Chapter seven hundred and nineteen capsize in the gutter
The old cow looked at him, and then at Long Qilin, who was shrinking behind him, and couldn't help but laugh: "Silly Da Zuo couldn't beat me, so he asked for a helper to fight him. No matter what kind of helper you have, there is nothing he can do to me. You
Are you here to stand up for Silly Da Tie?"
"Silly and frustrated?"
Qin Mu was slightly startled: "Could you be talking about Fatty Long?"
"Brother Taoist, I have offended Long Pangduo just now. Please forgive me, brother Taoist."
Qin Mu followed the rules of etiquette and said, "May I ask if the farmer is here?"
The old cow scratched the scales on its belly and made a rustling sound. They were dragon scales. Only then did Qin Mu notice that the old cow was indeed somewhat similar to the green cow used to offer wine at Bashan. They both seemed to be dragons.
And they are all covered in fleshy lumps.
However, the green cow's hobby is to eat peonies, like flowers and plants, and show off its muscles, while the old cow is holding a hookah and smoking hookah, and he likes to drink tea while smoking.
"Does this old cow have anything to do with the green cow?" he thought to himself.
Lao Niu blew out a smoke ring, glanced at him, and said: "Looking at your young age, you probably don't recognize my master. Who are you, and why are you looking for my master?"
Qin Mu smiled and said: "I am a disciple of the Celestial Master Woodcutter, one of the four Celestial Masters who founded the Emperor's Heavenly Court. I have already met two Celestial Masters, Yuqiao, and there are two Celestial Masters I have never met. Brother Taoist, can you recommend me?"
"My master is just a plowman, what's there to see?"
The old cow poured out the hookah and said: "A few days ago, a woodcutter came to see him, and he was injured. He lay in the rotten ditch at the entrance of the village without moving for a month. Since you are a disciple of the woodcutter,
, just call me senior brother, there is no need to call me brother."
"A woodcutter?"
Qin Mu was startled: "Teacher Woodcutter was injured? He hasn't moved for a month? Which village is he in?"
The old cow stood up, landed his front hooves on the ground, 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. No one dares to fish him out."
When he comes out, he will take three punches from me. Three punches from me will make three holes in the sky!"
Qin Mu called up Long Qilin. Long Qilin was a little reluctant and was very afraid of the old cow, but the old cow was very tolerant and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid of me, big dog. You are still young. I will wait until you grow up."
Then you can hold me down and beat me."
Long Qilin's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Fake."
The old cow drank the tea on the stone table in one gulp, curled up the cow's tongue, and the teacups and teapots disappeared. The old god walked forward and said: "You are too young. If you have a small body like yours, you will have to practice for another thousand years."
I can still hit three with one hoof. Not to mention you, I can’t even count the number of real dragons and unicorns I’ve beaten. Our village is not far ahead, it’s a small mountain village.”
Long Qilin was dejected.
Qin Mu smiled and said: "Brother Niu, although Long Pang is still young, he should not be underestimated. I taught him the Ancestral Dragon Taixuan Kung, a magical technique at the emperor's level. His cultivation has improved at an incredible speed. In the future,
It may not be possible to surpass you."
"My name is Niu Sanduo."
Lao Niu flicked his tail and said: "The skill is not about strength or weakness, but whether it is one's own. His skill is not his own, and he still has Qilin bloodline. Shouldn't the Ancestral Dragon Taixuan Gong be a dragon skill? He
You can only master half of it, and the other half is full of loopholes. It's amazing if you can defeat me. If you don't go your own way, any skill you practice will be in vain."
Qin Mu's heart moved slightly: "Senior Brother Niu Sanduo's vision and knowledge are beyond those of many gods and demons. It seems that the Farmer Celestial Master is worthy of being a martial arts master. A cow can be trained like this, which is not inferior to the bound
Japan and Luo are the masters of this world."
They came to a small mountain village in Daxu, which was 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. It leaned against the mountains and had clear springs flowing down from the green mountains. It was very pleasant. However, there were hundreds of families in the village, but there was not a single stone statue.
"See for yourself whether the person lying in the gutter is your teacher." Lao Niu shook his butt and walked into the village.
Qin Mu came to the sewer at the entrance of the village, and sure enough he saw a person lying on his back in the stinking ditch, his face turned pale from the stinky water.
The stench in the sewer was nauseating, and the hands and feet of the man dressed as a woodcutter were broken. It seemed that many other bones in his body were also broken, and only his skull was still intact.
Qin Mu watched for a moment. The man lying in the gutter finally noticed him. He turned over with a splash and buried his face in the smelly water. There were still a few rotten cabbage leaves hanging in his hair and a stick stuck in his butt.
Cleanly chewed chicken bones.
Qin Mu squatted beside the smelly ditch and said leisurely, "Why is the teacher so embarrassed that his boat capsized in the ditch?"
The woodcutter saint turned over again with a pop, and his stubble was soaked white, and he said slowly: "The weather is unpredictable, the wind is strong and the waves are high, so the boat capsized."
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Teacher, can you dig yourself out of the ditch?"
"The bones are broken, the cultivation level is blocked, and I can't struggle."
Qin Mu asked again: "Does the teacher have any grudge against the Wudou Tianshi?"
The woodcutter saint said: "We have always been at odds with each other."
