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The earth is colorful, and the sheep are blooming.

Mongolia in late autumn is the most beautiful season.

The colors you haven't seen can be found in this vast land.

The mountain is not high, short and brocade.

The grass is so deep that it does not pass the hooves of the shepherd's horses.

Looking at the endless mountains, they are covered with colorful flowers, like a handsome young man wearing colorful clothes.

Black eagles hovered on the mountains, and wolves roamed in the dense forest.

There are countless horses and countless sheep.

There are countless eagles and countless wolves.

I can't find a snow-capped mountain like jade.

Hidden in the clouds, Heijun looked around, looking thousands of miles, without a clue.

Bai Wuchang lay comfortably, with a sack on his head, and the sack was full of hard objects.

It was gold taken from Shepion's cottage.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. He shook his head, full of pride: "I lived up to my hard work this time, and I actually got a few houses of gold for nothing." ”

No one spoke, he said to himself: "Even if the gold is cumbersome, I have to sleep with it, I don't want to live a hard life of selling art and begging for a living." ”

Memories of performing arts, singing and dancing.

The snake girl is graceful, and the virgin is delicate.

The past is unbearable, and it is sad to recall it.

Endure the sorrow, the black impermanence is still cold: "How long are you going to lie down?"

patted the finished sack, Bai Wuchang didn't answer and asked: "Did you bring the two things I asked the master to bring?"

There was a money bag hidden in the belt, and he was carrying a close-fitting Lanpa, and the black impermanence thought of Xingyun to go on another journey, and said softly and coldly: "If you want to grind time, you might as well go back to sleep." ”

"I'm grinding time?" suddenly looked aggrieved, Bai Wuchang turned over and sat up, held the gold firmly in his arms, and said seriously: "If you forgot to bring the handkerchief and the money bag, there is still time to get it, and when you really see the tea stall girl, you can't take these two things to try." ”

After a lot of verbosity, he finally stood up lazily, holding the sack in his hand, approaching the black impermanence, with a sad face: "I haven't been troubled by a woman, you don't understand this kind of hard work, I'm really good for you." ”

The lady of the tea stall, life and death are unknown, and she has to listen to his nonsense.

Thinking that this time he did not make the trip first, and accidentally ate Meng Nu's small poison, Hei Wuchang no longer reprimanded, and squinted his eyes and asked, "What if I bring it?"

"Brought?" Bai Wuchang shook his head helplessly, sighed, and complained in a rhetorical voice: "If you don't say it earlier, let's hurry up, how can we have time to talk about these idle days and talk about these verbose things?" Master, it's not me talking about you, sometimes, you talk too hard, things that can be solved with two words, you have to go around 800 circles, life is short, if time is wasted on talking, what's the point? You must learn to be concise, this is the ......"

It was like 10,000 flies around his ears, and he had a headache, and he kicked him sideways reflexively, and stepped him off the clouds.

The chains followed, wrapping around his waist, and the two fell at the same time, falling into the endless mountains.

Falling into the air, the cold wind was cold, cutting sacks, and large and small gold ingots were like rain in the sky, sprinkled on the desert grassland.

"Gold, gold!"

Between heaven and earth, the miserable cry of Bai Wuchang echoed.

In a hurry, regardless of the fall, he grabbed the gold nugget in mid-air.

I just collected more than a dozen pieces and came back, and finally fell into the deep grass and smashed out a huge pit.

The dozen or so pieces of gold that were clutched in his hand fell out again, and they were hidden in the grass without a trace.

The man lay flat in the pit, his eyes full of sorrow, almost crying, watching the black impermanence flutter down.

Seeing that Bai Wuchang pretended to be dead and did not move, Hei Jun pulled the iron chain to pull him up.

"The waist is broken, the waist is broken!"

As soon as the iron chain moved, Bai Wuchang howled like a pig, and then sighed bitterly, complaining for a long time: "Master, do you need to put your feet so dark? Do you still think that there is a soft desert below, and you can't kill people if you fall? The Mongolian grass looks dense and soft, but in fact, the grass is full of stones, and I have not been counted as a creation that I have cultivated for nine hundred lifetimes!"

