Qingyue Taoist sat in the room for a few minutes and left, I sat on the bed and was a little stunned, in fact, Qingyue Taoist said that Xiu'er senior asked him to come, I felt that Xiu'er senior should have asked him to protect me. Before, Xiu'er's predecessors would ask Ruoran to protect me, but I didn't expect Ruoran to stay in Miao Village now, and he fell behind against Sun Miaomiao twice, and was almost killed by Sun Miaomiao.

Now it's okay, as soon as Daoist Qingyue comes out of the mountain, Senior Xiu'er will let him protect me. But is there anyone else with us now? Sun Miaomiao, they shouldn't come with them, just sit and wait for the second uncle to open the iron box. He Yunchang, at least they won't hurt me now, that is to say, it is very likely that a new force can't help but keep up with us, and this force is strong enough for Xiu'er's seniors to find someone to protect me.

Who could it be?!

I sat on the bed and was stunned for a while, seeing that the time was almost twelve o'clock, and I was also a little sleepy, and it was estimated that Qingyue Taoist would not come back, so I lay down and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, everyone packed up their things, Liang Ruoyi didn't know where to get a jeep, everyone sat on it, and galloped southwest along National Highway 216.

The cloth bag monk is still the same, sitting in the back motionless, I remembered the cloth bag monk that Qingyue Taoist told me last night, and I couldn't help but look at the old monk a few more times. This guy seemed to feel it, and suddenly opened his eyes and made eye contact with me, startling me, and hurriedly twisted his head to the other side.

The seventh master didn't seem to sleep well, sitting in the middle and dozing off, the happiest thing is the pig's head, this guy said that he has been yearning for the Nalati grassland since he was a child, and the weather outside is also very good at this time, the sun is shining, the field of vision is wide, and he is still holding a bunch of delicious food in his hand, humming a song while eating, and he is very happy.

More than two hours later, Liang Ruoyi copied a small road, and after driving for half an hour, he turned into National Highway 218, and at noon, stopped at a small place called Chagan Nordaban.

At this time, I was completely crazy - I don't know if I had entered the territory of the Nalati grassland, and on both sides of the national highway, I could already see the lush mountains, the vast grasslands, the rivers in the distance, the blue sky and white clouds overhead, everything was like a fairy tale, no different from the steppes I imagined.

The mountains were all green, and the air was filled with the scent of grass, which made people feel refreshed, and I turned around a few times with my arms outstretched, and saw the pig's head on one side falling directly to the ground, sucking everything here with recklessness.

On one side of the road there are a few houses, the highest of which is only two storeys, and on the other side are several yurt houses, large and small, and some local herders are grazing horses on the grassland. In the nearest mountain, a large poplar forest can be clearly seen.

"Wow!" I finally couldn't help but scream, and slapped the pig's soft belly: "There really is such a beautiful place!" ”

"Nonsense!" The pig's head sat up, looked around, took out his camera from his backpack and began to take pictures.

"Damn! Cameras you've brought! I spat him: "You think you're here for a tour?!" ”

"Come over and get something to eat!" The Seventh Master greeted us at the door of a private house not far away.

I walked over with the pig's head and saw that there were only two rooms, one large and one small, the small one was the kitchen and the large one was the dining room, and the wooden sign at the door read the Chinese character "restaurant" crookedly.

When I walked in, I found that there were already two tables of people in the dining room, which was only five tables, and one of them looked like a traveler who liked to travel, with a healthy complexion and a happy meal.

At the other table sat a husband and wife, looking to be in their thirties, sitting opposite each other. I happened to sit in the middle and could see the sides of two people: the man was dark-skinned, with a long face, a somewhat fat body, and a beer belly; The woman has a fair complexion, a graceful figure, big eyes, a white dress, and a good temperament.

The two of them didn't speak, the man ate with his head bored, and poured a bowl of liquor almost as soon as he ate a bite, the aroma of the liquor could even be smelled by me, and it was estimated that he smelled the second uncle's wine fragrance every day in the antique shop, and he was particularly sensitive to the smell of wine. The woman, on the other hand, seemed to have eaten her fill, fiddling with her hair in the mirror opposite.

