Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Connecting Point

Indeed, people are here, and there is an acquaintance mixed in with it, that is, the old man we met in the town before, the old man who stopped us from going up the mountain, I didn't expect that he was the one who escorted us all the way to the snowy mountains.

In addition to the old man, there were four other people, three middle-aged men who looked to be around 50 years old, and one who also looked old.

These people are relatively taciturn, taking off the more obvious Miao costumes, wearing Han clothes, and looking like a few ordinary people.

After they came here, the old man saw me and Master and me at a glance, and the expression on his face did not change much, I guess he had already been greeted and still held the dry tobacco stick, and he said "Let's go." ’

Master and I didn't talk too much, just carried the luggage, and followed the old man away, while the other people inadvertently protected me in the middle.

Is this the so-called protective posture? I think so.

The old man seemed very familiar with the road here, and led us through this wilderness for about an hour, and then came to a small road that seemed to be a country road.

And here you can also see sparse houses and fields, these days of rushing, most of the time in the inaccessible places, suddenly see the appearance of the red dust in this world, the heart is still a little kind and excited.

In fact, we didn't walk long on this country road, about half an hour or so, and we came to a road that was obviously a township road, and on the road there was already a plain-looking, somewhat dirty off-road vehicle.

Naturally, this was not the off-road vehicle that Master and I parked in that town, but after getting into the car, I realized that the interior of this car was much more comfortable and luxurious than we had imagined.

When the car starts, it is also top-notch in terms of power, and the car is not at all as ordinary and ordinary as it appears to be.

"Even if you are blessed, the people in this car village go to the world to do things, and they can't sit at the level of a big witch, and they spend a lot of money." The people were silent, but after getting into the car, the old man, who was a little familiar with me and Master, opened his mouth to say a word.

And when he said this, the master just handed over the dry tobacco leaves.

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The journey was safer than we imagined, and it was smooth until the car drove into the plateau no man's land, I was in a trance, so I got here safely?

But in fact, almost everything happens along the way, and in words, it is a lack of goodness and comes to no man's land.

If there is anything worth mentioning, it is because of the connection between the dry tobacco leaves, the relationship between the master and the old man is good, and we have heard some things about the Eighteen Villages of Ancestral Witches from the mouth of the old man.

For example, how did their town suddenly appear, that is, because of the problem of 'resources', after all, these years of seclusion and development have made the strength of the Eighteen Villages of Zuwu more and more powerful, and there are more and more people, and the 'resources' of the village are limited, so they separated a group of people and entered the world.

And the criterion for separation is naturally based on the mysterious and mysterious ancestral witch bloodline

However, if you want to talk about the reason, it is not entirely because of this, the old man vaguely mentioned that this ancestral witch Eighteen Villages also seems to want to deliberately cultivate a little secular power, as for why, the old man did not say.

He just told us that there will be more and more people from the village coming down the mountain one after another, and they will be scattered in various places, and the town will be used as the general 'stronghold' of the Eighteen Villages of Zuwu Zhai, in short, this is a 'grand' blueprint, after all, the Eighteen Villages of Ancestors are still conservative and do not want to develop too fast in the world.

Is that so? I just listened to it as an anecdote, after all, the matter of the Wu family and Miao people is still very far away, and the biggest connection between us is just because of the person Qiangzi.

It's just that among them, the old man mentioned a sentence, which made me a little curious, he said that he lived most of his life, and sometimes he felt that good things were not necessarily good things, and good things might become bad things.

At that time, this sentence came inexplicably, so the master asked, why do you have such feelings?

The old man muttered in a low voice, all kinds of things have come to life in this era, one or two are good, and if there are more, it will make people tremble.

Master and I didn't understand what he said inexplicably, and he seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed the topic and said Anyway, he thinks that the development of secular forces is not a bad thing now, let's go and see.

Speaking of which, there are so many 'interesting' things in this world, and all kinds of things have come to life in this era, how can I not remember what I saw before, the remnant soul of the poor strange, and the phantom of the Han Qi behind the strong son?

