In this world, how can everyone be a mountain master? The tiger baby was shaking her head helplessly, Tian Xiao came over and said, "I'm really sorry, let you laugh, little gentleman." My old man is not a patriarch after all, so let Bai Xiying worry about some things. The patriarch ordered me to ask the master to help, the time is pressing, I have to go, what other advice does the little gentleman have?"

Huwa: "It seems that your patriarch doesn't want to make a big noise, and plans to quietly invite a master to help." ...... Excuse me, where do you want to find someone?"

Tian Xiao: "There is a Shuangliu village forty miles away from here, which is the largest village in this area, and it is also the intersection of several roads, and there are a lot of people coming and going. I want to go there and find someone, maybe there will be a master of the way. ”

Huwa asked again: "Even if a master passes by, can you recognize it?"

Tian Xiao stretched out his hand and patted his head: "This is a big question, I can't ask them one by one!"

The masters in the world, no one will write on their heads how many realms they have and what kind of abilities they have. The reason why Tian Xiao guessed that Huwa was a monk was only because of special circumstances. And the villagers called Huwa Master Gonggong, because he himself showed his magical powers, and he made a clay pot on the spot by kneading mud by the river.

However, when he arrived at Shuangliu Village, with Tian Xiao's eyesight, how could he tell who was the master he was going to invite, and did he still have to go to the bazaar to publicize it loudly? If he did this, not to mention whether he would show the news or not, I am afraid that he would also be noticed by the rogue, and maybe he would be intercepted and killed on the way.

Seeing Tian Xiao's embarrassed appearance, Huwa smiled and said, "Uncle Xiao doesn't have to worry, I'll accompany you." Although the masters in the world don't write cultivation on their faces, I can still see some clues. ”

Tian Xiao was overjoyed and said: "It would be great to have the help of the little gentleman! Otherwise, the old man will not be able to recognize him." You can see at a glance that I have practiced the strength of the mountain and the martial arts, and my eyesight is amazing. ”

At noon that day, Huwa and Tian Xiao left Baixi Village for Shuangliu Village. The road basically runs along the south bank of White Creek, and is far and close to that current. Winding for forty miles between the mountains and rolling hills, the eastward bound journey gradually turned southward, and on the way there was another village in the distance, on the east bank of the stream.

This is a very remote and not very easy road to walk, if ordinary people often have to walk in a group, but for the tiger baby who grew up in the wild mountains, I feel that this is already a smooth road. For ordinary people, this forty-mile journey usually takes a whole day, and they set off after breakfast, and they can reach it almost before dinner.

The living habits in this area are also different from those in the wilderness. In Lu Village, the people only ate one meal a day, and the food was distributed by the tribe. But in these villages in Ba Yuan, the inhabitants eat two meals a day, get up in the morning to make breakfast, and when the sun rises after eating, they go home for dinner before sunset, and when they are full, it is almost dark to go to bed.

The food is made and eaten by each family. However, Baixi Village still retains some of the traditions of the primitive tribes, and many fields are jointly owned by the tribesmen, and the tribes are often organized to collect products collectively. The goods produced are distributed uniformly. There are also public warehouses in the villages, which are exactly what the Shanji people want to loot.

Although Tian Xiao is over seventy years old, his kung fu has not been dispersed, and his feet are much faster than ordinary people. He and Huwa rushed to Shuangliu Village in half a day. This is the largest village Huwa has seen so far, with hundreds of houses scattered around, and according to Tian Xiao, there are more than 2,000 residents here, close to 3,000 people.

The reason why people are so prosperous. It is because of its special geographical location. This is the place where two streams of water meet, one is Baixi and the other is called Qingxi. There is a bridge on Baixi and Qingxi, which is actually made of solid and thick stone, and it is said that Feihong City specially sent engineers to invite a group of co-workers to build it. The villages and even the city in the vicinity have to pass through these two bridges, thus forming a traffic artery that extends in all directions.

Four roads intersect here, two of which cross Baixi and Qingxi respectively, and because of the size of the village, the walls have been extended several times, and some sections are not made of stones, but are cut from the nearby mountains to make tall fences. This is a bit like the former Qingshui clan walled city, and the tiger baby has seen it in the scene where the mountain god imprinted its original god.

However, the scale of Shuangliu Village is much larger than that of Qingshui City, and it is also the largest settlement in Feihong City except for the main city. Because it is located on a choke point, it also has a bustling market, and many people pass by here every day. However, the vast majority of the market traders here are not merchants, but mostly locals and people in the vicinity.

