Li Jiang was secretly happy when he saw the conversation. He said calmly: "Oh, I don't need any help. I just want to ask for directions."
When he spoke, he glanced at the girl and saw that she was not impatient and was still listening, so he continued: "Where is this place? I was caught in a big sandstorm yesterday and lost my way."
"This is the area near the ancient kingdom of Gaochang in Huijiang." The girl had a good heart and answered without hesitation.
"Back to Xinjiang? Gaochang?" Li Jiang frowned. He had expected to return to Xinjiang, but he really didn't know where Gaochang was. Is it far from Yumen Pass?
After calming down, Li Jiang asked again: "Girl, is this far from a populated place? I want to get out of the snow and wind and buy some food on the way."
The girl looked at Li Jiang carefully. He was about twenty years old, with disheveled hair and a tall figure. His fair skin was exposed in areas not covered by the wind and sand. Although his clothes were ragged, it could still be seen that they were used.
Han Chinese clothes made of good fabrics.
Seeing this, her eyes turned slightly red and she said: "Twenty or thirty miles away, there is a Kazakh tribe. You can go there to escape the cold."
"Oh, thank you, girl. I wonder if you can..." Li Jiang licked his face and pointed at the big white horse the girl was riding.
The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that Li Jiang wanted to rub against her horse. She couldn't help but blush, and felt a little embarrassed.
Although her parents passed away long ago, her mother still taught her about the relationship between men and women, and it was a bit embarrassing for a grown man to ride a horse together.
But after all, he is a Han, the same race as his parents and himself, so he couldn't bear to reject him.
There was a battle between heaven and man in her mind, and finally the Ha customs that she had lived with for twelve years prompted her to make a decision. Foreign women do not stick to trivial matters.
So she said softly: "Then come up."
Thanks to Li Jiang's hearing level 10, he did not miss anything even in the strong wind. He agreed with a smile and did not allow her to go back on her words. He immediately jumped on the horse and sat behind the girl.
When they met for the first time, Li Jiang obeyed the rules and did not hug the girl's waist. Instead, he was a very upright gentleman and held his hands back to support the saddle.
The girl felt shy for a moment, then urged the white horse to run eastward.
To avoid embarrassment, Li Jiang spoke to her: "Thank you, Miss Gao Yi. I haven't asked you what your surname is, Gao Yi."
The two of them were sitting together, inevitably very close to each other. The girl tilted her head to let go of Li Jiang's hot breath and whispered, "My name is Li Wenxiu, what's yours?"
Hmm, Li Wenxiu? It's a bit familiar. Li Jiang thought about it and replied casually: "Oh, what a good name. My surname is also Li, and my name is Li Jiang. It seems that we were in the same family five hundred years ago."
Listening to his approach, Li Wenxiu said noncommittally: "Then why did you come back to Xinjiang?"
"Well, I said, I was kidnapped, do you believe it?" Li Jiang asked, he was still wondering who this girl was.
Li Wenxiu didn't quite believe it, because the bandits here would kill anyone on the spot if they robbed them, so how could he be allowed to escape alone?
Seeing that the girl remained silent, Li Jiang continued: "I know you don't believe it, but I was just kidnapped. I was fine, and I ended up here after a good sleep."
"Oh!" Li Wenxiu replied lightly, seeming to believe it.
"I don't know how long I have been kidnapped. Do you know what is going on in the customs now?" Li Jiang cleverly said.
Li Wenxiu shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've been here for twelve years."
"Then who knows?" Li Jiang asked.
"Maybe Grandpa Ji knows about it. He often treats horses for tribesmen who go to the pass. You should have heard of him." Li Wenxiu had no doubt about him.
After hearing her words, Li Jiang silently thought about Grandpa Ji, Li Wenxiu, Grandpa Ji, Li Wenxiu...
Suddenly, his heart was agitated. He searched his memory and finally remembered, "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind"! He had watched it when he was a child. Fortunately, my brother had strengthened his memory. As long as he had watched it, he could basically remember it.
The parents of a little girl, Li Wenxiu, were involved in a treasure hunt in the Gaochang maze. To protect her before their death, they let her be carried on a white horse and fled alone. Later, she was adopted by Ma Jiajun, who disguised herself as an old man, and stayed there for more than ten years.
Then she learned martial arts from Ma Jiajun's master. In the end, of the three men who cared about her, two died and one was injured, and the injured one married someone else.
Li Wenxiu was so sad that she had no choice but to return to Jiangnan sadly.
Damn, this is so tragic. Everyone who cares about her will die a good death. The only one who survived barely managed to save his life because he didn't have a close relationship with her.
This is the child of destiny, and this is the fate arranged for her by this world.
Li Jiang shuddered, can you hold it still? Do you want to stay away from her? His butt twisted back unnaturally.
His actions caused Li Wenxiu to misunderstand, and she even thought that he was a gentleman who did not bully the darkroom, and she developed a good impression of him.
The big white horse was old and it was a bit difficult to carry the two of them walking in the snow. It took almost an hour to reach the twenty-mile distance.
Li Jiang saw an oasis by the river from a distance. It was gradually covered by heavy snow, and less and less green was exposed.
Li Wenxiu's face was filled with joy, and instead of galloping towards the many circular tent settlements that were close together, he turned his horse's head and galloped towards the hillside closest to him.
Going up the slope, Li Jiang discovered that it was different from the tents at the bottom of the mountain. This was a typical, square Han Chinese hut with walls and windows, thatch draped slopingly on the top, and two horses tied to the pillars outside.
horse.
When he was about to reach the door of his house, Li Wenxiu stepped forward with his right foot, got off the horse easily with a gymnastic movement, and ran towards the back of the house.
Uh, just leave me here and leave me alone? Or should she go in first and report to the master before coming out to greet the guests?
Since the character of a gentleman has been designed, it must be in line with the character's personality, and no one is allowed in unless necessary, so he had no choice but to dismount and wait outside the house.
He didn't have to wait long before the little girl ran out with her face flushed. She led the horse and motioned for Li Jiang to follow.
She tied her horse to the pillar in front of the door, stretched out her hand to knock on the door, and murmured a few words.
Li Jiang couldn’t understand it, so he probably spoke Kazakh language.
Immediately, an old man opened the door and came out, muttering loudly in Kazakh.
Li Jiang looked at this suspected Grandpa Ji with great interest. He saw that he had white hair, not one of which was black. He was tall, hunched over, trembling, and very old. He could only glance at Li Jiang inadvertently.
, looks bright and energetic.
The two of them exchanged a few more words in foreign languages, and the old man pulled his hand in, indicating that he was welcome to come in. Li Jiang hugged him and then followed Li Wenxiu inside.
When I walked inside, I saw that there were already two people gathered around the fire to keep warm. They were opposite the two horses outside.
There was a man and a woman, the man was rough and heroic, the woman was voluptuous and beautiful, both were full of exotic charm. Li Jiang looked at them twice with admiration.