Turtle Hermit School's Training (Part 1)

At dawn, sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the beach. As the five o'clock bell chimed, Zhou Zilong was already on the sand, beginning his daily training. His figure appeared resolute and upright in the morning light, each movement filled with power and rhythm.

"Not bad, up so early," Master Roshi emerged from his house, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea. Seeing Zhou Zilong practicing, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Before I became your disciple, I studied a bit with a martial artist. Since then, I've kept the habit of waking up early to train," Zhou Zilong stopped his movements, turned, and bowed to Master Roshi. His voice was firm and strong, carrying a hint of unyielding spirit.

"That's a very good habit, keep it up," Master Roshi nodded, then walked to Zhou Zilong's side and began to explain the true meaning of the Martial Way.

"Learning martial arts isn't for victory in fights, nor is it to have girls say 'Wow, you're so strong!' and blow you kisses. Those are all misguided thoughts," Master Roshi said earnestly. "The true purpose of learning martial arts is to achieve a healthy body and mind, and then to live a meaningful life with that healthy body and mind. That is the Martial Way!"

Zhou Zilong listened intently, his heart resonating deeply with Master Roshi's philosophy of the Martial Way. He had always believed that learning martial arts was about becoming stronger, about winning battles. But now, he began to understand that the true meaning of martial arts was far more than that.

"Master, I understand," Zhou Zilong bowed deeply.

Master Roshi smiled and nodded, then added, "But there's one thing you must remember: if you see someone who studies martial arts bullying kind common folk, then that person is your enemy. You must teach them a good lesson!"

Zhou Zilong nodded heavily, secretly vowing that no matter where he went in the future, he would uphold the righteous spirit of the Martial Way and protect what he could within his capabilities.

After breakfast, Zhou Zilong rested for half an hour as per Master Roshi's instructions, recovering his stamina and spirit.

He knew the upcoming training would be extremely strict and arduous, but he was ready. He stood up and looked in the direction Master Roshi pointed, where a very large, solitary island stood majestically on the azure sea.

"Zilong, your first lesson is to swim to that island," Master Roshi said, pointing to the island with his cane. Though his voice was calm, it carried an undeniable authority.

Zhou Zilong nodded, took a deep breath, and then took firm steps. He took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the sand, feeling its softness and warmth. He walked step by step towards the sea until the water reached his knees. He glanced back at Master Roshi, then leaped forward, plunging into the ocean.

The seawater was cool and deep. Zhou Zilong felt his body enveloped by the water, as if he were in another world. He took a deep breath and began his long swim. He swam forward with all his might, his hands constantly stroking the water, his legs kicking powerfully to propel his body forward.

The sea was sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes turbulent and surging. Zhou Zilong continuously adjusted his breathing and rhythm during the swim to cope with the changing conditions of the sea. He felt his body constantly expending energy, but he had no thought of giving up.

As time passed, Zhou Zilong felt his stamina gradually depleting. His arms began to ache, and his legs felt incredibly heavy. His breathing became rapid, and his heart rate quickened. But he gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to swim forward.

Just as Zhou Zilong felt he could no longer hold on, he suddenly saw land appear ahead. The solitary island was right before his eyes. He felt as if he saw a glimmer of hope. He used all his remaining strength to swim forward, finally reaching the shore of the island.

Zhou Zilong lay on the beach, exhausted, gasping for breath. He felt as if his body had been emptied, yet he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

"Congratulations, Zilong, you've passed your first lesson. You must work even harder from now on," Master Roshi's voice sounded in Zhou Zilong's ears. Zhou Zilong looked up and saw Master Roshi standing on the shore, smiling at him.

"Yes! Master!" Zhou Zilong struggled to his feet, bowed to Master Roshi, and replied excitedly.

Next, Master Roshi led Zhou Zilong along a winding path, slowly heading deeper into the island. Along the way, they met many of the island's residents, each greeting Master Roshi warmly, as if he were the most welcome guest.

"Master Mutian, you're here!" a slightly plump woman approached, carrying a basket filled with fresh vegetables. "Thank you for your trouble. The company that buys vegetables will come to pick them up this evening." Her face was filled with a simple smile, and she showed great trust in Master Roshi.

Master Roshi nodded and turned to Zhou Zilong, saying, "Zilong, look, this is what we do. Farm work may seem simple, but it can train your strength and endurance. Remember, the path of the Martial Way is not achieved overnight; it requires a down-to-earth approach, one step at a time!"

Zhou Zilong nodded, his heart filled with anticipation. He understood that Master Roshi, as a legendary martial artist, must have his own unique training methods. He couldn't wait to begin his cultivation journey.

Arriving at the fields, Zhou Zilong looked out at the vast expanse of green vegetables swaying gently in the breeze. He took a deep breath, sensing the fresh air. He stretched his body, preparing for his warm-up, then walked to a cabbage patch and began his new training—digging up cabbages.

He bent down, adopted a horse stance, gripped the shovel tightly with both hands, and forcefully dug up the cabbages. At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but as time went on, he gradually found his rhythm. His movements became more skilled, and he dug up cabbages faster and faster.

With each cabbage he dug up, Zhou Zilong could feel the muscles in his waist, legs, and arms exerting force. He felt his muscles tensing and contracting, as if they were being continuously tempered. This feeling made him both excited and nervous, but he knew this was the result he desired.

As time passed, Zhou Zilong felt his stamina constantly depleting. Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he had no intention of stopping to rest. He knew this was a test of his willpower. He gritted his teeth and continued.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Zilong finally finished digging up all the cabbages in the field. He sat on the ground, panting, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile. He felt as if his body had undergone a baptism, becoming lighter and stronger.

"Good! Zilong, you've done very well!" Master Roshi walked over and nodded with satisfaction.

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