Mr. Sun watched her leave, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "We will suffer from this little girl movie in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xian'er shouted in the carriage next door: "Who are you calling me a little girl? When I became a sting, your grandfather was not born yet!"

At this moment, it was Mr. Sun's turn to say nothing.

After getting off the bus, Mr. Sun contacted a local merchant and purchased some things to use during training. He put all the things into a big bag, but he didn't let us see it, which made each of us feel itchy as if we were scratched.

After staying in Sichuan for three days, Mr. Sun asked someone to get a van. He prepared enough food and water, and then drove us across a thousand miles to the Qinghai pastoral area.

When it was almost time to Tianjun Mountain, Mr. Sun called Mr. Liu in advance and told him that we were about to arrive, and Mr. Liu also came to the road across the pastoral area early to wait for us.

When I saw Uncle Liu from the lathe of the van, I couldn't help but laugh.

He still dressed the same as before, with fur and big jacket, and his skin on his face was still dark and covered with a blush on his face.

But under the blue sky and white clouds, Uncle Liu, who was riding on the horse, had an indescribable sense of coordination, as if he had merged with the world, or rather, he was an inseparable part of the world.

The car was getting closer and closer to Uncle Liu, and I realized that there was a horse behind him. The person on the horse turned out to be the blind Uncle Ke.

It seems that no matter where you go, these two uncles always accompany you, and I have never seen any of them alone.

Although Mr. Ke is blind, I always feel that his vision is no different from that of normal people. Sometimes, he can even see something that our naked eyes cannot see clearly.

At this time, Uncle Liu saw our car and seemed to be unable to determine who the person in the car was, but he just looked at us from afar. But Uncle Ke had already started to wave to us.

Unfortunately, Uncle Liu didn't see Uncle Ke behind him waving his hand. He only grinned at us until Mr. Sun almost drove the car in front of his face.

After that, Uncle Liu turned his horse's head and waved to us, asking us to drive the car into the grassland.

Two months into spring, the grassland had completely turned green. When the van walked on the grass, we were really unbearable.

Uncle Liu was riding a horse in front, and his speed was much faster than us. Every time he ran for a distance, he had to stop and wait for us.

What surprised me was that Uncle Ke actually rode his own horse, but his horse did not look as strong as Uncle Liu's, and his speed was slower.

While holding the steering wheel, Mr. Sun said to us: "Did you notice that Lao Liu and Lao Ke's horses are not saddles and stirrups."

After he said this, I noticed that there were indeed no stirrups on the horse's back under the crotch of the two uncles. As for the saddle, I don't know the layer of seat cushion on the horse's back. Let's call it a seat cushion, whether it is a saddle.

To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a strong horse in reality that I have seen a person riding a horse with my own eyes.

At this time, Mr. Sun said to us again: "Old Liu is a local. He is like the people here. He is a horse. They don't give a saddle to the horse because they are afraid that the saddle will destroy the fur of the horse. When you come here, you must also learn to protect the horses of the herdsmen. For them, horses are part of their lives."

My eyes passed through the front lathe and watched Uncle Liu running on the boundless grass. I felt that he had merged with his horse. Every movement was ups and downs and every bump, the people and horses were in a high degree of coordination.

After walking for a long time, I saw a long and narrow stream flowing out of the hills from afar, spreading towards the place where the sky and the earth were connected. Near this stream, there were many tents, and a group of herders drove yaks and flocks of sheep and whizzing from further afield.

Mr. Sun said to us: "This is Lao Liu's tribe. When you meet the patriarch later, he will invite you to drink butter tea. This tea is not something you can drink casually. There are many etiquettes in it. Although you are visitors from afar, Lao Liu's tribe members will not specifically ask you to abide by their etiquette, but out of respect, you still need..."

Speaking of the etiquette of drinking butter tea, Mr. Sun became a little gushing.

He said that the clan where Mr. Liu and his team are considered a very ancient clan, but since they do not have specific surnames, people in the industry often say "that clan" instead of "that clan" when they mention them.

The patriarch is the real master here. His name is Tseren Wangdui. He is a respected elder. He is also very hospitable, just like my uncle Liu. He always receives guests personally. When we see him, as the master, he will put a porcelain cup in front of us, and then add butter tea to it.

But after adding tea, the tea cannot be drunk immediately. According to etiquette, it is best to chat with the owner first. When the owner stands in front of us with a butter teapot for the second time, we can get up and blow open the upper layer of the oil with our mouths, and then take the first sip, praise it after drinking, and put the tea cup back on the table, and the owner will help us fill the tea.

