After the man turned around, Ying Baoyue realized that he was not as old as she thought.

He was about forty or fifty years old, wrinkles were carved on his face like a knife, his hair was as messy as weeds, and he was simply tied on the top of his head. His worn cotton robe was covered with wind, sand and dirt, and his equally chaotic and unrepaired beard was covered with wine stains.

From the outside, no matter how you look at it, this person is just a poor old shepherd.

But just as Ying Baoyue's eyes hit his eyes, he felt a shock in his whole body and soul.

It's hard for her to describe what kind of eyes they were.

Everything around those eyes was messy, unkempt, soaked with wind and sand, but only those eyes were clear and deep, just like a crescent spring deep in the desert. The land of evil land was clear and flowing into a spring, and the sandy mountains were not flooded with sand.

Wild horses fly on all sides of the wind and sand, and a pool of shadows swim in dragons.

This is Ying Baoyue’s first impression of this person.

What shocked her even more was that when she was staring at those eyes, a sense of familiarity suddenly ejaculated in her heart.

"Who are you?"

Ying Baoyue stared at the man sitting by the fire. She was sure that there was no such person in her memory. So where did this sense of familiarity come from?

Just as she was looking at this person, the man looked straight at her like an old monk entering a state of meditation.

The air in the tent solidified for a moment, and the two of them kept their eyes facing each other silently.

After a moment, the man put down the wine bag in his hand. He looked at Ying Baoyue's face and spoke lightly.

“Where have we seen it?”

The man's voice was hoarse, and his accent was filled with a strong Western Rong accent, but he was undoubtedly speaking Central Plains.

Hearing this voice, Ying Baoyue's heart shrank. This person was indeed the person she talked to Murong Heng when she was unconscious.

He asked this, did he think they had seen each other before?

Ying Baoyue clenched the bedding in her hand and lowered her eyes, "I think there shouldn't be."

"Yes," the man picked up the wine bag in his hand again and drank a pungent goat milk wine.

He wiped the wine stains on his beard and said in a vague way, "When I got here, you child was probably not born yet."

This person is indeed not a native of Xirong, but moved from the Central Plains.

Ying Baoyue's heart moved and stared at the side face of the person in front of her, "How long have you been living here?"

"how long?"

The man's drunken eyes slightly condensed, and he glanced at the pole in his arms.

Ying Baoyue looked at him, and the pole in this man's arms was made of something black and smooth.

"I almost don't remember how long it took," the man touched the long pole in his arms. "It's been almost eighteen years."

Eighteen years?!

Ying Baoyue was shocked, then she could confirm that she had never seen this person before.

The memories she lost were almost ten years ago. As for eighteen years ago... calculating the days, she had not arrived at the Great Wall of Eternal Night, and the Qin Dynasty had not even been completely established.

Eighteen years...

Ying Baoyue looked through the gap in the tent and looked at the desolate and cold land outside.

Ding Ling is the northernmost and the most bitter and coldest place in the entire Western Rong. Even the people of the Western Rong could not bear such an environment. The Central Plains people in front of her had been in such a place for eighteen years?

"you……"

Ying Baoyue couldn't suppress the vibration in her heart, and her voice was a little dull, "Are you from Central Plains?"

"It shouldn't be difficult to see," the man beside the fire laughed and pointed to his eyes.

His eyes were brown, which was not the same as the light-colored eyes commonly found in the Western Rong people.

"Although I'm not speaking well, these eyes haven't changed color."

Ying Baoyue's mood became more and more complicated.

This person's Central Plains speech is indeed bumpy and it sounds a bit difficult. It is said that the local accent is difficult to change. If she guessed correctly, this person should have been alone in this place for a long time, which led to him gradually losing the ability to speak.

For eighteen years, I stayed alone here, and even the local accent became unsuccessful. The only thing that had not changed was the color of my eyes.

Ying Baoyue couldn't help but ask, "Senior, why did you live in such a place? Where was your hometown originally?"

"You girl, I don't admit that you are born."

The man looked her up and down, and said in his stuttering words, "You have anything else to explain first, right?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned and reacted.

"May I ask, are you the owner of this tent?"

The man glanced at her and nodded.

Ying Baoyue lifted the quilt covered with her body and bowed respectfully to the person in front of her.

Although Murong Heng picked her up, she borrowed someone else's place. She lay on the sheepskin and whispered, "I thank you for helping you."

"It was Ah Heng who saved you," the man took a sip of wine and stared at Ying Baoyue's eyes. "He said you are his friend, is this true?"

Ying Baoyue felt inexplicably targeted by the hawk and said, "That's true."

"That's right," the man snorted in an unknown way, "What's your name?"

Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment, "Ying... Baoyue."

The man's hand holding a wine bag paused.

In the past, Princess Qin was of this body, and she had not been born when this man arrived in the Western Rong. Ying Baoyue guessed that this person should not know her original identity.

But the surname Ying is enough to illustrate many problems.

"It's better not to talk about your name randomly," the man picked up his wine bag again and said lightly, "If you don't want to die too quickly."

Ying Baoyue observed his expression. Although he was stunned for a moment before, he was not too surprised.

This person is indeed not as simple as his appearance.

"I heard from Ah Heng that you are a friend of Lord Shan Gui," Ying Baoyue whispered, "I believe in Lord Shan Gui's eyes."

"Mountain Ghost?"

The man glanced sharply at the eyes, "I'm afraid this wasn't what Murong Heng told you?"

It was impossible for Murong Heng to name the person who saved him.

Ying Baoyue lowered his eyes, "He didn't say it clearly, I guessed it."

The man didn't speak, just looked at her.

This man's eyes were so powerful that he could not detect the profound realm from him, but when his eyes swept over, Ying Baoyue felt unbearable.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, raised her head and looked straight into his eyes, "Senior, you haven't told me your name yet."

The man looked at her and spitted two words out of his mouth, "Gongga."

Ying Baoyue's eyes narrowed. Gongga means "shepherd" in the Western Rong language, and it is not the original name of this person at all.

"Senior, I want to know your original name," she stared into the man's eyes and said word by word, "your Central Plains name."

The man fell silent, his lips pursed tightly.

The next moment he looked into her eyes and spoke lightly.
Chapter completed!