Qin Mu hesitated. Although it was important to save the woodcutter teacher, it seemed more interesting and meaningful to team up with Hu Bugui to find the Xushenghua, and together with the Xushenghua to create the method of uniting the gods and possessions to ascend to the heavenly palace.
Moreover, the Woodcutter Saint is, after all, a deity in the Yaotai realm. He probably wouldn't die even if he soaked in a smelly ditch for a year and a half. There seems to be no need to rush.
However, after all, I am the woodcutter's disciple, so it really doesn't make sense to let the woodcutter soak there without taking him out of the smelly ditch.
However, even if Lao Niu lets the water go, they can't beat the powerful one on the throne.
The old farmer is a strong man in the realm of the emperor, and he is an emperor who enters the Tao through martial arts. There is an insurmountable distance from Lingxiao to the throne of emperor. Emperor Shakti is in the realm of Lingxiao, but he still has to shamelessly go to Brahma.
From the Sutra of King Buddha, we can see how difficult it is to be on the throne of the emperor.
He was hesitating when suddenly the old farmer stepped down from the throne, walked out of the Lingxiao Palace and came to the door. His face was full of wrinkles, showing the vicissitudes of life, and said: "Sanduo, they have passed the test."
Lao Niu was slightly startled and said quickly: "Sir, they haven't even passed my test, let alone my master's test. Why did I say they passed it?"
The old farmer walked down the steps of Lingxiao Palace. The old cow quickly hit the ground with its front hooves and turned into a cow and followed behind him. The old farmer shook his head and said: "The purpose of the Bullfighting Palace test is to let the children understand how to enter the Tao through martial arts and comprehend.
Create a path that can cross the realm of the Divine Bridge and directly ascend, giving hope to future generations. I once thought that if someone defeated me, they could create this path."
He walked down, called Qin Mu and Hu Bugui, looked them up and down, a smile appeared on his face that was as simple as an iron plow, and said: "But it suddenly occurred to me just now that you can fly directly across the sacred bridge.
Heavenly Palace, in fact, I have already done it. I am the first person to lack the realm of Shenqiao. I have not read many books, and my path is not suitable for others."
Qin Mu and Hu Bugui were both shocked and looked at him in disbelief.
Who can cut off the divine bridge of the martial arts master?
Since the martial arts master has entered the divine realm even though he has lost 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 at all by this, obviously they had known for a long time that the old farmer was such a person.
"I just figured out that not everyone can do what I can do."
The old farmer said: "I have devoted my whole life to martial arts. I have nothing else in my heart. I am sincere and innocent. Although I have wonderful methods and secrets, others cannot learn them. They cannot learn them and it is impossible for them to ascend to the heavenly palace like me.
Even if Hu Bugui reaches my level of cultivation and ascends to the Heavenly Palace, he will follow the same path as me. His skills will still not allow more people in the bullfighting world to ascend to the Heavenly Palace. The woodcutter is right, this is not the solution to the Bullfighting Palace.
Solutions to difficult problems.”
The corners of his eyes trembled, he looked at Qin Mu, and continued: "The woodcutter came to me and said that the reformers in Yankang had a way to solve the problem of the Bullfighting Palace. I didn't believe it at first, but I believe it now. Chop
Chai is not without merit, he has gained a good disciple after all... Hu Bugui, you can leave the bullfighting world."
Qin Mu felt a glimmer of hope in his heart and said quickly: "Then Master, can I fish the teacher out of the gutter?"
The old farmer's face darkened. His face looked like it had been plowed a hundred times by an old cow. There was no smile, only wrinkles. "I don't speak like a woodcutter with a mouth full of firewood and farts."
Qing Yundan, I keep my word, I said that whoever dares to fish him out will be punched by me three times. If you want to fish him out, you will be punched by my punches three times!"
Qin Mu was startled, and the old farmer raised his rough fist. The domineering power of the peak martial arts was clearly visible, and he punched Qin Mu.
Boom.
His momentum was boundless, but his fist was very light, and he lightly knocked on Qin Mu's chest.
He knocked twice more, and Qin Mu made a sobbing sound from his chest.
The old farmer retracted his fist and sneered: "Although you have initially achieved Taoism through martial arts, you are still far from being a master. Your physical body is still lacking. Continue to practice hard and don't waste your hegemonic body. Do you understand?"
Qin Mu was surprised and happy: "Junior understands."
The old farmer smiled again, led the crowd outside, and said with a smile: "But you are not bad, you are indeed not bad. The woodcutter is not just a talker, he is quite capable, and he has taught you so well. Hey,
No, you are a hegemonic person. If I were to teach you, you would be able to teach better! You are still not good at chopping wood, not as good as me!"
He seemed very happy, and the other gods of war were also very happy and followed his footsteps.
Qin Mu looked left and right, looking at them. These people were famous and famous back then, and the old farmer was a powerful man who was famous all over the world. However, at this moment, they were all pure and simple, like ordinary farmers and women.
These are some lovely people.
But they are 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 not happy about it.
So they are still lovely people.
Hu Bugui was inexplicably excited. After leaving the Bullfighting Palace, he immediately went straight to the lower world of bullfighting to prepare his clothes and say goodbye to his relatives and friends.
Qin Mu then called up Long Qilin, who was indeed sleeping soundly outside the Bullfighting Palace and did not secretly pick up the woodcutter and run away.
