Chapter 329 — The Old and New Supremes of the Sword Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu raised both hands and made a lifting motion, and the entire herb plot rose of itself into the air; then he stowed that patch of medicinal earth away in Ban Gongcuo's Taotie Pouch. Ban Gongcuo's pouch was better than his own, its inner space larger, roomy enough to hold a whole plot of herbs. Shen Mu slung the Alchemist's medicine basket on his back and set the village head inside it. The village head said angrily, "What are you doing, you little brat?
Put me down! " "I cannot leave you here.
" Shen Mu tightened the straps of the basket. "If anything should happen to you, who would ever know?
From now on, wherever I go, Grandpa Village Head comes with me! " The village head fell silent, touched despite himself, and then laughed.
"Put me down.
Silly child, I am old, I cannot go roving anymore. Besides, I promised the King of Hell that when I die I will go to his Realm of the Living Dead.
When my time comes, a bird god will come to fetch me. " At once Shen Mu felt the medicine basket grow immeasurably heavy, as though he were carrying a mountain on his back. He knew the village head did not wish to leave the Ruins, so he blinked and said, "Does Grandpa Village Head not want to see the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping? Does the old Sword God not want to see the new Sword God?
The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping is hailed as a sage who appears but once in five hundred years, well worth seeing. " The basket on his back suddenly grew light, and a note of heroic spirit seemed to enter the village head's voice. "A new generation of Sword God? Well, then. It would be good to see him before I die of old age.
Come, let us go and meet the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping! "