"The story of King Gesar is not recorded in any document. It has been passed down orally through the divine singers for thousands of years. But even so, King Gesar is still an irreplaceable hero in the hearts of the local people. "
After listening to what Lao Jiang said, I looked at Mou Xiangyi, wondering if Lao Jiang was right.
But I saw Mou looking towards Yixi, as if he was looking for something in the crowd.
Finally, he had no choice but to ask old man Danba, who was already a little drunk: "Where has he gone? Has he not come back yet?"
Mou Xiangyi spoke in Tibetan, which I couldn’t understand, so Lao Jiang was there to translate for us.
Judging from this, he should be asking the mysterious guide.
Old man Danba waved his hand: "The yaks are herding. They will be back soon!"
After hearing this, Mou Xiangyi finally felt relieved, but he did not return to the campfire to continue dancing. Instead, he stood alone outside the cold pasture, waiting silently for the guide.
Lao Jiang and I were also very curious, so we chased after him.
Banban was holding the bronze cauldron and chewing the remaining mutton. When he saw me leaving, he immediately followed me with the cauldron.
On the bright moon night, they also followed quickly.
Now almost the entire team was watching the fun.
Although we were standing in the harsh northwest wind, not to mention, after drinking kumis and eating hot roast lamb, our whole body felt like a stove was lit, and we didn't feel cold at all.
While everyone was waiting and chatting, I asked Mou Xiangyi, who was that guide?
It's already arrived at someone else's door, do you still need to hide it?
Mou Xiangyi remained tight-lipped and only said that I would understand when I meet the person.
Moo! Moo!
Finally, under the bright moonlight, hundreds of yaks rolled spectacularly from the other side of the grassland.
Their whole body hair is as shiny as black satin, their western limbs are strong, and their two big curved horns are majestic.
Under the moonlight, it looks like a black tide, which makes people feel a little dazed.
There is a chubby little girl riding on the front yak. She is wearing red clothes with a furry collar and cuffs. She wears a small felt hat on her head and puts her hands in the wide plush sleeves. Only a chubby little face was exposed.
Her little face was tanned, and there were a pair of plateau red dimples on her cheeks.
This girl is very small, only about thirteen years old. I don't know if she has met some happy event. I heard her singing from a long distance away.
As soon as he saw this herd of yaks, Mou Xiangyi was overjoyed and shouted to us: "Our guide is here, this trip to Gongga Snow Mountain will be sure of success!"
Lao Jiang and I looked around and found that apart from the fat girl, there were only yaks left.
Where is the guide?
Especially since Mingyue Ye had already put on a show of asking for justice: "Expert Mou, are you trying to make fun of us? You actually plan to let a yak take a group of us into the snowy mountains to die?"
"What a yak, you are mistaken, our guide is her!"
Following the direction of Mou Xiangyi's finger, the girl riding on the yak suddenly came into view.
Now I looked closer and saw that this girl was obviously darker and fatter...
The fat girl could actually speak Chinese. She slid off the yak and opened her mouth, revealing her neat white teeth: "Hello, you can call me little black cow."
I looked her up and down. Is this the person Mou Xiangyi said was chosen by God? Is she really here to be our guide?
I didn’t notice it if I was chosen by God, but it’s really dark.
