[The waste material counterattacks + pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger + the whole process is more enjoyable]
The late autumn wind blew broken leaves through the Qingyun Sect's courtyard, and the old locust tree in the corner fell with dead stems all over the ground, making a rustling sound when stepped on.
Lin Chen shrank his neck and tightened his white-washed gray cloth disciple uniform. He had just returned from carrying two buckets of water from the back mountain. His shoulders were sore from the bucket rope, and his fingertips were still stained with mud. This was the third time today. The work of the handyman disciples was never finished. Like the old well in the corner of the courtyard, it could not be filled or emptied.
