The carriage stopped and went, and the time entered the evening, and in the last moments after the setting sun, the coachman drove the carriage to a small town.

As the saying goes, if you read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles, if you read 10,000 books but don't travel 10,000 miles, then at best you have ink in your belly.

And if you travel thousands of miles without reading thousands of books, you are a postman at best.

Before entering Daqi, the blind man could only "read" a book with his hands in Braille, because he was blind, and he could not travel thousands of miles.

But after being selected to become a world walker and enter the Great Qi, he didn't have time to read thousands of books, but he traveled thousands of miles.

It's just a pity that he has only "seen" the mountains and rivers, but has never personally experienced the snow-capped mountains and deserts.

But now, he has used the image in his brain to sketch a picture of the desert desolate and the Gobi barren.

Unlike the main world, the desert Gobi in the territory of the Great Qi Dynasty is distributed even in the hinterland, and there is such a Gobi Desert on the way to Linjiang City.

The local ethnic minority - the Qiqi people have lived in this Gobi Desert called "Kasengar" for generations, "Kasengar" represents the "god" in the culture of the Qiqi people, and in the cultural myths and legends of the Qiqi people, the desert Gobi here was originally a sweet place of spring water everywhere in the fertile soil, but with the birth of the god of Kasengar, it turned into a vast desert Gobi.

No one can say whether the myths and legends are true, but the aura in this world declined two thousand years ago, and this myth was also covered with a layer of true and false duality.

The coachman introduced the customs, myths and legends of the Qiqi clan to the blind man and others, and several people also listened, asking questions from time to time, and the coachman would also give an explanation.

Chen Zili, the coachman, is also a guide.

"Over time, the Qi clan built villages and towns near scattered oases in the desert.

The town where the Mu (we) settled tonight is one of them, called Pile Banner Town, and now the Qi people and the Qi people live together, so there is no need to worry about the language barrier.

Tomorrow, after preparing the dry food and water for the horses, we will set off to Beijing, from the planned business route, there are also post stations along the road to replenish water and food, what do you think? ”

Chen Zili is right when he says this, but the main question is Qin Xiya.

"Brother Chen, you are familiar with this, we just listen to you." The blind man naturally knows the phrase "there is a specialization in the art industry", so he is a layman who will not point fingers at insiders, let alone make stupid requests like a brain-dead Party A.

"If only every guest who hired me was the same as Brother Xiao Qin." Chen Zili said his simple thoughts and smiled, "Speaking of which, today happens to be the annual [Fire Festival] of the Qi clan, you can also have a fun, it's very lively." ”

"Fire Festival?" The blind do not understand.

"I remember reading a travelogue that recorded the origin of the Fire Festival." Yang Xiaotao spoke up, and in ten days, she had come out of the pain of losing her father.

The girl's voice is as clear as a tactful yellow warbler, telling the origin of the fire festival.

"Legend has it that when Kasengar was born, the original dense forests and fertile soil and sweet springs were turned into the Gobi Desert, and the ancestors of the Qiqi people wanted to migrate away, but Kasengar was a lonely god, because in the myths and legends of the Qiqi people, there was only one god in Kasengar.

The gods prayed to them not to leave, for He was afraid of loneliness, so he set a mirage barrier at the junction of the desert and the fertile land.

But the ancestors of the Qi clan discovered that the flame had the power to burn the mirage,

So the patriarch lit a torch and led the people on the migration,

The gods begged them not to leave, but they left for their livelihood, and when they saw that their prayers were fruitless, the gods became angry and cursed the people of the Prayer Clan to die in the desert.

Some of the Qiqi people were frightened, so they stayed in the desert.

Some people wanted to leave, so they followed the patriarch all the way to the outside of the wind and sand barrier.

Everywhere the patriarch went, he set up a bonfire, because the patriarch knew,

Among those who stay in the desert, there will always be people who want to leave the desert Gobi.

They go farther and farther,

But the patriarch could not bear the curse, and the fire of his life was extinguished,

The fire is extinguished, but someone will still take the torch.