"If you can't afford it again, I guarantee that you won't be able to finish cultivating the cultivation in this life. ”

"There is a stone under my waist to get in the way, can I find the stone and get up again?" frowned and complained again, endured the pain, and felt the hard object under the waist with his backhand, and was about to throw it out, but saw it shining, it turned out to be a gold ingot falling from his peers.

Sighing, he got up embarrassed, untied the iron rope around his waist, looked at the ingot of gold pitifully, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There is a sack in the sky and a small piece in the ground, no wonder everyone wants to go to heaven." ”

After saying strange things, he took the ingot of gold in his bosom, raised his sleeves and swept the dirt and straw sticks all over his body, took two steps closer, and asked the black impermanence: "In the desert, we threw two carts of treasure, and in the grassland, we scattered a bag of gold." Master, do you really think of me as a fortune at first sight?"

Too lazy to look at his poor and sour face, the black impermanence turned sideways: "Whoever picks up gold, it can always come in handy, and there will be no waste of half a piece." ”

Wealth is transferred to the world, everyone is a passerby, this truth is simple, but many people do not understand.

"Open-minded, it's really his grandmother's open-mindedness!" he praised it hypocritically, stepped out of the mud pit, and sighed with a wry smile: "I hope that the Demon Ancestor of Zhengbei can also be as open-minded as the master." ”

True North Demon Ancestor?

Why do you mention demons in a good way?

There is no need for Hei Jun to ask, Bai Wuchang replied to himself: "We have seen it in the clouds just now, the autumn scenery everywhere, how can there be snow shadows? It seems that the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is secluded and difficult to find, and it is not a false rumor." ”

So he wants to borrow the power of the Demon Ancestor of the North?

"The whole bag of gold, I originally wanted to give it to them as a meeting gift, but as a result, I was troubled by the master, and there was only one left. With helpless eyes, he asked again: "Master, guess what, if we ask for directions with a grain of gold, will they beat us out?"

The demon of Mongolia is under the jurisdiction of the Northern Demon Ancestor.

The demon travels thousands of miles, making trouble everywhere, and asking for directions from the mouth of the demon ancestor may really be a way.

But the lazy drunkard and the Vermilion Bird are in love for life, why not ask the lord of the northern stars, the Xuanwu Holy Ancestor?

Thinking about this, Hei Wuchang asked softly in a suspicious voice: "It's better to ask the Divine Beast Holy Ancestor." ”

"Who?, the basalt turtle and the basalt snake?"

After listening to Hei Wuchang's suggestion, he immediately shook his head, and Bai Wuchang sighed helplessly: "On the East China Sea, hasn't the master heard what Suzaku said? ”

I vaguely remember that Suzaku said this, and at that time she accepted Princess Nanxing and wanted to capture the Red Bodhisattva.

I thought it was just that she was proud for a while, and she said wildly, the lazy drunkard mentioned this section again, could it be that the basalt snake has a love for the Vermilion Bird?

"When the rivals in love see each other, they are very red-eyed, if the master gives my head to the Xuanwu snake, I promise that he will also help the master dig out the North Stygian Snow Mountain. ”

If this is the case, the poor Xuanwu snake has the merits of the Holy Ancestor, and it is inevitable that he will be trapped by love.

After hearing his jokes, the corners of Hei Wuchang's mouth raised a sneer: "If you can't find the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain, this may be a solution." ”

"Huh?" was frightened, covered his head with one hand, and his face was full of Vino: "Master, I'll say it casually." ”

After seeing his pretentiousness, Hei Wuchang raised his forearm lightly, blew the iron cable, sounded the dragon roaring spiritual sound, and then snorted coldly: "If you procrastinate any longer, I will do it casually." ”

Knowing that black impermanence took advantage of the situation to joke with himself, after a trip to the world, the young master was not only willing to summon spirits, but also knew how to joke.