Tian Xiao often came here with two baskets of eggs to sell, in exchange for the cloth, salt and other materials needed by the tribesmen. When he picked things, he didn't walk as fast as he did today, he needed a whole day on the road, he had to stop at noon to rest and eat some dry food, the next day he finished the transaction, and the third day he carried the basket back, back and forth for a total of three days and two nights.

In this era, there were no so-called inns in many places, and the residents of many villages did not even know what an inn was. Pedestrians passing by villages are basically looking for people to stay in, and sometimes they will give something as a thank you. There are not many outsiders passing by in ordinary villages, and many families are generally happy to receive them, often not asking for any thanks, which is just a help for those who travel far away.

However, the situation of Shuangliu Village is relatively special, there are many people passing by at ordinary times, and it is not convenient for people on the side of the road to stay with outsiders every day. Therefore, the local patriarch and several elders discussed and built a post station next to the market, so that people like Tian Xiao, who came to sell eggs, stayed overnight.

The inn consisted of large houses, each with planks and hay laid along the corners, which could accommodate many people to sleep together, and a large courtyard with a fire for cooking. Tian Xiao and Huwa spent the night in the post station that day, and Tian Xiao felt very embarrassed, because the place was too messy and the conditions were too simple, and he had wronged this noble little gentleman.

But Tiger Baby didn't have much to care about, he was just curious. And the other people who stayed in the post house were also very curious about the tiger baby, this young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white and pure, even wore such thin kudzu cloth clothes in the early winter. Someone took the initiative to throw over a big worn felt, lent it to the tiger baby to wrap around the cold, and reminded him to be careful not to freeze at night.

Felt is not leather, but is woven from the soft, long fluff of an animal, which is much thicker and warmer than cloth. The felt was very old, with several holes in it, covered with traces of dirt and oil, and now it should have been used to wrap the goods, with some indescribable strange smell, not very good anyway, but it was really warm when wrapped around the body.

Huwa didn't need it, but he was very grateful, he sat in the grass pile next to the corner, draped the felt on his body, and inexplicably remembered the time spent the night in the firewood and straw house in Huahai Village.

When the tiger baby got up the next day and returned the felt to the other party, the man was a little stunned to find that the old felt had become clean, although there were still traces of oil stains on it, but it was only traces of no longer oil stains;

It can be said that the tiger baby is very boring, a monk who has refined the Jinghua recipe and mastered the skill of refining, such as the mountain master, is good at doing this kind of thing, and the tiger baby is even better. But if it were someone else, no one would waste their magical power on a piece of worn-out felt, even if they used a profound magical means, it would still be a piece of broken felt.

The person who took the initiative to lend the tiger baby felt was a very powerful man, he wore thick-soled bast shoes, and his body was draped in felt clothes, he was in his twenties, with a strong figure, and he seemed to be very energetic. He was a little stunned after taking the felt, and his intuition invisibly sensed that this thing was not the same as when he lent it to the boy last night, but no matter how he looked at it, it was still his felt, and it was still broken, old or old.

Tian Xiao had already lit a fire under the eaves outside, took out the food he had brought with him and prepared to make breakfast, and the young man was sitting on the side, with a dog sitting beside him, looking as if he was waiting for the meal to start. Seeing this man standing at the door in a daze, Tian Xiao greeted with a smile: "This strong man, thank you for last night! If you are not in a hurry, come over and eat something together." ”

The man looked at the broken felt in his hand, and then at the tiger baby sitting under the eaves, and always felt that when he woke up, there seemed to be something wrong in this world.

He replied politely: "It's just a piece of baggage, lend it to your child to wear it for a night, why be so polite?"

Tian Xiao smiled again: "This little gentleman is not my child, he is from other places, and he is already a co-worker at a young age." ...... It's just a little food, so why should a strong man be polite!"

The man was taken aback, it turned out that this young man had such an identity, and he had at least three realms of cultivation to become a co-worker in the city, but he was really a monk of the three realms, so why should he spend the night with these passers-by? As long as he said hello to the leading figures in the town, he would naturally be treated as a distinguished guest and arranged a comfortable place to stay.

Even if you go to stay, you can find the best people, and everyone knows that the gratitude of a co-worker must be very rich. Even if it's not for thanks, many families are proud to be able to receive them.

Kanji walked over and saluted, then sat down next to him, took the piece of felt and asked with some hesitation: "Forgive me for being clumsy, I don't know you are a co-worker!

Huwa asked curiously, "What's the matter, did I break your felt?"

The man hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just think it's inexplicably cleaner, softer, and stronger." ”

Huwa laughed and said, "That's good, I just used mana to refine by the way, but it can only be like this." (To be continued......)