In the ten minutes that he was waiting for the food to be served, the man drank almost ten bowls of liquor!

I asked the Seventh Master softly in some surprise: "Seventh Master, isn't that man drinking wine?" ”

The Seventh Master grinned: "How can it not be wine!" Smelling the aroma of the wine, it should be locally-produced Elite soju, or in bulk, about 60 degrees, which is a first-class good wine in Xinjiang. ”

Depend on! About sixty degrees, even ten bowls of dry, this amount of wine, even if the second uncle comes, he will definitely sigh to himself! But this man continued to drink, and the large plate of mutton and beef in front of him was almost eaten by him, at this rate, after eating this meal, he must not drink two or three catties or even more of high liquor?!

I watched the man drink beautifully, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps: If I was allowed to drink like this, I would probably die of drinking in one meal!

The meal came quickly, and the tempting beef and mutton, the pure cold dishes, and the steamed buns from Xinjiang looked very appetizing.

Because there was something to do, we didn't ask for any wine, we asked for two pots of freshly burned milk tea, and the tangy aroma made me appetite even more, and the pig's head on one side couldn't help but eat it happily.

Liang Ruoyi and I were not ambiguous, glanced at each other, and grabbed it directly.

However, the cloth bag monk, who was speechless all the way, still calmly ate his steamed buns and small cold dishes, and was also happy and satisfied.

A few minutes later, the table of travelers had eaten and left, and there were only two of us left in the dining room, and the boss's small couple sat on the grass outside to rest and eat, and the dining room suddenly became quiet.

At this time, I realized that the couple over there had never spoken. As soon as the noisy travelers left, only the sound of the seven of us eating was left in the whole room, which made people feel funny and embarrassed.

"Hiccup-" The pig's head ate the fastest and the most, and soon it was full, and he had a long full burp, and sat on the side with a comfortable face sipping milk tea.

"Are you full?" The woman suddenly opened her mouth to speak, and spoke softly, like a pink butterfly falling from a flower.

I looked up, and before I could hear the man reply, I heard again, "Are you full?" ”

Well?! This made me stunned for a moment, the second voice was shrill and piercing, could it be a man's voice?!

"Full, how about you?" I saw the man open his mouth, his voice was thick, it was a very normal man's voice, but just now......

Before I could recover my senses, I heard a shrill voice again: "Full, where are you?" ”

"Then let's hurry!" The woman said.

Then came the shrill voice: "Then let's hurry!" ”

The man nodded, did not speak again, but filled the last piece of meat into his mouth, drank the last bowl of wine into his stomach, slapped four or five red tickets on the table with a "pop", got up and walked out.

I looked through the window, and when I saw the man go out, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the house, signaling to the boss that the money for the meal was on the table, and he didn't speak.

The boss didn't ask how much money was put in, but sent the two away with a smile, and then came in to pack up their things.

The couple, on the other hand, got into a van on the side of the road and sped off along National Highway 218.

I turned my head to look at the seventh master and them, and saw that their faces had not changed, so I asked the boss puzzled: "Boss, haven't the couple spoken to you?" ”

"Talk?" The boss's Mandarin has a strong local accent, and his tongue is a little unstraight: "No, I haven't said it since I came in, it's all about pointing and ordering food, isn't it a deaf and dumb couple?" ”

"Oh, hehe! It's okay, I also think it's strange, it turns out to be a deaf and dumb couple, what a blessing! I hurriedly parried over, lowered my head and asked softly, "Seventh Master, Master, that voice just now?" ”

The Seventh Master glanced at the Budai Monk, and when he saw that the Budai Monk shook his head slightly, he smiled bitterly: "Those two should be masters, and they speak ventriloquism, right?" I'm not sure, but I don't think so...... The master can't see through it, and I don't know much about it. ”

"Oh." I answered, didn't ask any more, ate a little more, rested a little, and then hit the road again, continuing west along the beautiful scenery on both sides of the national highway.