The sun rose, red and bright, warming the heart.
Under the morning sun, Old Six carried some radishes to the livestock farm. He cut them into strips and fed them to the goats one by one.
The goats stretched their heads out through the fence and crunched on the radishes, looking perfectly well-behaved.
Shi Tiexin found it strange. "Are goats such docile animals?"
Old Six did not understand. "Aren't goats supposed to be docile animals?"
Shi Tiexin shook his head decisively. "No. Don't be fooled by how obedient those little lambs look on television. In my impression, goats are all stinky, filthy, and especially greedy little bastards. If I were feeding them radishes, there'd definitely be some horned brute ramming the other goats aside to steal the food. Look at these fluffballs—they're so gentle, so obedient, so civilized that I almost can't bear to eat them."
"Not to that extent. We still have to eat them. Let me pick one." Old Six looked left and right, picked out a plump, sturdy one, and said to the herdsman beside him, "That one."
The herdsman immediately grabbed it and dragged it away.
Old Six found a chair and obediently sat down to review the basic knowledge related to cultivation.
He was going to become a superhuman!
His ordinary life was about to change in an instant!
Old Six was excited and expectant, rubbing his hands together.
"What should I do? Sit cross-legged and meditate, drawing in spiritual energy? Or unite waist and stance, open the dragon spine, and train the great tendons? Or read the writings of sages and cultivate a breath of literary splendor?" Old Six shaded his eyes and looked into the distance. "Hmm, the morning sun has just risen. This is the perfect time to feast on rosy clouds