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At night, we arrived in the Khalkha Mongolian East Gobi region.

After the defeat of the Twin Cities of the Demon Black Hand, most of the forces were concentrated in a certain training base in Inner Mongolia, and they retreated as soon as possible and disappeared, but at this moment, Boss Chen told us that these people were going north and went to the Khalkha Mongolian region.

When it comes to Khalkha Mongolia, many people only have one impression in their minds, thinking that it is a second or five boy who has reversed the Chinese system, and the specific details cannot be said.

Political things are too sensitive, so let's skip them for the time being, just talking about the present, Khalkha Mongolia has a land area of 1.56 million square kilometers, is the 19th largest country in the world, with a population of about 3 million, is the least densely populated country in the world, most of the land is covered by grasslands, there are many mountains in the north and west, and the Gobi Desert is in the south.

The East Gobi region where we are located also belongs to the southern part of Khalkha Mongolia, and at a glance, the Gobi Desert is full of eyes.

Boss Chen is very familiar with the terrain here, and told us that the desertification of Khalkha Mongolia is very serious, and because of the backward economy, there is no money and personnel to deal with it, and the originally endless steppe is gradually moving closer to desertification.

In fact, we walked all the way, and we didn't see much of the grassland, but more of the Gobi desert and desert.

On this horseback ride, because of the injuries on my body, everyone took great care of me and kept me in the most comfortable condition possible.

In fact, except for me, the rest of the people were also more or less injured, after all, in the battle of Baektu Mountain, they had a head-to-head duel with the thirty-four-layer sword master, and the pressure they were under was not so simple, even Lu Zuo and Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao were inevitable.

However, their bodies recovered quickly, and they couldn't see it on the surface.

The long drive slowed down as the horsepower decreased, and when it was almost dawn, we stopped, and little Yu'er touched the horse's neck, saying that she needed to rest and recuperate, otherwise the healthy horses would not be able to stand it.

After a night's journey, we were also very tired, and since we were sleepy, we didn't insist anymore and prepared to stay and camp.

After getting off the horse, Wang Ming and Zamao Xiaodao went around the neighborhood, ready to find a place to camp, while the rest of the people took out dry food and gathered together to replenish some nutrients.

After eating some dry food and taking a sip of water, the day finally dawned, and the morning sun jumped up from the east side of the grassland and the Gobi, and I never felt for a moment that it was so huge, red, as if it heralded new hope, and made people feel much better all of a sudden.

As the morning sun rose, the earth began to usher in light, and after a while, Lu Zuo asked me, "Did you hear any sound?" ”

I paused and said with some uncertainty: "Matouqin? ”

Lu Zuo nodded and said yes, it was the horse-head qin.

The melodious sound of the horse-head qin is tactful and melodious, full of the vicissitudes and loneliness of the steppe, and there is a kind of vitality unique to nature, which makes people a little fascinated, and at this time, Wang Ming rushed back and said to us: "There is a small Khalkha Mongolian village in front, there is a surplus yurt, let's go there to rest." ”

We all looked at Boss Chen, and he thought for a moment, then nodded, and said It's okay, it's still far away anyway, so you don't need to be so cautious.

He didn't say where the Black Hand Twin Cities were, he just took us all the way to the west, and now to the north.

It was cold in the wild, far less comfortable to sleep in a tent, and there was a house to live in, so everyone was naturally very happy, so they followed Wang Ming over.

It was a small Khalkha Mongolian village, or a group of nomadic herders, with buildings of yurts and livestock pens, and no other buildings, a very simple nomadic tribe.

We saw the miscellaneous trail, he was communicating with an old Khalkha Mongolian man, and when he saw us coming, he waved in this direction.

I originally thought that the Khalkha Mongols would be very enthusiastic about us, but I found that I was deceived by the usual thinking, the old man looked at us, muttered a lot, Wang Ming stepped forward, talked to the man, and then the old man pointed to a tent not far away, said a lot more to us, and then left.

I had a question in my heart, so I found Wang Ming and said why the old man didn't feel enthusiastic.

Boss Chen understood very well, and said with a smile: "Do you think it is our minority brothers in Inner Mongolia?" This is Khalkha Mongolia, and the people live with Lao Maozi, and the status of the Chinese people is not high in their eyes, and there is even some hostility - on the contrary, the Japanese and the people of the universe country will be more enthusiastic. ”

I wondered a little what the truth was about that. We used to be together, why did we leave for half a century, but we all forgot our roots? I don't ask them to look forward to the return of Wang Shi day and night, if they are enthusiastic, they will die?

