Martial Saint

Chapter 726: Martial Saint

Qin Mu hesitated. Saving the woodcutter teacher was certainly important, but it seemed more interesting and meaningful to go with Hu Bugui to find Xu Shenghua and work with Xu Shenghua to create a method to merge the gods and ascend to the heavenly palace.

Moreover, the Woodcutter Saint is, after all, a deity of the Yaotai realm. He should not die even if he soaks in the stinky ditch for a year or two, so there seems to be no need to rush.

However, he was the woodcutter's disciple after all, and it would be unreasonable to leave the woodcutter soaking there without pulling him out of the stinky ditch.

However, even if Lao Niu let them go, they would not be able to defeat the powerful Emperor.

The old farmer is a strong man in the realm of Emperor's Throne, and he is an Emperor who entered the Tao through martial arts. There is an insurmountable distance from Lingxiao to the Emperor's Throne. Emperor Shi Tianwang Buddha is in the realm of Lingxiao, but he still has to shamelessly ask for the true scriptures from Lord Brahma Buddha. From this, we can see how difficult it is to become an Emperor.

He was still hesitating when suddenly the old farmer stepped down from the throne, walked out of the Lingxiao Palace and came to the door. His face was full of wrinkles, showing his vicissitudes of life. He said, "Sanduo, they have passed the test."

Lao Niu was slightly startled, and quickly said: "Master, they didn't even pass my level, let alone yours. Why did you say they passed it?"

The old farmer walked down the steps of the Lingxiao Palace. The old bull quickly landed on its front hooves and turned into a bull to follow behind him. The old farmer shook his head and said, "The purpose of the Bullfighting Palace test is to let the children understand the way of martial arts and comprehend a way to directly ascend across the Divine Bridge realm, giving future generations hope. I once thought that if someone defeated me, they could create this path."

He walked down and called Qin Mu and Hu Bugui. He looked them up and down, and smiled on his plain face that looked like it had been plowed by an iron plow. He said, "But I just suddenly thought of crossing the Divine Bridge and ascending directly to the Heavenly Palace. In fact, I have already done it. I am the first person who lacks the Divine Bridge realm. I haven't read many books, and my path is not suitable for others."

Qin Mu and Hu Bugui were both shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Who can cut off Wu Dou Tianshi's divine bridge?

Since Wu Dou Tianshi was able to advance to the divine realm despite missing a realm, why didn't he teach his skills to the people in the bullfighting world?

However, the thirty-six martial gods of Yujing City were not surprised at all. It was obvious that they had known that the old farmer was such a person.

"I just realized that what I can do, not everyone can do."

The old farmer said, "I have devoted my entire life to martial arts. I have nothing else in my heart. I am sincere and innocent. Although I have wonderful methods and tricks, others cannot learn them, and it is impossible for them to ascend to the Heavenly Palace like me. Even if Hu Bugui cultivates to my level and ascends to the Heavenly Palace, he will follow my old path. His skills still cannot allow more people in the bullfighting world to ascend to the Heavenly Palace. The woodcutter is right. This is not the way to solve the problem of the Bullfighting Palace."

The corners of his eyes twitched, he looked at Qin Mu, and continued: "The woodcutter came to me and said that the reformers in Yankang had a way to solve the problem of the Bullfighting Palace. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. The woodcutter is not useless, after all, he still accepted a good disciple... Hu Bugui, you can leave the Bullfighting world now."

Qin Mu felt a glimmer of hope and asked quickly, "Then Master Tian, ​​can I pull the teacher out of the gutter?"

The old farmer's face darkened. His face looked like a field that had been plowed a hundred times by an old ox. No smile could be seen, only wrinkles. "I don't talk like a woodcutter, talking nonsense. I fart and talk lightly. I mean what I say. I said that whoever dares to pull him out will have to take three punches from me. If you want to pull him out, you will have to take three punches from me!"

Qin Mu was startled. The old farmer raised his rough fist, showing his domineering aura at the peak of martial arts, and punched Qin Mu.

Boom.

His aura was boundless, but his fist was very light, hitting Qin Mu's chest lightly.

He knocked twice more, and Qin Mu's chest made a rumbling sound.

The old farmer retracted his fist and sneered, "Although you have initially achieved the Dao through martial arts, you are still far from perfection. Your physical body is still lacking. Continue to practice diligently and don't waste your tyrant body. Do you understand?"

Qin Mu was surprised and delighted: "Junior understands."

The old farmer smiled again, led the crowd out, and said with a smile: "But you are not bad, indeed you are not bad. The woodcutter is not just a talker, he has some skills, and he taught you so well. Hey, no, you are a tyrant, if it were me who taught, I would only teach better! The woodcutter is still not good enough, not as good as me!"

He seemed very happy, and the other war gods were also very happy and followed his footsteps.

Qin Mu looked around at them. These people were famous in their time, and the old farmer was a world-famous emperor. However, at this moment, they looked pure and simple, like ordinary farmers and farm women.

These are some lovely people.

But they are also a group of stubborn people.

It is difficult to get them to change, but as long as they realize their mistakes, they will correct them, even if they may say it reluctantly.

So they are still lovely people.

Hu Bugui was inexplicably excited. After leaving the Bullfighting Palace, he immediately headed straight for the bullfighting world in the underworld, prepared his equipment, and said goodbye to his relatives and friends.

Qin Mu called Long Qilin, and Long Qilin was indeed sleeping soundly outside the Bullfighting Palace, and did not secretly rescue the woodcutter and run away.

Qin Mu said sadly: "This is my mount, and that's Master Wudou's mount... Well, there's also Master Qiaofu's mount, the Black Tiger God, and Senior Brother Bashan's Green Ox..."

