Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,When he was washing his legs in the yellow mud water of the wooden tub, under the light from the stable, Wei Tu clearly saw his own face at this moment.,“If there are destinies, then...are there also legendary immortals Living forever, strolling in the North Sea in the morning and on Mount Cangwu in the evening.”。