With two wisps of smoke billowing from his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the earthen wall, his eyes half-closed in contentment.,He drew a bucket of cool, refreshing well water. Wei Tu drank a few mouthfuls, filling his stomach with satisfaction. Then he raised the bucket and poured it over his bare chest, enjoying the sensation of coolness spreading all the way to his tailbone.,Firstly, martial arts are difficult. Without the corresponding aptitude, it is hard to achieve anything.。