The leg of lamb gradually turns bright yellow on the flame, and the fragrance comes out.

Lin Yinping took the leg of lamb that had been roasted in his hand and frowned slightly. The corpses of the three horse thieves on the side apparently made her lose much of an appetite.

Xiao Yu noticed the embarrassed look on her face, stretched out the sleeve of her robe with her right hand and flicked it gently, and a black flame flew on the corpse, and the corpse suddenly burst into flames.

The faint black flame appeared quickly and disappeared quickly, and the leg of mutton in Lin Yinping's hand was not yet cold, and he found that only a melted snow pit remained, and the corpse and blood of the horse thief had disappeared, leaving no trace.

Xiao Yu looked at this scene and sighed with emotion, this kind of thing is really without him, only familiar with it, and the more things that destroy the corpse after killing people, the more comfortable it becomes.

Lin Yinping looked at Xiao Yu's delicate eyebrows, looked at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself, and said with emotion: "I can't imagine what kind of life you lived before. ”

Xiao Yu looked at her and said seriously: "It's not good, but it's not a life that is extremely bad either." ”

Lin Yinping looked at his eyes quietly, sighed softly after a long time, and said, "In this way, I am really lucky. ”

Xiao Yu said: "But this kind of luck sometimes needs to be guarded by yourself. ”

Lin Yinping was slightly stunned, and immediately understood something, and said softly: "I know, indeed, I used to be like an ostrich with my head buried in the sand." Always trying to escape from reality, but now that I've figured it out, escapism doesn't solve anything. Just because you don't look at it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. ”

Xiao Yu blinked, as if he didn't expect Lin Yinping's concept to change so quickly.

Lin Yinping looked at his expression, shook his head and smiled: "Don't forget, I also grew up on the grassland, I have never eaten pork, and I have always seen pigs run." ”

To tell the truth, the grassland is definitely more bloody and barbaric than the Central Plains, but Lin Yinping, who has lived on the grassland since she was a child, is more like a young lady raised in the deep boudoir in the Central Plains.

Xiao Yu looked at her and asked curiously, "What kind of person is your father, Lin Yuandahan?"

Hearing his father's name, Lin Yinping's expression became a little complicated, some missing, some respectful, and some resentful. She didn't speak, but expressed her refusal with silence.

Xiao Yu frowned, but didn't speak, just picked up another leg of mutton.

......

After dinner, Lin Yinping said that he was in good spirits and wanted to travel overnight.

Xiao Yu did not object, so the two began to continue walking in the moonlight, on the vast snowfield.

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand, felt the cold night wind, and said: "Now that there is wind, our footprints will soon be buried by the snow, if we still can't find the way, then we will be completely lost in the snowfield." ”

Lin Yinping didn't care about the consequences of Xiao Yu's words, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said: "I have lived in the royal court since I was a child, and I lived with my mother when I was a child, my mother is from the Central Plains, she likes the culture of the Central Plains and hates the barbarism of the grassland, so she taught me the etiquette and culture of the Central Plains, but she did not allow me to touch the grassland." Over time, this becomes a habit. Even when my mother is gone, I rarely leave the royal court. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to be related to my life's events this time, I wouldn't have left the royal court. ”

Xiao Yu said: "To be honest, it was the first time I left Zhongdu, but it wasn't that I didn't want to come out, but I couldn't come out. ”

Lin Yinping looked at Xiao Yu and said, "But we are not the same kind of people, you and my stepmother are the same kind of people." ”

Xiao Yu shook his head and said: "There is no one in the world who is destined to be what kind of person he is born into, it depends on the acquired growth environment, although I have a cold father Xiao Lie, but I am also very lucky to have a very kind mother." ”

Xiao Yu stared at the girl's eyebrows, suddenly laughed, and said, "Perhaps, you and my mother are the same kind of people. ”

Lin Yinping felt that this was Xiao Yu's most sincere compliment, she lowered her head a little shyly, and said softly: "Am I really very similar to my aunt?"

"Of course. Xiao Yu smiled a little bitterly and said, "You are all very kind, and because of this, you are more vulnerable. ”

......

Before they knew it, the two walked together all night.

At some point, the sky brightened up, turning from black to deep blue.

A touch of crimson mixed with a slight orange color stained the sky.

When the first rays of morning light pass over the towering White Mountains, they come from the east. The deep blue of the sky slowly faded, and a new day began.

Lin Yinping asked, "Where are we going next?"

Xiao Yu looked around, then pointed to the distance and said, "Go in that direction." ”

Lin Yinping looked in the direction Xiao Yu pointed, slightly stunned, and asked, "Go to Daxue Mountain?"

Xiao Yu looked at the snow peak in the distance and said, "Yes, it's the Great Snow Mountain." ”

......

There is a mountain deep in the grassland, and there is a lake at the bottom of the mountain.

That lake is called Biluo Lake. Every once in a while, a grand event in the spiritual world called the Dialectics Conference is held on the shores of Biluo Lake.

Spring has not yet blown through the grassland, but it has already favored the Biluo Lake hidden in the depths of the grassland.

Thousands of blue waves rippled slightly with the breeze, shaking out circles of subtle ripples.

The lakeside has been dyed with a pale green, and the delicate grass buds exude endless breath of life.

Occasionally, flocks of yellow sheep come here to drink, no matter how cold the wind, when they come here, they will become the warmest breeze ever, in a vast monotonous white, this green is like a paradise.

Not far from the lake, there is a continuous snow-capped mountain with no end in sight. On the mountainside, the tallest of them, a temple can be seen that occupies half of the mountainside.

The whole temple is built according to the mountain, the group of buildings overlaps, the palace is saga, the momentum is majestic, there is the tendency of being born out of nowhere, the air penetrates the sky, the solid granite wall body of the thick pier, the white horse grass wall collar of the matsutake mushroom flattening, the golden dome of resplendent gold, the huge gilt vase, the building and the prayer flag, reflect each other, and there is a touch of bright color on the white snow-capped mountain.

At this time, there was still a faint morning mist on the snow-capped mountain, and the gold-and-red temple on the mountainside appeared from time to time.

At the foot of the mountain, at this time there was a procession of more than 10,000 people, dressed in rags and unkempt, under the command of monks and soldiers, preparing for the upcoming dialectical conference.

In such a hurry, these poor people must have to bear more and heavier labor in order to complete their usual months of work.

I don't know how many people died on the shores of this beautiful Biluo Lake.

How many years the dialectical assembly existed, how many years did these poor people exist, or further, how many years did the temple on the mountain, how many years did the nobles on the steppe exist, then how many years did these poor people be tortured.

In the Central Plains, there was a name for these poor people, and that title was serfs.