Chapter 92 — The Journey Through the Passes
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Old Huo twisted at the waist and landed on the ground, startled and uncertain. The Lame Old Man had been eating a braised pig's trotter; startled, he stuffed the trotter into his mouth with a plop, leaving only the hoof sticking out. The Butcher had been sharpening his knife; the whetstone cracked with a snap. Master Dan and the Village Head had been drinking tea; the teacups and the teapot all burst. The Blind Old Man's bamboo staff was crushed into shred after shred of bamboo fiber. The Deaf Old Man's ink spilled all over the table.
Grandmother Zhu crushed a whole stack of porcelain bowls.
The Crested Fire Pheasant Dragon, wings clattering, dove headlong into the chicken coop, then, trembling, stuck out a claw and pulled the coop's brushwood door shut. Master Dan glanced at the Village Head and said in a low voice: "After you went out the night before last, what happened? How has Shen'er's cultivation risen so much?
" The Village Head looked blank as well, then suddenly came to a realization and whispered: "His spirit fetus has awakened a fourth time. He said his spirit fetus had not changed much — only that his vital essence was somewhat unlike before. . . " The corner of Master Dan's eye twitched, and he muttered: "Is that what you call somewhat unlike?
" "How was I to know that his 'unlike' meant his vital essence multiplying. .
. " the Village Head muttered in turn.