Tales of Herding Gods

The **** that ran around the tree also stopped, curiously looking to Qin Mu.

The young man who killed the pig under the tree erased the blood on his face, and his eyes looked fierce and seemed to be hostile.

The old man and the woman also turned their heads. The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with her back. She said with a simple smile: "We haven’t come to the village for a long time. It’s rare for the son to travel long distances to find it, eat dinner and go on the road. ?"

The old grin, revealing three or two teeth, trembled: "After eating, go on the road..."

Qin Mu stopped his steps and turned around. He said: "Respect is not as good as death. You are very affectionate, but I am cheeky and harassed." Then, go to the village.

He passed by the young pig who was killing the pig. The young man was holding a pig knife. The muscles and blue muscles on his arm swelled and shrugged, and the threat was heard in his throat.

Qin Mu smiled slightly: "Good knife."

The pig-killing young man put out his tongue and licked the pig's blood on the sickle. He grinned and said: "Nature is a good knife!"

Qin Mu walked past him. The young man took a knife and stared at his back. If Qin Muzhen didn't feel it, he walked forward and came to Shidunzi.

The young man always couldn’t find a chance to start, and praised: "Good magic! The son, you are more difficult than any pig I have ever killed!"

Qin Mu turned back and smiled brightly: "You are not bad."

The old man was too old and struggling to get up. Qin Mu hurriedly helped him and helped the old man.

The old man's thin five fingers grabbed the pulse of his right hand and looked up at him with a smile. Qin Mu's left hand was naturally placed on the waist behind the old man, watching the old man's eyes with concern.

The two laughed, and the old man let go of his pulse and waved: "The old man is old, but he must be strong, I can go! The son is a good man, respect the old man!"

Qin Mu quietly and retired his left hand and praised: "The old man is always strong and strong, and I admire it."

"The son!"

The shofar **** ran to the front of Qin Mu, raised his head and crystallized, holding a fruit in his hand, raised his hand, and his arm stretched straight: "The son eats fruit!"

Qin Mu’s eyes fell on the fruit in her hand. The fruit should have just been taken from the tree, and the stem is still fresh.

Qin Mu smiled and said: "I don't eat, eat."

The horns of the horns and the arms stretched out, and the fruit came to his mouth, and it was crisp and lively: "The son, eat!"

However, the fruit just came to the mouth of Qin Mu, Qin Mu's palm has been blocked in front, a finger against the fruit in the head of the skull, gently pushed back, smiled: "囡囡 eat."

The girl was very struggling, watching Qin Mu push the fruit to his mouth little by little, and a drop of sweat came from his forehead.

Suddenly, this girl took the fruit and ran in three jumps: "If the son doesn't eat it, hey, eat it yourself!"

The old man smiled and said: "The strength of the son is not small."

Qin Muqian said: "My strength is only a little bigger than that of a cockroach. I don't know how old it is."

He and the old man walked into the village, killing the pig youth and carrying half a pig and pig into the yard.

The woman has washed her clothes, wiped her hands on her body, and greeted Qin Mu, and said: "The son is a guest. People have been here for so long, but they have never seen such a wealthy person like a son!"

She looked around Qin Mu several times and praised: "真俊!"

Qin Mu smiled and blocked her hand touching her face. She smiled: "Men and women don't kiss."

The woman’s palms were shaking, and Qin Mu was always just right. The woman smiled and said: “The son’s hand is also very good!” Then, take back your hand.

The old man under the eaves snorted and whispered: "Salty pig hand..."

The woman screamed at the old man, and did not fight in one place. She said: "You have a face to say! You all eat and drink Lazar, every day, which one is not taking care of the aging mother? If you have no aging mother, you all I have to go to the northwest wind! The old lady is not in the beauty of the son, but to give a singer to the public! This poor mountain, it is difficult to find a man!"

She licked her, and the old man was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

The woman rushed back to the room and slammed the door.

The old man suffocated, looked up at the old eyes and looked at Qin Mu, and the kindness of the eyebrows was good: "What about the son, how do you see? Do you want to leave a kiss?"

The shofar **** was ashamed and difficult to read. He hid in the corner and sneaked at him. His face was flushed and he was too shy to come out.

Qin Mu shook his head and said: "I have already become a relative, and the inner son is warm and good."

The old sigh sighed: "That's a pity. The old man is inconvenient. Can the son pick a fruit from the tree and give it to the old man?"

She raised her finger and Qin Mu went down the direction of her finger. I saw four fruits hanging on a big tree and a blooming flower.

Qin Mu regained his gaze and smiled: "The tree is too high, I am afraid I can't climb it. But I have a sword, it is extremely sharp, but I can cut the tree. I used to cut a similar tree."

The old man hurriedly said: "Do not want to cut, do not want to cut! After cutting, how do we eat fruit?"

The old man smiled and said: "In the end, it is the son of the city. The limbs are not divisible. The tree can be said in the same way. The old age is high, but it is beautiful, the village has no mirror, and the old man goes outside. Cut a mirror."

She bit the "city" word very heavy.

Qin Mu smiled: "The stone outside is too hard, I am afraid I can't cut it."

The woman smashed the pig's dish in the house, made the pig's water and other things into a dish, and Qin Mu had a sentence outside the old man and the old man.

