Yellow Feihu has already died, but he hasn't become a god yet. At present, the Five-Color Beef is unemployed.
Fat Beef Brother was loyal to his former master, as if he is still waiting for the former master to inherit the past spiritual powers, and then have him ascend to heaven for blessings.
From Deng Chanyu's perspective, Emperor Taishan might not attach much importance to the part of the memory that belongs to Huang Feihu. This is just a game, a dream, and what has passed has passed. Huang Feihu is just a transient figure in memory, let alone Huang Feihu's mount.
The Sage riding on the ox seeks the carefree and indifferent aura of the immortal, with a leisurely movement that conveys a relaxed approach to life.
Does Emperor Taishan also ride an ox? You're a public official, a top leader, wearing the complete imperial crown and robes, then riding an ox? What kind of image is that? If you ride an ox, then the little devils underneath won't work, and everyone can go enjoy themselves together.
The chance of Emperor Taishan summoning the Five-Color Fat Ox to serve as his mount is infinitesimally small. The divine ox race recognized Huang Feihu's extraordinary fate and placed bets on it in advance, but the result is likely far from what they expected.
"Brother Ox, don't worry about old Huang anymore. Just follow me from now on, how about that?" Perhaps the filter of the Sage riding an ox is too thick. Anyway, Deng Chanyu really likes riding an ox.
The Five-Color Fat Ox has been a bit down lately. According to its thinking, after Huang Feihu's death, it should have been enjoying the good life, but what happened? It was completely ignored! It's still eating grass in the Huang mansion, and the new master of the Huang family doesn't treat it very well. They even complain about how much it eats. Is that reasonable? After all, it is a divine ox!
It mooed twice.
He neither refused nor opposed the matter of being a mount.
Fat Beef Brother is now an unattached mount. When Deng Chanyu and Huang Tianlu of the Huang family mentioned it, the other party happily offered it to her, in addition to a month's worth of feed as a gesture of loyalty to the Han people.
Deng Chanyu was left with a mixture of tears and laughter. How could grass feed be related to loyalty?
She solemnly thanked Huang Tianlu, and then led the Five-Color Divine Ox away from the Huang mansion.
Huang Tianlu, Huang Tianjie, and Huang Tianxiang are all ordinary generals, the only difference being the level of their martial arts. None of them possess any celestial fate.
The Huang mansion currently has no one who can ride the divine ox.
Fat Beef Brother also doesn't seem to care about them.
Just leave it be? It consumes grain, and occasionally a neighboring female cow brings her calf over, making the home resemble a cowshed.
Not raising it? Just after the head of the household passed away, turning around and banishing his mount from the house is rather disrespectful to the deceased.
As soon as Deng Chanyu mentioned it, the Huang family agreed.
Fat Beef Brother was also delighted. Since establishing the Great World of Twelve Zodiacs, as the representative of the ox tribe, recently there were far too many cows looking for it, all were hot-blooded creatures. They would frequently have yellow, red and black calves come to call it father.
It now has a 20-year-old mindset, 30-year-old meat quality, and a 50-year-old spongy body, which is really not holding up well. It's just the right time to go out and steer clear of any trouble.
Deng Chanyu rode on the ox's back, feeling leisurely and couldn't help but daydream.
You say that Taiqing Saint rides a blue ox, Shangqing Saint rides a Kui ox, and the Yuanshijitian this Jade Saint does not ride an ox, insists on face, sits what Nine Dragon Chalice, at all free and easy, is not the Three Clear's rebellion even looks after the three of us riding oxen this new Three Clear combination seems to be more harmonious?
"Moo moo!" Fat Beef Brother called out twice in a hurry. Relying on the intuition of a divine beast, he could sense that she was thinking of something dangerous, Don't let your imagination run wild! You'll harm the ox!
Deng Chanyu coughed lightly, finally bringing back her scattered thoughts. She must have been influenced by a heart demon.
The Sage hasn't reached the stage where he immediately responds to your thoughts twice. But you're thinking about 'replacing him,' and he has no reaction at all. That's too slow-witted. Better not to think about it.
Deng Chanyu's mastery of the way of space has become increasingly profound. Even though the Mo Qilin is only guiding through the bloodline memory, and actually hasn't been to the Qilin Cliff at all, she spent a bit of time and still found the gateway, entering this primordial world smoothly.
The birds don't sing, the flowers don't bloom because there are no birds or flowers on the Qilin Cliff. The world is almost devoid of life, with towering mountains without any signs of vegetation. Instead, there are only countless rocks.
"Moo moo!" The Five-Color Divine Ox disliked this world a bit. What's the point? There are just rocks and rocks everywhere?
Deng Chanyu gave the ox's head a pat: "Have some respect. They might be destitute now, but they used to be in charge of all the beasts like you."
"Moo moo?"
"That's right, it's as powerful as that."
A person and an ox are having a conversation, while the ancient Qilin is hidden among the mountains, already highly petrified. Deng Chanyu opened the space channel, and he sensed it in that instant. On one hand, he didn't want to move; on the other hand, he really couldn't move because he had no strength left. The reason why the Taiqing Saint of the original time period sealed Yunxiao here to suppress it was because the ancient Qilin was near death.
His body still has enough strong vitality, it can last for ten thousand years or even a hundred thousand years. However, the body and spirit are not the same thing. The will of the ancient Qilin is almost dissipated in the long suppression.
"Wu Gong Palace, Deng Chanyu, greets the ancient Qilin senior." Relying on the Dao sound, her voice spread throughout this world and echoed repeatedly in the mountains.
After a while, the mountains responded, "I am not a senior at all. Whatever you are looking for is not here. Where you came from, go back there."
The tone is half-dead, but in fact, the voice doesn't sound that old.
If the voice of the ancient dragon is like that of an old man, and the voice of the Yuan Feng is like that of a young woman, then this ancient Qilin's voice is like that of a middle-aged man.
Unfortunately, the middle-aged man has exhausted his yuanqi (vital energy) over the long years, and at any moment, when he kicks his legs, he can invite the families of the ancient dragon and Yuan Feng to have a feast here.
Deng Chanyu did not hide her purpose: "Senior should know who I am. This is just a little gift from a disciple."
She flicked her finger, and the chaotic crystal she obtained from "Mei Nao" and "Bu Xin Xiang" flew in an arc like a meteor, far into the mountains.
After a while, the voice of the ancient Qilin sounded, unchanged in emotion: "What do you want?"
"Senior, do you have the South Ming Fire of Yuan Feng?"
The ancient Qilin seemed to search through its long memory. Deng Chanyu stood still waiting, and Five-Color Fat Ox was boredly counting the rocks on the ground. When it was about to count up to one thousand, the ancient Qilin finally replied.
"Yes."
Deng Chanyu waited for his next words.
"I don't need anything else. I just want a promise from you."
Deng Chanyu seemed to guess what he was going to say and shook her head quickly, "That's not possible. It's just a flame. I can't pay such a high price. Senior should know that there is also a flame in the ancient dragon's place. I'm not necessarily compelled to trade with you."
