Otherworldly Merchant

From that muffled hum, it was not difficult to tell that he was also seriously injured, and I abused him with absolutely no pressure. So I boldly walked in the direction of the sound, and I found that there was a lot of open space that protruded a few centimeters more than the surrounding area.

I squatted down and realized there was still light down there.

Not to admire the big black mole, this kid loves to punch holes like a rat!

I immediately kicked the plank covered in the hole and jumped straight in.

As I landed, my eyes quickly searched for a target and found the mole sitting on the floor with its eyes closed and his legs covered in blood, both in his mouth and in his chest, indicating that he was seriously injured.

When I landed, I squatted down, and the last beautiful sweeping leg hit the big black mole in the head, and he snorted and fell.

I grabbed the chance to rush up and hold his arms, and he couldn't move instantly.

When I took him under control, I relaxed and found him in front of me in a small copper pot filled with dark liquid, and in front of the small pot was a pierced hair.

I counted them carefully, and I noticed that there was a lot of them, and they were just 36 pieces of hair, so he was manipulating the ghosts out there.

Meanwhile, Lu Ming jumped in along the hole and saw me relieve myself of the big black mole uniform before walking this way.

When he saw the black water, he stunned, then sucked his nose, and the subconscious asked, "Is this opium poppy? ”

When I heard him say it, I reacted. No wonder the black water was a little familiar. It turned out to be juice made from poppy shells, which is more addictive than ordinary poison.

The Big Black Mole undoubtedly uses this confusing spirit to control the female ghost, but he must have added something else to the poppy juice.

I crushed his body and said, "You lost. ”

“Yeah, I lost! ”

Big black mole sighed and said with red eyes: “I didn't expect you to rescue Lu from the Ecstasy so soon. I underestimated you, so I lost nothing to say...”

“I tried to plan something for half my life, but it was in your little doll's hands. Maybe that's life? It's just a pity my thirty-six dead ancestors died for nothing. ”

Speaking of the last big black mole was already full of tears, but he didn't say a word of softness, he didn't say a word of insult to us, but he was very generous enough to make us feel good.

“Brother, you don't want to, do you? ”

Lu Ming picked up the bone-cutting knife on the ground and walked to the big black mole. He asked with his face. Then, without waiting for his reply, he stuck the knife in his thigh.

Looking at the bloody thighs, Lu Ming groaned: “Let the ancestors' grievances be settled by themselves, let our future generations stay out of this, okay? I'll make it up to you. ”

The big black mole obviously did not expect Lu Ming to do this, his eyes flashed for a moment, but he still said in a shady face that he was unwilling.

Lu Ming nodded after listening, one hand grabbed my shoulder dead, then the other hand pulled the knife directly out of his thigh.

Hot blood sprayed out, splashing the big black mole's face, and the big black mole's eyes changed.

The severe pain caused Lu Ming's forehead to produce bean-sized sweat beads. He insisted on not letting himself fall, and then lifted the knife to continue stabbing him in the leg.

At this time, the big black mole grabbed the bone sharpening knife and said coldly: “Boss Lu, I saw your sincerity, but many things can not be solved in good faith. Go out and see if the ghosts can get away with it. ”

He broke free of me and climbed out of the hole first.

When I climbed up with Lu Ming, I noticed that the big black mole was staring at the villa with a strange focus.

With his eyes, I suddenly saw thirty-six strangely ugly ghosts sitting around Lu Yu in sequence in a purple light.

Lu Yu talked to them about the raw wind, and the bones of the fairy wind tunnel were undoubtedly revealed.

The big black mole smiled and looked at Lu Ming, and then crippled and left. Though he never spoke, we all knew he was free.

Lu Ming stabbed himself in return for a peaceful settlement of his millennium grudges is a rare good fortune.

After that, we stopped interrupting Lu Yu and his women and held each other back to the hotel.

I simply gave Lu Ming some Yunnan white medicine and fed him a bowl of water.

According to the theory, Lu Ming's blood loss should be very sleepy, but he looked very spirited. He smiled and said to me: “My ancestors told me that he would leave with these ghosts tonight...”

“Mmm!” I nodded with a smile, not much surprise.

He was indifferent to me, and hey, he smiled for a while and said, "You haven't asked me why my ancestors always hit me in the head with crutches in their dreams. ”

“I ask you an egg, don't think I don't know.” He made me laugh and scold.

In fact, the last time I talked to the waiter at the hotel, I found a problem. Only when Lu Ming and the Japanese negotiated, the ghost old man would come out to mess with it.

At that time, Lu Ming was prepared to sign a contract with Japan for tea substitute packaging.

Specifically, Lu Ming took advantage of his monopoly on the tea industry and bought large quantities of high-quality tea at a low price, shipped it to Japan for packaging, then labeled the Greater Japanese Tea Ceremony and shipped it to the mainland for sale.

Once back, Lu Ming and the Japanese could make a lot of money, but they buried tea farmers and consumers in China.

To say that this is to the detriment of one's self, to say that this is not to respect traditional culture, to be an accomplice to the Japanese, to tell the world that tea culture originated not in China, but in Japan!

If the old ghost stops this behavior, it means he's not evil.

Later, when I learned that the old ghost was the tea Saint Lu Yu, I completely straightened out the relationship: Lu Ming's kid had been bullshitting me from the beginning. He not only knew that the old ghost was Lu Yu, but also knew why Lu Yu had to take care of him. However, he tried to help me by deceiving himself. He wanted not to be harassed by Lu Yu, but also wanted to cooperate with the Japanese.

Now in retrospect, he's acting like a child!

“Aren't you mad at me? I never told you the truth.” Lu Ming asked with some embarrassment.

I laughed bitterly, "How could I not be angry? At first, I didn't want to worry about it, but then I understood you too. The prodigal son turned around and didn't change his gold, so long as he could turn around. ”

Although Lu Yu has left, from the way Lu Ming dared to stab himself, he must have completely figured it out. He would never cooperate with the Japanese, let alone numerically mark Japan as the origin of tea culture.

Indeed, the second week after I left, Lu Ming called me and said that he had completely broken up with the Japanese side. And a large tea culture estate was built in Xishuangbanna to commemorate the contribution of Tea Saint Lu Yu to the world.

He told me that he would invest all his savings in the estate so that all visitors could feel the charm of Chinese tea culture.

I asked him why he did it. He said, first, to honor his ancestors, and secondly, to make a small contribution to the heritage of traditional culture!

“Looks like you really understand what your ancestors mean...” I said with a smile, cheering him up from the bottom of my heart.

Although our lives are getting better and better now, every day and every second of every day we lose the precious legacy that our ancestors inherited.

Why is that? Because there are so many people out there who admire it.

Strong slave psychology makes them feel that the foreign moon is rounder than China.

Let them help foreigners shake the flag and call for the banning of TCM!

Let them learn English at IELTS, but speak Chinese!

Let them shamelessly kneel down to the Korean stars and circle around Oba all day!

But they forgot that for the past 5,000 years, China has been the center of the world. It is precisely because of the traditional culture of China that Japanese culture, Korean culture and so on have emerged...

Lu Ming is lucky, at a critical moment Lu Yu can show up to pull him, but Lu Yu only has one.

Who's gonna pull us off?

I really don't want to see the great Chinese fall.

In honor of Tea Saint Lu Yu, I replaced the ringtone of my cell phone with a song "Grandpa's Tea" written for him by future generations.

“Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home. He has white hair and is not allowed to talk when drinking tea. ”

“Lu Yu's tea, I heard he didn't take it, he took a skinny horse and left...”