He's from Bullfight

in the ancient times, the taffers didn't fight bulls.

then it was not clear to which generation, an old man called the cow-loving man was fighting.

a cow-loving old man lives in a cowhouse.

he's been following the cow's ass since he could walk.

he's got feelings for the cow.

later, he used cattle for his livelihood.

it's 40 years old, and i don't know how many cows he has, but none of his head is satisfied.

he decided to go to the village and buy a good cow.

nor did they know how many villages he had travelled to, how many families he had visited, how many years it had taken.

the people of the cattle house only remembered the year he had returned to his home, and it was white.

he's been fighting the cow for decades, and the cow's good and bad can be identified.

from the eye to the nose, from the hair to the foot.

if you set up with him, he won't last three days and three nights.

he came to a place called trench cave and found a cow.

"older, do you sell the cow?" he asks the cattle keeper.

the old cattle growers had heard that the cattle-loving old man was an expert in the field.

"if he wants to buy it, my cow will be fine." that's what cattle growers think.

indeed, the oxen-breeder has an extraordinary history, and his fathers lived in the cave of white water.

one day, the cow's ancestors suddenly disappeared.

the ancestors of the cattle growers have been looking for them for so long.

the cattle were found in a ditch after following their hoof marks.

it's a nice place for the cow owners to see the ditch.

after that, the old cow died, had a calf, had a oxen, and now the family of the old cattle breeders became a family.

ever since his ancestors and his cattle came to the ditch, his family has fed pigs and pigs fat, raised ducks, planted melons, and planted beans.

they are so full of food.

because of the extraordinary history of the cow, the old cattle keepers deliberately raised the price of the cow.

whoever loves an old cow buys it without a sound.

the old man just took the cow out, and a good man told him, "golden, you bought the baby!" “you know shit!” the old man who loves the cow, like he's a winner, smiles and says to him, “it's a head-guarding cow, it's a big hair, it's priceless." “you see, it's a bump, a horn, a waist, a three-barrel, a thick leg, a hard hoove; the husk's bouquet is woven into five big words: "i am king." for this is what has already come to pass, and those who love the ox shall boast without fear.

the man looked at it, and there were a few big words, and he was busy noding.

and he who loves the old cow sees him as he is intoxicated, and he says in mystery: "oh, look, he has a beard in his right ear.

it's a dragon mustache.

it's the best fight." the man tore the cow's ear, cut out a red hair, with a hand of up to seven-foot-five inches, from the head to the tail of the cow.

the old cow lovers are happy to rush home with their cattle.

the guard cow went over the cattle farm, went over the hill, and soon arrived at the rhinoceros in the water.

a cow-loving old man can compete with a young man, though he has a hard bodyson, throw him out of the way.

when he was crying to the edge of the rhinoceros, a rhinoceros jumped out of the water.

it sprayed its nose, swayed its tail, and came ashore to fight the cattle.

the bodyguards, who saw the rhinoceros grow older than themselves, had no horns of their own, and had a unicorn, scratched the land with their feet, spat a puddle and pee, staring at the big eyes of the rhinoceros, and kept coming at them.

the cattle and rhinoceros were on the shore for a while, and then they went into the water.

they continue to fight in the water, provoking a thousand waves, raising thousands of silver flowers, messing up a rhinoceros, dimming a red sun.

they were sank, left to right, fought for three days and three nights, and were hard to win.

there's more and more people watching, old and young, and timmy with meat, and it's so hot.

you're happy, but you're in trouble.

he's thinking about how to get his bodyguard cow out.

he's trying to figure out a way to put a rope around a cow's foot pole.

he went to the nearby village to find two big ropes and, on his first call, many of the watery young men entered the water floor and quickly tied the legs of the rhinoceros and the guard cattle.

the two cows are fighting so hard, they're not paying attention.

the rhinoceros, though rare, do not want them.

he told the people to kill it and let the folks eat with joy.

it was the first nine days of the agricultural calendar.

he's got his cattle, he's got his year-round.

in commemoration of the victory of the cattle-backed rhinoceros, every year on september 9th, cattle-loving elders lead their folks to the rhinoceros pit to fight and celebrate their harvest.

that's the history of bullfight。