Qin Mu said sadly: "This is my mount. Over there is the mount of Master Wudou... Well, there is also the Black Tiger God, the mount of Teacher Woodcutter, and the Green Bull of Senior Brother Bashan..."
Long Qilin slept well and was full of energy, but he felt a little absent-minded after not eating for more than ten days. He glanced at Qin Mu from time to time, wanting to remind him but he didn't dare.
In the village, the woodcutter saint was fished out. Qin Mu was busy reattaching the woodcutter's broken bones, treating his injuries, soaking him in a large medicine vat, and stewing him under the fire.
The woodcutter was holding a big bowl and taking medicine. The old farmer next to him was sitting on a small stool. The old cow at the door was sitting on the ground, smoking a hookah slowly and purring.
Qin Mu sat next to the old cow, drank tea, and asked, "Brother Sanduo, are you not going to plow the land today?"
The old cow said slowly: "The plowing is over. The rice has just been planted."
"You didn't teach Ba Ti. 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 drank the medicine in the bowl, burped, handed him the empty bowl, and said with a smile: "He is my disciple, and I taught him. You don't have such an outstanding disciple, 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 me, so what are you proud of? You just pretended to take the credit again. This time you sold it to Ba Ti to save face. I'll spare you, otherwise you'll end up in the ditch."
After more than ten years, you will be so rotten that you will have only one mouth left."
The woodcutter said sternly: "Master, let me in. Cultivation is a matter of personal practice. I have so many students all over the world, who taught you? Who did you teach?"
The old farmer was sad.
The woodcutter said calmly: "You are indeed the number one in martial arts. In the whole world, in the universe, even in the old heaven, there is no one who can surpass you in martial arts. Who can surpass you in the martial arts without the realm of Shenqiao
Now, you are the only one who can rely on your personal martial arts power to fly across the sky of the Divine Bridge to the Heavenly Palace and become a peerless martial god. Not to mention 20,000 years, even if you push it forward for hundreds of thousands or millions of years
, you are the only one. You can succeed, but others cannot be as successful as you, and you cannot save the people in the bullfighting world."
The old farmer was silent.
The woodcutter continued: "The Yankang Reform is possible this time. The grudge between us is a trivial matter. I know that you have been very poor these years. I know that after the war, you found these orphans and widows to take care of them. After the fall of Kaihuang, you also
You have done a lot of things. You want to find a way for them to survive. But you are too stupid and have not 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 behind by his comrades who died in battle, but he could only watch them die of old age one after another.
This was a huge torture and made his heart full of guilt.
"Come out, come out, you will be the Martial Saint."
The woodcutter looked at him with some pity in his eyes, but more with expectation: "Kaihuang made us Heavenly Masters, but I was the only one who made him a saint. But his original intention was that all four of us could become saints.
You are the Martial Saint, the best in martial arts, there is no doubt, but a saint is not a martial artist. When you step out, you will be the only Martial Saint, the Martial Saint Master who founded the emperor!"
The old farmer is still silent.
The woodcutter did not continue to persuade.
He knew this old brother well and knew that he was stubborn, but he was not stubborn. In fact, he was just stubborn in words.
What he said has reached the point. He will figure it out and become a unique martial saint.
"I was moved by your talk about Yankang's reforms. I really want to take a look."
The old farmer suddenly said: "But I won't help Yankang. In the founding era, we were poor and started from scratch. You have praised Yankang so well, so why should we rely on Yankang if we can develop to the height of Yankang without our help?"
We losers?”
The woodcutter smiled and said: "We are just helping them buy some time to prevent them from being 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
Some remaining existences have also given us a lot of help."
The old farmer smiled and said, "You remind me of those green days again. In fact, I am half a person from the emperor's era."
"Actually, we are all half-emperors, including Kaihuang."
The woodcutter said: "Life is like this, endless, and so is inheritance. It is handed over from one era to the hands of people in another era. Your martial arts spirit needs to be passed down, and your inheritance should not be extinct."
The old farmer stood up and sneered: "But I won't forgive you just yet. After I walk out of here and out of the ruins, I will beat you up when I'm in a bad mood. Just beg grandpa to tell grandma, hoping that you can improve yourself a few levels.
Just be able to withstand my fist."
He walked out of the house.
The smile on the woodcutter's face froze. Qin Mu walked in from outside the house, changed his dressing, and whispered: "Does the teacher have any grudge against the martial arts master?"
The woodcutter was listless and sighed: "That's right. That's a past event."
He obviously didn't want to mention this past incident.
Qin Mu blinked his eyes and became more curious, but said nothing.
The woodcutter was angry: "What's your expression? Do you want to know other people's private affairs so much?"
Qin Mu said nothing.
The woodcutter sighed: "It's okay to tell you. In fact, I had a very good relationship with him, as well as the scholar and the fisherman back then. Although my cultivation was the weakest, they all respected me. Kaihuang asked me to preside over the reform.
, pushed me to the front of the stage, the so-called talent and beauty, if a man is too outstanding, he will be favored by women. At that time, he had a girl he liked..."
Qin Mu helped him change the dressing, but his ears couldn't help but prick up and he listened carefully.
Outside the door, the old cow no longer snored and smoked hookah, and the cow's ears poked from the outside to the inside.
Long Qilin was lying listlessly, but now he suddenly raised his head and flapped his big ears twice.
————I’m finally home! I’m tired, but I suddenly feel very fulfilled after writing this chapter. It’s the end of the month, brothers, I have chapters updated, do you have a monthly pass?