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.,With two wisps of smoke billowing from his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the earthen wall, his eyes half-closed in contentment.,“While Qinfeng Mansion doesn't have immortal cultivators who accept disciples by opening a mountain, it does have martial artists who open schools and accept apprentices to cultivate the Dao of Martial Arts...”。