Although his eyes are still full of cold, in fact, the ice heart is gradually softening.

With a wry smile, Bai Wuchang begged for mercy in a soft voice: "Master don't fight, let's go see the blue wolf and the white deer immediately." ”

Due north demon ancestor, blue wolf white deer.

It has long been said to be the ancestor of Mongolian shepherds.

Since the desert grows grasslands, mountains and rivers grow forests, blue wolves and white deer have been guarding the herdsmen.

Generations, generations, never turned their backs.

The fairy world, Bliss, have repeatedly invited the blue wolf and white deer to return to the immortal position, but they have never been satisfied.

The shepherd is sad when he leaves the song, and the cold moon and cold wind cross the spring and autumn.

The horse-head silk piano can't be sung, only Ao Bao understands the residual wine.

If the Mongolian steppe cannot be blessed into a colorful and rich world, I am afraid that the blue wolf and white deer will never ascend to the immortal.

If the demon has bodhicitta so that the gods will be embarrassed.

Since the blue wolf and white deer were worshiped as the demon ancestor by the demon clan in the north, the demon fairy has never come.

With their protection, the Zhengbei Demon Clan does not use human life as blood food.

If the demon doesn't eat blood food, can he still practice supernatural powers?

You can't practice supernatural powers, but you can practice human nature.

The demon clan in the north is rooted in the northern desert, and like ordinary herdsmen, they graze water and grass, and sleep in the Ao Bao felt house.

Demons don't be demons, they only treat themselves as people, and at first they attracted jokes from all directions, and they were humiliated by other demon worlds, so they had to bear it silently.

After years have passed in a flash, the hard days of pretending to be a person have been too long, and they have really removed the demonic nature and exchanged for a real human body.

For a time, more than a dozen pure yang bodies were achieved.

There are those who study diligently and cultivate ascetics, and they have already turned into immortals.

The Zhengbei Demon Clan accidentally opened another path to cultivate immortals, and the joke turned into a magical power.

Although the hard days were unbearable, the temptation of ascending immortals still attracted a large number of demon clans.

Not long after, the Zhengbei Demon Clan gradually grew, and it was the weakest mana among the nine demon realms, but the most popular demon clan.

The yurt, like a white cloud, spills on the grassland.

The felt cloth is the top, the leather rope is fastened, the wooden pole is made of bone, and the sheepskin is paved.

Entering the yurt, with its dome and round walls, is a lot of fun.

In the small spire Ao Bao, how much love has lingered, and how many shepherds have been bred.

Today's yurt is full of joy.

The shepherds are peaceful and are singing the praises of the merits of immortality.

There is a pot stove next to the yurt, the water has been boiled, and the fresh lamb is bone-in.

The stout shepherdesherds were washing the entrails of the sheep, and a dozen beautiful shepherdessmen were busy by the stove.

I smelled a few traces of mutton fat from afar, but Bai Wuchang was full of sadness, looked at Hei Impermanence bitterly, and mourned: "Look at this formation, they have a beautiful woman to marry today, and they could have caught up with a good meal, but my tongue is not working." ”

Ignoring his complaints, Hei Wuchang asked lightly: "These dozen or so yurts are the dojo of the blue wolf and white deer?"

The melodious singing echoed in the grassland, and the herdsmen sang a beautiful long tune, which was heartwarming.

Seeing a float parked next to the yurt from afar, Bai Wuchang sighed casually: "Whether it is the dojo of the blue wolf and white deer or not, we can always be a little happy after watching this wedding." ”

While they were talking, a group of horses greeted in the distance.

The people on horseback are all mentally strong, and they are worthy of being good sons of herdsmen.

The horse team was surrounded by a young man, with a ribbon tied around his waist, a stiff bow on his back, and a quiver on his waist.

Wearing a bowled red tasseled hat, no matter how red the tassel is, it is no more red than his smug face.

Stepping on the high shiny leather boots, no matter how bright the boots are, they can't brighten his smiling eyes.