It is difficult to drink the whole cup of tea in one breath, and leave at least half of it. The owner will take the initiative to fill the tea. If you don’t want to drink it, don’t touch it after the owner fills the tea bowl. Generally speaking, it is most auspicious to drink three bowls of butter tea when you are a guest at the owner. Before leaving, you can drink a few more sips of tea, but you can’t drink it dry.

In fact, when Uncle Liu said this, we didn’t remember it at all. Later, after living here for a long time and seeing more customers, we gradually figured out the etiquette of drinking tea.

Uncle Liu came to the largest tent, got off the horse, ran back to pick us up and got out of the car. His movements were very quick and he kept smiling. It seemed that our arrival was a very happy thing for Uncle Liu.

When I got off the car, Uncle Liu patted my shoulder hard: "Good boy, he is getting stronger and stronger."

I smiled a little embarrassedly. At this time, Uncle Ke also came over. He got off the horse smoothly and said to us: "Let's start training tomorrow. I just came today. I will adapt to the new environment and taste the food here."

After hearing what he said, I suddenly felt a little hungry.

Uncle Liu printed us into the largest tent, and an old man was sitting at a table, looking through a book. The words on the book were handwritten, looking like an account book.

Uncle Liu strode to the old man and said something we couldn't understand in Tibetan.

The old man's ears seemed to be not very smart. When Mr. Liu talked to him, he had to use a loud voice. It was not until Mr. Liu finished speaking that the old man felt a glasses with thick lenses from the table and put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked up at us.

Then he left the table, came to me and looked carefully, and asked me in a slightly accented Chinese: "Are you Mr. Chai's apprentice?"

I nodded respectfully.

The old man immediately showed a very bright smile on his face. While holding my hand, he turned to Uncle Liu and said, "Why don't you say anything when the guest is here?"

Uncle Liu smiled awkwardly: "It's all my family, and I didn't treat them as guests, so I didn't say anything."

"Oh, you have been outside for a long time and are less like us." The old man said jokingly: "No matter whether you are your own people or not, for us, you are all guests, and you have to go out to welcome us."

The old man rarely meets Chinese people like us on weekdays. He actually doesn't understand some of the Chinese he speaks, but after listening to the whole sentence, he can still understand what he means.

After saying this to Mr. Liu, the old man invited us to take a seat and asked Mr. Liu to get a cup for tea.

While drinking tea, we had forgotten all the etiquettes that Mr. Sun had said before. Fortunately, the patriarch didn't ask us for anything, but just let us do whatever we wanted.

The patriarch said that he and my master are good old friends, and they also know that we, the people of the righteous lineage, hate those red tape things on weekdays.

He said that when my master first came, he was very young and didn’t act as stern as me in his work. My master was more casual in everything. For a while, the patriarch even thought that my master might be a very rude person. Later he discovered that although my master is more willful and natural on weekdays, he actually knows their beliefs more deeply than them. At the same time, my master’s respect for Tibetan Buddhism is completely from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, although our Soul Village does not belong to any sect, we have some knowledge of most religions. Master once warned me that when studying other people’s beliefs, we must be respectful.

There is another name for such awe, called tolerance.

What is tolerance? For this word, my master’s explanation is “all-encompassing, the sea embraces all rivers.”

When I was writing this book, my achievements in cultivation may have surpassed my master, but in many aspects, there is still a big gap between me and my master, so I still can't understand why my master should use that way to interpret the simple word "tolerance".

I always thought that tolerance should be a word related to human nature.

While drinking butter tea, Master Liu asked me if I was hungry. I wanted to be polite, but Liu Shangang was excited and shouted in front of me: "I'm hungry!"

Later, Uncle Liu brought us a fried noodles called "zānba" by Tibetans. Tsampa is the staple food of herders. It is said to be one of the four treasures of Tibetans and has high nutritional value.

Its meal is also very interesting. Before eating, stir together a small amount of butter tea, milk residue and sugar, and then squeeze it into pieces with your hands before putting it in. At first, Uncle Liu was worried that tsampa would not suit my appetite, but I really like its slightly loose taste and some faint milky aroma.

When the patriarch saw that we were having a good meal, he kept smiling. He asked Uncle Liu to bring us Qula (a pasta made of milk left over from butter), some beef and mutton jerky, as well as other food made of milk.

The meal was full of freshness. While listening to the patriarch's description of the process of making the food, we ate it uncontrollably, and as we ate it, we became overwhelmed. With dairy products, beef and mutton were not easy to digest. Seeing that we were overwhelmed, the patriarch asked Master Liu to take us out for a walk and digest the food.
Chapter completed!