Dao Mu was tireless, beating for a quarter of an hour, his hands were bloody, and he failed to lay down a grain of ice powder.

The old man shook his head and sighed lightly while exchanging his pipe for tobacco, "Resentment, anger, and despair are useless and not the right way." You worship me as a teacher, I teach you the art of disaster herding, and your future will be changed because of this. The old man's words were like a demon's whisper, causing Dao Mu to stop his crazy movements.

His hands trembled, blood was dripping, beads of sweat slipped down his forehead and dripped on the wound, and Dao Mu screamed in pain. Moo, Ah Meng turned his head and licked a few times, the pain became more and more intense, but after a few breaths, the wound recovered as before.

Dao Mu tried to calm his mood, and the little reason left told him that this was a crossroads in his life, and he could not be sloppy.

"Learning to be a ......" The fat grandfather was still persuading himself to learn to teach pastoralism before leaving, as if he had just spoken at the moment, and his memory was still fresh.

"Shepherding disasters is also herding, and shepherding is also herding, and the two are just different views on Taoism, but they do not conflict. The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette and spit out a phoenix.

Click, the smoke froze, but instead of falling like the others, it turned into an ice phoenix, flew out of the ten-mile realm, swooped down, grabbed a royal beast and a disaster beast with sharp claws, and threw it into the sky, the phoenix's mouth was wide open, and the two beasts were swallowed alive.

"There is no other way for you to do anything other than the calamity, the body of the calamity chronicle is also a calamity, your eyes are too demonic, and the normal way of cultivating immortals is almost useless to you. ”

Dao Mu either dies, or apprentices to learn to shepherd disaster Dao Mu, choose one of the two, there is no other choice, how else can you choose? Dao Mu opened his mouth to agree several times, but every time the words reached his throat, he swallowed it in a daze.

The words of the fat head and the thin head are vivid in their minds, and the last thing they want is to become a herdsman and bring disaster to the world.

"This son is too prejudiced against herdsmen...... old man said secretly in his heart, but he did not open his mouth to persuade how good the herding is and how bad the herding is.

The image of a pastor who is upright and upright has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but the shepherd is like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, how can he change the Taoist pastor through a few words.

The old booklet that Dao Mu held tightly in his hand made him give up the idea of worshipping the old man as a teacher and becoming a disaster herder again and again.

"It's not impossible to save your sister, it's just too risky, and if you're a little careless, your sister and brother have no one to live......" The old man was very attentive to Daomu, and his words were sometimes modest, sometimes so extreme that even Daomu frowned.

This time, it made Dao Mu's face show joy, "What conditions does the old man have before he can tell the method?" He put the old booklet into his arms again, "If I can rescue my sister and let her be safe, why not worship you as a teacher." ”

"When do I need to let others be my apprentices through this kind of means? What I want is for you to be willing to worship me as a teacher, not to be unwilling, otherwise it will not be good for everyone. The old man shook his head and sneered, patted his thigh repeatedly, the smoke in his mouth continued to gush, and the big buffalo who sat down couldn't help grinning, as if mocking the herd, "What's the matter with telling you, as long as you are not afraid of death, the old man will let you see the real methods of the herdsman." ”

"Please also ask the old man to give advice!" said Dao Mu bowed cautiously.

"Watch me do it, don't resist. ”

"Good!"

......

Snake farm.

Since the departure of Dao Mu, the first batch of living people have been ushered in, mostly immortal cultivators, mixed with a little nomadic herdsman to explore the disaster, and most of these immortal cultivators have heard that the disaster has been shocked by the ice and left behind, just for the ethereal immortal fate.

"Carving wood and making it clear, good and fresh. ”

I saw that there was nothing to be afraid of in this mountain forest, that the birds and beasts were peaceful and peaceful, and that there were no people around, and that this ancient tree was so great that it became a forest alone, and it did not seem to have any signs of calamity. ”

"The tree is full of life, and in a few years, it will be full of fruit. I'm afraid that this person will see that this tree is extraordinary, so he carved this vulgar prank. ”

Since ancient times, the shepherds have carved monuments with stones, there are nothing more than two, one is to hope that their achievements will be remembered and praised by future generations, and the other is because the stone is easy to find, and can last forever, with stone inscriptions can not only warn the world, but also can suppress its calamity, and prevent the calamity from rising again, for the world.

"No, I have heard that there is a place here that is rich in all kinds of snakes, and I think it is this mountain forest. ”

"That's weird, I looked around, I didn't see any people, and I didn't see any snakes, didn't there really be a disaster?"

“......”

These immortal cultivators have never seen calamities and dangers along the way, and they have never been in danger until they reach the snake farm, so that they think that the cataclysm is exaggerated by others.

This forest, the ancient trees are towering, lush and lush, and the spiritual grass and spiritual fruits can be seen everywhere, where it seems that the calamity has raged, but it seems that God has blessed this mountain forest to become a blessed land and cave.

"Phew, the one who sells his reputation and reputation!"

Some sneered and spat on the ancient tree and went into the forest to collect herbs, while others urinated under the tree to show their disdain and dissatisfaction.

Batch after batch of people entered the mountains and forests, but there was no sound, like the air, the world evaporated.

The words on the trunk of the tree have not been dimmed because of their doubts, slanders, and insults, but have become more and more shining, allowing the injustice of the world, and he has stood on the earth without falling, not to explain anything to the world, but to show his attitude to the heavens.

"Pavilion Master, there is no trace of the cataclysm, why do you still wade into this troubled water. Muza turned his head to look at the pavilion master beside him.

