If you had to choose one of the "most mysterious" villages in the world, the village of Sinad would be elected without dispute.

In fact, there are many remote villages, such as Kokot Village, Pokai Village, and Jiangbo Village.

However, these villages also communicate with the outside world on a daily basis, unlike the village of Sinade, which is completely self-sufficient, whether it is a merchant or a tourist, you may not see a few people throughout the year.

How did this isolation come about?

Those who have been to Synard Village may speculate that it is a special folklore that causes xenophobia among the villagers, but anyone who has been here will find that the villagers of Synard Village are surprisingly hospitable.

The only reason that prevents people from coming and going is the topography.

Xiqi Country is a large island in the East China Sea, and it is also the origin and hometown of the dragon people.

However, resources are scarce and transportation is inconvenient, and the vast majority of the dragon people have spread across the continent for countless years, integrating with human civilization.

The once glorious dragon civilization has long since dissipated in the long river of history, leaving only large fragments of broken and ancient ruins dotted everywhere.

Isolated and inhabited, these two points have screened out more than 90 percent of merchants and travelers.

And that's just to the land of Siqi.

To reach the village of Synard, you have to go up and down to the Sky Mountain Range, where all kinds of monsters infest, and go all the way up to the top of the mountain to see this small village hidden on the platform on the top of the mountain.

It is light to say that the hardships and dangers are light.

Later, with the development of aviation technology, the difficulty of coming to the village of Sinad was greatly reduced, and with the strange scenery of Sky Mountain, if the local people were willing to cooperate with the publicity, it might also develop a little tourism and become lively.

However, for this dragon-human village with an extremely high average age, it is not necessary to be lively, but it will disturb their peaceful life.

Young dragons who yearn for the outside world often find a way to go down the mountain and leave, such as the head of Jiangbo Village back then.

Most of the rest are old people who can accept this kind of indifference, a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, watching the clouds go by in a daze for a whole day, and finding that forgetting to light a pipe is a common thing.

The posture of self-cultivation and tending to the crops seems to be pruning flowers and plants, and this indifference and leisure of isolation cannot be experienced in other places.

The most intuitive experience is that when the Isana landed in Jiangbo Village, the curious villagers almost surrounded them.

When they stopped at the edge of the hilltop platform where the village of Synard was located, most of the villagers looked as if they hadn't seen them, except for a lively dragonman kid running with a windmill to watch the excitement.

Take care of your own farming, stroll and enjoy the breeze.

Feng Ying was the first to jump off the boat, and then she was entangled by the lively child, but fortunately, she was also a talkative person, and she chatted lively.

"That's amazing! Big whales! Oversized whales! ”

"Awesome! I haven't seen it, ahhahaha! ”

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Gordon glanced over there and stopped paying attention, Feng Ying could mingle with the local children everywhere.

He looked sideways at the brigade commander, "Let's go see the senior monk first?" This large pile of Jiangbo Village specialties can't be piled up in the cabin all the time, making the whole ship smell of dried fish. ”

"Let's go!" The brigade commander straightened his hat and strode off the gangway.

"Do you need us to come along?" Anhill asked.

Gordon thought for a while, shook his head and said: "No need, a few heavily armed hunters followed, as if they were going to do something, I and the monk are also considered to know each other, I just go." ”

Anhill nodded, whistling at the gale, ready to take it around with him.

The gale rushed almost in a leap, and it was almost suffocating these days on the flying ship.

Before Gordon and the brigade commander could get far from the Isana, a squinting young dragon man approached him.

Looking at the small windmill on the young man's waist, Gordon suddenly sighed a little emotionally—this scene was really exactly the same as when he fought against the beetles a few years ago.

"Great monk, long time no see." Without much thought, Gordon raised his hand in greeting.

The monk, dressed as a "kind young farmer", was stiffened, and he almost couldn't hide the kind smile on his face.

Like his brother, the monk has a good memory, at least he hasn't forgotten who Gordon was a few years ago.

Holding back the "May the wind guide you" that he was about to blurt out, he said helplessly: "Mr. Gordon, the senior monk is just my position when I was sacrificing in the temple, and I am just an ordinary young villager. ”

Gordon shrugged, obviously not taking the monk's words to heart, he pointed to the brigade commander beside him, and briefly introduced his identity.

"Huh? Brother's letter? And a gift from my brother? The monk, who claimed to be a young villager, was a little surprised.

The brigade commander took the letter from his waist and handed it to the other party.

After glancing at the handwriting on the envelope and confirming that it was indeed a letter written by his brother, the monk was smiling happily, and the large number of specialties on the ship were secondary.

The senior monk was leading the brigade commander to find the elder of the village, an old man of the dragon people who fit the stereotype of "old dragonmen".

Let him help arrange for the few young people in the village to help carry them, and distribute the special products sent by the elder brother, which is a gift from the elder brother to the whole village.

Only then did Gordon and the others figure out that the elder in front of them was the main speaker of Sinard Village, and the senior monk was in a transcendent position, but it was more manifested at the religious level, and most of the daily affairs in the village were taken care of by the former.

Hearing the news from the big-nosed village chief of Jiangbo Village, the elder was not as happy as the monk, but had some feelings that the nose was not the nose and the eye was not the eye.

This is a very traditional and honest old man, and the practice of abandoning the duties of the village and the monks in Jiangbo Village makes him really not have a good impression of him.

If it weren't for the monk's persuasion, he wouldn't even want to send someone to touch those specialties.

Such an atmosphere made Gordon and them feel a little uncomfortable.

As early as the previous attitude of Jiangbo Village's evasive attitude, he could see that to the people of Xinard Village, the pure white dragon scales seemed to symbolize some kind of taboo and ominousness.

At the moment, the elder is angry, and if he asks about it, he is afraid that there will be no good results, so he can only find an opportunity later.

The elder was a reasonable man, and although he was unhappy with the big nose in Jiangbo Village, he did not extend this dissatisfaction to them outsiders.

While sulking, he did not forget to arrange food and accommodation for everyone in the brigade.

The brigade plus the silver-edged hunting group, as well as cats and dogs, were relatively numerous, and if it weren't for the fact that the Issana had enough cabins, it would not have been easy for the small village to accommodate their large group of outsiders.

At night, the monk was inviting the brigade to his home.

A large number of meals that are not exquisite, but very local, have been put on the table.

No matter what the elders and those stubborn old guys in the village think, as the younger brother of the head of Jiangbo Village, at least the senior monk himself, he is very grateful to everyone in the brigade for bringing the news of his relatives.

Looking at the small windmill whirring outside the window, he smiled and said: "The wind of fate guides us to meet here. ”

(End of chapter)