"There are not many people in your village, but the trees are quite a lot."

Qin Mu looked at him and said: "Six people, eight trees."

The old man smiled and said: "Where are the six people? The number of the sons will not count? It is clearly our family of five."

Qin Muzhen took a half-headed pig hanging under the tree in the mouth of the village. He smiled a little and said nothing: "When did the elders move to this quiet place?"

"This will not remember."

The old man thought for a moment and said: "I only remember the chaos in the world, the people are not living, we are rushed here by the bad guys. Is the son still chaotic?"

Qin Mufu palm praised: "You are really good luck! Now it is more chaotic than before. Every day, killing and killing, blood flowing into the river, or here is good, quiet, life is rich, carefree. Elder, Your family still stays here, don't go out."

Lao Xiao smiled and said: "I have stayed here for a long time, and I am so confused. We still want to go out and move around."

Qin Mu smiled and shook his head: "I still don't want to go out. It's too messy outside. I am worried about the bodies of the two old people. If there is anything wrong with it, it will be worth the loss if you die outside."

The old man and the old man’s face changed slightly, and the old man raised his hand to pull the hair on his head. The old man raised his hand to block her, and shook his head silently, and the old man let go.

Qin Mu turned a blind eye and said: "Eight trees, two more trees, dare to ask the elders where the other two went?"

The old man sighed and said: "Sure enough, but the other person is a blind man. I have been in bed for almost ten years."

Qin Mu moved and sighed: "I don't care about each other. I have studied medicine before, and I have a thorough medical experience. I have always had the compassion for healing and dying. I dare to ask where this scorpion is? Let me go to the hospital and say that it will not be cured."

The old man trembled and the woman came out of the room, sorting out the tables and chairs to prepare the set, and seeing them get up, not helplessly: "I will open the meal right away, where are you going?"

"The son of the doctor, go see the blind."

The old man seemed to be afraid of her, and quickly lost his smile: "The scorpion has been there for a long time, always letting you take care of it, maybe it will be cured by the son."

The woman suspicion said: "The scorpion licking the urine must be taken care of by the aging mother, can it be cured? Do you think this son can be a good person?"

"Dead horses become a living horse."

Qin Mu followed the two old people into the room. I saw a young man lying on the hospital bed with no breath. It was already a dead person.

Qin Mu looked at the young man. After a long time, he slowly said: "The Lord of Heaven, I finally have to see you."

The old man and the old man’s face changed a lot, and they almost couldn’t help but violently kill!

The old man smiled reluctantly: "Is it true that the son of the son recognizes this blind man?"

"There are not many people who are qualified to die in the hands of the masters of the Miluo Palace. The Lord of Heaven is one."

Qin Mu carefully observed the injury on this scorpion. It was the injury caused by Hongmeng Shentong. This Hongmeng Shentong is more complicated than the red rope knot seen by Qin Mu in the market.

With the existence of such power, only the owner of the Mire Palace!

Although the Dagongzi was as good as the owner of the Miula Palace, Qin Mu had seen the seal of the Dagongzi. Although it was subtle, it did not exceed the vision of Qin Mu.

The injury to this young man has already surpassed the vision of Qin Mu, and it is only the owner of the Mi Luo Palace that can leave this kind of injury.

Qin Mu once looked at the enlightened people of Tiandu from the perspective of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and also saw the master of the Miro Palace killing the Lord of Heaven, from his perspective, so he had this judgment.

The performance of the old man and old man confirmed his guess!

"In the same year, the Lord of Heaven in the Seventh Age of the Universe was opened. I didn't expect the flesh to be suppressed here after death."

Qin Mu straightened his waist and shook his head. "He can't cure his injury. But one person can cure. The purpose of my trip is to find this person. He is too easy. Do you recognize it?"

The old man and the old man looked at each other and shook their heads.

At this time, the voice of the woman came: "The food is good, and the two old people are not dead, and they greet the son to eat!"

At the dinner table, Qin Mu was seated down, the old man and the old man accompanied, the young pig was sitting opposite, the woman continued to stir-fry, and the shofar **** was carrying a bowl and screaming under the tree, not serving.

"The land of the mountains, there is no good wine to entertain the son of the city, please forgive me."

The old man is very diligent, said: "The son eats vegetables!"

Qin Mu did not move the chopsticks, looked around and said: "Eight trees, only seven, then the rest?"

The old man was dumb, and the woman took a pot of pig food and put it down. She put down the dish and rubbed her hand on the apron. She smiled and said: "Where is there any one left? People, plus the son is only seven people? The son of the city, the number of surgery is not good!"

Qin Mu smiled and said: "If people are not in order, how can they move chopsticks?"

The old man opened his mouth and was about to talk. Suddenly, the young pig who was opposite Qin Mu was furious. Pulling out the slashing knife and slamming into the center of the table, murderous, and sighed: "What do those who do not do? I Can't help it! Kill the knife directly and kill it!"

The dishes in the plate flew up, and the pieces of pork and the pigs in the pig-baked vegetables were emptied, and they were combined into a half-piece pig in the air, and the pig's eyes were rounded.

The other half of the pigs hanging in the village ran on two legs and flew together. The two pigs merged together and shouted: "Is it right! When are we afraid of it? What do you want to do? It is!"