Chapter 728 — A Great Ship Capsizes in a Ditch
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The old ox looked at him, then at the Dragon Qilin cowering behind him, and could not help snorting with laughter. "Big Dumb Oaf couldn't beat me, so he went and found himself a helper. Whatever helper you are, you're no match for me either. Have you come to stick up for Big Dumb Oaf? " "Big Dumb Oaf?
" Shen Mu was slightly taken aback.
"You mean Fatty Long?
" "Daoist brother, Fatty Long was greatly offensive just now.
I beg your forgiveness.
" Shen Mu observed the full rites and said, "May I ask, is the Farmer in? " The old ox scratched at the scales on his belly, scraping with a rustling sound—those were dragon scales. Only then did Shen Mu notice that this old ox did indeed resemble the Green Ox of Bashan Libationer; both seemed to be of dragon breed, and both were covered in lumps of muscle. But the Green Ox's delight was eating peony flowers, loving plants and blossoms, showing off its muscles, whereas this old ox was hugging a water pipe and smoking, and liked to drink tea while he smoked. "Could this old ox have some connection to the Green Ox?
" he wondered inwardly. The old ox blew out a smoke ring, glanced at him, and said, "You look young. You probably don't know my master. Who are you, and what business do you have with my master?
" Shen Mu smiled. "I am a disciple of the Woodcutter Heavenly Master, one of the Four Great Heavenly Masters of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court.
I have already met the Fisherman and the Woodcutter; there are two Heavenly Masters I have not yet met. Might Daoist brother introduce me? " "My master is just a farmer.
What is there to see? " The old ox poured out his water pipe and said, "A few days ago a woodcutter came looking for him and was beaten half to death. He's been lying in the stinking ditch at the village entrance for a month without moving. Since you're the woodcutter's disciple, you may call me senior brother.
No need for 'Daoist brother.
'" "The woodcutter? " Shen Mu was startled. "Master Woodcutter was beaten? Lying there for a month? Which village?
" The old ox stood up, planted his forehooves, and swished his tail.
"I'll take you there. But don't think you can fish him out.
My master said, let the wretch rot in the ditch. Whoever dares fish him out gets three punches from my master. Three punches from my master could punch three holes in the sky! " Shen Mu called the Dragon Qilin over. The Dragon Qilin was somewhat reluctant, deeply afraid of this old ox, but the old ox was magnanimous and laughed. "Big dog, no need to fear me.
You're still young. When you grow up, you'll be able to pin me down and beat me. " The Dragon Qilin's eyes lit up. "Really? " "False.
" The old ox drained the tea on the stone table in one gulp.
His tongue curled, and the teacup and teapot vanished.
Then he walked forward with perfect composure. "You're too green. With that little body of yours, refine another thousand years and I could still beat three of you with one hoof. Never mind you—true dragons, qilins, I've beaten more than I can count. Our village is just ahead, not far. A little mountain village. " The Dragon Qilin hung his head, dejected. Shen Mu smiled.
"Senior Brother Ox, Fatty Long may be young, but he shouldn't be underestimated.
I have taught him the Ancestral Dragon Supreme Mystery Art, a divine art of the Imperial Throne level. His cultivation advances with astonishing speed. In the future, it's not certain he won't surpass you. " "My name is Niu Sanduo. " The old ox swished his tail.
"A cultivation art isn't about strong or weak.
It's about whether it's your own. His art isn't his own, and he has qilin bloodline besides. The Ancestral Dragon Supreme Mystery Art should be a dragon clan art, no? He can only refine half of it. The other half is full of flaws. It would be a wonder if he could beat me. Without walking your own path, any art you cultivate is wasted effort.