After this incident, Li Haoran and Nalansuxin's relationship became increasingly deeper.

On the way, Nalan Suxin fulfilled the duties of a virtuous wife, serving Li Haoran meticulously, allowing him to fully enjoy the warmth of home. Once the mood that had been suppressed for many years was released, he felt refreshed and became more cheerful.[]

On this day, the two of them came to a wide oasis and looked into the distance. Their eyes were filled with fresh green, which made the two people who saw only ice and snow along the way shocked.

The snow-white camel seemed to feel the interest of its owner. It took light steps and ran towards the dream-like field.

In the distance, a sound of howling horn suddenly came, soaring into the sky. On this vast grassland, it sounded even more majestic and sad, making people excited!

Li Haoran wondered, "Why did this horn be launched? Could it be that a war broke out here?"

Nalan Suxin smiled and explained: "It was dusk, and the grazing was about to return. This is the horn of the return. As soon as the horn sounds, a strange scene will happen. You can wait and see!"

Li Haoran was overjoyed. Looking at him, he saw that the distant mountains had turned from light blue to deep blue, and the mist gradually fell on the hillside, and the sky above was gray and dark - it was dusk.

The western sky - the end of Qinghai, is dyed with a long ray of rosy clouds. The afterglow of the sunset shines through the clouds, revealing golden yellow, and the vast vast grassland is shrouded in this vast vast grassland.

All kinds of desolate sounds suddenly came from afar on the grassland, from all directions, from far to near, like thousands of drums on the battlefield, touching hearts.

With this desolate and strange sound, many black shadows rolled up like waves from all directions - this is the beast group on the grassland when Guimu.

I saw tens of thousands of cattle and sheep and thousands of horses surrounding me like a sea of ​​scattered mountains and seas.

The leader was leading the way, and the horse stood upright and whistled.

The horses galloped neatly and quickly, dark yellow in color, and were thrilling and unrestrained, swelling thousands of miles, like the water of the Yangtze River, pouring down from the sky.

Although the turbulence of the cattle herd was relatively scattered and relaxed, it continued to fight, and the black cow hair ran and froze, which seemed to be thrilling.

The white flocks are undulating and fluctuating gently and rapidly, and look at the black dust and yellow waves, which has a unique mood.

Yellow horse, black cow, white plum...

The horse neighs, the cow roars, and the sheep roars...

Mixed into a desolate and tragic music, like a hundred thousand troops advancing.

When I saw the scenery many years ago, Li Haoran felt that his heart was rushing with blood. He couldn't help but whistle, and the roar ran through the clouds, mixing in the desolate and tragic sound of the wilderness.

Nalan Suxin chuckled softly, and she said softly: "The Tibetan herdsmen are very hospitable, we don't have to eat and sleep in the open." As the silk whip was raised, camels ran towards the dark shadows in the tent.

There was a fire in the tabernacle - more than ten tabernacles surrounded a clearing, and campfires had been lit on the open space, waiting for the shepherd's return.

Three or five old men wearing hidden clothes and white hair came to greet them from afar.

On their faces, they all had welcomed guests with smiles, raised their hands, and spoke a series of light and difficult Tibetan words.

The two quickly turned over and got off the camel, and Nalan Suxin also started talking to the old people in Tibetan.

But one of the white-haired old men with gorgeous clothes smiled and said with a smile: "Today is a great day. All the good guests are here, welcome."

"Does my father understand Chinese?" In this life, Li Haoran was proficient in the three languages ​​of Chinese and Mongolian languages, but he was confused about his brain when touching his head. When Li Haoran heard the old man speak Chinese, he would not have to be a mute anymore, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

The old man in China laughed and said, "Little bit, little bit..."

Although he was old, he was generous in character. It was obvious that he was the owner of this nomadic paradise. He immediately ordered Zhan and Yang to take over the camels of Yang and the others in Tibetan.

He opened his hands, hugged Li Haoran, held Nalan Suxin, and went to the inside, smiling and said, "You have arrived here, just pretend that you have returned home, don't be polite."

When Li Haoran suddenly saw such a warm and hospitable host, he was very happy and laughed: "I am never polite to come to the home of the hospitable Tibetan brothers. I took the liberty to ask my father-in-law, how do you write the word "come"?"

The old man laughed. He liked Li Haoran's humor very much. He kept patting his shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, you're very good." Although he spoke fluently in Chinese, some words were still a bit difficult to speak.

