.

Indeed here there are several empty houses but seeing the condition with hollow walls and weathered wood, there is only one choice of houses whose conditions are most feasible to live in. I also realized that on this hill there was only me and teacher Ding as residents.

At first the time I spent cleaning teacher Ding's house was always more than half a day. He absolutely does not tolerate dirt, even dust in the house and yard. He once asked me to point without speaking, sweeping almost half of the hilltop and relying on me alone.

After that he will only be indifferent when brewing tea and drinking it alone. While I who did not get the briefing always felt confused and did not know what to do, met with a deadlock from day to day.

My own ranking did not progress but continued to decline as time went on and the ranking exams given. All the other students have learned how to form the foundation, have even become inner disciples while I am still busy sweeping and practicing without direction.

Every time, when I start thinking that is not-so then the broom in my hand I hold tighter, tighter, pressing that I should finish this immediately and go to teacher Ding's house so that I have plenty of time left to practice.

*****

"Nie Li, how long have you been here?"

I was stunned when teacher Ding asked, also it was unusual. The middle-aged man who was filled with fine wrinkles, plus disheveled hair and always looked gloomy in my eyes was very rarely speaking except for his index finger which was always moving as a way of communicating when he wanted to ask me to clean something.

It's still in his finger count, how many times he's spoken.

"Murid's been living here for eight years."

"That long? What the hell are you doing? Why is there no progress at all?"

"Are you aware of your mistake?"

"Pardon this student, teacher ... I don't know."

Teacher Ding took a sip of tea in his little cup, his face too flat and gloomy to know what he was really thinking. After that he put the cup back on his small table and continued talking.

"You fulfilled all your duties but never considered me a teacher. Have you ever asked me to teach you anything?"

For a moment I realized something was wrong with this middle-aged man. I myself should have asked him that question before but seeing his attitude always makes me think a thousand times, insulting him will only make me expelled from here so that the complaint I swallowed round and round.

"Even if you never asked me to teach you, do you think your teacher is incapable? Humiliate me?"

It turned out that all this time he wished I had asked him for a lesson. I was too arrogant and thought just by his confession alone it was more than enough, hoping that he would give me direction tanoa I asked also a mistake.

Quickly I prostrated myself, no matter the clay below soiled my clothes. I just don't want to bother him so I never ask first.

"It's not so teacher ... The student admitted wrong,"

"Stop it, come here."

I obeyed teacher Ding's words and rushed over. All this time I just saw him sitting while brewing a cup of tea in his little cottage all day with his gloomy look, it must be admitted that these eight years have gone by in vain because I did not know my own teacher at all.

As soon as I got closer he put two fingers on my forehead, which I did not understand but instantly like something was flowing in my head just like that and I started to understand something. Unnatural way of learning.

"Everyone has rights and obligations. Don't forget the demands of your rights or you'll be oppressed for life."

"This disciple will remember the teacher's message" I said in gratitude.

"Today is enough, tomorrow morning I'll take you somewhere to practice."

*****

Early in the morning, even before dawn rose I hurried to go to teacher Ding's house. Seen there he was waiting for me by standing, hands crossed each other, lap behind.

"Honor the teacher." I said as I clenched my hands at teacher Ding.

"Follow me." teacher Ding's orders were brief.

Still on the same hill, we also arrived at a small waterfall with a pond that is wide enough as a buffer. From what I see this place is so awake that it makes me feel amazed.

Also the only thing that comes to my mind right now is to enjoy the cold pool water. All this time I could only clean myself under the rain stubs when it fell, but this hill itself had little rainfall and only fell two to three times each month. I've lived here a long time and didn't know there was such a good pool.

Now there is a pool in front of the eyes, very tempting.

"It is the source of eternal springs and holy ponds and the Sky deliberately created it with small size but endless water. From today you train under the waterfall."

Then teacher Ding explained what I had to do under the waterfall. I should at least stand with both legs slightly bent there, holding down the waterfall with my body while at the same time being able to concentrate on forming the foundation.

Following his direction I had thought that this was a very easy task, but after I tried it directly then the confidence I had was immediately lost without a trace.

The water that came like a big stone, my head seemed to break with my body as if torn apart. While teacher Ding was also full of preparation from the small table and the equipment to drink the tea that was already on top of it, I could only last for half an hour until deciding to withdraw.

"You let me down" he said coldly.

"I'm sorry teacher ... This student is not able to." I said while looking down.

"I'm going to go make some tea."

Teacher Ding then turned his back, walking on and on leaving me with his indifferent attitude. I looked at his back before saluting him, though he himself could not have turned his head.

"Murid takes teacher's orders."

After I continued my training, I realized that one hour was my limit and every time I reached the limit I would stay away to rest for five minutes. I did it over and over again until dusk on this day was no longer visible, hiding behind a ridge waiting for the day to change.