Boss Chen said that you are taking this for granted, in fact, in the hearts of the Khalkha Mongols, they have always been the descendants of Genghis Khan, and they have nothing to do with China, they used to be rulers, and their hearts are higher than the sky, and now they have fallen into this situation, not to mention how sad and sad they are in their hearts, so naturally they don't have any good feelings.

I said, then they still let us live here?

Wang Ming took out a handful of green banknotes from his arms, saying that they don't have a good impression of us, but they have no resistance to the US dollar, market economy, it's a fool to have money and not make money, what do you say?

Belch......

I thought that Zamao Xiaodao and Wang Ming used something to impress each other, but I never thought that they actually used the most direct silver bullet offensive.

I then asked, "How did I listen to what you said about them, and you know Mongolian?" ”

Wang Ming smiled and said that he knew a little.

I immediately admired it, and said that I rubbed it, you are too strong, you know English, you know Xian, and now you know Mongolian, you are really my idol in life......

Wang Ming said that a cultivator's memory is inherently stronger than that of ordinary people, and if you have nothing to do in the future, you can also learn more, basically doing more with half the effort, but my method is somewhat simple, and it has something to do with my encounter.

He didn't hide much from me, and talked about some of his experiences, as well as something called "True Dragon Wisdom".

At this time, we learned that Wang Ming not only knew English, Xianwen and Mongolian, but also all the languages in the world, even the animal language, he had no problem.

This ability is simply amazing.

Chatting with Wang Ming, we cleaned up the worn-out yurt, and on the other side, the old man of the Mongolian nationality also slaughtered the sheep and got us a roasted whole sheep, although it was early in the morning, eating the roasted whole sheep was inevitably a little greasy, but we drove for a few days, and ate dry food, for this famous dish, there were some expectations inexplicably.

It takes some time to roast the whole lamb, but after roasting, a strong aroma wafts out, making the mouth water gush out, and the stomach immediately growls.

The old man of Khalkha Mongolia has a bad attitude, but the technique of roasting the whole sheep is very good, seeing that the sheep is roasted golden and crispy, and with the white mare's milk wine, everyone moves their index fingers and is ready to do it, but at this time, a group of people suddenly came not far away, and the old man of Khalkha Mongolia saw it, and actually knelt directly on the ground.

What's the situation?

We grabbed the fragrant roast mutton, but we couldn't eat it, and when we looked over there, we saw that there were actually about a dozen monks.

These monks are not the ones we are commonly having, but the kind of Tibetan Buddhism, or should be called lamas.

Dressed in yellow and red robes and tall hats, the lamas were led by an old lama with long eyebrows, who led the people to the old Khalkha Mongolian man, put his hand on the other's head, and began to talk a lot.

I saw the old man's nervous face, and couldn't help but ask Wang Mingdao next to him, "What happened?" ”

Wang Ming squinted his eyes and listened attentively, but he didn't seem to hear very accurately, so he only shook his head.

After a few minutes, the old lama looked up and looked towards us.

He waited for half a minute, and when he saw that we did not come forward to say hello, he walked over to us with eight lamas behind him, and looked at us with his eyes over the whole sheep still roasting on the fire.

He stayed on each of us for a few seconds before landing on the Miscellaneous Trail.

Among us, Boss Chen changed his appearance slightly, and the rest of the people were in casual clothes, only the real person in charge of the Maoshan Sect, who was wearing a relatively simple Taoist robe, was very prominent.

The old lama obviously thought that the miscellaneous trail should be the leader of our group, so he said: "Chinese, what are you here for?" ”

What he said was actually Chinese.

Although this accent is very awkward, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all, but the other party can speak Chinese, which is really surprising.

Facing the old lama's questioning, the miscellaneous hair trail looked very free, smiled, and said that it was a tourist.

When the other party heard this, his brows furrowed suddenly.

He whispered a few words to the man next to him, and then the younger lama stepped forward and said to us fiercely, "Tourism? Take out your passports and look at ......."

Passport?

This made us a little depressed, but Miscellaneous Xiaodao said with a smile: "Are you policemen, why should you show your passport?" ”

The young lama snorted coldly and said that here in Halezan, our Huyijin Horn Temple, is the police.

He said aggressively, but Miscellaneous Xiaodao stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of roasted mutton, chewed it slowly for more than ten seconds, and then said, "What if I don't give it to you?" ”

In a simple word, the other party suddenly surrounded him, but the old lama found a cane inlaid with a skull.

I squinted and saw that the skull was small, as if it were a baby's, and there was a pair of rubies set in the middle of the eyes.

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