Chapter 727 — The Old Stubborn Bull
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu tried them on, found them perfectly to his liking, and embroidered Heavenly Fire patterns and Youdu script on them with gold and silver thread as ornaments. These two kinds of runes would ensure that, even if he met again with an explosion of that force, his clothes would not be blown to pieces.
"Your Highness, these days the people of the Skyfeather Clan are consumed with longing for home; they are always wanting to return to the Skyfeather World.
" Yu Zhaoqing cautiously probed Shen Mu's intentions, smiling.
"Now that Jingping no longer faces the threat of heavenly calamities, should we not begin to give thought to the worlds of the heavens? " Shen Mu knew very well what she meant, and smiled.
"Jingping has only just become stable, and a hundred things await restoration. The emperor does not have enough troops to pacify the Skyfeather World. The Skyfeather World is like the Desolate Waste: by day it is passably normal, but at night the darkness invades. Since the darkness has not yet been quelled, elder sister had better wait a few days more. When the Celestial-Yin Goddess has thoroughly put down the remaining troubles of the Celestial-Yin Realm, you will be able to return to the Skyfeather World. " Yu Zhaoqing could only say, "This humble woman will await Your Highness's word.
" Shen Mu drew a map and said, "Chieftain, you may take some of the clan's young men and women and make a trip to the Celestial-Yin Realm first.
The Celestial-Yin Goddess is short of hands there. When you arrive, she will give you important posts — the benefits will be many. Once the other clans enter the Celestial-Yin Realm, those benefits will no longer be so abundant. I also have to go to Fengdu, and I fear I will not have the leisure to escort you there. " Yu Zhaoqing was overjoyed and hurriedly set about making arrangements.
Shen Mu bade farewell to Chancellor Bashan and Little Snow Fox, and set out immediately for the Desolate Waste.
When he reached the Desolate Waste and entered Fengdu, he left the Dragon Qilin waiting outside, but he did not see Di Yiyue or Tian Shu.
Fengdu was exactly as it had always been, with no sign of renovation. "Can elder sister Di Yiyue still be searching for Heavenly King Tian Shu? " Shen Mu was puzzled.
He left Fengdu on the little boat of the Daoist Lingjing, only to see the Dragon Qilin with a black-and-blue face, thoroughly battered and bedraggled.
Shen Mu asked hastily what had happened. The Dragon Qilin said, "I ran into an old ox plowing the fields.
It looked somewhat like the Green Ox, so I thought I would pick on it a bit — but I ended up getting beaten. " Shen Mu was startled.
"Where is this old ox?
" The Dragon Qilin led him to settle the score, and they came near a few mu of paddy fields. From afar, Shen Mu saw an old ox sitting in the shade of a tree with its hindquarters on the ground, its two hind legs braced against the earth like a person's, while a front hoof leisurely held a water pipe. The ox was puffing out clouds of smoke, eyes narrowed, gazing at the rice paddies. Beside it was a small stone table, with tea steeping upon it.
Shen Mu stepped forward, made a formal bow, and said, "Daoist brother.
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