Qin Mu hesitated. It is important to save the woodcutter teacher, but it seems more interesting and meaningful to go to find Xushenghua together with Hu Bugui, and to create a method of combining God and Tibet to ascend to the heaven with Xushenghua.
Moreover, the woodcutter sage is a god of the Yaotai realm after all, and he should not die after soaking in the smelly ditch for a year or so, it seems that there is no need to rush for a while.
However, I am a disciple of the woodcutter after all, so it is really unreasonable to let him soak there without pulling the woodcutter out of the stinking ditch.
However, even if Lao Niu released the water, they would not be able to defeat the strong emperor.
The old farmer is a strong man in the realm of the emperor, and the emperor who entered the Tao with martial arts, there is an insurmountable distance from Lingxiao to the emperor, and the Emperor Shitianwang Buddha is in the realm of Lingxiao, but he still has to beg Brahma Wang Fo's scriptures, from this we can see how difficult the throne is.
He was hesitating, when suddenly the old farmer stepped down from the emperor's seat, walked out of Lingxiao Hall and came to the door, his face was wrinkled, showing vicissitudes, and said: "Sanduo, they have already passed the customs."
The old cow was slightly stunned, and quickly said: "Master, they have never even passed my test, let alone the master's test. Why did the master say it?"
The old farmer walked down the steps of Lingxiao Palace, the old cow quickly landed on the ground, turned into a cow and followed behind him, the old farmer shook his head and said: "The purpose of the test in the Bullfight Palace is to let the children understand how to use martial arts to enter the Tao, to understand Create a path that can directly ascend through the realm of Shenqiao, and give future generations a hope. I used to think that someone who defeated me would be able to create this path."
He walked down, called Qin Mu and Hu Bugui, looked them up and down, and smiled on his simple face that looked like it had been plowed by an iron plow, and said, "But I just thought of it, crossing the Shenqiao and flying straight up Tiangong, in fact, I have already done it. I am the first person who lacks the realm of Shenqiao. I have not read many books, and my path is not suitable for others."
Both Qin Mu and Hu Bugui were shocked, and looked at him in disbelief.
Who can break the divine bridge of Wudou Tianshi
Since Wudou Tianshi can still enter the divine realm without a realm, why doesn't he teach his skills to the people in the bullfighting world
However, the Thirty-Six Martial Gods of Yujing City were not surprised by this at all, and obviously knew that the old farmer was such a person.
"I figured it out just now, what I can do, not everyone can do."
The old farmer said: "I have dedicated my whole life to martial arts. I have nothing else in my heart. I am sincere and innocent. Although I have magic tricks, others can't learn them. They can't learn them, and they can't ascend to heaven like me. Even if Hu Bugui has cultivated to my level and ascended to the Heavenly Palace, he is still following my old path. His skills still cannot make more people in the bullfighting world ascend to the Heavenly Palace. The woodcutter is right, this is not the solution to the bullfighting palace. solution to the problem."
The corners of his eyes trembled, he looked at Qin Mu, and continued: "The woodcutters came to me and said that the reformers in Yankang have a solution to the problem in the Bullring Palace. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it. Chai is not useless, he still has a good student after all... Hu Bugui, you can leave the bullfighting world now."
Qin Mu had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Then, Master Tian, can I fish Teacher out of the gutter?"
The old farmer's face sank, his face was like a field that had been plowed a hundred times by an old cow, and he couldn't see any smiles, only wrinkles: "I don't speak like a woodcutter who is full of firewood and farting. Qing Yun Dan, I keep my word, I said that anyone who dares to fish him out will get three punches from me. If you want to get him out, you will get three punches from me!"
Qin Mu was taken aback, the old farmer raised his rough fist, he could see the arrogance of the peak of martial arts at a glance, and punched Qin Mu.
Boom.
His imposing manner was boundless, but his fist was very light, gently hitting Qin Mu's chest.
He knocked twice more, and Qin Mu's chest made a sound of squeak.
The old farmer withdrew his fist and said with a sneer, "Although you have mastered martial arts at the beginning, you are still far from a great achievement, and your physical body is still lacking. Continue to practice hard and don't waste your hegemonic body. Do you understand?"
Qin Mu was both surprised and delighted: "This junior understands."
The old farmer smiled again, led the crowd to walk out, and said with a smile: "But you are not bad, you are indeed not bad. The woodcutter is not just a lip service, he has some skills, and taught you so well. Hey, No, you are a domineering body, if I were to teach it, it would only be better! It’s still not good to chop wood, it’s not as good as me!”
He seemed very happy, and the other war gods were also very happy, following in his footsteps.
Qin Mu looked left and right, looking at them. These people were famous and famous in the past, and the old farmers were even famous and powerful in the world. However, they are pure and simple at the moment, like ordinary farmers and women.
These are some lovely people.
But also a group of stubborn people.
It is difficult for them to change, but as long as they realize their mistakes, they will correct them, even if they are a little unhappy.
So they are still lovely people.
Hu Bugui was so excited that he left the bullfighting palace and immediately went straight to the bullfighting world in the lower realm, preparing his clothes and saying goodbye to his relatives and friends.
Qin Mu called Long Qilin, and Long Qilin was sleeping soundly outside the bullfighting palace, and did not go to secretly catch the woodcutter and escape.
Qin Mu dejectedly said, "This is my mount, and over there is the mount of Wudou Tianshi... Well, there is also the mount of Teacher Woodcutter, Black Tiger God, and Brother Bashan's green bull..."
