The two-month journey was finally coming to an end, and the caravan officially entered the noble steppe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep.

The vast grassland and green sea are boundless, and often there is no shadow of a person for dozens of miles.

It's refreshing to look at.

The noble grasslands are beautiful, with rolling hills, dense water networks, lush pastures, small rivers, and occasionally sparse trees.

The air here is fresh and green, and from time to time you can see herds of wild cattle and sheep, which seem to be larger than other places.

The abundance of products is eye-catching.

The blue sky, the white clouds and the dogs, unpredictable.

The beautiful pristine nature is unforgettable.

When the people in the caravan saw that they had arrived at their doorstep, not far from the tribe, they couldn't help but smile and laugh.

Returning home is in sight, the hardship of traveling thousands of miles, and the sorrow of leaving home for more than half a year has disappeared, and everyone has let go of the burden in their hearts.

Rodin clearly noticed that the corners of the eyes of several big men were flushed with pleasure.

The ladies in the carriage couldn't help but get out of the carriage and walk, desperately breathing and feeling.

Isabella came to Rodin's side, and saw him and Cynthia with intoxicated and envious expressions, and said with a smile on her eyebrows: "How is it, is the scenery of the grassland shocking, I promise that you will not want to leave when you come!"

"I'll be back to the Flint Tribe in about two days, and I'll find you a good place to live then!"

Rodin suddenly remembered that the people on the steppe lived in buildings similar to yurts, which were more convenient for nomadic herding.

However, there must still be a brick and mud house, otherwise it would be a problem to live with Cynthia's physique.

Isabella sighed a little and said, "It's a pity that there are many bad lands in this incomparably beautiful place. “

Rodin understood that the bad land she was talking about was a spatial rift, and he had already heard them tell that the land within a radius of tens of meters near the rift was barren and lifeless, which really ruined the natural beauty of this miraculous workmanship.

The caravan was laughing and laughing all the way, and Kikige was like a cheerful bird, spinning and dancing, jumping east and west, and flattering mischievously.

By almost noon, the caravan had easily hunted a few young lambs and bison, and set up grills and fires.

Several men peeled off the sheep's fur, removed the hooves and internal organs, mixed it into a paste with fine white flour, salt water, eggs, ginger, pepper, cumin and other seasonings, evenly smeared on the sheep, and then passed the sheep from head to tail with an iron rod, shelved, roasted from time to time, and roasted by the bewitching flame.

The altitude is not high, and the food is not difficult to cook. The big men were extremely skilled in chopping a few cows, only to see a few shirtless men wielding the Xueliang butcher knife with the length of their forearms, and their arms waved smartly and quickly, like butterflies flying, and staged a live cooking.

The cut beef is divided into dozens of piles, and there are no cumbersome steps, and the meat is directly cooked in an iron pot with water and seasonings on high heat.

Roast whole lamb and boiled beef, Rodin and Cynthia moved their index fingers and swallowed their saliva wildly just by looking at them.

The idle men on the other side also enjoyed themselves, entered the grassland, and were no longer so timid to look forward and backward. They were in groups of three or five, humming rough songs, dancing rough dances, and some even started wrestling matches excitedly.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass.

The singing is melodious and the food is fragrant.

At the behest of little Lori, Rodin told the girls the story of the Wizard of Oz.

They listened with relish, and time passed imperceptibly.

When the beef and mutton are cooked, the aroma is so fragrant that the worms in the stomach scream.

"It's still the meat of my hometown! It tastes good, chewy, and much more fragrant than Elden's!"

The guards were joking and joking, and the ladies were feasting and no longer reserved for their so-called manners.

Rodin, Cynthia, Kikigo, and Toya gathered together, and their mouths were full of oil.

How can there be meat without wine?

With their homeland in sight, everyone unanimously threw Prohibition behind them.

Mellow mare's milk wine, filled in a large bowl.

"Mr. Rodin, I want a drink with you!"

"Good. But your little one has to drink less. ”

"Rodin, I'm going to have a drink with you too!"

"And me!"

"Back to the tribe, my little guy will help you!"

......

"Well, that, I can actually join the Demon Hunting Brigade!"

If he stays in the house all day and is a full-time teacher, he can't bear it.

What's more, now that it is close to the bronze steps, the blood seed is always in a state of fullness and cracking, blocked by a layer of comprehension barriers, and the barriers must be broken through fighting.

The Silver Flame Rose, which has just confessed its master, cannot be left empty in vain, and can only play its due role in the Demon Hunting Brigade.

As soon as his words landed, all the women objected.

"The Demon Hunting Brigade is too dangerous, you can't go!"

Qiqige's face was slightly red after drinking mare's milk wine, and she said a little drunkly: "Teacher, your task is to tell me stories every day, and you are not allowed to leave anywhere!"

Cynthia, who didn't speak much in front of everyone, couldn't hold back this time.

"I think what they said makes sense, isn't it good to go into the tribe and teach the children arithmetic and so on?

Easy and away from danger. “

Rodin could not bear to disappoint her, and did not say anything against her.

But he has his own plans in mind.

Isabella was eating barbecue to herself, her snow-white chin perfectly curved under the veil, and her charming red lips were exposed from time to time.

The education of future generations and the destruction of the rift are all top priorities, and she has not yet decided which side to place Rodin on.

After drinking and eating, the people who returned to their hearts did not stay long, and after resting for a while, they set out on the way home.

On the first night of the grassland, the moon hung high, the cold wind howled, and from time to time there were bursts of wild wolf howls and the whispers of the night guards.

After a day's spiritual work, Rodin lay in the carriage tossing and turning, his thoughts were chaotic.

Counting his fingers, it had been ten months, nearly a year, for him to travel to Yuen.

Excited, excited?

No, there is a faint melancholy, or numbness, tiredness.

He started as an ignorant and weak tavern boy, experienced several lifetimes of fighting and fighting on the earth, not only survived, but also lived better and better, had a girl who liked each other, and grew into a powerful man, with extraordinary power that he had never dared to hope for before.

Thinking of the mediocre life of the earth period, his family and friends, the high-rise buildings in the city, the traffic, and all kinds of modern electrical appliances, I suddenly feel like a world away.

There is no doubt that the life of Grace is more exciting and fulfilling than that of the earth. But he still has nostalgia for the past.

Why is it inexplicably traversing, and what is the root cause of traversing?

Is there a pair of eyes behind the scenes watching him?

Since he had awakened his blood seed and practiced meditation, he had rarely had such emotions.

What's more, the caravan is about to arrive at the tribe and start a new chapter in life, and the mood should be beautiful and full of hope.

However, after all, it is inseparable from the category of people, when he only focuses on the things in front of him, he will unconsciously struggle and long, rather than thinking wildly.

However, when he no longer controls his thoughts and recalls the past, most of them are a little unspeakably melancholy, and perhaps a little confused.

"Then it should be regarded as an indulgence, and finally vent these boring and pitiful emotions!"