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The white-haired old man walked up to them, it may be that the old people like the elderly, he walked up to Tianyi first and asked, "Dare to ask, but the Taoist chief?"

"Exactly, ...... are you?" Tianyi asked.

Xiao Sheng was very surprised that this old man could speak the words of the Central Plains. Even Sarajie was stunned, stunned, motionless.

"The little old man's surname is Li List, born in the Central Plains, when he was eight years old, because of the famine in his hometown, many people starved to death, no way, I heard that there was no disaster here, there were grapes, milk, honey, herds of cattle and sheep, mules and horses ran everywhere, a very rich place, so he ran over, after a lot of hardships, just like you, through the desert, to get here. Li Shan said.

Tianyi understood, and said with a smile: "It turns out that when he meets a fellow countryman in another country, his eyes are full of tears! ”

"Oh, there is no way to be old, when I met Sarajie's father, he kindly took in the old man so that he would not drift, and now he is in Sarajie's house and has become a housekeeper. Li Shan said.

"Oh, I see! No wonder the old man understands what he says. Kobo said.

It didn't matter what Hongfa said, then Li Shan glanced at Hongfa and said, "It's really terrifying! Is this little brother also from the Central Plains? When you were as old as you, you were already here, could it be that you also want to come here to accompany me? I think it's a good place to live here because of the desert, a fairyland on earth, so why don't you just live here?" ”

"Thank you, if there are beautiful women with you, of course it's good, but if you don't have beautiful women, I'm afraid not. Kobo said.

When he said this, everyone looked sideways, "What's the matter?" This Dharma propagation seems to be lazy and greedy for beauty!

Tianyi didn't speak, Li Shan said: "Oh, it's really frank, it's true, it's rare to see, it's rare to see, I've lived in Xixia for a long time, and I think that the people of Xixia are more straightforward, and I can't imagine that the people of the Central Plains are more frank, and the future is terrifying, and the future is terrifying!"

What he said, Sarajie didn't understand, blinked and looked at Li Dan, Li Shan stroked his beard, and said, "Oops, I almost forgot to get down to business." The master sent the old man out and came here, mainly to say that the host had invited, and the master said to invite the guests from afar to eat and stay in the village, prepare a little wine, and wash the dust for you. ”

When he heard this, he was overjoyed, and when he saw it, he immediately said, "Thank you, donor! I'm sorry, it's really inappropriate to bother you when you first arrive in your land, but the apprentices brought by the poor road have worked hard all the way and need to rest. ”

"The old man knows that the Taoist is at peace with what happens, and he can live wherever he lives, the sky is a quilt, the ground is a big bed, and the stars are a lamp, which is really refreshing. Li Shan said.

"Hahaha, yes, that's right, I'm very easy to do, but the disciples can't help it. Then, Tianyi took Xiao Sheng's hand and said, "Come, let me introduce, this is my apprentice, Xiao Sheng." ”

Hongfa immediately pouted, and he said, "Very good! I'm a big apprentice, and the master is biased, so don't you introduce me first?"

"Well, this is also my apprentice. Tianyi immediately stretched out his left hand to hold the hand of the Fa propagation, and the Dharma propagation broke into laughter.

Li Shan immediately wanted to hug them, according to the customs of the locals, to do the etiquette of the locals. This is not an exaggeration, people have to sing the song of which mountain they go to, and they have to integrate into the local culture, otherwise it is difficult to survive, or they are considered monsters and have no popularity.

Kobo wanted to hug Sarajie, but unfortunately she didn't mean that, so he had to give up, and then, he began to look forward to what to eat and what not to eat at night, and he needed to know more before making a choice.

Since Li Shan came to invite him warmly on behalf of his master, it was not easy to shirk it, so they and the camels entered the village in a mighty way.

The so-called village, which is very cleverly designed and looks disorganized, is in fact very sturdy with houses, and even in the event of a major storm, it will not have any effect on the houses.

The house is beautiful, with some patterns painted on it, which I can't read, but it's very beautiful. Also, the four corners of the roofs of these houses are like sheep's horns, and the lines are very graceful, and they seem to have a special meaning, so can it be said that they are very fond of sheep, and let the sheep's horns be on the four corners of the roof in order to thank the sheep for providing them with mutton and wool?

When I arrived at Sarajie's house, the room was also very luxuriously furnished, not like in the village, much like the rich man's house in the big city, it turned out that it was far away from the city, but it was more luxurious than the city.

Sarajie was born in a wealthy family, and she had to go to fetch water herself, what was going on, it was said that fetching water was the work of slaves. Xiao Sheng pondered this in his heart, but he didn't know what the specific reason was.

Sarajie's father said, "Welcome to our village. You can walk through the desert, and it seems that you have the blessing of the gods. Most people didn't get out of the desert, they all died there. Congratulations!"

After Father Sa's words, he ordered the servants to prepare dinner, and everyone was very happy, because he couldn't understand the local language that Father Sa'd said, but as for what kind of food to arrange, those words were very clear to Father Sa.

It seems that food has commonality, and it can probably ensure a high degree of consistency in terms of eating, no matter how capable people are, they can't do without eating, and when they are full, their feelings will be good. What kind of system does it become to talk about feelings every day when you are hungry? Many things can be solved during meals, and this is a trick. Many things are solved at the dinner table, not in the official yamen, it is the same everywhere, not only in the Central Plains.

Sa's father arranged it, Hongfa looked at the ceiling, those exquisite patterns, looking at it, I couldn't understand it, but it made my stomach even hungrier, I really hope that those patterns will become fried twist flowers, and it will taste sweet and crispy, which is really a great enjoyment.

And those exquisite tables and chairs, if it is roasted whole lamb, what kind of enjoyment is it? It's so beautiful, so refreshing, add some local honey, smear the roast lamb, it's really sweet and fragrant, fat mutton, melts in the mouth, very refreshing.

Imagination is imagination, not reality, and Kobo has already smelled the fragrance, which stimulates his taste even more, and he feels as if he is eating.

Sarajie's father beckoned everyone to sit down and chatted, and after a while, the mutton hung on the iron pole and placed it on the charcoal basin, and the fire burned vigorously, and the mutton was roasted out of the oil, and fell on the fire in the charcoal basin, squeaking hot.

The heat is filled with some aromas, and immediately fills the colorful room, these things, make people's appetite great, pass through the desert sea, pass by death, make people feel the joy of life.

Just as Kobo expected, the mutton was smeared with honey, and it tasted extra sweet, and the mutton was so delicious that the smell disappeared completely, and I don't know how they handled it, but in short, if you eat it once, you can remember it for a lifetime.

There is also milk tea, as well as oat wine, these things, in the Central Plains and the scimitar tribe are not available, local brewing, first-class technology, just not passed on, no one knows how many generations, from roast mutton, honey mutton, milk tea to oat wine, are all traditional crafts, passed down from generation to generation, bringing them comfort again and again.

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