It was winter that year, Zabal was ten years old, the steppe was covered with heavy snow, the sheep had been sold and killed, and there were only a few sheepdogs outside the yurt.

Zabal's father followed the hunters out to hunt, although the snow was heavy at this season, but the grasslands of Inner Mongolia are not boring, deep in the grasslands, where humans have not yet set foot, there are still many animals, wolves, deer, snow hares, winter, is a good time for hunting.

There were only his mother and him at home, as well as a three-year-old little sister.

He sat in his mother's arms and drank hot milk tea, and the wind and snow hit the yurt and made a sound.

At this moment, the quiet shepherd dog outside suddenly barked, and Zabal, thinking that his father had returned, ran out of his mother's arms and kicked open the curtain of the yurt. But there was nothing outside, only thick snow and scattered dead grass, and it would not be long before even this dead grass would be submerged.

At that time, Bazar was still a child, unlike the city children who are now exposed to computers too early and put their eyes on their eyes too early, at the age of ten, his eyes were black and slippery, and the world in his eyes was very clear, and he saw that on the horizon, there was a person and something moving.

It was too far away to see if it was a man or an animal, so he stood outside the curtain of the yurt and watched, and finally his mother joined him.

As the thing drew nearer, Bazar realized that it was a figure, which drew closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of him and his mother.

It was a young man dressed in Tibetan costume, with a string of blood-red beads on his hands, and the young man seemed to be frozen and his skin was white.

Bazar looked at the person in front of him and politely called out to the big brother in Mongolian.

Then the young man crouched down, hugged him, and replied in Mongolian: "Good boy." Then the young man stayed in their house for two days, and the young man did not talk much, but he was very easy-going, at least if Bazar threw himself into his arms and made trouble, the young man would not push him away like the other brothers, and his peculiar clothing, so this image has been etched in his mind for sixty years.

Two days later, the young man set out again as he had come, and Bazar was reluctant to ask him where he was going, and the young man said, "I am going to find a place." ”

Bazar asked, "Far away?" ”

The young man said, "It's close." ”

Bazar said: "With such a big snowfall, you can't go if you don't go." ”

The young man was silent for a while, touched his head, and said, "Everyone in my family will go, and I have to go too." This was the last conversation between Bazar and the young man sixty years ago, and then the young man left as he had come, his back disappearing into the endless snowfields of Jungar, and the direction he walked was all the way north, where the deepest part of the steppe was.

Sixty years have passed, in fact, except for a vague image, Bazar has not had much impression of the young man's appearance, but when two years ago, a young man passed by with a bag on his back, that face immediately awakened his memory for many years, and the blurred image in his memory instantly coincided with the young man sixty years ago, not only the face, but also the expression.

He greeted the young man with the equipment bag on his back, and then the young man turned his head, looked at the old Zabar, and said lightly: "You know me?" ”

Zabal didn't know how to answer at the time, he thought, is this a miracle given by the Immortal Heaven, how can people sixty years ago appear now? Even now, that young man should be in his eighties, and he should be older than himself.

He wasn't sure, but because of the influence of this memory, he invited the young man into the yurt, just like me and the fat man are now, sitting in my seat and drinking milk tea, and the young man still asked, "Do you know me?" ”

Bazar recounted the encounter 60 years ago, and then Bazar said: "You can't be him, but you look alike, is he your grandfather?" ”

The young man with the bag on his back was silent for a long time, then nodded.

He didn't stay in the yurt for long, but when he was about to leave, the young man suddenly stopped in front of Bazar, and then, as he had done sixty years ago, when he was leaving, he touched Bazar's full white hair with his hand and said lightly: "It's close, goodbye." ”

At that moment, Bazar's heart was greatly shocked, and he was almost certain that this young man was the same person he was sixty years ago.

Because they're too much of alike.

But how can a person's appearance remain the same for decades? Bazar couldn't figure it out, but in the end, he watched the young man go all the way north, so he began to pray to the immortal heaven that he would have a safe journey.

Hearing this, the fat man and I were silent, and I made up the scene that Bazar said, and suddenly felt that the last action of the stuffy oil bottle when he left was perhaps not touching Bazar, but he was touching a much more distant time.

All the way north?

To the north, it is the deepest part of the grassland, which borders Outer Mongolia, has a border, and has a lot of complex environments.

I asked, "So, did he come out in the end?" ”

"I don't know." Bazar said: "He should have come out, but he didn't pass by me, I'm an old man, he's still young, we don't have much to talk about, so I probably don't want to come to see me." ”

Bazar said, don't flick the totem bead in his hand.

The fat man said, "Why do you care so much about him?" ”

Bazar said: "Care? No, no, what I care about is time. The moment I saw him, I felt that time had stopped, and I was no longer an old man, but a ten-year-old child. You won't understand this feeling, young man. After saying that, Bazar did not speak again, and we asked some more about the stuffy oil bottles, and the only answer we received was: he went north.

