Live Broadcast of Catching Yak: I Relied on My Family's Martial Arts Skills to Get Ashore

Others come ashore: written examination, interview, political review. Chen Qingniu came ashore: signed up, was scolded, and bullied. The only registrant. It's not that no one applied for it - those who applied for it in previous years were the least likely to end up in Sanyue Hospital. He walked over. Cows plow the soil. The barrage message reads "open the seat". The fifth form. Press the neck. Relieve force. The cow knelt on its front legs and tucked its tail between its buttocks. The live broadcast room went crazy. "The fifth form! I haven't seen a living person use the fifth form in forty years!" "That black back in Buffalo Valley, I haven't caught it after three years of pursuit. Someone named you to catch him." "Who?" Lao Zhou handed over the mobile phone. The signature is the name that my grandfather chanted before he died. Lao Zhou didn't leave. He squatted at the door and smoked for half the night. "Xiao Chen, your grandfather said something back then." "What words?" "The thirty-sixth way to capture the cow, the fifth way to catch the cow, the twelfth way to catch the tiger, the thirty-sixth way..." Cigarette butts light up and go out. "Capture the dragon." Chen Qingniu lowered his head and brushed his fingers against his grandfather's old dagger. The edge of the blade is sharp. Tomorrow, that black back better not be a real dragon. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.