"Shopkeeper, let's have a bowl of herbal tea to moisten your mouth!"

"Okay, I'm here to bring you a little!"

After a while, the fragrant herbal tea was presented by the enthusiastic store. Lu Bu picked up the bowl and drank it all. He felt a refreshing cool air reaching his throat, which made him, who had been on the road for most of the day, and he couldn't help but praise: Good tea!

This is a wilderness tea shop of ten miles of Jieting at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. It leans against an old willow tree, simple, exquisite and simple. At dusk, the wind in the mountains rustled together, making the store's sign sway in the wind, and it looked very bleak.

Lu Bu looked at the dark sky and no longer planned to continue on the road, so he asked: Can the store provide accommodation?

The shopkeeper glanced at Lu Bu's whole body, thought about it, and said, "I used to be fine, but now, the business is not easy to do, so I must not! Please find another place for you!"

"Shopkeeper, I don't want much about accommodation. I just need to move your woodshed. I'm willing to rent it for four times the store price for one night!" Lu Bu discussed.

The store's face changed and seemed a little moved, but he finally replied: The store has really rules, and it doesn't work if it doesn't work!

Lu Bu heard the firm meaning of the store's tone, but he knew it was impossible to force it. Although he was a little strange, the store was opened by someone else's house, so could he live in it arrogantly?

The store is a middle-aged man with a beard. At first, he looks strong and powerful, with a simple face, but his body is really attractive. At first, Lu Bu suspected that the tea shop that was not in the village before and not in the ground behind was not like a black shop on Cross Slope, but the store's voluntary rejection of customers really cleared the relationship.

There are ghost buildings in wild villages and wild shops, **** will not open them now.

Respecting other people's wishes is a virtue, so Lu Bu said goodbye after three bowls of tea, without anger, splashing, or questioning. He asked the nearest village location in the tea room and left peacefully.

hiss!

After stepping on the horse, Lu Bu had to follow the instructions of the tea shop and walk towards the nearest Lujia Village.

"The Lu family in the north of Lujia Village is very hospitable and likes to add stoves. It is the third largest in the north and south. The old tree in front of the door has been a century-old cloth. Enke, remember to stay in this house!"

Five feet away, the rough voice of the tea shop owner came from afar, and Lu Bu was slightly shocked on the horse's back, which was gradually moving away with the sound of the flying horse's hooves.

The store owner reminded me to stay at the home of the old Lu family, and I also took great pains to give poems. What is the mystery of pretending to be?

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Blood thieves, in the name of blood and thieves, are a very famous organization at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and are also a famous existence among the thieves at the foot of Taihang Mountain. Because every time this blood thief occurs, it must be a person, a set of dirty blood masks. No one has seen a member of the Blood thief organization, and no one can take off the mask of the Blood thief. Some people say that blood thieves cannot be called an organization, because there must be a same face under the dirty blood mask. There is only one blood thief, so naturally it cannot be called an organization. But some people have objections. He pointed out that what if the blood thief is not a person, but everyone in the organization has the strength of the blood thief? Thousands of blood thieves and thousands of blood thieves, only one person appears, and one person is far more terrifying and ruthless than one person.

Bloodthief, this organization, is full of mystery. "He" cannot be killed or robbed. He is called the Thieves. However, because "He" once cut off a cart of ten carts of food and grass from the Mi Family Chamber of Commerce. He did not ask for any of them, and ordered people to write notes and spread them everywhere. In the end, the ten carts of food and grass were divided by the surrounding villages. It is also possible to call the Thieves. Because of his habit, it is said that he always likes to visit an unknown tea shop at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. Whenever he arrives at night, he meets someone in the tea shop, no matter men, women, old, wealth, poor, they will be killed. The next day, the tea shop will disappear out of thin air, and then appear in another place every other day.

The dirty blood on the mask of dirty blood is said to be the dirty blood of the guests in the tea shop. The dirty blood is all fresh blood, and it will not exceed one hundred at the latest. Because the blood thief is said to have a fetish, he is crazy about the smell of blood, and blood is comparable to the vampire's obsession with bait consumption.

According to the legend of blood thieves, under the Taihang Mountains, a child cried at night and cried loudly. He was so proud that he would not cry again.

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The dragon is in the sky, and the horse's hooves fly fast.

The tiny Lujia Village is less than ten miles away from the foot of the Taihang Mountains. Ten miles is a long journey for those who walk on their legs. For Lu Bu, who owns a BMW, ten miles is just an hour of running around.

As night fell gradually, smoke rose up, and it was time for each household to cook dinner. Lu Bu got off his horse and led it into the farm village with low soil walls and thick chimneys.

The entrance to the village is at the southmost point, and I don’t know if there is an exit to the north. A very old monument with the word Lu is inscribed there, which has been exposed to the wind and sun. The Lu family’s old man introduced by the tea shop is located in the north of the village, and the entrance to the village is at the south. It seems that he has to cross the entire Lu family village if he wants to stay at his house.

