Needless to say, the scenery is beautiful. The sky is blue and the grass is fertile. You can often see countless horses galloping past.
Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu were walking in a yurt in Mongolian costumes.
This is the Hulun Prairie.
It is one of the best tourist attractions in Inner Mongolia.
There are also many legends about the Hulun Beir Prairie, all kinds of beautiful and moving legends.
There is a legend in this Hulun Beir Prairie.
A long time ago, wind demons and sand demons were rampant on the grassland. There was no grass growing on the ground, water dripping like gold, livestock were on the verge of extinction, and the bones of herdsmen were everywhere.
There is a couple in a brave Mongolian tribe on the grassland.
The girl is good at singing and dancing, has both talent and beauty, and is called Hulun.
The boy was extremely strong, good at riding and shooting, and his name was Bell.
In order to save the grassland and pursue love, they fought bravely with the demons on the grassland. They subdued the wind demons, eliminated the sand demons, applied nectar, and clothed the creatures, making the grassland extraordinarily beautiful.
To thank and commemorate them, the grassland people named their hometown Hulun Beir.
There are so many yurts here, there are nearly two to three hundred of them.
Although we are in Inner Mongolia, large-scale yurt tribes like this are extremely rare.
Inner Mongolia is also developing rapidly, and there are also various high-rise buildings.
But when you come to Inner Mongolia, you have to come and experience the yurt tribe to truly experience the local customs.
The tribe they came to at this time was called the Tara tribe.
Tara means grassland in the Mongolian language.
"Ha~" Lin Xiaofeng stretched his arms and let out a long yawn.
After he and Xiang Zhu arrived in Inner Mongolia yesterday, they rested all night and rushed here without stopping.
"Xiaofeng, there are a lot of things to do in Inner Mongolia. You can ride horses and archery, or you can use a bow to shoot a giant eagle." Xiang Zhu blushed, and he didn't know it was because he was not used to the climate here.
I am still happy to travel with Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng stretched out: "It would be nice to bend your bow and shoot the big eagle, so as not to dodge my old waist."
"That's all." Xiang Zhu rolled his eyes at Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng smiled back and said, "Then look at yourself. Why don't you just go out and play? How happy are you?"
Xiang Zhu rolled his eyes: "What do you think? I'm almost bored to death in the Holy Cult."
After speaking, she looked at the sky in the distance: "Only in this prairie can you feel free."
Lin Xiaofeng stood next to her and held her hand: "You are also unrestrained in the Holy Religion. Who dares to control you, my majestic Holy Master?"
Xiang Zhu shook his head slightly: "I used to have the same thoughts as you."
"I thought, after becoming the Holy Lord, everyone would have to listen to me, how comfortable that would be." Xiang Zhu raised his head: "But that's not the case."
"The Holy Island is like a huge cage to me, and the position of the Holy Lord is like a shackle to me, so heavy that I can hardly breathe."
As she said that, she shook her head: "What are you talking about? Hurry up, we agreed, you find a yurt, and we can go in and have a good meal."
"Okay." Lin Xiaofeng touched the back of her head.
He held her hand and walked around for a while before walking to a yurt.
Mongolians are extremely hospitable.
The owner of this household is named Zana, a middle-aged man in his forties.
He is 1.83 meters tall and has a strong build.
After Zana learned the purpose of their visit, he enthusiastically pulled them into the yurt and poured milk wine for them.
Then Zana persuaded the guests to drink in poetic language: "A guest from afar invites you to drink a glass of fine prairie wine. This is the essence of our nation's traditional food and the deep affection of our prairie people."
The taste of milk wine depends on personal taste. Some people feel it has a strong fishy smell and is extremely difficult to drink. Some people feel it is very delicious.
Of course, when you arrive at the yurt, the host will bring out the milk wine to treat the guests. You must drink it, regardless of whether it tastes good or not. This is what others want.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu felt that it tasted pretty good when they drank it. After one sip, Lin Xiaofeng didn't feel drunk.
The alcohol content of milk wine is not too high, the highest is only about 45 degrees.
Afterwards, Zana and the two of them had dinner and chatted.
Zana heard that the two of them were here for fun, and recommended many tourist attractions nearby to them.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.
Zana frowned: "I'm sorry, two guests, there must be trouble. You'd better leave as soon as possible."
"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaofeng had just asked, when suddenly, three young strong men walked in from outside the yurt.
These three young and strong men are all about 23 or 24 years old and have extremely strong bodies.
The leader was a man with a hooked nose.
"Zana, you ruined the good things of the Aoden Sect outside some time ago. We have to settle this account carefully." The man with the hooked nose said.
Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu looked at each other.
Naturally, they both knew about the Aoden religion.
Aoden is a second-rate demon sect in Inner Mongolia, but they are far away from Inner Mongolia on weekdays, so they don’t have much contact with it.
The Aoden sect rarely leaves Inner Mongolia.
Zana took a deep breath and said, "Tie'ermu, it was you who used sorcery to harm people first. How could I ignore it when I saw it?"
"Control?" The hook-nosed man known as Tiermu snorted coldly: "You dare to interfere with our Aoden Sect's affairs. You are very brave. Come with us."
Are the demon sects in Inner Mongolia so arrogant?
In broad daylight, rush to someone’s home to arrest them?
"Hey, this brother." Lin Xiaofeng stepped forward and stopped in front of them.
After all, I just ate Zana’s food. Eaters are soft-mouthed, but takers are short-handed.
Although Zana didn't ask them for help, if he didn't help in this situation, what would be Lin Xiaofeng's character?
Tie'ermu frowned and looked Lin Xiaofeng up and down: "Who are you? What do you do?"
"I am Zana's guest." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Upon hearing this, Tie'ermu's face showed contempt: "Then get out of here, or I will take you and this girl back too."
As he spoke, he pointed at Xiang Zhu's nose.
Although Xiang Zhu is not very old, he is still considered to be in a high position in the Holy Cult.
How could he, the leader of all demon sects, endure this?
She raised her hand and squeezed Tie'ermu's hand.
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from Tie'ermu's fingers, and he didn't know if it was continuous.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Tie'ermu suddenly screamed: "Be gentle, be gentle."
The two people behind wanted to help, but Lin Xiaofeng also took action, kicking each of them. Lin Xiaofeng was immediately kicked to the ground, and he had no strength to stand up.
"Get lost." Xiang Zhu obviously didn't want to talk nonsense to this guy and let go of his hand.
Tie'ermu's hand had been deformed by Xiang Zhu's pinch and was dripping with blood. Tie'ermu gritted his teeth and hurriedly left with the two people behind him without saying a word.