The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass low, huh! The cloud fox is gone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Yunhua finally grabbed the white of the ten thousand green again, Lichen decided that he could no longer indulge it. There are many wolves in this grassland. If the cloud fox runs around again, it will definitely become a dinner for the wild wolves. After a fierce reprimand, Lichen took out a cloth bag, no matter how the cloud fox wailed and begged for mercy, he resolutely put it into the bag, leaving his head to breathe outside.

In autumn, there are no cattle or sheep on the grasslands, and some are only boundless golden. Lichen has walked on the grassland with a compass for ten days, and has encountered wolves and yellow sheep. Not to mention the cavalry whizzing by. Thanks to Chen's monastic dress, the people of Monan Mongolia can still recognize it, at least they will not easily rob the monks, but Lichen thinks that it is not so much that they fear the gods as they think that they have nothing to fish.

In later generations, under the intimate integration of ethnic groups, I don't know how much innocent blood is flowing in hiding. There are not only Mongols in the steppe, but also many Han Chinese. To be precise, the Mongols robbed the Han Chinese slaves. Like cattle and horses, they work non-stop every day, keep being whipped, and keep dying, becoming another lonely soul on the vast grassland who looks at their hometown and wanders in the grassland.

Hong Yuan has been on the grassland for five years, and the young man of the year is now full of dust and frost. Every time he stood on a higher part of the grassland, he couldn't help but look south—where was his home.

There are not a few days left until the Mid-Autumn Festival. Fengchen and Yunhua stood on a small mound, looking at the yurt in the distance. It's a big tribe.

"Master, how do we get people out? where there are at least a thousand Tartars". Yunhua kicked his feet.

"Salute before you soldiers, right?" Lichen thought about it and decided to try to communicate first. See what can be exchanged for the freedom of the far-reaching.

The Mongols were no more than the Han Chinese, and their beliefs tended to be more religious. But they practiced shamanism first, and then Tibetan Buddhism. None of them have anything to do with the Han Chinese. After a thousand years of Confucianism, not only did the Han nation lose its aggressive spirit militarily, but even its religious culture stopped within the Great Wall. It is a kind of sadness.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable". Lichen came to a yurt and saluted the hostess inside.

"Ah, ah~~~" But the hostess of the yurt obviously hadn't seen anyone like a Taoist priest. I was just surprised that a Han Chinese and a little girl would appear in front of their yurt. After muttering a few words, Chen and Yunhua didn't know Mongolian, and suddenly shouted loudly. After making Chen, Yunhua almost fled. Just when Lichen and Yunhua were about to leave, the hostess suddenly entered the yurt and brought out a bowl of milk tea. I couldn't help but be a little embarrassed and carefully took the milk tea and drank it all, and then took out a small brass amulet from my body. The voice talisman in the sunlight is shining, and the voice talisman is beautifully made, and the charm engraved on it will show a hint of red light in the sunlight, which is very beautiful. The hostess of the yurt was stunned for a moment, and saw the amulet held in her hand on the dust, which was obviously very beautiful. Hurriedly took it with both hands and looked through it in the sun. After reading it several times, he suddenly realized that he hadn't invited the guests into the house yet, and suddenly blushed slightly and invited Chen and Yunhua into the yurt. Some hurriedly brought out butter, milk skin and milk wine. Obviously, he regarded Chen and Yunhua as honored guests.

While neither side knows what the other is saying, many times kindness doesn't require words. Lichen took Yunhua's hand and sat in the yurt and looked at it. Obviously, the owner of this yurt was in a good situation, because Lichen saw many things that seemed relatively rare, at least in the Mongolian tribes, such as silk. It sits quietly on a shelf in the yurt. It flaunts its splendor and opulence to all who enter the yurt.

Just as he was looking, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and a rather burly Mongolian man walked in the yurt. He wears a leather robe and leather boots. Another scar on the bronzed face went straight to the temples. He also carried a heavy scimitar at his waist. It looks scary. When he walked in, he saw two Han people sitting in his house, and he was stunned for a while and said something to the hostess. Then he smiled and said, "Han? Taoist? It turned out to be Chinese. Apparently this one is clearly in the hall. Able to speak Chinese and recognize Taoist costumes.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" Lichen took Yunhua to make a Taoist salute to the man, and the man hurriedly thanked and returned the salute, and asked: "Dao Chief, where did you come from?" There has never been a Taoist chief on this grassland! The man was visibly pleased to have a guest with a difference. Excitedly chatted about the scenery of the mainland with Sinicization and dust.。 It can be seen that the man has been to many places in the Han land, and he seems to be very envious of the life in the Guannai. Lichen picked up some places he had been to and told the man to listen. The man listened with longing. The two chatted enthusiastically for a long time before the man patted his head and introduced himself: "My name is Bayar, and that is my wife Tana." Lichen smiled and replied, "Poor Dao Fa Lichen, this is my apprentice." Oh, and there's a fox called Cloud Fox." After speaking, he pointed to Yunhua and a large cloth bag that Yunhua was carrying. Ever since Lichen put the fox in a cloth bag, the guy seemed to be angry and ignored no one. Even Yunhua ignored it. And he simply retracted his head, motionless and pretending to be a dead dog, and only the meal would come out. It was funny to watch the fox play with a child's temper, but he really couldn't let the fox run around. After all, domesticated foxes have to meet natural predators on the grassland, and they can't even run.

Bayar warmly entertained the people of Chen, not only took out the soju that had been treasured for a long time from the Central Plains, but also killed a sheep himself. Prepare to entertain guests with whole sheep. And with Bayar's big mouth. There were more and more people sitting in the yurt, and they tried to chat with Chenchen who could speak Chinese, and sat next to them and listened to the translation of their companions who could not speak. There are many Han people on the grassland, but the priests (Taoists) of the Han people have never seen the land. Lichen suddenly felt as if he had been watched by a group.

The dinner at Bayar's house was very rich and lively, and there were too many people coming. Although everyone lives close to each other, it is clear that they have no intention of going home to eat. So Bayar's wife, Tana, had to kill another sheep to entertain guests. As night fell, a bonfire lit up outside the yurt. The aroma of roast sheep spread all over the world, and the fox in the cloth bag smelled the fragrance and could no longer continue to fill it. Keep turning in the cloth bag. Yunhua had to open the cloth bag. Then a snow-white fox wagged its big tail and appeared majestically in front of everyone. For a while, there was a sudden silence on the lively field. Everyone looked at the fox, who smelled the food and was very useless.