It is now the cold winter season, the grass and trees are withering, and there is an endless wasteland under Helan Mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info As far as the eye can see, the sky is so blue and the field of vision is so open. Not far away, there seems to be something standing, and the colorful flags are waving in the wind, which is very conspicuous.

Shangguan Hao asked with a smile, "Mage, is that a beacon?" Among the four, her eyes can be regarded as the most powerful, and she can always make new discoveries at the first time.

Shaking his head, Simonzar looked at the cone-shaped building, his eyes were full of endless piety, and he turned around and said: "It is not a beacon tower, but Obo (that is, Aobao), a landmark on our vast grassland, and a symbol of the grassland people's worship of the mountain gods and road gods, praying for a good harvest and the happiness and safety of their families!"

"Every year we have a worship ceremony, and when people go out on a long journey, whenever they pass by Obo, they have to dismount and pray for safety, and they also add a few stones or a few handfuls of soil to Obo for good luck!" he said proudly.

Everyone looked up at the tall Obo, and their hearts seemed to be much quieter, and more of a kind of reverence and gratitude for the nature of heaven and earth.

Shangguan Hao was very curious about this thing, and smiled happily: "Let's go, let's go and have a look, I've never been here before!"

Qingli glanced at her, and muttered in her heart: "You know how to play!" However, she also wanted to go and see it, after all, this place is very different from Taihua Mountain, and it is naturally a good thing to be able to experience the customs and customs of various places.

Simonzar looked at them with a smile and said, "The four guests have come from afar, and I want to invite you to a gathering among the clan, I don't know if the four of you appreciate their faces?"

He said so, and the four of them were embarrassed to refuse, so they followed him in the direction where Obo was.

It looks quite close on Helan Mountain, but it takes a lot of time to walk, and it finally arrives.

Obo is a cone-shaped platform made of earth and rock, with wicker sticks inserted on it, and brocade flags fluttering in the wind. Simonzar picked up a stone from the ground, added it to the high platform, and worshipped it reverently. The people of the steppe regarded Obo as a god, and naturally revered it very much.

And the four Qingli also did as he did, at this moment, their hearts seemed to have been baptized by the Holy Spirit, assimilated and unified with all things in heaven and earth, and that feeling was extremely subtle and indescribable.

"Come with me, everyone, our Simon tribe is ahead!" Simonzar said to the four and led them over.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

On the Helan Wasteland, there are "small mountain bags", which are surrounded by each other and neatly arranged, which is the tent of the clansmen.

With a bold smile on his face, Simonzar said to the four people: "This is our village, welcome everyone to Helan grassland!"

At the same time, there are many people who come out, and their simplicity and enthusiasm make everyone feel very moved.

A beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous costume walked in the front, with a slightly shy smile on her face, saluted everyone, and said softly: "Welcome to the beautiful grassland!"

The mage introduced the four of them, "This is my daughter Sarengaova!"

The four saluted, all smiling. Shangguan Hao just glanced at her a little more, Qingli stepped on him lightly, and said, "Brother Hao, don't be so rude, how can you stare at people when you meet for the first time?"

Shangguan Hao felt pain, but he didn't dare to shout, and said in a very low voice: "What are you doing, I'm just looking at it, okay? You shouldn't be guilty of using the word 'staring', right?"

After cutting it, Qingli added: "You know it in your own heart!"

Shangguan Hao didn't understand what was wrong with her, why every time she looked at a beautiful woman, she came out to make trouble, how much she ruined the atmosphere!

"It's cold outside, four guests, please sit in the room!" said Saren Gaova with a smile and ushered them in.

The four of them stood there, the inside of the tent was really different, compared to the outside, it was much warmer, and people's hearts melted all at once.

Saren Gaowa offered each of them a bowl of milk tea, and the four of them reached out to take it, and drank it with a clatter, walking in the cold for so long, and now suddenly there is a bowl of hot milk tea in their stomachs, that feeling is really great.

Saren Gaowa on the side smiled lightly, although their behavior was a little rude, but after all, they were not from the grassland, and they didn't know the rules here, so they didn't need to be restrained so much.

"I heard my father say that you came from far away, just see you take milk tea. In fact, the rule in the clan is that guests should bow slightly and use both hands or right hands to pick up, not with their left hand alone. But it doesn't matter, you can just feel free and feel like you're home!"

"Next, I will toast you! It is customary for guests to catch the wine immediately, dip it with their ring fingers after receiving it, and then light it in the direction of the heavens, the earth, and the furnace to show their respect for the gods of heaven, earth, and fire. Of course, don't be reluctant if you don't drink, but gently dip your lips to show that you have accepted the pure friendship of your master!" she explained, holding the horn cup with a white Hada, and offering the fragrant mare's milk wine.

The four of them took it one by one, dipped their ring fingers in the mare's milk wine, and lit it in the direction of the heavens, the earth, and the stove, and drank it all. Then the big guys sit down to eat together, and the mage's house is really richly prepared, and the people of the grassland are always so enthusiastic that you feel at home.

Everyone eats, drinks and has fun. At this time, Saren Gaowa said: "I'll dance for you, you must not have seen the dance of the Helan tribe of the roadmen!"

"Okay! I'm looking forward to it!" everyone clapped their hands and laughed.

As the words fell, Saren Gaowa picked up the cup on the table and gently placed it on top of her head, holding two cups in each of her hands.

Elegant and subtle, dignified and simple, soft and rigid...... Every movement of her shows the beauty so specifically and vividly that people can't help but admire!

A bright smile spread across everyone's faces, but Sageova's gaze inadvertently fell on someone in the seat. The man was dressed in blue and wore a fairy sword on his body, and his smile was so charming that it made people feel a burning desire.

Bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, slightly drunk like a jade mountain about to collapse! The combination of his facial features is just right, and there is an elegant and cold aura on his body, which makes people fascinated and don't know who they are.

If the soul of dance is the two-way burst of the dancer's spiritual beauty and physical beauty, then at this moment, her dance is for the man in blue. It is only when you are in front of someone who makes your heart move that you can dance such a beautiful dance, it is an indescribable and wonderful feeling, and you can be filled with hope and strength all over your body.