Hearing what the Master said, Zhou Fei looked very surprised.
"Teacher can find delicious food in this kind of place?"
The master glanced at him contemptuously: "Listening to what you said, you know that your life is too rough. There are only two things in life that you can't live up to. One is fine wine and the other is good food. It just so happens that neither of these two things have anything to do with you. Zhou Fei, Zhou Fei, your life is too failed."
Zhou Fei whispered: "There is only a teacher in the entire Great Wilderness. You can regard food and wine as things that cannot be disappointed in your life."
"Where are you all alone?" The Master asked, squinting half his eyes.
Zhou Fei immediately showed a sweet smile: "I didn't say anything."
"Huh." The master snorted proudly: "Forget it, I don't bother to care about you, just follow me if you want to eat something delicious."
Speaking of this, the master also glanced at Ling Zhaoyan.
Ling Zhaoyan also showed a sweet smile.
But there was no smile in her eyes.
The master smiled too, but his smile was meaningful.
Of the three people, only Zhou Fei was a fool at this moment, and the other two had their own thoughts.
Under the leadership of the Master, the three quickly came to a water source.
On the grassland, water sources are very precious, and this is also a place where nomadic tribes camp.
This area of water source is not large, so it is not tribes who have settled here, but some independent nomads.
To Zhou Fei's surprise, these nomads even recognized the Master and greeted him cordially when he saw the Master's arrival.
What's even more amazing is that the master can speak an authentic nomadic language.
Is there anything in this world that his old man can't
It's omnipotent.
The Master greeted these nomads heartily, and hugged and pressed faces with some of the older people, so familiar as if he had returned to his own home.
Nomads are known for their enthusiasm, even strangers. When they meet acquaintances, their enthusiasm is naturally even higher.
Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan also received their most warm hospitality, and soon their faces were smeared with various oils.
The master said: "Don't wipe it off. This is their highest courtesy for greeting guests. If you wipe it off, you don’t respect each other’s customs and you will become an enemy."
Zhou Fei's raised hand slowly went down again.
Ling Zhaoyan didn't think there was anything, but showed a good pair
Strange appearance.
The master glanced at her and said nothing.
After the welcoming ceremony, the eldest old man of this mini tribe walked out of the yurt with the support of several young people. Seeing his trembling walk, he felt that he would be dead at any time.
The Master greeted him, and a hand was placed on the other's wrist naturally, and a pure aura was slowly injected into the old man's body.
His mental state is getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, for ordinary people, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and the master's actions can only make the elderly feel comfortable, and cannot change anything.
But for this old man, it is already very rare to experience the feelings of a few years or even ten years ago again.
So he gave a big gift to the master.
The Master accepted it calmly and didn't feel anything wrong.
This is the character of nomads. The more polite you are, they think you don't look down on them.
To put it simply, be direct, be direct in the way of getting along.
After receiving the other party's courtesy, the master made his request to the other party.
In the middle of the journey, the Master also pointed at Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan. The time for pointing at Ling Zhaoyan was obviously longer.
Zhou Fei finally felt that something was wrong.
But Zhou Fei couldn't describe this kind of error in detail.
Because in his opinion, whether it is the master or Zhaoyan, they are no different from the ordinary.
Let's observe again, maybe the time is up, the master will take the initiative to tell him, maybe.
"Well, let's find a place to rest and rest first. This nomadic delicacy needs some time to prepare. I asked them to prepare a yurt for you. Let's go and rest. I will call you when the food is ready." The master came over and said.
Let the Master say that, Zhou Fei did feel a little tired.
During this period of time, he has not had a serious rest, and his spirit has been in a state of high tension. Now he suddenly relaxes, tiredness hits like a tide, and instantly starts to be top-heavy, it seems that he can fall asleep while standing.
Ling Zhaoyan supported Zhou Fei and walked towards the yurt prepared for them under the leadership of the nomads.
Once again, the Master conjured a wine pouch in his hand.
It is filled with mare kumiss, the favorite of nomads.
The master raised his neck and took a swig.
"Comfortable."
…
Zhou Fei
This sleep is called a solid sleep.
Didn't even have a dream.
Opening his eyes, he was the only one in the yurt, and the Master and Zhaoyan were not there.
It is estimated that I slept for too long, and my brain is a little dull. After sitting up, my muscles including bones are extremely sore.
This is a very normal phenomenon, because the bones and muscles, along with the nerves, were in a state of high tension before, and now they relax too much, and naturally they will be sore and painful.
Zhou Fei sat cross-legged, adjusting his breath.
After a week of work, the soreness disappeared completely.
He became the vigorous Zhou Fei again.
Leaving the yurt, there is already a bright moon hanging outside, and the stars are shining brightly.
Next to the water source, nomads lit up a campfire and sat on the ground, performing singing and dancing.
It seems that no matter in that world, the customs of nomads who like to dance are the same.
Ling Zhaoyan was the first to notice Zhou Fei waking up and beckoned to him.
Zhou Fei walked over, sat down beside Ling Zhaoyan, and whispered, "Why don't you wake me up."
Ling Zhaoyan said: "The master said to let you rest. You are too tired during this time. Zhou Fei, thank you for taking care of me."
Zhou Fei raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so polite all of a sudden, isn't it right to take care of you?"
Ling Zhaoyan stuck his tongue out, "I just want to thank you, don't worry."
Zhou Fei uttered.
Ling Zhaoyan put a small bowl in front of Zhou Fei, which contained something similar to fried chicken fillet.
"what is this?"
"I left it specially for you. The delicacy mentioned by the master is it. You can taste it, it's delicious." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei didn't doubt that he was there, so he grabbed one with his hands and put it in his mouth. After chewing twice, his eyes brightened, and his hand movements accelerated. After a while, he ate the "gourmet" in the bowl. After finishing, he licked his fingers with intent, and asked: "What is this, why is it so delicious?"
The Master’s voice came from the side, "Earth Dragon."
Zhou Fei: "Earthworms? They don't look like they eat."
The master said: "The earthworm is not a species, the earth dragon is what nomads call it."
"How did you catch it?"
"Use horse dung."
"What?"
"A pile of horse dung can attract three to four earth dragons. The bowl you ate just now took about seven or eight piles of horse dung."
Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then, "Oh..."
(End of this chapter)