And so they went on in the middle of the desert, setting up bonfires, dying, and going on again,

Until the last person left, he walked outside the mirage and saw the green mountains and beautiful waters,

But he turned back into the desert,

Because he wants to leave their stories in the Qiqi clan and leave a path to hope for the roots of the praying clan. ”

"That's right, Miss Yang is right, this is the origin of the Fire Festival." Chen Zili nodded approvingly, "Actually, the Qiqi people have a strength in their bones, but I haven't read a book, so it's hard to say what this energy is, but they are all kind and very simple and hospitable." ”

After hearing this, the blind man sighed in his heart, but he couldn't hold back anything, because he hadn't read ten thousand books.

"Let's find an inn first." Chen Yun mentioned.

"It's not far away, the inn is in front." Chen Zili drove the carriage slowly.

The bell wrote in the palm of his hand: "Do the gods feel lonely too?" ”

The blind man scratched his head: "Can you feel the 'lonely' god... Perhaps it is closer to 'man' than to God. ”

Bell thoughtfully wrote, "He was afraid of loneliness, so why didn't he want to go out and make friends?" ”

The blind man pondered for a moment: "Maybe it's because of 'fear'." ”

"Afraid of what?"

"Fear of being hurt by others." What he said was quite empathetic.

Because he was also "afraid" of this.

The carriage and horses were slow, but they also walked to the center of the town, not far away a large wooden stake as big as the mouth of a sea bowl was slightly shriveled, erected high, and there were many cracks in the pile body, but it was not deep, but it was not so much a wooden stake, but a flagpole, because there was a big flag at the top that was blown by the rough wind and sand, and it was waving in the wind.

The flag is white, but it can still be seen that it is a yellow flag, a flag that represents the colors of the desert.

Probably this is the origin of the name of Pile Banner Town.

The houses on both sides of the center of the town are low, the streets are a little spacious, and after the horse's hooves clattered forward, Chen Zili "Hoo~" sighed.

The two young brown horses stopped at the door of the inn, snorted, and smelled the smell of boiled mutton coming from the inn.

"Old Song, how many rooms are there?" Chen Zili got out of the carriage and shouted as he pushed the door open.

"Knowingly, now is not the season for business, there must be a lot of empty rooms, don't you see that I rely on the mutton restaurant to come out?" A man in a sheepskin fur nibbles on a dried steamed bun with boiled pitted milk dates.

"That's okay, a few people, there are many vacant rooms, just pick." Chen Zili stood aside.

The blind man landed lightly, and so did the bell,

Then the bell helped Chen Yuntao's mother and daughter get out of the frame.

The four of them entered the door, and Lao Song called: "Lan'er!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming." Before I saw him, I heard his voice first, and his voice was hearty and heroic.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, a girl wearing a thick red jacket came out of the back kitchen, the girl was delicate and beautiful, but the skeleton was not slender but quite strong, and the style was also a little rude, because she was still holding a bone chopping knife in her hand, stained with broken flesh and bones.

When the girl saw the guest, she hurriedly pinned the knife in her belt.

"A few of you, please." She made a "please" gesture, but still took more care of the blind man, "Be careful, there are steps." ”

The blind man nodded and thanked the girl for her kindness: "Thank you." ”

"It's fine." The girl smiled heartily and led the four of them up to the second floor.

Several people picked a room, Chen Yun and Tao'er lived in the same room, and the blind man and the bell were on both sides.

He didn't have any luggage, but after sitting in bed for a while, the blind man went out the door and went downstairs.

"Shopkeeper Song, is there a blacksmith shop or a place to sell weapons in the town?" The blind man asked about Lao Song.

He wanted to buy a knife for the bell, or a knife.

"Yes, when you get to the flagpole, go to the left-hand side." Lao Song replied, but after thinking about it, the blind man was a blind man, "Are you here, is it convenient?" ”

"It's okay, it's very convenient." The imaging in the brain of the blind man is still on.

"Okay, but guest officer, if you want to buy weapons, you better wait for tomorrow, today is the Fire Festival, everyone is ready to celebrate." Lao Song reminded.

"Hmmm... It's a holiday. The blind man scratched the tip of his nose.

I thought to myself.

[Otherwise, let's take the bell to the town to play, it's weird to practice knives all the time, and it's quite distressing. 】

The blind man is not wood,

He also knew that he felt sorry for the bell.

It's just a little melancholy.

"How many more days can I stay?"