The old cow looked at him, then at the shrinking dragon qilin behind him, couldn't help laughing and said: "I'm so stupid that I can't beat me, so I asked a helper to beat me. No matter what helper you have, you can't help me. You Are you here to frustrate the idiot?"
"Stupid?"
Qin Mu was slightly taken aback: "Could it be Fatty Long?"
"Brother Dao, Fatty Long has offended me just now, please forgive me, Brother Dao."
Relying on the courtesy, Qin Mu said, "Dare to ask if the farmer is there?"
The old cow scratched the scales on its belly, making a rustling noise. They were dragon scales. Only then did Qin Mu notice that this old cow was indeed somewhat similar to the green cow that offered wine at Bashan Mountain. They seemed to be dragons. And they are all lumps of flesh.
However, Qingniu's hobby is eating peonies, flowers and plants, and showing off his muscles, while this old cow is smoking hookah with a hookah, and likes to drink tea while smoking.
"Could it be that this old ox has something to do with the green ox?" He thought to himself.
The old cow spewed out a smoke ring, glanced at him, and said: "You are young, so you probably don't know my master. Who are you, and what can you do to find my master?"
Qin Mu smiled and said: "I am a disciple of the woodcutter celestial master, the four celestial masters who founded the emperor's heavenly court. I have met two of them, the fisherman and the woodcutter, and two celestial masters I have never met. Can you recommend me?"
"Master is a plowman, what can you see?"
The old cow poured out the hookah and said, "A firewood cutter came to him a few days ago and was injured by him. He lay in the rotten ditch at the entrance of the village without moving for a month. Since you are a firewood disciple , Just call me senior brother, there is no need to call me brother."
"A woodcutter?"
Qin Mu was taken aback: "Teacher Woodcutter was injured? He hasn't moved for a month? Which village is he in?"
The old cow stood up, landed on his front hoof, flicked his tail, and said, "I'll take you there, but don't try to fish him out. The master said, let this guy rot in the gutter. Who dares to fish him out?" When he comes out, he will be punched three times by the master. Three punches by the master will make three holes in the sky!"
Qin Mu called Long Qilin, Long Qilin was a little reluctant, and was very afraid of the old cow, but the old cow was very relieved, and said with a smile: "The big dog doesn't need to be afraid of me, you are still young, wait for you to grow up." Then you can hit me."
Long Qilin's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Fake."
The old cow drank the tea on the stone table, rolled its tongue, and the teacups and teapots disappeared, and the old god walked forward: "You are too tender, you have to practice for a thousand years with your small body. I can still fight three with one hoof. Not to mention you, I can’t count the number of real dragons and unicorns I have fought. Our village is not far ahead, it’s a small mountain village.”
Long Qilin was dejected.
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Senior Brother Niu, although Long Fatty is still young, he should not be underestimated. I taught him the Ancestral Dragon Taixuan Kungfu, the divine kung fu of the Emperor Throne level. It may not be possible to surpass you."
"My name is Niu Sanduo."
The old cow flicked his tail, and said: "The kung fu does not depend on strength, but on whether it is your own. His kung fu is not his own, and he has the blood of Qilin. Is Zulong Taixuan kung fu a dragon clan kung fu? It can only be practiced halfway, and the remaining half is full of loopholes. It’s amazing that you can beat me. If you don’t go out of your own way, it’s useless to practice any skills.”
Qin Mu's heart moved slightly: "This Niu Sanduo senior brother's vision and knowledge surpasses that of many gods and demons. It seems that the farmer celestial master is worthy of being a martial arts celestial master. A cow can be trained like this, and it is not inferior to the bondage. Riluo is the master of the world."
They came to a small mountain village in the Great Ruins, only six or seven miles away from the rice fields.
Qin Mu looked at the scenery of the mountain village, and saw that this small mountain village had beautiful mountains and clear waters, leaning on the mountain, with clear springs flowing down from the green hills, which was very pleasant. It's just that there are hundreds of families in the village, but there is not a single stone statue.
"See for yourself, is it your teacher lying in the gutter." The old cow shook his buttocks and walked into the village.
When Qin Mu came to the gutter at the entrance of the village, he saw a person lying on his back in the stinky ditch, his face turned pale from the stinky water.
The stench in the gutter was disgusting, and the hands and feet of the man dressed as a woodcutter were broken. It seemed that many other bones were broken, and only the skull remained intact.
Qin Mu watched for a while, and the man lying in the gutter finally noticed him, turned over with a crash, buried his face in the smelly water, with a few rotten cabbage leaves hanging from his hair, and a stick stuck in his buttocks. Chicken bones that have been gnawed clean.
Qin Mu squatted beside this stinky ditch, calmly, and said leisurely, "Why is the teacher so embarrassed that he capsized in the gutter?"
The woodcutter sage turned over again with a plop, his stubble was soaked white, and he said slowly: "The sky is unpredictable, the wind is strong and the waves are high, so the boat capsized."
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Can Teacher get out of the ditch?"
"The bones are broken, the cultivation base is sealed, and I can't struggle."
Qin Mu asked again: "Is there any enmity between Teacher and Master Wu Dou?"
The sage woodcutter said, "There's never been any harmony."
