The Deeper One Drills, the Firmer One Goes In

Chu Wushang strolled over to the Bamboo Grove, tossed his sickle aside, and swung the axe in his hand at the base of an arm-thick bamboo stalk.

As Chu Wushang swung his axe in a steady rhythm, thunk, thunk, thunk echoed through the Bamboo Grove.

Duan Rong stood there and watched for a while. Chu Wushang cut bamboo using nothing but brute muscle, not even employing the techniques of force from martial arts. He was like an old farmer chopping bamboo.

Chu Wushang turned his head to look at Duan Rong. "What are you standing there for? Since you're here, help me split some bamboo strips."

Duan Rong immediately picked up a sickle and an axe, then walked toward another bamboo stalk nearby.

Chu Wushang said, "Do it like I do. Bamboo strips cut with martial techniques are too neat. I'm not used to them."

"Got it." Duan Rong answered, gripping the axe as he chopped at the base of the bamboo beside him.

Chu Wushang glanced over, gave a satisfied hum, and said, "Not bad. You're starting to look like someone who knows how to work."

As Duan Rong swung his axe again and again at the bamboo, thunk, thunk, thunk, he pondered Chu Wushang's every manner and habit.

When he had first met Chu Wushang, the man had already been dressed like an old farmer.

The Thatched Hut he lived in was also the sort of hut found in a mountain farmer's home.

Even now, as he chopped bamboo, it was as though he had entered the identity of an old farmer.

Perhaps this had something to do with the medium he was comprehending?

Thinking this, Duan Rong could not help glancing at Chu Wushang, who was bent over chopping bamboo ahead of him. Just then, Chu Wushang's