A few more days passed, by mid-July.

That day, Master and I were wandering around Chongsaikang, and when we saw a group of people gathered together, we followed around to see it. In Chongsaikang, if there are many people surrounding a person, generally speaking, it is not a fight, but that this person has hard goods.

Although we have limited financial resources, and we can't afford hard goods like dzi that often exceed one million, it doesn't hurt to open our eyes.

In the middle is surrounded by a middle-aged Tibetan man, the body is relatively thin, not too tall, less than 1.7 meters, this person has a tall nose, big and bright eyes, ruddy complexion, perennial plateau life makes the plateau red on his face very obvious.

He arched his hand at the crowd around him, and then pulled out a bone flute, which was nearly thirty long

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