The bridegroom of the world has no patience, and so is the young man.

The yurt was in front of him, and the young man rode his horse.

The horses flew on all fours, and the weeds splashed.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, the boy had already broken into the yurt.

Seeing the eagerness in the young man's eyes, the shepherdess laughed.

Hand in hand, singing a ballad, the young man riding the horse surrounded him in the middle.

"I have a female name in my family. (Saren: Mongolian for moon, can be used as a woman's name.) ）

"My family has eighteen packs. ”

"I want to ask you if your heart is true. ”

"Eighteen roots are looking for Saren. ”

The shepherdess gossiped, competing for the embarrassment of the young man.

Guessing where the bride is in eighteen yurts is harder than eating a whole sheep feast by one person.

With nothing to do, the boy blushed, put his right fist on his heart, and kept saluting the shepherdess, begging them to spare him and see the bride sooner.

"Don't be nervous, little groom. ”

"Think about it. ”

"If you can't find a bride. ”

"After marriage, she came to take care of the house. ”

These shepherdessmen are really well-intentioned, and use this method to win the power of the bride after marriage.

Mongolian men have been herding and hunting for generations, women are housekeepers, and there are countless men who love their mothers-in-law, but if you want to admit that your wife is in charge of the house in front of everyone, you will inevitably be laughed off.

The bridegroom's face was flushed, and he had exhausted the prayers, but he could not spare the shepherdess.

When he was cramped, the shepherdess laughed and asked, "Bridegroom, should you?"

When Yao Yao heard this, Bai Wuchang smiled and said to Hei Wuchang: "This question is really bad, how can a groom be willing to say that it is not hard? If it is hard, it will be a mother-in-law in the future." ”

After laughing, his eyes rolled and he squinted at the black impermanence: "Master, if you are the groom, are you hard?"

Folk customs have a lot of fun, and on the day of the wedding, the groom is damaged, although it is vulgar, but it is never obscene.

Seeing that the groom was helpless, Hei Wuchang replied casually: "Perhaps, I should have given your head to the Xuanwu Snake a long time ago." ”

"I won't ask, let's continue to watch the fun. ”

When the groom had nothing to do, he saw a yurt open the curtain, and a girl in red came out of it.

The girl wears a high crown of black velvet, embroidered with gold flowers, and inlaid with jewels.

Red coral, white pearls, agate turquoise long tassels.

Flaming red boots are braided with silver threads, and the tips of the small boots are turned upwards.

With every step, the tassels move, like a colorful waterfall, half covering the girl's pretty face.

Among all the women, she is the most beautiful.

She must be the bride of today.

But the bride was carrying two strings of hemp rope, and she was as beautiful as a woman.

With bright eyes, the bride grabbed the horse, drove to the vicinity of the groom, threw a string of hemp rope to the groom, and turned around and shouted: "Let go of the strongest horse!"

After taking the hemp rope, the groom was stunned, and the bride did not let her eyebrows be shaved, and smiled: "Whoever subdues the fierce horse first will be in charge of the house in the future." ”

With the sound of Jiaoyin, the bride galloped on her horse and took the lead in stepping into the pasture.

A horse neighed high-pitched, and a handsome black and shiny horse was released, and its four hooves galloped wildly, as fast as lightning.

Urging the horse to chase, the bride knotted the hemp rope into a trap with only one hand, threw it high, and sang the horse trumpet in her mouth, which was bound to win.

Concentrate:

About Blue Wolf White Deer:

There are many mystical stories in Mongolia, and the blue wolf and the white deer are two separate legends.

Many Mongols believe that the blue wolf saved Genghis Khan's ancestors, and the white deer incarnated as another ancestor of Genghis Khan.

In fact, the blue wolf and white deer can be understood as the ancestor of Genghis Khan.

It is true that they are not the ancestors of the Mongols.

The text fabricates the blue wolf and white deer as the ancestors of the Mongols, which means the creation of the blue wolf and white deer.

I apologize if I hurt the feelings of my Mongolian friends.