Trafford’s Trading Club

This is not even a village. A few sparse brick houses are scattered and can only be counted as a few households at most.

It's hardly electricity, it's proof that it lives in modern civilization.

Lochu looked around the mountains. The mountain is full of water vapor. In the early morning, the water vapor began to evaporate slowly, turning into a white mist, which climbed slowly here.

He came down from an old banyan tree in front of this real 'little’ village door and saw Tae-zi.

The old Taoist wasn't just him, he was surrounded by a man, a newborn named Exhibition. His disciple.

Sheep Taizi looks like she's playing. His disciple did not have this quiet kung fu, and after seeing the visitor from afar, he woke up the sitting sheep tae.

The old Taoist opened his eyes and, a few steps later, joined Rocchu, opening his voice: “Boss Rocchu is a trustworthy man. Hado would have thought to wait a day or two in this place. ”

The patience of the old Taoist priest is naturally very good. The mountain has been robbed for 10 years and has been waiting for us. Naturally, this is not a bad time for two days.

"It's not our rule to keep our guests waiting," said Rochu. "Is the Taoist ready to go now? ”

Lochu looked between the clouds. He came all the way to breathe the air in this mountain forest. In fact, more carbon dioxide is emitted in the early morning, but it may be that the air humidity is higher enough to have a feeling of freshness.

I heard the monk's dining style is dew, sucking on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth... Anyway, the spiritual energy of things, Lochu can't feel it at all.

Besides, can spirituality really be eaten?

“The path is ready.” Sheep Tae said hastily, putting herself in a very low position.

His closing disciple looked at it and found it incredible.

Ever since he was a little girl, Exhibition was picked up by Sheep Tae, saying that he was a man of wisdom and spirituality, suitable for monasticism. But how old is he? How do you know what a monk is? Just being able to eat alongside this old man is the starting motive.

But when the age grew and ignorant orphans grew up, they gradually saw the complex world before they knew that what they were encountering was the so-called ‘creation’ of the Taoists.

He had seen Tae-zi go up the mountain, he had seen him split the boulder with a wooden sword on his hand, he had seen the paper crane fly away, and he had seen Tae-zi swallow cloud mist on the rock of Panshan. For more than a decade, Sheep Tae Zi has long been regarded as a close relative, not to mention a god of God, which is more than a relative.

Master is heaven.

Watching Taeko Sheep such a compliment, the young disciple suddenly felt some pain in his heart... to say that the other party also thought that the elder of the fairy wind, but only two young people about his age.

“Master, do you think these are the two people who are waiting to help?” The young disciple opens his mouth with a suspicious tone: “Even you can't fight the Blackwater Python Elf on the mountain. Do these two have the ability? ”

Stupid apprentice!

He taught to grow up as a child, and Taeko Sheep knew Exhibitor's mind very well. Though he understood in his heart that he just couldn't see and was in a position to defend himself.

When Tae-zi moved her lips and was about to say something, Rochu suddenly said softly: "We can't fight either, so it's just a help, the mayor is too polite. ”

Lamb Tai Zi can only obediently say: “After all, it is also a help. How can I look at the master's arrogant face... Exhibition, climbing the door is also a guest, and not to mention the people who help us, how can you be so rude? ”

Ah... is that so?

Exhibition is stunned, think about his master is right, if people are kind enough to help, it is normal to be polite. Exhibition hurried to the two Lochus, dressed as a modern young man, but also a small Taoist, naturally a Taoist pie.

Exhibition was a little unequivocal in front of Rocchu, “Sorry! ”

A big smile.

Apologize if you don't have the irritability of the city, it looks a lot easier.

Rochu nodded and didn't say anything. He walked up to the old Taoist and boarded with him. Lochu had little contact with Sheep Tae Zi, but felt that Sheep Tae Zi was born from the ancient world.

……

“The hallway hasn't spoken to this naughty apprentice about the boutique. ”

On the way, Taeko Sheep seemed to be still anxious, nagging and explaining what was next to Lochu, “The child is not bad in nature, just a little casual. ”

Lochu looked at Tae Zi sheep curiously and said, "I don't think your apprentice cares about this. Why do you care more than he does? ”

Sheep Tae took a subconscious look at the exhibition that followed him.

At this time, he stopped under a pear tree and wondered what he wanted to eat from the pear.

"I don't know much about the life of your monks," said Rocciu. But this little mayor, he's really out of the world, right? ”

Lamb-taizi had to blush his old face. It was just that this apprentice, who had been praised for many years, was another welcome thing.

The more I went back, the more I sighed in Tae-Zi's heart, and looked at Rochu and said: “Thank you for calling. The owner is a man of his own accord. ”

How do I put it?

Does such a small thing have to rise to the corner of the mouth, and then escalate into a hands-on event to be pleasant?

But it's amazing, this kindergarten often teaches the lesson, but it can make these secular people look like living fairy Taoists, like they drank a bottle of Xianlu Ganlin.

This realization is really cheap and ridiculous.

When I was a child, I forgot when I was younger. When I came back, it was like a treasure. Life is like that.

……

……

Far away, in Ulaanbaatar, in that huge crypt site.

On the edge of the great pit that sank, a group of people were climbing down with a variety of tools. The terrain below has become chaotic, and there is no flat bottom that can land the helicopter, only through this inefficient means.

Of course, it's been almost a day.

In fact, the edge of the great pit was already camped.

In the tent, a foreign man, about forty years old, dressed in fur coats, is not used to drinking local milk tea.

It's hard work.

This desolate place is paradise and hell compared to Hawaii, where he just left full of sunshine and beaches and beautiful women.

It's just that the company broke an entire treasure hunt here, and he's got nothing to gain, and he's had to leave Hawaii's charming beach temporarily.

“Mr. Bajo, Master Varava is back. ”

A tough man in a battle suit with a machine gun walked in with his tent open, respectfully.

Bajo seemed reluctant to stand up and put on his mink hat. Before coming out, he suddenly said: "Pour out these unpleasant things and make me a pot of coffee. ”

When can we get out of this shitty, shitty place?

Please don't take the sunshine and the beauty away from me.