Chapter 727

Qin Mu hesitated. Saving the woodcutter teacher is of course very important, but it seems more interesting and meaningful to go with Hu Bu to find xushenghua and create a method of flying into the heavenly palace with xushenghua.

Moreover, the woodcutter saint is a God in the realm of Yaotai after all. He should not die after soaking in the smelly ditch for a year and a half. It seems that there is no need to rush for a while.

However, I am a woodcutter's disciple after all. It's really unreasonable to let the woodcutter soak there without fishing him out of the smelly ditch.

However, even if the old cow releases water, they can't beat the emperor.

Lao Nong is the strong one in the realm of emperor throne, and he is the emperor throne who enters the Tao with martial arts. There is an insurmountable distance from Lingxiao to Emperor throne. Emperor Shi Tianwang Buddha is the realm of Lingxiao. However, he still has to be shameless to ask for the scriptures of Brahma King Buddha. From this, we can see how difficult the emperor throne is.

He was hesitating. Suddenly, the old farmer stepped down from the throne, walked out of the Lingxiao hall and came to the door. His face was full of wrinkles, showing the vicissitudes of life, and said, "more than three, they have passed the customs."

The cow was slightly stunned and hurriedly said, "master, they haven't even passed my level, let alone the master level. Why did the master say that he passed the level?"

The old farmer walked down the steps of Lingxiao hall. The old cow hurriedly landed on the ground and turned into a cow to follow him. The old farmer shook his head and said, "the purpose of the bullfighting palace test is to let children understand how to enter the Tao with martial arts, understand a road that can directly soar across the realm of Shenqiao, and give future generations a hope. Once I thought that if someone defeated me, they could create this road."

He came down, called Qin Mu and Hu bugui, looked up and down at them, and smiled on their faces as if they had been ploughed by an iron plow. "But I suddenly thought of crossing the divine bridge and flying directly to the heavenly palace. In fact, I have already done it. I am the first person who lacks the realm of the divine bridge. I haven't read many books, and my path is not suitable for others."

Qin Mu and Hu bugui were shocked and looked at him unbelievably.

Who can break the divine bridge of the martial master?

Since the martial arts master can enter the divine realm without a realm, why doesn't he teach his skill to the people in the bullfighting world?

However, the thirty-six martial gods in Yujing city were not surprised at this. It was obvious that they had long known that the old farmer was such a person.

"I just figured out that not everyone can do what I can do."

Old rural road: "I devote my whole life to martial arts, and I don't have anything else in my heart. Sincere, childe, although I have a magic trick, others can't learn it, and it's impossible to fly to the heaven palace like me. Even if Hu bugui practices to my step, flying to the heaven Palace, he is also on my old path, and his skill still can't make more people in the bullfighting world fly to the heaven palace. Firewood cutters are right, this is not the way to solve the problem of the bullfighting palace Law. "

His eyes trembled, looked at Qin Mu, and continued: "the woodcutter came to me, saying that the reformers of Yankang had a way to solve the problem of bullfighting palace. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it. The woodcutter is not useless, after all, he still accepted a good disciple... Hu bugui, you can leave the bullfighting world."

Qin Mu's heart gave birth to a glimmer of hope, and he hurriedly said, "then, master, can I get the teacher out of the gutter?"

The old farmer's face sank. His face seemed to have been ploughed by an old cow a hundred times. He couldn't see any smile, but only wrinkles: "I don't talk like a woodcutter with a full mouth of firewood, and I'm as light as a fart. I do what I say. I said that whoever dares to fish him out will eat my three fists. If you fish him out, you will eat my three fists!"

Qin Mu was startled, and the old farmer raised his rough fist. The domineering spirit of the peak of martial arts was at a glance, and a punch hit Qin Mu.

Dong.

His momentum was boundless, but his fist was very light, gently knocking on Qin Mu's chest.

He knocked twice again, and Qin Mu's chest made a sound.

The old farmer withdrew his fist and sneered, "although you have initially achieved martial arts, you are still far from Dacheng, and your body is still lacking. Continue to practice hard, and don't waste your body. Understand?"

Qin Mu was surprised and happy: "younger generation understands."

The old farmer smiled again, led the crowd to go out, and said with a smile, "but you are not bad, indeed you are not bad. The woodcutter is not just a mouthful, but also has some skills to teach you so well. Hey, no, you are a bully. If I teach you, you will only teach better! The woodcutter is still not good, not as good as me!"

He seemed very happy, and the other gods of war were also very happy to follow his footsteps.

Qin Mu looked around and looked at them. These people were famous at that time, and the old farmer was even more famous. However, at the moment, they are 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 recognize their mistakes, they will correct them, even if they are reluctant to speak.

So they are still lovely people.

Hu bugui was inexplicably excited. After leaving the bullfighting palace, he immediately went straight to the bullfighting world of the lower world, ready to wear his clothes and bid farewell to his relatives and friends.

Qin Mu called long Qilin, who was indeed asleep outside the bullfighting palace and did not secretly catch the woodcutter up and run away.

Qin Mu said sadly, "this is my mount, and there is the mount of the martial master... Well, there is the mount of the woodcutter teacher, the Black Tiger God, and the green ox of senior brother Bashan..."

