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(2nd Update)

On the vast northern prairie, pastures are dotted and cattle are raised, which can be seen from time to time.

Tuta, the owner of the ranch, rode a short and sturdy horse, carried a shotgun, and led several sheepdogs to patrol around, shouting and shouting to guard against the loss of cattle and the attack of steppe wolves.

In the distance, a black dot suddenly appeared, slowly coming towards this direction. The owner of the ranch immediately noticed it, vigilantly took down the shotgun, and drove the horse around from time to time, which was a kind of self-protection.

People on horseback usually have the ability to shoot on horseback, and the hit rate is very high. Of course, they were targeting wolves and people who stole cattle.

Nowadays, the level of technology is high, and the ranch owners have also kept pace with the times, and they have long been equipped with telescopes. Tuta looked through the telescope and saw that it was a horse-drawn carriage with a small flag with a white page and a golden pattern on it.

On the left and right sides of the car, an old man and a young man were sitting, one leg hanging down, lazy. From time to time, the old man raised his whip and shouted, and the horse spit white air and steadily moved in one direction, and he held a wine gourd in his other hand, which was sipping with relish and intoxicated. The young people were bored and listless.

"Click, click—" The ranch keeper, Tuta, came over on his horse, and the sound of the horse's hooves grew louder and closer.

The young man saw it and hurriedly reminded the old man: "Master, someone is coming!"

The old man opened his eyes slightly, not caring at all.

"Li Anda, you are out of the land again!" As soon as Tuta, the owner of the ranch, arrived at him, jumped off his horse, and greeted the old man warmly, obviously an acquaintance. "I saw the small flag on the car from a distance and knew it was you!"

The old man surnamed Li also stopped the carriage and jumped out of the car.

Originally, there was a hug, but the old man was not used to it, and suddenly there was a small bottle in his hand behind his back, which was very small, estimated to be only one or two taels, and took it out.

"Tuanda, this is yours, haven't forgotten!" said the old man surnamed Li with a smile.

Tuta took it happily and carefully hid it.

After a brief exchange, the carriage and Tuta passed by, and continued in the direction of Youshan, the temperature dropping slightly.

In the carriage, the young man had a lot of questions.

"Master, this person is just a mortal, why are you so enthusiastic?" the young man couldn't help but ask. In his imagination, monks should be high, and mortals should be ants.

The old man's eyes were slit, shining, and said: "Mortals also have their value, there are few people in our faction, you still have a master uncle, and seven senior brothers and sisters, at present, there are only ten people in the inner sect, including you in the inner sect, many times everyone is cultivating, and there are not enough people, and the herdsmen on this prairie often buy some meat for the sect, and other living materials are sent, and over time, everyone is used to our existence!" The man's name was Tuta, and he had been dealing with us since the time of his deceased grandfather, who owned a lot of pastures in this area, and sent us things every six months—"

The young man was stunned, but still a little puzzled: "Master, even so, don't you need to give him such a good bar?"

He wanted to drink it, but unfortunately the master didn't give it.

The old man surnamed Li said lightly: "That's just a reward, half a month to give two taels of 'bitter thorn wine', those materials don't need to pay for them, they are more heartfelt, it hasn't changed from before to now!"

The young man knew that this wine was called 'bitter thorn wine', and it was also a kind of wine drunk by monks in the immortal cultivation world, and of course, it was also the worst. However, the worst wine is also much more delicious than the wine in the world, and it is endlessly memorable. The wine in the master's gourd is not 'bitter thorn wine', but another high-end wine 'Baiguo Brew', but it is too expensive, only such a gourd, and I am reluctant to drink it at all. ...,