Hearing what the master said, Zhou Fei looked very surprised. Mobile M.

"You can also find good food in this kind of place, teacher?"

The master glanced at him contemptuously: "Listening to your words, I know that your life is too rough, and there are only two things in life that cannot be disappointed, one is good wine and the other is food, and it just so happens that these two things have nothing to do with you." Zhou Fei, Zhou Fei, your life has been too much of a failure. ”

Zhou Fei muttered in a low voice: "In the whole wilderness, there is only a teacher, you will regard food and wine as things that cannot be lived up to in your life." ”

"What are you talking about alone?" asked the master, half-squinting.

Zhou Fei immediately showed a sweet smile: "I didn't say anything. ”

"Hmph. The master snorted arrogantly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, if you want to eat something delicious, come with me." ”

Speaking of which, the master also glanced at Ling Zhaoyan.

Ling Zhaoyan also showed a sweet smile.

But there was no smile in her eyes.

The Master smiled too, but his smile was meaningful.

Among the three people, only Zhou Fei was a silly white sweet at this moment, and the other two had their own thoughts.

Under the guidance of the master, the three of them soon came to a water source.

In the grassland, the water source is very precious, and it is also the place where the nomadic tribes set up camp.

The water source is not large, so it is not the tribes that have settled here, but independent nomadic people.

To Zhou Fei's surprise, these nomads actually recognized the master, and greeted the master cordially when he saw the master's arrival.

What's even more amazing is that the Master can also speak the language of the nomads.

Is there anything in this world that his old man won't do?

It's a universal power.

The Master greeted the nomads heartily, and hugged some of the older ones, touching their faces as if they were back in their own homes.

Nomads are notoriously enthusiastic, even if they are strangers, and when they meet acquaintances, their enthusiasm is naturally even higher.

Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan also received their warmest hospitality, and their faces were soon smeared with various oil paints.

The Master said, "Don't wipe it off, it's the highest etiquette for them to greet their guests, and if you wipe it off, you don't respect the other person's customs, and you will become an enemy." ”

Zhou Fei's raised hand slowly put it down again.

Ling Zhaoyan didn't feel anything, but instead showed a rather curious look.

The master looked at her and said nothing.

After the welcoming ceremony, the eldest man of the miniature tribe walked out of the yurt with the help of several young people, and looked at the way he walked, and felt like he was going to die at any moment.

The master greeted him, and a hand was naturally placed on the other party's wrist, and a pure aura was slowly injected into the old man's body.

His mental state was getting better at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

However, for ordinary people, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and the Master's actions can only make the old man feel comfortable for a while, and cannot change anything.

But for this old man, it is very rare to be able to re-experience the feelings of a few years ago or even more than ten years ago.

So he made a great bow to the Master.

The Master accepted it calmly and did not feel anything wrong.

The nomadic personality is like this, the more polite you are, the more they think you look down on them.

To put it simply, be direct, and the way you get along with each other is direct.

After receiving the courtesy from the other party, the master made his own request to the other party.

Halfway through, the master also stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan, pointing at Ling Zhaoyan for a longer time.

Zhou Fei finally felt that something was wrong.

But Zhou Fei couldn't describe this kind of wrongness in detail.

Because in his opinion, whether it is the master or Zhaoyan, they are no different from ordinary.

Let's observe and observe, maybe when the time comes, the Master will take the initiative to tell him.

"Alright, let's find a place to rest first, this nomadic delicacy needs some time to prepare, I asked them to prepare a yurt for you, go and rest. I'll call you when the meal is ready. The Master came and said.

Let the master say this, Zhou Fei did feel a little tired.

During this time, he had never rested properly, and his spirit had been in a state of high tension, but now he suddenly relaxed, and tiredness hit him like a tide, and he instantly began to be lightheaded, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

Ling Zhaoyan helped Zhou Fei and walked to the yurt prepared for them under the leadership of the nomads.

In the master's hand, a wine bag appeared like a trick.

It is filled with mare's milk wine, which is the favorite drink of nomads.

The Master threw his neck back and took a sip of it.

"Comfortable. ”

......

Zhou Fei slept soundly this night.

I didn't even have a dream.

When he opened his eyes, he was the only one in the yurt, and neither the master nor Zhaoyan was there.

It is estimated that I slept for too long, my brain was a little cloudy, and after sitting up, the muscles and bones in my body were extremely sore.

This is a very normal phenomenon, because the bones and muscles that used to be in a state of high tension along with the nerves are now relaxed too much, and it will naturally be sore and painful.

Zhou Fei sat cross-legged, luck breathing.

After a week's effort, the soreness disappeared completely.

He once again became the lively Zhou Fei.

Leaving the yurt, the moon was already hanging high outside, and the starlight was translucent.

Next to the water source, nomads light bonfires and sit on the ground, singing and dancing.

It seems that no matter in that world, the custom of nomads to dance is the same.

Ling Zhaoyan was the first to notice that Zhou Fei had woken up and beckoned to him.

Zhou Fei walked over, sat down beside Ling Zhaoyan, and whispered, "Why don't you wake me up." ”

Ling Zhaoyan said: "The master said to let you rest more, you are too tired during this time. Zhou Fei, thank you for taking care of me all the time. ”

Zhou Fei raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so polite all of a sudden, shouldn't you take care of you?"

Ling Zhaoyan stuck out his tongue, "People just want to thank you, don't be too careful." ”

Zhou Fei snorted.

Ling Zhaoyan put a small bowl in front of Zhou Fei, which contained something similar to fried chicken fillet.

"What's this?"

"I specially left it for you, and this is the delicacy mentioned by the Master. If you taste it, it's delicious. Ling Zhaoyan said.

Zhou Fei didn't doubt him, he directly grabbed one with his hand and put it in his mouth, after chewing it twice, his eyes lit up, and the movements in his hand were also speeding up, and after a while, the "food" in the bowl was eaten by him, and he licked his fingers unsatisfied, and asked, "What is this, why is it so delicious?"

The Master's voice came from the side, "Earth Dragon." ”

Zhou Fei: "Earthworms? ”

The Master said, "It is not the same species as the earthworm, the earth dragon is the name of the nomadic herdsman. ”

"How did you catch it?"

"With horse manure. ”

"What?"

"A pile of horse manure can attract three or four earth dragons, and the bowl you just ate used about seven or eight piles of horse manure. ”

Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then, "...... vomit"

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