Long Qilin slept well and was full of energy, but he was absent-minded since he hadn't eaten for more than ten days. He glanced at Qin Mu from time to time, and was afraid to remind him.
In the village, the sage woodcutter was caught, and Qin Mu hurriedly connected the broken bones of the woodcutter, treated his injuries, soaked him in a large medicine vat, and stewed him over fire.
The woodcutter was holding a large bowl to take medicine, the old farmer was sitting on a small stool beside him, and the old cow at the door was sitting on the ground, smoking a hookah slowly and snoring.
Qin Mu sat next to the old cow drinking tea and asked, "Brother Sanduo, are you not plowing the land today?"
The old cow said slowly: "The plowing is over. The rice has just been planted."
"You didn't teach the bully body, you can't teach it." In the room, the old farmer spoke as slowly as the old cow, and glanced at the woodcutter.
The woodcutter finished drinking the medicine in the bowl, burped, handed him the empty bowl, and said with a smile, "He is my student, and I taught him. You don't have such an outstanding student, and you don't have the ability to teach him." Not coming."
The old farmer snorted, and took the empty bowl: "You didn't teach it, what are you proud of? You are just claiming credit again. This time, you are selling the bully to save face, so please forgive me, otherwise you will be soaked in the stinky ditch. After more than ten years, you are so rotten that only one mouth is left."
The woodcutter said solemnly: "Master leads the door, practice is up to the individual. I have peaches and plums all over the world, who taught you? Who did you teach?"
The old farmer was sad.
The woodcutter said indifferently: "You are indeed number one in martial arts. In the whole world, in the universe, even in the old Heavenly Court, there is no one who can surpass you in martial arts. You can do it without the state of Shenqiao." Now, with the strength of your own martial arts, the martial arts primordial spirit crosses the void of the Shenqiao and ascends to the heavenly palace, and becomes a peerless martial god. Only you. Let alone 20,000 years, even if you push forward hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years , and you are the only one. You can succeed, but others cannot succeed like you, and you cannot save people in the bullfighting world."
The old farmer was silent.
The woodcutter continued: "But this Yankang reform can be done. The grievances between us are trivial matters. I know that you have been very poor these years, and I know that you found these orphans and widows to take care of them after the war. You have done a lot of things. You want to find a way out for them. But you are too stupid, and you haven’t found this way for 20,000 years.”
The old farmer let out a roar like a trapped animal.
After the fall of the Kaihuang era, he took care of the orphans left by his comrades who died in battle, but he could only watch them die of old age one after another.
This was a great torture, and it filled his heart with guilt.
"Come out, come out, you are a martial artist."
The woodcutter looked at him with some pity, but more anticipation: "Kaihuang canonized us as celestial masters, but I was the only one to be canonized as saints. But his original intention was that all four of us can become saints. You are a Martial Master, the first in martial power, there is no doubt about it, but a saint is not a martial artist. Come out, and you will be the only Martial Saint, the founder of the Emperor!"
The old farmer remained silent.
The woodcutter did not continue to persuade.
He knew his old brother well enough to know that he was stubborn, but not stubborn, in fact he was stubborn only in words.
His own words have already hit the point, he will figure it out and become a unique martial arts saint.
"I was moved by your words, Yankang's reforms, I really want to take a look."
The old farmer suddenly said: "But I won't help Yankang. In the era of the founding emperor, we were poor and self-made. Yankang was praised so well by you. Without our help, we can develop to the height of Yankang. Why rely on it?" us losers?"
The woodcutter laughed and said, "We are just buying time for them, so that they are not destroyed by the old heaven when they are still young. This is not against your original intention, right? In the early days of the Kaihuang era, the emperor's era Certain remnants also helped us a lot.”
The old farmer smiled and said, "You reminded me of those youthful years. In fact, I can be regarded as half of the emperor's era."
"Actually, we are all half of the emperor's era, including the founding emperor."
The woodcutter said: "That's how life is. It never ends. The inheritance is also like this. It is handed over from one era to another. Your martial arts spirit needs to be passed on. Don't let your inheritance go extinct."
The old farmer got up and said with a sneer, "But I won't forgive you just for that. After I walk out of here, after I walk out of the Great Ruins, I'll beat you up when I'm in a bad mood. Just beg your grandpa to tell your grandma, hoping that you can improve a few realms, You can hold my fist."
He walks out of the house.
The smile on the woodcutter's face froze, Qin Mu came in from the house, changed his dressing, and said in a low voice, "Is there any enmity between Master Wudou and Heavenly Master?"
The woodcutter was listless, and sighed: "I guess there is. That's a past."
He obviously didn't want to mention the past.
Qin Mu blinked and became more curious, but did not speak.
The woodcutter got angry: "What's your expression? You want to know other people's private affairs so much?"
Qin Mu didn't speak.
The woodcutter sighed: "It's okay to tell you. In fact, I had a good relationship with him, the scholar and the fisherman back then. Although my cultivation base is the weakest, they all respect me. The Founding Emperor asked me to preside over the reform. , pushed me to the front of the stage, the so-called talent and beauty, a man is too good, he will be favored by women. At that time, he had a girl he liked... "
Qin Mu helped him change the medicine, but his ears couldn't help but he listened carefully.
Outside the door, the old cow no longer snorted and smoked waterpipes, and the cow's ears poked from the outside to the inside of the door.
Long Qilin was lying listlessly on his stomach, but now he suddenly raised his head, flapping his big ears twice.
——Finally back home! Tired, but after writing this chapter, I suddenly feel very fulfilled. It's the end of the month, brothers, I have chapters that have been updated, do you have a monthly pass