Gan Yu carried a bamboo basket on his back as he trudged laboriously through the mountain forest.
Whenever he thought of the profound truths explained in the Dao Scripture he had borrowed before, a faint smile would unconsciously appear on his face.
"Sure enough, if one reads a book a hundred times, its meaning reveals itself... Before, I only had six volumes of the Dao Scripture, and they weren't very coherent. Many of the teachings felt awkward to read. Now that the passages connect from beginning to end, everything has suddenly become clear..."
With that thought in mind, he naturally began visiting Mr. Fang even more diligently.
Besides, having received his teacher's kindness, he had no choice but to repay it.
Unfortunately, Gan Yu had little money in his pocket. Fortunately, over the past few days, he had heard that Mr. Fang wanted to eat snake soup.
Gan Yu suddenly remembered that snakes seemed to appear on Ox Head Mountain not far away. Thus, he often came here to gather firewood, while also trying to catch a plump snake to offer his teacher.
Unfortunately, the snakes that were easy to catch in the mountains had long since been hunted out of sight by the village children. He had found nothing these past few days.
Today, he pushed deeper into the area where he gathered firewood, hoping to gain something.
The sun blazed overhead. After chopping wood for half a day, Gan Yu was already drenched in sweat.
He set down his basket and took out the earthen jar he used to carry water. He had just been about to drink his fill when his foot suddenly stumbled.
Smack!
Gan Yu cried out as he watched the earthen jar hit the ground and shatter into several pieces. Countless streams of clear