Chapter 107 — One Palm Against Ten
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"Such martial artists—I could fight ten with one hand. " Shen Mu shook his head inwardly and continued studying the Classic of Calculation. The edition printed in Jingping had ten volumes; he had already finished reading them, and he had organized quite a few Yuanjie equations on paper.
At night, Shen Mu came from his room to the deck, looked up to observe the stars, then used Yuanjie equations to deduce, recording his calculations on paper. The tower ship sailed on for four days, drawing gradually closer to the capital. Most of the scholars aboard were going to the capital for the first time and could not hide their excitement, leaning over the ship's rail to look out.
Suddenly a violent tremor came; the tower ship tilted in the air, and several scholars, unable to hold on, fell from the ship. These few had not cultivated the divine power of flight.
They let out long, miserable screams that lingered endlessly—the tower ship flew too high, and some time would pass before they hit the ground. Shen Mu frowned, his legs planted on the deck like two spears. With one hand he held the drunken Snow Fox, with the other he grabbed the equally drunken Wei Yong, lest they be thrown from the ship.
Just then, loud laughter came from outside the ship. An unimaginably huge python opened its mouth full of barbs and bit into the stern, tearing at it with all its strength!
Everyone aboard was startled. The stern had already been bitten off by the python.
The scholars standing near the stern fell from the ship one after another, and several were swallowed by the python! On the python's flat head stood a person in a flowered robe, rouged and powdered, most alluring—but it was a seductive man, watching the panicked crowd on the ship with excitement.