Lu Bu thought that he, a stranger, would definitely be questioned when he came here, and at least he could see the legendary village chief. But he was surprised to find that he had walked all the way and no one had come to pay attention to him. Even the old farmer who was carrying a hoe and planning to go home regarded him as none even if he ties with him. The people of this village were so indifferent that they were like a living person who came here and was unwelcome like a lonely ghost.

"I want to stay here, can I have a convenient way?" Lu Bu walked for most of the way, and finally stopped an old man who looked kind and smiled at the center of the village and said tentatively.

The old man smiled heartily first, then turned his face coldly, and his charitable eyes turned into dead fish. He turned: Old Lu's family in the north of the village, go there! Don't go anywhere, people will die!

Then the old man seemed to have changed, smiling, even if there was nothing in his mouth.

Lu Bu didn't say a word, and at the same time he was secretly alert that the behavior of the people in this village was too strange.

Da da da da da!

The sound of horse hooves also seemed a little dull.

Withered vines, old trees, crows.

An old willow tree in front of the door, looking at it for less than a hundred years, with morning glory (flowers) everywhere under the tree. The withered vines on the tree are dense, and there are far more ayati vines than new vines, but it is still alive. On the withered vines and new branches, circles of white cloth are wrapped in white cloth, and the cloth is blood-red cloth, as if it is a text dyed with blood-red fuel, densely packed, and there are many bells hanging on the tops, like Lingdingyang, the breeze suddenly rises, and the blood-colored white cloth is flying, and the bells are clattering. Several crows have made nests on the tree, flapping their wings and pecking at the blood-colored cloth, as if the cloth is full of fresh blood.

The third largest number facing north and south, the old trees in front of the door have been clothed for a hundred years! This is this house.

Looking at this yard that was more desolate than most of the people in the village, it was hard to imagine that this was the home of the Lu family that the owner of the tea shop called.

He led his horse to the wooden door and knocked on the door knocker three times. This was the most solemn etiquette.

Soon, the closed wooden door opened.

An old man with a frosty face, wearing a coarse linen, looked like a farmer, walked out and said carefully: Is this noble man going to stay?

"I dare to ask if it's the Lu family's elder?" Lu Bu said.

The old man in the Lu family smiled shyly, showing his yellow front teeth: What kind of old man is not old? The noble man turns out to be a guest. I call me Lao Lu, I don’t mind!

"Old, Old Lu?" Lu Bu was a little surprised.

"Oh, the noble man called me so comfortable!" The old man who called me was called Lao Lu smiled.

"Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!" Lao Lu said without hesitation, pulled Lu Bu into the yard, and then carefully locked it with a wooden bolt.

"There are good forages in the backyard, so you can place horses! There is a guest table in the front hall. Please wait. I will prepare a few special side dishes first, so that guests can try them out. Don't walk around!"

Old Lu enthusiastically told Lu Bu something to pay attention to, and then he worked hard on his own.

Lu Bu looked at Lao Lu's back deeply and felt that Lao Lu was normal, hospitable, cheerful, neat and calm. But because he was normal, it was abnormal. In such a huge village, hundreds of villagers were extremely indifferent to Lu Bu and turned a blind eye to him. Only Lao Lu was treated as usual and was hospitalized. With the guidance of the tea shop owner, Lao Lu was really just Lao Lu like an old farmer?

Lu Bu came to the living room as he spoke, but found that the difference in the living room was that the tables and chairs looked extremely exquisite. It looked very similar to the century-old agarwood that "the fragrance cannot sink, and the water cannot soak". On the wall of the scattered soil, there was a whole picture about three meters long and powerful, with a famous ink painting of Ma Baijun and general's battle.

Lu Bu opened the teapot, poured the water from the teapot into the porcelain cup, and washed away the tea leaves in the porcelain cup. He waited quietly.

Six dishes and one soup, three meats and three vegetables, all with color, fragrance and taste.

Under the warm greeting of the old man, Lu Bu did not move his chopsticks, but just looked at Lao Lu calmly.

The old Lubu's face was full of vicissitudes, and gradually became indifferent from enthusiasm: the nobles forget things more often, and they are talking about nobles. This nobles, after you have eaten this meal, you will have a rest in the evening, and after leaving tomorrow, you will forget everything here.

Lu Bu lowered his head and looked at the chopsticks and said, "Why should I forget it? Lao Lu's business is really deserted, and I am planning to find some friends to support me. Lao Lu Guigeng? It's strange that I know some skills of looking at the qi, but I can't tell Lao Lu's real age."

Lao Lu's face became even colder: Why should nobles ask clearly? This place is very dangerous and will die if you stay for a long time. As for the art of looking at the qi and the method of fur you mentioned, can you compare with the art of looking at the qi of the old Wang family in Handan?

"Is the old Wang family in Handan very famous?" Lu Bu looked up and said.

"Hmph, not only famous, but over the past thousands of years, countless famous families have flourished, and countless famous generals and scholars have declined. Only talk about a few families and have been immortal in the long river of eternity. The Wang family of Handan is one of them. Their qi-seeking skills are the best in ancient and modern times!" Lao Lu said with emotion.
Chapter completed!