Long Qilin was full of sleep and energetic, but he was always absent-minded after not eating for more than ten days. He glanced at Qin Mu from time to time to remind him that he was afraid.

In the village, the woodcutter saint was fished up. Qin Mu hurried around, connecting the broken bone for the woodcutter, treating the injury, soaking him in a large medicine jar and stewing it with fire below.

The woodcutter took medicine with a big bowl in his hand. The old farmer next to him was sitting on a small stool, and the old cow at the door was sitting on the ground, slowly smoking hookah and snoring.

Qin Mu sat beside the old cow drinking tea and asked, "elder martial brother Sanduo, are you not farming today?"

The old cow said slowly, "the ploughing is over. The rice has just been planted."

"You didn't teach bullying. 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 the empty bowl to him, and said with a smile, "he is my disciple, which is what I taught. You don't have such an excellent disciple, and you can't teach without this skill."

The old farmer snorted and took the empty bowl: "it's not your teaching. What are you proud of? You're just pretending to take credit again. This time, it's to sell bully a face and spare you. Otherwise, you'll only have a mouth left after soaking in the smelly ditch for more than ten years."

The woodcutter said in a straight face, "master led me in and practiced in person. I have peaches and plums all over the world. Who taught you? Who did you teach?"

The old farmer was gloomy.

The woodcutter said faintly: "You are indeed the first in martial arts. In the universe, even in the old Tianting, there is no one who can surpass you in martial arts. You are the only one who can fly across the divine bridge to the heaven palace and become a peerless martial god with the power of your own martial arts without the realm of the divine bridge. Don't mention 20000 years, even if you push forward hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, you are the only one. You can succeed, Others can't be as successful as you. You can't save the people in the bullfighting world. "

The old farmer was silent.

The woodcutter continued, "and this Yankang reform is OK. The gratitude and resentment between us is a small matter. I know that you have been very poor these years. I know that you found these orphans and widows to take care of them after the war, and you have done a lot of things after the fall of the emperor. You want to find a way for them to survive. But you are too stupid to find this way for 20000 years."

The old farmer's throat sent out a trapped animal like roar.

After the collapse of kaihuang era, he took care of the orphans left by his comrades in arms who died in the war, but he could only watch them die one by one.

This was a great torture, which filled his heart with guilt.

"Come out, come out, you are a martial saint."

The woodcutter looked at him with some pity, but more expectation: "kaihuang made us heavenly masters, but I was the only one who made us saints. But his original intention was that all four of us could become saints. You are the martial master, force first, no doubt, but the saint is not force. Come out, you are the only martial saint, the martial saint of kaihuang!"

The old farmer is still silent.

The woodcutter did not continue to persuade.

He knows this old brother very well and knows that he is stubborn, but he is not stubborn. In fact, he is just stubborn.

His words have reached the point. He will figure it out and become a unique martial saint.

"I was persuaded by you. I really want to have a look at the reform and reform of Yankang."

The old farmer suddenly said, "but I won't help Yankang anything. We started from scratch in the era of the emperor. Yankang is so good that you can develop to the height of Yankang without our help. Why rely on us losers?"

The woodcutter laughed and said, "we're just helping them buy time so that they won't be destroyed by the old heaven when they were young. Isn't this against your original intention? In the early days of the emperor's reign, some remnants of the emperor's reign also helped us a lot."

The old farmer smiled and said, "you remind me of those green years again. In fact, I am also half of the emperor."

"In fact, we are all half the people of the emperor's era, including kaihuang."

The woodcutter said, "life is like this, and so is inheritance. It is handed over from one era to another. Your martial spirit needs to be passed down, and don't let your inheritance die out."

The old farmer got up and sneered, "but I won't forgive you for this. When I get out of here and out of the market, I'll beat you when I'm in a bad mood. Just ask my grandpa to sue my grandma, hoping that I can improve my level and can carry my fist."

He went out of the room.

The woodcutter's smile froze. Qin Mu came in from outside the house, changed his dressing, and whispered, "does the teacher have a grudge against the martial master?"

The woodcutter was listless and sighed, "it's a thing of the past."

He obviously didn't want to mention the past.

Qin Mu blinked, more curious, but did not speak.

The woodcutter was angry: "what's your expression? Do you want to know other people's private affairs so much?"

Qin Mu didn't speak.

The woodcutter sighed, "it doesn't matter to tell you. In fact, I had a good relationship with him, scholars and fishermen in those days. Although my cultivation was the weakest, they all respected me very much. The emperor asked me to preside over the reform and pushed me to the stage. The so-called beauty and talent, if a man is too excellent, he will be favored by women. At that time, he had a girl he liked..."

Qin Mu helped him change his dressing, but his ears couldn't help branching up and listening carefully.

Outside the door, the old cow no longer snores, and the cow's ear pokes into the door from the outside.

Long Qilin was lying listless. At this moment, he suddenly looked up and slapped his big ears twice.

————Finally home! Tired, but I suddenly feel very full after writing this chapter. At the end of the month, brothers, I have updated chapters. Do you have monthly tickets?