The young man with a white face was surprised, and his feet, which were about to clamp the horse's belly, paused for a moment, and looked down at Liu Shuangli: "What's the matter with the child?"

Liu Shuangli said: "May I ask this eldest brother, how should I go to Bailing Temple?"

"Bailing Temple?" the young man was slightly startled. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Well, it's said that it's in Damaona, big brother, do you understand?"

"What are you going to do there?" asked the white young man without answering.

"Where are we going to meet?"

"You guys?"

"Yes, Brother Guan said to be waiting for us there. So we need to get there. Liu Shuangli nodded and smiled.

"Brother Guan? Listening to the surname doesn't look like a Mongolian person. The white man frowned slightly, looked at Liu Shuangli and said, "Who are you, why did you come to Monti to meet?"

"Brother Guan said that Bailing Temple is a blessed place, and it is a place that you must go to when you enter Mongolia. So it's best to meet there. Liu Shuangli explained.

"Blessed land? Yes, your big brother Guan is right, I don't know if he is a person who often comes to Monti. ”

"Well, often come to Monti? I didn't mention it, but I think it should be. Liu Shuangli replied, looking at the white young man with a pair of beautiful eyes, and then asked, "This eldest brother knows how to go to Bailing Temple, right?"

"Of course, Bailing Temple is a sacred place for Mongolian people, as long as Mongolian people will not know it. ”

"Oh, that's good, can Big Brother tell me how to get there?"

"Before answering this, I was curious," the young man blinked his eyes and looked at Liu Shuangli, "Child, who is that Brother Guan that you invited in your mouth, and you dare to rest assured that you two and a half old children ran to a foreign land alone, and what did you say about meeting, he is not afraid that something will happen to you?"

"Well, Brother Guan was actually worried, and he wanted to come with us at first, but we thought it would be better for us to come, so Brother Guan didn't insist. ”

"What an overly bold child," the white man smiled again, and asked again, "can you give me your name, child?"

"My name is Liu Shuangli. Liu Shuangli also smiled, pointed to Qin Siyang again, and said, "His name is Xiao Yang." ”

"Well," the white man nodded, "my name is Porot." ”

"Hello, Big Brother Borit. Liu Shuangli hurriedly greeted him.

Bo Rite smiled softly, turned his head and said a few words to several of his companions in Mongolian, and only after his companions nodded approvingly, he turned to Liu Shuangli again and said: "This time to go to Bailing Temple, even if you ride a fast horse, it will take two days to get there, look at the small steps of you two children, it is estimated that it will be more than twice the distance when you walk, you know." ”

"It's so far. The two children opened their mouths wide.

"Do you know how to ride horses?"

Liu Shuangli turned her head to look at Qin Siyang, and when she saw that he shook his head to indicate that he wouldn't, she also shook her head.

"That's going to be hard. Seeing this, Borett was a little embarrassed and said, "I wanted to give you a horse, but you can't ride it." ”

Liu Shuangli was not discouraged, still smiling, and said: "It's nothing, whether it's six or eight days of walking, the eldest brother just needs to tell us how to walk, no matter how long the road is, there will always be a day to go." ”

"What an ambitious child. Porot praised, turned his head to his companion and said a few more words of Mongolian, and when his companion nodded again, he turned to the two children, pointed to the northeast, and said, "Our yurt is not far ahead, and if it is late to-day, you may as well spend the night in our tent." Tomorrow I have found people who are going to Bailing Temple to catch the market, and you will follow them again, which is just right. ”

The two children thought about it for a while, but there was no better idea, and immediately nodded and agreed to Poret's proposal.

When Bo Rite saw Le Ma come forward, he bent down and stretched out his hand to hug Liu Shuangli onto his mount, and another Meng man also stepped forward and hugged Qin Siyang on his horse.

It was really late, and although Porett pointed not far, it took two quarters of an hour to get to the place where they had set up their tent.

It was the first time for the two children to see so many and so large tents, lined up on the grass. Counting them, there were hundreds of canopies, which made them very curious.

Qin Siyang is okay, although it is the first time he has seen it, but he has seen it in a book before, and he has seen similar albums, so the novelty is novelty, but he can just take a look.

Liu Shuangli was different, she had only seen the poor people who had been displaced before, and the most shabby tents made of dilapidated tarpaulin. Now when I see a yurt as big as a room with a complex structure, I look at the left and right very strangely, but I can't see enough and can't settle down.

Although the Mongolian people were constantly at war with the Great Zhou, for the ordinary Mongolian people, the war was a war, and when the guests came, they would still entertain them well. Even if the guests who come are not from their own clan, or even from their hostile clan, the guests are still guests, and hospitality must be warmly entertained, which is not the same thing as war.

Therefore, for the sudden arrival of the two Han children, the Mongolian people only asked about the situation curiously, and then warmly entertained them.