Qin Mu nodded, stood up, walked towards the village, and said loudly: "Qin Mu, Qin Fengqing, the 107th grandson of the founding emperor, asks to see Master Wudou!"
The farmers and peasant women in the village stopped what they were doing and looked at him. A tall but short old farmer was brushing the mane on the old cow's neck. Hearing this, his ears twitched and he looked at Qin Mu.
Look.
Qin Mu led Long Qilin into the village. There was no sound around, only a hundred people stared at them.
Long Qilin was frightened and followed Qin Mu closely with small steps. He lowered his voice and said: "Master, there is something weird in this village. Except for the old farmer, there are no old people and children here. They are all young people..."
Qin Mu looked forward with a smile on his face, walked towards Lao Niu and the short but strong old farmer, and whispered: "When Fatty Long has grown up, he can actually notice these details. There are only young people and no old people and children in the village. Indeed,
A little weird."
"Did he get eaten by an old cow?" Long Qilin said with a shudder.
Qin Mu took off the willow leaves from his forehead, glanced around with the 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 not grow old. God, how can he grow old?"
"god?"
Long Qilin was startled and looked around timidly. Hundreds of people in the small mountain village were staring at them. Could it be that everyone in this village were gods and demons?
"The leader's teacher comes here to fight. It's really like the old man hanged himself. He's tired of living!" Long Qilin thought to himself.
In the sight of Qin Mu's third eye, these villagers' respective sacred treasures and heavenly palaces emerged. Their sacred bridges were complete, and the sacred bridges extended from the sacred treasures to the heavenly palaces.
In the Celestial Palace of these villagers, an unusually tall and majestic Yuan Shen stood deep in the Celestial Palace. He could not see the exact location of their Yuan Shen standing in the Celestial Palace, but he could tell that these people had the lowest cultivation level in Yaotai!
He looked at the old farmer, but he couldn't see through his cultivation at all, not even the old cow!
"Lao Niu said that Long Pang could not compete with him after practicing for a thousand years. It seems to be true."
Qin Mu pasted the willow leaves, came to Lao Niu and the old farmer, bowed and said: "Qin Mu, son of the Qin family of the founding emperor, pays homage to Master Wudou."
The old farmer had deep wrinkles on his face, and his skin was dark and red. It looked like he had been exposed to the wind and sun, and his hands had high veins and thick knuckles, making them look very strong.
His eyes were sunken and his eyelids were drooped. He continued to brush the old cow's hair and said in a loud voice: "There are no martial arts masters here. We are all farmers. You have found the wrong person."
Qin Mu smiled and said: "Since Master Wudou is unwilling to admit his identity, then the man in the gutter is my teacher. Can I take him away?"
The old farmer clenched his fist hard, and thunder erupted. Qin Mu looked up, but saw that the sky suddenly became dark, lightning and thunder ripped through the sky, and a fist as big as a black mountain could be vaguely seen in the sky.
"If you want to take the old magic stick away, you have to punch me three times first!"
The old farmer glanced at him, shook his head and said, "You can't eat your bones."
Qin Mu calmed down, looked away, and said: "As the Celestial Master, who is the most powerful among the four Celestial Masters, will he still embarrass the juniors of the Qin family?"
The old farmer stretched out his fists and continued brushing the cow's hair. He said calmly: "Is the bloodline of Kaihuang great? Back then, some of Kaihuang's sons and daughters did evil, and a few of them were beaten to death by me. Among the four great heavenly masters, the one who ranked first was not
Me, what's the use of force? It's worse than the talker in the gutter."
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his temples. He dared to beat the emperor's children to death directly?
This martial arts master is really brave!
"How can Master Wu Dou be willing to let Teacher Woodcutter go?"
Qin Mu suddenly said seriously: "The rivers and lakes have their own rules, and the imperial court has their own rules. Since you are in the rivers and lakes, you must follow the rules of the rivers and lakes! Junior Qin Mu came to rescue the teacher and asked the Heavenly Master to draw a path.
!”
The old farmer raised his drooped eyelids and said with a smile: "The rules of the world? Very good! I want to see how many skills the talker has taught you! The wretched man who chopped firewood became the number one among the four heavenly masters by talking, you should
Aren’t you just learning his words?”
Qin Mu laughed loudly, his clothes moved automatically without any wind, and he made a hunting sound: "I am ashamed to say that since I debuted, I have always solved problems with my fists. I have fought all the way and never lost to others!"
The old farmer looked him up and down and sneered: "He hasn't even refined his martial soul. His fists have essence but no soul. He is a dishonest guy, and his words are loud. Come on, open the bullfighting palace!"
In the mountain village, farmers and women stood up one after another, shouted in unison, and punched.
The mountains behind the mountain village were moved away by the punch of the gods, and the space was torn apart, revealing a vast heavenly palace, which was located in the vast sky.
The heavens are open, the sun and moon are high, and the stars are shining brightly. There is actually a large country inside.
"Go to the Bullfighting Palace, there are rules in the world!"
The old farmer chuckled and said, "I won't care if I kill you!"
Qin Mu's scalp was numb, and Long Qilin turned around quietly, intending to slip away, but Qin Mu stepped on his tail, which frightened Long Qilin and almost fainted.
——The woodcutter raised his ax in the gutter: I can still ask for a monthly ticket~