"After all, this is a sword machine fiefdom, no matter what, the sword machine pavilion should show an attitude, otherwise how should the world look at my sword machine pavilion......" Lan Bin walked with the sword behind his back, his face was calm, and he was dressed hunting, quite a fairy style.

"I'm afraid, this trip is not a small price. Mu Za sighed lightly, and couldn't help but glance back at the Sword Machine Pavilion disciples, their faces were full of excitement, and in the face of unknown dangers, they were eager to try, and there was no apprehension or fear.

"Everything has a price, and weighing the pros and cons is the duty of you and me. Lan Bin turned his head, looked directly at Muza, and said earnestly.

"Ah, everyone, look at that big tree!" a disciple suddenly exclaimed, "But the little brother of Daomu left a handwriting?"

The words fell, and a group of people rushed to gallop away.

"Although the Python Disaster Forest has no owner, Shekou is also ruthless, and those who enter need to be cautious again. Disaster relief and humane pastoralism to carve this wood to warn the world. Lan Bin thought lightly, and couldn't help laughing lightly, such a clumsy inscription is undoubtedly Daomu.

"Although Brother Daomu is a mortal, he can independently fight disasters, and he is an unruly strange person. One disciple spoke, and the other disciples spoke in agreement, they were all disciples who had experienced the sword pit battle, and they had respect for Dao Mu.

"Snort!" A middle-aged pastor not far away sneered, raised his foot and kicked the wooden whiskers in front of him, squinted at the Sword Machine Pavilion and others, and spat out, "Really anyone can engrave a monument, and use raw wood as the material, which is insulting to the pastor, which is ridiculous." As he spoke, he led his team of fifty or sixty people across the cordon and entered the Python Plague Forest.

"Another self-righteous garbage shepherd!"

"If it weren't for the pavilion master here, Lao Tzu would have split him!"

"What kind of world, a garbage shepherd who is not even a pasture realm is so arrogant!"

"The loser who lives with himself is just ......"

The disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion were filled with righteous indignation, and many of them even cursed these people for killing the Python Disaster Forest, and the more they talked, the more angry they became, and they almost drew their swords and fought hundreds of rounds with those immortal cultivators around them who looked at them with strange eyes, before they could relieve their hatred.

"Enough. Lan Bin didn't look back, his tone was flat, the temperature plummeted, the air froze, the disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion didn't dare to exhale, let alone speak angrily, Lan Bin raised his hand and pointed directly at Zhishu, "You wait to take a look at the handwriting on the back of the tree, and read it out loud to me." ”

"If there are people in the world who slander me, insult me, despise me, laugh at me, deceive me, and despise me, how should I be dealt with?"

"Bear with him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, let him, respect him, ignore him, and in a few years, you will see him. ”

The disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion looked stunned, Dao Mu was only seventeen years old, and he had such an awareness, thinking about his own time, many disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion blushed and bowed their heads under the deep gaze of Lan Bin and Mu Zha.

Roar Roar Roar ......

The mountains and forests trembled, the birds and birds flew high in sorrow, the beasts roared and ran wildly, accompanied by the terrible screams, so that the people outside the python disaster forest looked at each other, and they flew up in the air, their eyes were shining, and they saw dozens of wild pythons chasing the immortal cultivators, and if they were not careful, they were devoured and became the belly of the python.

The sword slashed the body, only a string of stars, leaving no traces; the whip was whipped like cotton, not painful or itchy; the whip was entwined but easily broke free; the stick swung seven inches, but rebounded and killed his own people.

A figure appeared in people's field of vision, it was the middle-aged pastor, seeing that he was in rags, his waist was bitten and his mouth was missing, blood was dripping, his internal organs were clearly visible, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and with urine. "Save ......" Before he could finish speaking, a wild python had devoured him.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Dozens of wild pythons came to the edge of the wild python disaster forest with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, higher than the ancient trees, their eyes were as big as the sun, blazing and clear, looking at everyone to show greed and fierce light, but there was something to fear.

Unwilling to look at them, the pythons turned around and left, and finally there were only seven largest pythons left, their heads were red, their foreheads were horned, and the scales embedded in red and blue flashed in the sun, which made people chill.

Between the snakes, a rancid smell came to the nostrils, and the air felt wet and sticky, and the smell was like a mixture of countless fermented garbage, which was disgusting.

One of the wild pythons opened up to the crowd ...... blood, the stench was like a wave, and all the pythons moved, fast as lightning, wanting to devour the people outside the forest.

Woohoo......

Several black shadows fell from the sky, nailing the python to the ground, but if you look closely, it is seven wooden whiskers, the wooden whiskers are as thick as adult thighs, and they are nailed to the head of the python, the blood mouth is closed, and the snake letter is also outside, like a spear piercing many people.

The forest wind blew, the wild python turned into a ball of yellow sand, drifting away with the wind, and the person who was pierced by the snake letter was purple and black, with blood spilling from the pores, convulsions constantly, spitting black blood in the mouth, with fragments of internal organs, even afraid that the gods could not save them.

Everything came too fast, few people reacted, the disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion walked past the Zhishu, and they could also smell a vague smell of urine, and they couldn't help but look up at the sky, the words on the trunk of the tree shone in the sun, and the crown of the tree covered the sun all day long, shining, as if it contained a galaxy.

Who is this scene mocking?

"If there are people in the world who slander me, insult me, despise me, laugh at me, deceive me, and despise me, how should I be dealt with?"

"Bear with him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, let him, respect him, ignore him, and in a few years, you will see him. ”

The disciples of the Sword Machine Pavilion savored it, and suddenly felt that these two lines of words were engraved with a deep meaning behind them.