In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the wide sea, sparkling like golden fragments, and Master Roshi returned to the small island.
After storing his Kame House into a capsule, he took Zhou Zilong to a large island connected to the mainland.
Arriving at an open space, he pulled out a capsule from his pocket, pressed it lightly, and the Kame House reappeared before their eyes. Then Master Roshi said, "Zilong, today's training was just for you to get a feel for it. Formal training will begin tomorrow. You need to wake up at 4 AM every morning and be ready!"
Zhou Zilong nodded, indicating he understood. He knew that the path of martial arts was full of hardships and difficulties, but he was prepared to face all challenges.
At four in the morning, before the sky was fully bright, the two arrived at the island's milk delivery store. Inside, an Earthling with a goat's head and human body was busy organizing milk. Upon seeing Master Roshi, he immediately handed over two boxes of six-bottle milk and a list.
"Master Wu Tian, thank you for your trouble. These fresh milks need to be delivered to all designated places before 7 AM," said the goat-headed employee, with a hint of respect in his tone.
Master Roshi took the list, glanced at the addresses on it, and nodded, saying, "Okay, I understand!"
Seeing Master Roshi preparing to run for delivery, the goat-headed employee couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He couldn't resist asking, "Master Wu Tian, aren't you going to use a helicopter for delivery? Will running there be too slow?"
Master Roshi heard this and replied, "No need. I'm training with my disciple. Don't worry, it will be delivered on time!"
With that, Master Roshi and Zhou Zilong walked out of the delivery store and began their delivery journey. Along the way, Master Roshi led Zhou Zilong through the open plains, sometimes running, sometimes jumping. Although Zhou Zilong found it a bit strenuous, seeing Master Roshi's effortless movements, a competitive spirit couldn't help but rise within him.
Soon, the two arrived in front of a forest. In this forest, there were two rows of trees side by side, forming a narrow passage. After Master Roshi demonstrated how to run around the trees, he said to Zhou Zilong, "Zilong, you carry the milk box and run through this forest by circling these trees, following the movements I just demonstrated. Remember, don't slack off, give it your all!"
Zhou Zilong took a deep breath and picked up the milk box. He knew this training task was more difficult than running and jumping on the plain just now, but he did not shrink back. He followed Master Roshi's demonstration and began running around the trees.
The light in the forest was dim, and the gaps between the trees were narrow, which greatly hindered Zhou Zilong's running. He had to constantly pay attention to the path under his feet and the surrounding trees to avoid hitting or falling. At the same time, he also had to keep the milk box steady so that the milk inside would not spill out.
For the first few laps, Zhou Zilong could barely manage. But as time went on, his physical strength gradually ran out. His steps began to become heavy, and his breathing became rapid. He felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain, unable to breathe.
However, Zhou Zilong knew that martial arts training was not just about physical exertion, but also about tempering one's will. He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.
Just like that, Zhou Zilong persisted in running in the forest. His sweat soaked his clothes, but he did not stop. His eyes were filled with determination and perseverance, as if nothing could stop his progress.
Finally, after a long run, Zhou Zilong finally ran out of the forest. He put down the milk box and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. His face was filled with a satisfied and proud smile, because he knew he had completed a difficult task.
Master Roshi walked over to Zhou Zilong, looked at his sweaty appearance, and nodded with satisfaction. He said, "Zilong, you did very well. Although today's training was difficult, you have successfully overcome the difficulties. Remember this feeling; it will become a valuable asset in your future martial arts training."
After delivering the milk, Zhou Zilong and Master Roshi returned to Kame House together and enjoyed a simple but delicious breakfast.
After the meal, Master Roshi took Zhou Zilong to a large tree. Master Roshi took out a blackboard from his backpack and firmly nailed it to the tree trunk.
"The path of martial arts is not just a contest of fists and feet, but also a contest of mind," Master Roshi stroked his beard and said earnestly, "If you only train your body and not your brain, you cannot be considered a true martial artist. From today, this time until lunch will be reading time. We will both spend it reading and learning!"
Zhou Zilong nodded. He knew that in this world, whether it was powerful enemies or unknown challenges, one needed enough wisdom and courage to face them. So, he sat down and listened carefully as Master Roshi explained the spirit and philosophy of martial arts.
"Martial arts is a process of pursuing self-perfection," Master Roshi began to explain. "It is not just about defeating enemies, but more about overcoming one's inner fears and desires. A true martial artist should possess firm belief, unyielding will, and a broad mind!"
Zhou Zilong listened carefully, engraving these words deeply in his heart. He knew that to gain a foothold in this world, he had to constantly improve his strength and wisdom.
Soon it was 11:30, time for lunch. After lunch, it was 12:30 PM. At this moment, it was midday, and the sun shone under the shade of the trees, forming cool patches. Master Roshi took Zhou Zilong to lie leisurely on hammocks, preparing for an afternoon nap.
"Until 1:30 PM is nap time. Train diligently, study well, eat your fill, and then take an afternoon nap. This is our martial arts training," Master Roshi said lazily, lying on the hammock with his eyes closed.
Zhou Zilong lay beside Master Roshi, the sound echoing in Zhou Zilong's ears with a unique rhythm. Zhou Zilong began to close his eyes and enter a state of afternoon rest.
At 1:30 PM, it was the busiest time at the construction site. Workers were busy, transporting building materials, hammering bricks and stones. The roar of machines and the sound of people talking intertwined into a symphony of labor.
Master Roshi took Zhou Zilong to this busy construction site. His gaze swept over every worker present, finally landing on a distant construction site. There, several workers were working together to carry a huge stone slab. The dust on the slab danced in the sunlight, appearing exceptionally heavy.
"Zilong, look," Master Roshi said, pointing at the workers, "This is the training we're doing today. It's not with fists and feet, but with shoulders and hands, to carry weights you think you can't bear. This will make you sweat and train your muscles and bones!"