In the vast mountains, I didn't expect that there is a bluestone path at the entrance of the mountain.

According to my opinion, such secretive sects and villages should be hidden deep in the vast mountains. Even if there is no serious secret passage like the Shemen Gate, at least it will not be so obvious. There is also a bluestone path.

Bar?

I think things are not that simple, and this path is not the key. The key is that there is a strange stone statue at the intersection of the path. At first glance, it looks like a cow, but at a second look, it looks like a tiger. The hair on its body

The roots are upright, it looks sharp and has an unusual aura, and it also has a pair of wings.

What is this? I looked at it for a long time without seeing it. It reminded me of some kind of monster in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", but I didn't think it was right. But the master squinted and stared at the sculpture several times.

Then he withdrew his gaze.

Because there is an old man sitting next to the carving, wearing a typical Miao costume. He is also holding a dry cigarette in his mouth and smoking a dry cigarette with half-squinted eyes. This is the key point that Master and I are paying attention to. What is going on so early in the morning?

Is there someone sitting here?

And what’s more difficult is that his demeanor seems harmless, but in fact he has a feeling of being repelled thousands of miles away. He simply refuses to talk to me and Master. Could it be that we have to pass directly by him?

past?

I thought about what happened last night again. Didn't someone come to watch us secretly? I vaguely saw only the back of an old man. Was it the old man? I'm not sure.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant at this time. The master took out the dry tobacco pole and walked directly over. I quickly followed and walked to the intersection in a few steps. I was about to pass through the strange carving and the old man. It was very abrupt.

, the old man who was sitting cross-legged seemed to have inadvertently stretched out a foot to stop us.

I didn't pay attention and almost stepped on the old man's leg. I exhaled angrily and raised my foot again, ready to step over. Even if it was a little rude, I couldn't help it. It seemed that the master had the same idea.

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Unexpectedly, as soon as Master and I raised our feet, the old man raised our feet a little higher, blocking our way.

I felt a little angry in my heart. Even if we were not allowed to pass, couldn't that person be able to communicate? Why was he so silent just to block the way between Master and me?

However, no matter how angry I was, I still knew one thing, which was to respect the elderly, so I took a deep breath and simply stepped aside. I wanted to see what this strange old man wanted to do? Compared with my performance,

The master was even calmer.

He smiled and did not go over. Instead, he sat next to the old man, took out the tobacco leaves, and began to fill the tobacco carefully. This action made the old man sitting next to the stone statue a little surprised. He opened his eyes.

I opened my eyes, glanced at my master curiously, and then closed them again.

My master didn't say anything, as if he hadn't seen him, and just lit up his cigarette. I saw my master smoking a cigarette, so I just sat down on the bluestone road. I couldn't even carry such a big bag.

Relaxed, I am happy to rest my feet.

Soon, the aroma of dry tobacco wafted into the air. The aroma was naturally not as good as the tobacco leaves my master smoked before, but it was pretty good.

The master is not very particular about many things. Even his clothes are often in a mess. But he is very particular about three things. Listed in order, they should be tobacco leaves, tea, and wine.

But good tea and good wine are rare. This dry tobacco leaf has become the master's greatest enjoyment. So I just randomly picked the dry tobacco leaves during my escape. I think they are ordinary, but in fact they are not ordinary goods. Plus his dry tobacco leaves

The long-term use of the top-grade tobacco leaves in the stick naturally leaves a trace of fragrance in it, and it smells very good when mixed with it. In short, it is much better than ordinary dry tobacco.

The master just smoked a dry cigarette quietly, and from time to time took his military kettle to drink a few sips of water, looking very carefree.

Just like that, after smoking about half a pack of cigarettes, the old man sitting next to him finally couldn't hold back anymore. He sniffed a few times and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. He looked at me a little funny. I had noticed it a long time ago.

That detail, even this old man is holding a stick

The stem of the dry cigarette is the same as that of my master. It is extremely smooth after being rubbed. He seems to be a dry cigarette lover. It is normal to have such a reaction. I secretly admire that Jiang is still spicy. Master's thoughts are actually more delicate than mine.

I came up with such a crooked trick.

