Chapter 811 — Showing Off His Skills
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
You should plant yours too. I'll water it for you every day. " Shen Mu's eyes went wide. He looked up and saw that this primordial tree had already grown over ten zhang tall. Fortunately the courtyard was large enough that it didn't seem too conspicuous.
But the tree was still growing—in just a brief moment, it had grown a bit more. "Let's plant ours together.
In a few days, when it's grown thick and sturdy, phoenixes will come seeking it. " Gongsun Yan held the teapot and smiled. "I'll teach you how to weave a phoenix nest.
That'll surely attract phoenixes. " Shen Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head.
"I like running around everywhere. I can't put down roots. Besides, I'm not a tree.
" Gongsun Yan's expression dimmed.
Shen Mu said hastily, "Once this Earth Mother's Dao Fruit has been digested, I'll plant it, and another primordial tree will grow to keep you company. Senior Brother Sanduo, give Ah Shui and the fat dragon a good hard drilling!
" Niu Sanduo assented. He pulled the dragon qilin along, called the water qilin over, and headed out.
"Let's go turn over a few hundred mu of wasteland outside the capital first. I'll teach you two how to loosen up your muscles and bones with the martial dao.
" The water qilin held him in considerable awe and said with a flattering smile, "Brother Niu, do you eat spirit pills?
" Shen Mu watched them leave into the distance. Suddenly his head felt cool—Gongsun Yan was watering him again, stubbornly determined to make him grow a flower. Shen Mu was helpless. He simply sat down beneath her primordial spirit and prepared to open his second divine treasury.
More than ten days later, he opened his second divine treasury and sent someone to invite the old farmer. The old farmer came rushing over, punched him once, and left without staying. Another six or seven days passed.
Shen Mu again sent someone to invite him, and again the old farmer punched him once and left.
Old Niu blocked his way and asked, "Master, why not stay here? Why bother running back and forth?
" The old farmer gave a cold hum. "Staying here isn't pleasant.
Every day I get beaten down by clever people. I'd rather run back and forth. The woodcutter's coming—I'm leaving first!
" Then from afar came the voice of the Woodcutter Sage, laughing. "Farmer, who's been beating you down every day?
" The old farmer clenched his fists, his expression anything but friendly.