Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

Anyway, at least it turned out pretty good.

No lives were lost.

The river god was not really angry.

"This year's ceremony... The River God is very satisfied. Everyone, please go back. The River God will bless you with good weather."

Finally, it is the temple blessing that has been kept at the temple for many years.

He turned around and looked at the crowd of people in front of the temple and said.

Hear this.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

They only want to hear what they want to hear.

As for the young man who borrowed the boat, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The scorching sun was clearly hanging high above our heads.

The crops in the field can be burned to death under the high temperature.

After a while, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.

His face was also as pale as paper.

but……

Fortunately, nothing major happened.

Otherwise, he would probably be implicated as well.

Ferrying, fishing and even worshiping gods, everything is firmly in the hands of the boat gang.

What if the River God just went crazy and vented his anger?

Even if the ferry sinks to the bottom of the river.

by their means.

It can be fished out in the end and finally found on his head.

Wait until the crowd of onlookers has almost dispersed.

He didn't dare to leave immediately.

Instead, he circled around and hid under the embankment, looking at the almost invisible figure on the river from a distance.

Until Chen Zhao held the ferry and arrived at the ferry on the other side.

Take out the rope and tie it to the stone pier.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Lying down against the river embankment behind him, he carefully took out the silver coin.

The wind rising from the river blew through my fingers.

A buzzing sound suddenly sounded.

He listened to that sound obsessively, over and over again.

Happy like a child.

opposite shore.

Got off the ferry.

Chen Zhao was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he found a place by the water.

The two horses were brushed and fed with grain, water and grass.

Wait until they have rested enough.

Then he got on his horse and headed straight for Yulin.

After crossing the Yellow River, it is much faster to go to the grassland.

Compared with the rolling mountains and old forests in the south, the mountains in the north are pitifully few, and as far as the eye can see, there are almost endless plains.

It took less than a day.

Entered Yulin City, replenished supplies, and spent the night.

He spurred on again.

It was almost a starry night, and we didn't dare to delay in the slightest.

Cross the Northern Line.

Chen Zhao clearly felt that both the environment, terrain, and customs had undergone earth-shaking changes from what he had seen before.

Biggest change.

It's the climate.

When we set off from Xiangxi, it was clearly still June and extremely hot.

But here, it's almost the same as autumn.

Especially the temperature difference between day and night is huge in the morning and evening.

Moreover, there were many villages and towns along the way at the beginning.

But passed the Xing'an League.

In the vast grassland, it is often not possible to see a single family for several days.

Occasionally you can see a yurt.

People like Chen Zhao, who can endure loneliness, can't bear it.

Fortunately, the people on the grasslands these days are simple and simple.

Even if you are just a passerby.

Chen Zhao proposed to rest for the night.

They will receive you warmly, and often there will be a lot of dairy products on the horse when you leave the next day.

Now running in the wilderness.

Chen Zhao held a map bought from the market town in one hand.

Holding a pot of kumiss in one hand, he raised his head and took a sip from time to time.

have to say.

This kind of wine from the grassland has a really unique flavor.

The most important thing is that when entering the territory of Xing'an League, the weather is getting colder and the cold wind is howling.

If you are traveling for a long time.

I had to drink some wine to warm myself up.

Otherwise it will be easy to freeze.

With Chen Zhao's cultivation level, there is no need to worry about this. He just uses it to refresh himself and relieve fatigue.

"Call-"

Suddenly.

A rare mountain ridge appeared ahead.

Chen Zhao subconsciously pulled the reins.

He sighed.

Dahei underneath him suddenly stopped.

During this time, he had become very familiar with the two horses, one black and one white.

They were specially named Dahei and Laobai.

Chen Yulou is right.

These two dragon colts are very spiritual, and they can basically understand everything they say.

Even when he sleeps at night.

It can also take on the role of vigilance.

There is not much else on the grassland.

But wolves are everywhere.

I haven't met anyone several times.

Chen Zhao could only camp on the spot and rest.

Being awakened by the neighing sounds of Dahei and Laobai in the middle of the night often attracts wolves.

"This place should be the Sutailing that Batu mentioned yesterday, right?"

On horseback.

Chen Zhao casually tied the mouth of the sheepskin bag filled with kumiss.

Then he held the map and looked at it.

While in Pingshan.

Although he is full of confidence.

But one thing was ignored.

That's the plot of Baiyan Cave, from the 70s.

That is, several decades later.

Mongolia today is hundreds of times different from that time.

Many place names in my memory do not correspond at all.