Due to the depth of the night, we borrowed a yurt in Bazar for the night, and when we went to bed at night, the fat man asked me what I thought about it, and I said what I thought.

The first is the direction in which the stuffy oil bottle is going, which is very odd. ‘

He arrived here 60 years ago, and he disappeared 60 years ago, and he came here wearing Tibetan clothes.

From this, we can make an assumption.

After leaving Zhang's house and disappearing, he first went to Tibet, and then he rushed here non-stop, and then went all the way north.

Judging from the concept of time provided to us by Zhang Tangrui, the stuffy oil bottle at that time should be far less awesome than it is now, and Zhang Tangrui once revealed a message, that is, Zhang Qiling is not old.

But Zhang Qiling, before he became a spirit, was just an ordinary Zhang family, although his lifespan was longer than that of ordinary people, but he would also age, in other words, it was because after becoming a spirit, he had received a certain power, so he could not be old.

And the disappearance of the stuffy oil bottle happened to be shortly after it became a spirit.

Immediately after that, he went to Tibet and then came here, can we understand that he came here to accept some kind of power?

The fat man gasped and slowly spit out two words: ultimate.

I didn't nod my head, I didn't shake my head, and continued with my analysis.

The second point is the message revealed by Bazar, the parting conversation 60 years ago, the stuffy oil bottle once said: My family will go, and I have to go. This family obviously does not refer to the ordinary Zhang family, it is likely to refer to every Zhang Qiling.

Moreover, Zhang Tangrui and others are also members of the Zhang family, why don't they know about this place?

It can be seen that this place, only every Zhang Qiling goes back, so where is this place, almost ready to come out.

My heart was pounding and I could barely sleep.

At this time, the fat man suddenly whispered: "It's not good, as soon as you talk about the Zhang family, I think of something about the fat man." ”

I asked him what was going on.

The fat man said, "There is a problem with their name. In the same family, the typography of the collateral and the direct line is not the same. Although Zhang Da Buddha was expelled from the Zhang family, he was barely a sideline, so he was ranked in the Qizi generation and named Zhang Qishan, but the little brother is a direct purebred, how can it be the turn of the Qizi generation? ”

I was stunned in my heart, and I said yes, why shouldn't the little brother be a Qizi generation, otherwise I'm sorry for his bloodline. But then, I remembered what Zhang Tangrui had said before, so I said: "Zhang Tangrui said before that it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and the name is wrong, which is understandable." ”

The fat man said: "The little brother's life has been wiped out, the name is wrong, it is understandable, but I talked to Jin Niuer before, Heqing and Heming are mixed blood, but they are the same word as the purebred Heshui." ”

I suddenly chuckled in my heart, and I looked at the fat man in the dark, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Not good! There's something wrong with these people! ”

The fat man hissed and said: "What they said has always been half-truthful, and there is a problem with the way to come, not necessarily, maybe it is really the Zhang family, but I don't think there is a problem with the way, but there is a problem with the intention." ”

Purpose?

I swallowed, only to feel that my voice was dry, and said, "You mean, it's possible that they're for the ultimate?" ”

"The one who controls the ultimate is the next spirit, and the little brother has disappeared for sixty years, and it is not surprising that the rest of the people have ideas." The fat man said.

"Isn't that code word false? It was they who set the trap that led us out...... No, what good can they do by luring us out? "I feel like I'm completely messed up.

The fat man analyzed: "The code word is not fake, you think, the ultimate secret is so important, how can it be engraved on a bottle and jar, and tell others clearly that the ultimate is in Inner Mongolia, you can go and find it." This is absolutely impossible, so this code sentence should be some kind of prompt, a hint that only Zhang Qiling can understand. ”

I said, "So, now Zhang Tangrui's gang doesn't know as much as we do?" ”

The fat man nodded and said, "Definitely." ”

I gritted my teeth and said, "Leave immediately tomorrow and get rid of them." ”

The fat man said: "What should I do with this old man, in case they also find ......"

I can't kill anyone against this bazar, but I can see that he has no ill will towards the stuffy oil bottle, so the next day, I asked him who he had told about this matter, and Bazar said that he had not told anyone, so I said: "That's good, and please don't tell anyone else about this from now on." You're going to kill him. ”

Bazar's face changed and he said, "Why? ”

I really didn't want to intimidate such an old man, so I said, "Because he has the secret of time in him." After a pause, I patted his hand and said, "You should understand." ”

Bazar estimated that he had made up some kind of immortal boy in his brain, and he was hunted down by the research institute and became a guinea pig, he pondered, his face became darker and darker, and finally said: "This secret, I will bring to the immortal heaven, the people of the mortal world, and no one will know." ”

I don't know if his promise counts, but that's all it can be.

Immediately afterward, when the fat man and I were geniuses, we began to rush north, heading towards the depths of the Inner Mongolia grassland.