Qin Mu nodded, stood up, walked towards the village, and said in a loud voice, "Qin Mu Qin Fengqing, the one hundred and seventh grandson of the founding emperor, please see Master Wudou!"
The farmers and women in the village stopped their work one after another. From his point of view, an elderly farmer who was tall and thick but somewhat short was brushing the mane on the neck of an old cow. look.
Qin Mu walked into the village with Long Qilin, there was no sound around, only a hundred people stared at them.
Frightened, Long Qilin followed Qin Mu closely with small steps, and said in a low voice, "Master, there are strange things in this village. Except for that old farmer, there are no old people or children here, they are all young..."
Qin Mu looked forward with a smile on his face, walked towards the old cow and the short but strong old farmer, and said in a low voice: "Fatty Long has grown up, so he can notice these details. There are only young and strong in the village, no old people and children, indeed. Kind of weird."
"Could it be eaten by the old cow?" Long Qilin said coldly.
Qin Mu took off the willow leaves on his forehead, glanced around with his third eye between his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "Of course not. The reason why there are no old people is because they will never grow old. God, how can they grow old?"
"god?"
Long Qilin was startled, and looked around timidly. A hundred people in the small mountain village were all staring at them. Could it be that the people in this village are all gods and demons
"The leader's teacher came here to fight, what a birthday star hangs himself, tired of working!" Long Qilin thought to himself.
In the line of sight of Qin Mu's third eye, the respective sacred treasures and heavenly palaces of these villagers emerged. Their divine bridges were complete, and the divine bridges extended from the sacred treasures to the heavenly palaces.
And in the Heavenly Palace of these villagers, an unusually tall and stalwart primordial spirit stood in the depths of the Tiangong. He couldn't see the exact position of their primordial spirit standing in the Tiangong, but it could be seen that the lowest cultivation level of these people was Yaotai!
He looked at the old farmer, but he couldn't see through his cultivation at all, not even the old cow!
"Old Niu said that Fatty Long would not be able to compete with him after a thousand years of cultivation, it seems to be true."
Qin Mu pasted the willow leaves, came to the old cow and the old farmer, bowed and said, "Qin Mu, the son of the founding emperor Qin, pays homage to Master Wudou."
The old farmer's face was deeply wrinkled, and his skin was dark and red. It looked like he had been exposed to the wind and the sun. His hands were also protruding, with thick knuckles, which looked very powerful.
With sunken eye sockets and drooping eyelids, he continued to brush the old cow's hair, and his voice was like a bell: "There is no martial arts master here, we are all farmers, you have found the wrong person."
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Since Master Wu Dou doesn't want to admit his identity, then the person in the gutter is my teacher, can I take him away?"
The old farmer clenched his fist heavily, and the sound of rolling thunder erupted. Qin Mu looked up, but saw that the sky suddenly became dark, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, lightning tore through the sky, and a fist as big as a black mountain could be vaguely seen appearing in the sky.
"If you want to take the old magic stick away, give me three punches first!"
The old farmer glanced at him, shook his head and said, "You can't eat your bones."
Qin Mu settled down, looked away, and said, "As the master of the four heavenly masters with the highest military strength, will he still embarrass the juniors of the Qin family?"
The old farmer stretched out his fists, continued to brush the cow's hair, and said calmly: "Is the blood of the founding emperor great? Some of the sons and daughters of the founding emperor committed evil, and I beat a few to death. The four great masters, the number one is not it?" Me, what's the use of force? It's not as good as that lip service in the gutter."
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his temples. How dare you even beat the founding emperor's sons and daughters to death
This Martial Heavenly Master is really daring!
"How can Heavenly Master Wu Dou let Mr. Woodcutter go?"
Qin Mu suddenly said seriously: "The rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court has the rules of the imperial court. Since you come to the rivers and lakes, then follow the rules of the rivers and lakes! Junior Qin Mu, come to rescue the teacher, and ask the celestial master to draw the road !"
The old farmer raised his drooping eyelids, and said with a chuckle: "The rules of the world? Very good! I want to see how much tricks you have taught you! The wretched man who cut wood became the number one of the four heavenly masters by talking, you should Didn’t you just learn his lip service?”
Qin Mu laughed loudly, his clothes fluttered automatically, "I'm ashamed to say, this junior has always used his fists to solve problems since his debut, and he has never lost to others in fighting all the way!"
The old farmer looked him up and down, and said with a sneer: "I haven't even refined my martial soul, my fists have energy but no soul, he is a guy who has no way, and his mouth is loud. Come, open the bullfighting palace!"
In the mountain village, farmers and women stood up one after another, shouted in unison, and punched out.
The mountains behind the mountain village were knocked out by the punches of the gods, and the space was torn apart, revealing a vast heavenly palace, which was located in a vast expanse of heaven.
The heavens are opened, the sun and the moon hang high, and the stars are shining brightly, and there is actually a big country inside.
"Go to the bullfighting palace, the rules of the world!"
The old farmer laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you kill him!"
Qin Mu's scalp was numb, and Long Qilin turned around quietly, intending to slip away, but was stepped on by Qin Mu's tail, so frightened that Long Qilin almost passed out.
——The woodcutter raised a small ax in the gutter: I can still ask for a monthly ticket~