Although it is interesting to listen to, I intuitively feel that these things have nothing to do with me, and my fate has always been connected to Kunlun, and if there are other different things in this world under the Heavenly Dao, then there will naturally be other people to bear the responsibility.

No man's land is vast, but walking here, there is an inexplicable feeling of freedom without restraint and constraints, but occasionally looking up at the sky, there will be a lonely chilling feeling.

The last time I came here, it was because of the big market, and I could always see the cultivators who came occasionally in the later stage, and even the cultivators gathered too densely, making it not like a no-man's land.

And this time I came here, but it was not the year of the big city, so this feeling of loneliness and helplessness was more deeply experienced.

The car was driving through no man's land, and the middle-aged man who was driving seemed to know exactly where to go, which always made me feel that the car was driving with a purpose, and at this time, the old man and my master opened up a conversation again.

"This is coming, this farewell, I don't know if I can smoke your dry tobacco leaves in my lifetime?"

"Coming soon? This snow-capped mountain is not mysterious, I thought it would take time to find their answering point" The master was puzzled, laughed again, and comforted the old man, saying that he would tell the old man where to buy this dry tobacco leaf and what kind of goods to buy when the time comes.

The old man was also happy when he heard this, and said to my master casually: "In the current circle of cultivators, the existence of a completely hidden world with great power is not the most indisputable to the world without the vein of the snow mountain, but for some of the big forces in the circle of cultivators, it is still necessary to give a little bit of thin face, for example, it will give a secret connection point, and our ancestor Wu Eighteen Villages naturally knows where such a connection point is." When we arrive this time, we will also go, and you can wait for Darjon there in peace. ”

"I see." Master muttered, and then fell into deep thought.

Actually, I believe that Master and I have the same thoughts at this time, that is, we have finally reached our destination, and we are beginning to worry about Uncle Qi and their group, after all, that is our real big army, will they also get here safely? Did anything go wrong? The years of my fugitive from Master and I can be said to have completely cut off contact with them.

In this silent contemplation, the car had stopped at the foot of a stretch of snow-capped mountains, still escorted by those few Miao people, and then we began to get out of the car and walk and climb a short section of snow-capped mountains, and then at the foot of a mountain crack, we arrived at the so-called contact point.

I never dreamed that the connection point was hidden in such a place, and it was a natural cave at the foot of a snow-capped mountain.

Master and I were taken into the cave, the temperature here is a little more comfortable, although the whole cave is simply arranged, but the basic daily necessities are available, and there are some food and water in the corner, which may be a point, and it is also a temporary place to stay.

There were two people in the cave, wearing thick white linen clothes, which was a typical dress of the snow-capped mountains, and after those Miao people proved that they were people from the Eighteen Villages of Zuwu, after a few simple negotiations, they let the master and I stay.

"You can eat and drink by yourself in the cave every day, and if you feel bored, you can also take a walk around the area, but it's best not to stay too far away. No man's land is full of dangers, and we are only responsible for reception, but not protection. "As the old man said, these Miao people left very decisively after bringing us here.

One of the two people who was in charge of the reception, and I was left with this greeting.

Only responsible for reception, not protection? Yes, this is the attitude of the Snow Mountain Pulse I have always been used to such a tone, in fact, according to their reputation, there is no force that wants to cause trouble in their territory, and my master and I are safe here, at least I think so.

Therefore, we stayed at this connection point with peace of mind, and those two people didn't care about us, and they always hid in the other two artificially excavated stone rooms in this cave on weekdays, and repaired in the other two artificially dug stone rooms, as if Master and I loved to live for as long as they wanted.

Moreover, they were extremely silent, and my master and I tried to pick up a conversation several times, and then asked my uncle if they had successfully reached the snowy mountains, but they were all unsuccessful.

Because, they don't answer the stubble at all!

In this inexplicable state of getting along, Master and I stayed in this stone cave, this so-called connection point, for three days.