This night, the two children had a full mutton meal under the hospitality of the Mongolian people, and finally got the first sleep with a canopy after setting off to Mongolia.

Nothing else to say for one night.

On the second day, Borite really found a group of Mongolians who were going to the Bailing Temple to catch the market.

It was two families from a neighboring tribe who were on their way to the north to shepherd sheep, a few fast horses and two wagons full of goods. Both families were rushing to the next pasture when late spring fell. So I was anxious to grasp the surplus items that had been stored at home for a winter and exchange them for food and lambs. Only then did they ride horses and carriages together, and were heading to the Bailing Temple, the largest market in the Mongolian tribe.

Bo Rite introduced the two Han children to them, and after they only asked about the situation routinely, they did not ask any more, let the two children get into their carriage, and rushed to the Bailing Temple together.

With the strength of the legs of the carriage, it was much easier for the two children to walk again.

Although the language of the Mongolian people is not understood all the way, except for the boy Qin Siyang, they are all casual people, and they can understand the meaning of the other party with their hands and feet.

After doing so for three days, they finally saw their destination, the Bailing Temple area in Damao.

After thanking and bidding farewell to the Mongolian people who were traveling with them, the two children held hands and stepped into the Damao Ming'an United Flag, which is similar in size to the urban town of Dayan.

Bailing Temple is just a group of temples on the main road in Qinei, but it is also the heaviest landmark building in Qili. South Street, located in the temple community, is the most unique scenery under this banner. Because there are three seasons of the year on this south street, there will be daily business travelers, and all kinds of materials are exchanged and traded here. It's really not lively.

The two children came to the market, but they didn't bother to watch, but they were just anxious to find the figure of Guan Duzhong.

Anyway, it's been a month since they broke up with Guan Duzhong.

In the course of a month, half of them were blindly wandering around the northern border of the Great Zhou, and half were going around the farthest road, rushing to the Monti Desert.

Fortunately, their good luck came again, and after coming to Mongolia, they didn't delay much and met the truly hospitable and knowledgeable Mongolian people. Within a few days, he arrived safely at the promised meeting place.

Now, when they came to Bailing Temple, there was nothing else to do, the only thing they had to wait for was to pretend to be Guan Duzhong who wanted to rescue them, and Han Qihai made a decision, saying that the Mongolian army would definitely come to hunt them down.

On the one hand, they rescued and ventilated the Mongolian people to chase them, and the two children were still a little puzzled by which calculation Han Qihai played.

It was still early in the morning, and the bustling bazaar had just gathered business travelers from all directions.

Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang couldn't stop looking around and shuttled through the market.

But most of them, except for the herdsmen and merchants dressed as Mongolians, only saw strange clothes, foreign travelers. There are also people dressed up by Han people, but there are relatively fewer than other business travelers.

But the Han people dressed up less, and the two children who shuttled for half a day still keenly found that most of the items placed in the market were items of the Han people of the Great Zhou. After questioning, they knew that these items were really sold by these people in mysterious or strange costumes, who had been trafficked here since Great Zhou.

The Han people were mostly afraid of being looted, and it was much more difficult to escape, so there were not many people who came here to traffic. It is said that this situation was different at the beginning of the establishment of the Great Zhou. At that time, most of the vendors gathered here were Han Chinese. At most, more than half of the people on a street will be Han merchants from the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the owners here are only one-third.

Even if the Han people are less dressed, it is even more convenient to find it, but the two children have been looking for a long time, but they have never seen the figure of Guan Duzhong.

After shuttling through the market for a long time, I saw that it was almost noon, and the pedestrians in the market gradually decreased. The two children were also discussing finding a place to escape from the sun and have lunch.

Suddenly, on the other side of the market, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves. It seems that a team of men and horses are galloping towards this.

The two children avoided with the crowd to a corner of the market, looked through the crowd to the sound, and saw that it was really a team of neatly dressed people and horses galloping towards them.

A team of people and horses, all wearing green silk round inlaid gold black crowns, wearing gold brocade cut fluffy blue bottom tight-fitting middle clothes, and the outer cover pieces are inlaid with black edges and white background armor. Look at the dress, not like a soldier, but like a guard of honor of a noble person.

The Mongolian people who avoided the street talked about it, Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang couldn't understand it, and they could only hear a few of them from what they kept saying.

That Yan is the collective name of the Mongolian nobles, which Qin Siyang knows, what about Mingtuo, what is it?

A group of richly dressed men and horses followed, much less than the neatly dressed guards who had been dressed like guards of honor before, and there were only about a dozen horses when they were counted.

The two children looked at the luxurious costumes and were still novel, but the Mongolian people who were watching began to sound bursts of admiration and cheers. (To be continued.) )