Qin Siyan glanced at the knuckle with the thickness of his fingers, and said with a wry smile: "Old Hu, we are not moles plowing the ground, when the rope is not bitten off, people will tell them to shoot into a hornet's nest-

The fat man grinded the big white teeth in his mouth and comforted him, saying, "How bold a man is, how fruitful is the earth." As long as you dare to do a qiē, it is possible. Come, open your mouth and let my brother see how the teeth are-

As we were discussing what to do, the red-haired chief suddenly stopped clapping his legs, and he beckoned the warrior standing beside him to come over, pointing at us with a wave of his right palm, and making a slashing gesture. The native warrior took out a dagger made of stone from his waist and rushed towards us. I said in my heart that killing people is not enough, you take a broken stone and cut us, this is to kill until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse to see blood, it is really too torturous. However, these natives have brute strength and lack fighting skills, and I still have some confidence in my own strength. I sank down, ready to attack him directly at the moment he rushed over, pushing the whole person out. Just as I was about to jump, the bald scoop suddenly turned back to me and said, "I can't fight!" -

In such a flash, the dagger of the indigenous people had already cut a white light in front of my eyes, and the fat man shouted Lao Hu, I staggered a few steps, turned back to him and said: "Farewell to my comrades-in-arms, you remember to hand over this month's party fee for me when you look back-

Qin Siyan stood in the middle of them, looking at me with sadness in his eyes, he said, "Hu Bayi, you don't play dead there-

When he said this, I realized that I had not been struck by the dagger at all, and the red-skinned native picked up the rope on the ground and smirked at me as he drew it. "They were very happy to hear that we had brought medical supplies and alpaca thread, and they were dancing to welcome us," he explained. Hu Bayi, why do you always drop the chain at a critical moment, I was almost scared to death by you, if you kick it down, none of us will want to get out alive today. The Tetamas were unusually firm in their stance against their enemies, and if they hurt their people, they would be against the entire tribe-

Hearing the bald scoop say this, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but fortunately I didn't kick it out, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. The natives holding the stone daggers untied the ropes for us in turn, and the bald ladle, as promised, respectfully took a calfskin bag from his bosom and handed it to the red-haired chief with both hands. The old chief's eyes flashed, and he snatched it and opened the cowhide bag himself.

The fat man asked the bald lady, "What is it?" So precious, you see that the old man was so happy that he smiled and said nothing, with a look that you would never guess.

We were very curious, so we stared at the pocket in the red-haired chieftain's hand, and saw him quickly take out a rectangular object from the bag, and put it on his face without looking. When he put his hands down, we could see that he was not wearing anything else on his face, but a pair of reading glasses with gold trim.

The red-haired chieftain was full of energy after putting on his reading glasses, he stood up from the ground with his hands propped up, picked up the blow arrow next to him and walked out of the tent. After a while, there was a - oh oh oh - cry outside. The vulture said that this was the sound they made when they were happy, and that the old chief had already shot his prey, and was now leading the little ones to celebrate.

As we walked out of the tent, it was already dark, and the natives lit bonfires, and danced exaggerated Indian dances around the red-haired chieftain, their spears in one hand and their thighs in the other, shouting trumpets in their mouths, cheering for the old chief's old bravery—

The last time we passed through here, Chief Kamaya had been depressed because of his eyesight. When I came over this time, Boss Wang specially told me to prepare a pair of reading glasses for Chief Kamaya-

Because of the reading glasses, we were treated as guests of honour in the village of Titama, and we were warmly welcomed by the local natives, and the vulture was specially invited to dinner with the chief in the big tent. The rest of us were four of us, along with other natives, sitting around the campfire outside. In addition to large pieces of grilled parrot meat, there was also rice. Qin Siyan said that the Amazon basin has a major flood season every year, and the agricultural level here is basically still in the stage of slash-and-burn cultivation, and the rice crops planted are very limited. The main food of the local population is still - Chigane - is boiled corn. It is obviously a special privilege to treat us with rice now, for fear that we strangers will not be accustomed to their food.

I sat by the campfire, admiring the simple and unrestrained dance of the natives, and at the same time feeling that the Kamayan chief had supreme power and a godlike status in this tribe, but he still could not withstand the old age, and a reading glasses could make his heart flutter. It seems that the ancients said that the sentence is still right, what life is most afraid of facing is the twilight of the hero's end of the road, no matter how beautiful you were when you were young, in the end it is not to be a man with a waist board. It is no wonder that in ancient times, those emperors and generals always thought about immortality, and even an emperor like Qin Shi Huang was inevitably looking for the evil custom of seeking immortals. As everyone knows, birth, old age, sickness and death in the world are all objective laws of nature, and even the stars in the sky have fallen, let alone people. Throughout history, who can truly live with the heavens, as for those charlatans who claim to be able to cultivate immortals and attain the Tao, they are outright idealists, destroying the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods of our great form of socialism.

Qin Si saw that I had been bored there and didn't speak, so he asked me what I was thinking. Just after eating and drinking enough to have nothing to do, I chatted with him. He listened patiently to me while fiddling with the bonfire, and when I finished summarizing the life just now, he pushed his glasses and added: "It is precisely because life is difficult to escape the last handful of loess, since ancient times, the folk tales of seeking immortals have emerged in endlessly, not to mention China, counting human civilization, which country, which nation has no legend about immortality." For example, in the Inca Empire, as early as the 15th century, the legend of the Fountain of Youth attracted a large number of explorers, and even the Queen of England secretly sponsored them. The temptation of eternal youth for human beings is too great-

This is the second time I've heard about the story of the Fountain of Youth, and I can't help but think of an experience in Xinjiang back then. It was early autumn when I went to Kanas that year, and after traveling to the Lake District, I decided to stay here for a few more days, there is an armed police guest house near the Lake District, this place is generally not open to the public, I also stumbled into it by mistake, but fortunately, there are few people, you can still live, the Lake District is very cold and quiet at night, when you sleep, cover two layers of quilts and use a military coat to put your feet. However, during the day, the sun is abundant and much warmer. Local residents often bring a lot of dried fruits to the armed police officers and soldiers, and then they put the dried fruits in the courtyard of the guest house to dry, and occasionally come over to get some to eat, of course, they will also take the initiative to invite you to taste. I like to talk to the local people, not only can I hear a lot of local customs, but there are also a lot of unexpected gains in the chat.

A resident of a family living near the guest house, three generations of grandparents, grandpa was very hospitable, and we chatted with him. Although it was just a meeting in Pingshui, he brought out a lot of homemade food to entertain us. The old man would often talk about Kanas when he was a child, and most importantly he mentioned the holy spring - this place. The old man's description aroused my great interest, and the search for the holy spring became one of the craziest things I did back then, and now I think that it may have been because I was too young at the time to have a great passion for anything unknown. When I heard about the legend of this sacred spring, I put it on the agenda without saying a word.

The sacred spring is a spring that is very popular among the locals, and people often walk to worship and make wishes. To save time, the old man lent me his horse and asked his grandson to act as a guide for me. The child's name is Elken, and because he has curly hair, I like to call him Little Curly.