I think the master must have noticed the old man's subtle movements, but he didn't say anything. After more than a minute, the old man finally couldn't help it, opened his eyes, and began to fill the tobacco leaves himself.

, lit up the dry cigarette and started smoking.

The atmosphere was a bit strange. The three of them didn't speak to each other, and they didn't even know him. They were just sitting side by side on the bluestone road, seemingly very intimate. What would happen next? No one had a clue.

I am a layman on dry tobacco, but no matter how layman I am, I can still tell that the old man's dry tobacco leaves are much worse than those of my master. Mixed with the aroma of master's dry tobacco, it is simply a bit pungent.

He may have noticed this problem, so he took two puffs, which seemed quite boring, and then looked at the master's dry tobacco rod and quietly swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva. It was estimated that the fire was almost done, and the master suddenly handed his own dry tobacco rod to the old man.

In front of me, he said: "Would you like some?"

The old man looked at the master, his eyes clearly showing that he was tempted, but he still refused rather bluntly. He raised his dry tobacco pole and said, "I have it!"

The voice sounded quite hoarse, as if the voice had been damaged by yelling for a long time.

The master was not angry when faced with this rejection. Instead, he smiled and took another long puff of dry cigarette in front of the old man. After exhaling the smoke leisurely, he said: "My tobacco leaves have a very special taste. How about some? As the saying goes

It is said that to make friends with wine, you need someone who understands wine. It would be good if we make friends with cigarettes. I think you also know how to smoke."

While speaking, the master once again handed the dry tobacco pole to the old man with a sincere look. The tobacco leaves were slowly burning in front of the old man. The old man's throat moved twice, and finally he stretched out his hand, almost as if to grab it.

He grabbed the dry tobacco pole from the master's hand and started to smoke it in big puffs.

While puffing away the smoke, he closed his eyes in enjoyment, looking intoxicated.

The master was not annoyed by the old man's rude and impolite actions. Even though he was smiling and looking at the old man, he still had more than half a bag of dry cigarettes left. As a result, it didn't take long before the old man smoked them all.

Clean.

At this time, when he handed the dry tobacco pole back to my master, his eyes looked at us a little softer, but more of a feeling of unfulfilled interest, and he reluctantly licked his lips with his tongue.

"Is this smoke strong?" the master asked.

The old man may have been soft-spoken, and his harsh voice softened a lot, and he said: "It's exciting, very good. I have never smoked such good tobacco leaves."

Even though his voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, his tone was much softer.

The master smiled "hehe" and patted the old man on the shoulder. The old man didn't object. Then the master didn't say anything. He stood up, turned around and walked towards the mountain. When I saw it, I immediately

He came to his senses and quickly followed his master towards the mountain.

This is what Master wants. You smoked my bag of dry cigarettes, and you still have the nerve to stop me?

Sure enough, this time the old man didn't stretch his legs to stop us, but when we walked less than three steps, we suddenly heard the old man's voice behind us: "You can't go up the mountain?"

Master and I turned around almost at the same time and glanced at the old man. Although he looked a little embarrassed, his eyes showed determination. It seemed that he had made up his mind not to let us go up the mountain.

The master narrowed his eyes slightly, touched his chin beard out of habit, even though it had been shaved clean, and then asked knowingly: "Why can't you go up the mountain?"

"Anyway, I just can't go up the mountain." The old man seemed to be a man of few words, and because he smoked a bag of dry cigarettes from my master, his confidence seemed a little lacking.

"Is this mountain contracted by your family? Then let's change the route." The master pretended that he really wanted to change the route. In fact, the reality is that no family can contract such a big mountain, right?

As a result, Master and I took two steps down the mountain. The old man became anxious and directly reached out to stop us and said, "We can't go another way."

In fact, besides this bluestone road, where else is the road? What does this old man mean?

At this time, the master changed his expression and said: "Brother, this is what's wrong with you, isn't it? You can't have the whole mountain as yours, and you can't let someone change the way up the mountain? Besides, I should be kind to you, right?

?I’m willing to share such expensive dry tobacco leaves with you, but you can’t treat me like this, right?”
Chapter completed!