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Chapter 736 — The Pinnacle of Martial Arts

The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4

The old farmer smiled and said, "You have made me recall those green years again. In truth, I am also half a man of the Shanghuang era."

"In truth, all of us are half men of the Shanghuang era — including Kaihuang himself."

The woodcutter said, "Such is life — ceaseless generation, and such is inheritance, passed from one era into the hands of the next. Your martial spirit must be passed on. Do not let your legacy die out."

The old farmer rose and said with a cold smile, "But I will not forgive you for this. After I leave here, after I leave the Wasteland Ruins, when I am in a bad mood I will still beat you. So beg your grandparents, pray to heaven and earth, and hope you can raise yourself a few realms to withstand my fists."

He walked out of the room.

The smile on the woodcutter's face froze. Shen Mu came in from outside, changed his medicine, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, do you have a grudge with the Martial Arts Heavenly Master?"

The woodcutter was listless, and sighed: "You could say so. It is a matter of the past."

He clearly did not wish to bring it up.

Shen Mu blinked, all the more curious, but said nothing.

The woodcutter was exasperated: "What kind of expression is that? You want to know other people's private affairs so badly?"

Shen Mu said nothing.

The woodcutter sighed: "There is no harm in telling you. In truth, back then he and I, and the Scholar and the Fisherman too, were all on quite good terms. My cultivation was the weakest, yet they all respected me greatly. Kaihuang had me preside over the reforms and pushed me to the forefront. As the saying goes, a talented man and a beautiful woman — when a man is too outstanding, women will favor him. At the time, he had a girl he liked..."

Shen Mu helped him change his medicine, but his ears pricked up all the same, listening carefully.

Outside the door, Old Ox stopped puffing at his water pipe, and an ox ear poked in from beyond the doorway.

The Dragon Qilin, which had been lying there listlessly, suddenly raised its head, its big ears flapping twice.