Long Qilin slept well and was in high spirits, but he was a little absent-minded as he had not eaten for more than ten days. He glanced at Qin Mu from time to time, wanting to remind him but not daring to.

In the village, the woodcutter saint was fished out of the water. Qin Mu was busy reconnecting the woodcutter's broken bones and treating his injuries. He soaked him in a large medicine jar and stewed him over a fire.

The woodcutter was holding a large bowl and eating medicine, the old farmer was sitting on a small stool next to him, and the old cow at the door was sitting on the ground, smoking a water pipe slowly, making a snoring sound.

Qin Mu sat next to the old cow and drank tea. He asked, "Brother Sanduo, you're not plowing the land today?"

The old cow said slowly, "The plowing is done. The rice has just been planted."

"You can't teach the Tyrant Body, it's not you who taught me." Inside the house, the old farmer spoke as slowly as the old cow and glanced at the woodcutter.

The woodcutter finished the medicine in the bowl, burped, handed the empty bowl to him, and said with a smile: "He is my disciple, and I taught him. You don't have such an outstanding disciple. You don't have the ability, and you can't teach him."

The old farmer snorted and took the empty bowl. "You didn't teach me that, so why are you so proud? You are just claiming credit again. This time I let Tyrant spare you out of his slack. Otherwise, you would have been soaked in the stinking ditch for more than a decade until you were rotten and only had a mouth left."

The woodcutter said sternly, "The master leads you to the door, but it is up to you to practice. I have many students all over the world, but who taught you? Who did you teach?"

The old farmer was dejected.

The woodcutter said calmly, "You are indeed the best in martial arts. There is no one in the whole world, in the universe, and even in the old heaven who can surpass you in martial arts. You are the only one who can rely on your own martial arts power to cross the void of the divine bridge and ascend to the heavenly palace without the divine bridge realm, and become a peerless martial god. Not to mention 20,000 years, even if we push it back hundreds of thousands of years or millions of years, you are the only one. You can succeed, but others can't be as successful as you, and you can't save the people of the bullfighting world."

The old farmer was silent.

The woodcutter continued, "And this time the Yankang Reform is fine. The grudges between us are trivial. I know you have lived in poverty these years. I know you found these orphans and widows after the war and took care of them. You also did a lot after the fall of Kaihuang. You wanted to find a way out for them. But you were too stupid and you still haven't found this way in 20,000 years."

The old farmer let out a roar like a trapped beast.

After the fall of the Kaihuang era, he took care of the orphans of his comrades who died in the battle, but he could only watch them die of old age one after another.

This was a great torture, and his heart was filled with guilt.

"Come out, come out, you are the Martial Saint."

The woodcutter looked at him with some pity, but more of expectation: "Kaihuang conferred us the title of Heavenly Master, but I am the only one who was conferred the title of Saint. However, his original intention was that all four of us could become Saints. You are the Martial Heavenly Master, the best in martial arts, no doubt, but a Saint is not about martial arts. Once you come out, you will be the only Martial Saint, Kaihuang's Martial Saint Heavenly Master!"

The old farmer remained silent.

The woodcutter did not continue to persuade.

He knew his old brother well enough to know that he was stubborn, but not incorrigible. In fact, he was only stubborn in words.

What I said has hit the nail on the head. He will figure it out and become a unique martial saint.

"I am persuaded by your words. I really want to go and see the Yankang Reform."

The old farmer suddenly said, "But I won't help Yankang. We were penniless in the Kaihuang era and started from scratch. Yankang has been praised so highly by you, so he can develop to the level of Kaihuang without our help. Why should he rely on losers like us?"

The woodcutter smiled and said, "We are just helping them buy some time, so that they won't be destroyed by the old heaven when they are still young. This doesn't go against your original intention, right? In the early days of the Kaihuang era, some of the remnants of the Shanghuang era also gave us a lot of help."

The old farmer smiled and said, "You remind me of my youthful days. In fact, I am also half a person of the Former Emperor's era."

"In fact, we are all half of the emperor's era, including Kaihuang."

The woodcutter said: "Life is like this, it is endless, and so is inheritance, it is passed from one era to another. Your martial arts spirit needs to be passed on, don't let your inheritance die out."

The old farmer stood up and sneered, "But I won't forgive you for this. After I leave here and Daxu, I will beat you up again when I'm in a bad mood. Just beg for mercy and hope that you can improve a few levels so that you can withstand my fists."

He walked out of the house.

The smile on the woodcutter's face froze. Qin Mu walked in from outside, changed his medicine, and whispered, "Does the teacher have a grudge against Wu Dou Tianshi?"

The woodcutter was listless and sighed: "I guess so. That was a thing of the past."

He obviously didn't want to talk about this past.

Qin Mu blinked, becoming even more curious, but said nothing.

The woodcutter was furious: "What's with that expression on your face? Do you want to know other people's private affairs so much?"

Qin Mu didn't say anything.

The woodcutter sighed, "It's okay to tell you. In fact, I had a good relationship with him, the scholar, and the fisherman. Although my cultivation was the weakest, they all respected me. Emperor Kaihuang asked me to preside over the reform and pushed me to the front. As the saying goes, a man with talent and a beautiful woman, a man who is too outstanding will be favored by women. At that time, he had a girl he liked..."

Qin Mu helped him change the medicine, but his ears pricked up and he listened carefully.

Outside the door, the old cow stopped snoring on his water pipe and his ears poked around the door.

The dragon unicorn was originally lying there listlessly, but at this moment it suddenly raised its head and flapped its big ears twice.

————Finally back home! Tired, but after finishing this chapter, I suddenly feel very fulfilled. It's the end of the month, brothers, I have chapters to update, do you have monthly tickets?