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In the tabernacle, there were campfires and crowds sitting around. When they saw another guest coming, they all cheered loudly, which was really warm and touching.

You should know that the grassland is deserted and guests come from afar is a happy event. In addition, the local people’s kindness and hospitality are originally born.

The old man led Li Haoran to a place and smiled and said, "There are three more Han brothers and sisters here. Come and sit together, so you can have a conversation."

Li Haoran looked at the three smiling men and women, and couldn't help but open his mouth and was stunned and speechless. He never dreamed that Jiangnan outside the Great Wall would actually meet them. He rubbed his eyes hard and finally confirmed that he was not dazzled. Everything was true.

Li Haoran, who had a terrifying look in front of Mount Tai, looked like a ghost, which surprised Nalan Suxin. After they had been together for a long time, they knew that if it was not a serious matter, he would face it easily. At this moment, he had this expression, either meeting an enemy or an acquaintance.

Looking at the three people who were smiling, the smart Nalan Suxin put down her guard and asked in a low voice: "Li Lang, who are they?"

Li Haoran smiled but did not answer. He took a few steps forward and punched the old man in the chest, staggering the opponent and retreating a few times.

The Tibetan old man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he thought to himself: "These Han people are really strange. How come they fight like they meet their brothers thousands of miles away?"

But looking at their appearance, not like enemies, Daqi asked, "Do you recognize it?"

Li Haoran laughed and said, "I recognize you, why don't you? Daddy, don't you think this guy looks like a person in his sixties. In fact, he is already a hundred years old and is a guy who likes to bully his younger generation. Last time, I was almost killed by him."

Nalansu's face was cold and his heart was shocked. He never expected that this seemingly harmless old man would have the ability to kill Li Haoran. She was nervous and gathered all his skills in her jade palm. Just when Li Haoran said something, he rushed forward.

The atmosphere of the whole tent suddenly became tense, and everyone stared at Li Haoran and the old man. The lively tent became silent like death.

Just when Nalansu thought of taking action unexpectedly, the old man spoke and said with grievance: "Boy, I hit me as soon as I met. Why are you so unloving? How come I said, I am also your ancestor! Little girl, don't hurry to take action, see what this kid says."

"What?" Except for Li Haoran and the two women, the others had prominent eyes. Unexpectedly, the two had such a relationship.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere in the tent, Li Haoran smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Squeezing a punch when meeting is a way for me to show respect to him. The heavier the punch, the more I respect him in my heart."

The beautiful girl next to the old man couldn't help laughing, and then she seemed to be infected. Everyone burst into laughter. This was the first time they heard this way of respect, but seeing that the old man seemed to be a ok person, everyone felt relieved and became lively again.

Li Haoran pulled Nalan Suxin and sat cross-legged in front of the three of them. He saw the ground in front of him was full of glutinous rice cakes, beef, mutton, and sheep milk, and then he started to eat and drink.

When the young shepherds returned, the camp was even more lively. The old man shouted: "Why don't girls show off their hands if you have friends coming from afar?"

I heard a burst of laughter everywhere and several girls were pushed out.

They were wearing bright colorful clothes, wide robe and big sleeves, revealing pairs of snow-white arms, and countless thin braids on their heads, hanging down their shoulders.

The colorful clothes were covered with tassels and rings, radiating dazzling brilliance. Although they were pushed out by people, they still stood there, covering their mouths and smiling shyly.

The old man laughed loudly and said, "Are the girls shy today?"

The girls in Tibetan clothes blushed and finally started singing wildly. The songs were clear and gentle, as if they were all love songs, and they were even more intoxicating with their bright eyes.

Li Haoran did not introduce the three of them to Nalan Suxin, nor ignored them. He listened to the song with a smile. After listening for a while, he couldn't help but ask softly: "Why do they start with each song of each song, "Ala?"

Nalan Suxin smiled and said, "Ala is the only true god that Islam believes in."

Li Haoran nodded suddenly. Although he didn't understand Tibetan, he listened with relish. Later, he started to beat the beats with everyone.

The girl in Tibetan clothes sang and gradually became less shy and danced with the song.

Their dance posture was simple and gentle, slowly swaying their wide sleeves, gently lifted to their ears, and in line with the singing, they were gentle and moving.


Chapter completed!