"Uncle, are you mistaken? We are not from Hoh Xil?" Fang Wenxin was stunned when she heard this and immediately explained.
The other three people were also confused after hearing this, but just when Xiang Hui was about to ask, the Tibetan uncle laughed and said: "That's right! Hoh Xil is our name for beautiful girls, and it's you two that I'm inviting now. A girl from Hoh Xil!"
"Ah? So that's it... But we don't know each other. Isn't there something wrong with this?" Fang Wenxin was a little confused after hearing the Tibetan uncle's explanation, but she still asked doubtfully.
"Two beautiful girls, you don't have to worry about anything. Tonight's bonfire party is hosted by a friend of mine. Her daughter just turned 18 today. This can be said to be a birthday party. There will be many local people. Young men and women will participate. This will be a very lively and interesting party. Not only will there be food, singing and dancing, but the party will be held on a meadow in the north of the city. Just imagine under the bright moon and stars, if you two beautiful girls are present. It will definitely be even more exciting!”
The Tibetan uncle turned out to be an eloquent person. During his eloquent conversation, he not only explained the reason for the invitation, but also succinctly described a bonfire party that might show strong local customs.
Although Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen were a little moved after hearing this, after they looked at each other, they shook their heads slightly and did not answer.
Seeing this, the Tibetan uncle smiled casually and continued: "The location is less than 20 kilometers away from here. We have a car to pick you up. Of course, if you two girls are still worried, your companions can also accompany you. But The car can’t fit so many people, and at least one person won’t be able to go.”
Hearing what the Tibetan uncle said, Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen were a little shaken. After all, it is a very interesting thing to be lucky enough to see a Tibetan-style bonfire party during travel.
At this time, Zhou Zichen looked at Xiang Hui unconsciously.
"Did you pay for our meal?"
Although Xiang Hui understood what Zhou Zichen meant, the Tibetan uncle's invitation was obviously targeted, which made him a little unhappy. In addition, he already guessed that the meal bill was settled by the person in front of him, so he asked in a deep voice with a sudden force.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. I just wanted to express my sincerity. Please don't misunderstand me." Upon hearing the question, the Tibetan uncle immediately pressed his right hand on his chest and bowed down, and carefully replied.
"That's not okay. We can't accept favors from others in vain. How much will I pay you now!"
The Tibetan uncle's answer was obviously expected by the four of them, but now that he heard the other party admit it frankly, Xiang Hui still frowned and said decisively.
"That's not necessary. We Tibetans will never take back our sincerity. If you really don't want to go, that's okay!"
Xiang Hui didn't expect that this Tibetan uncle, who obviously had other purposes, would say such words that were difficult to refuse. After hearing this, his face sank and he became a little embarrassed.
"Xiang Hui, I think the Tibetan uncle is also very sincere. Besides, you can go too. I don't think anything will happen. Besides, since there are so many Tibetan young men and women participating, there might be some beautiful Tibetan girls. I'm interested in you! Let's go!" Fang Wenxin couldn't hold back her curiosity at this moment, and she relaxed and started to persuade Mr. Xiang.
In fact, someone provided free food, drink and fun, so he would not suffer any loss, but the Tibetan uncle was too targeted, which made Xiang Hui a little unhappy.
But now that the other party has changed his attitude, and Fang Wenxin's timely persuasion, it just gave him a step down.
So when Xiang Hui glanced at Zhou Zichen and nodded slightly to him, he nodded in agreement without further words.
Although Xiang Hui still didn't know what kind of medicine the Tibetan uncle was selling in his gourd, he thought there would be no personal safety accidents, so after a brief discussion, they walked out of the restaurant with the Tibetan uncle.
As soon as we left the restaurant, a white BJ Jeep drove over. The driver was a Tibetan young man, in his early twenties, with a well-proportioned figure and slightly dark skin. He looked very honest, not as unpredictable as a Tibetan uncle.
"This is my son Watto. He will also go with me to attend today's bonfire party, so this car can only carry three of you. I'm so sorry!" The Tibetan uncle saw the jeep parked in front of him, his face After introducing it with a smile, he still explained a little apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, I just won't go, Xiang Hui, their safety depends entirely on you!"
Since the Tibetan uncle had already explained it in advance and Xiang Hui and Zhan Yitian had discussed it, after hearing the Tibetan uncle's apologetic words, Zhan Yitian immediately said with a nonchalant smile.
"Don't worry, little brother, we will be responsible for your friends' safety. I will send them back after the party." The Tibetan uncle is not a fool. Although Zhan Yitian's words were directed at Xiang Hui, he also understood that it was Reminding himself, he added with a smile on his face.
Just like that, when Xiang Hui and the two goddesses all got into the back seat of the jeep, Zhan Yitian waved and watched them leave.
"Zhan Yitian, I will bring you a grilled lamb chop tonight. Don't go to bed early!"
In the distance, Xiang Hui popped his head out and shouted loudly to Zhan Yitian. It seemed that his mood suddenly became extremely excited.
Thinking that Xiang Hui finally had the opportunity to sit next to Zhou Zichen's soft body, Zhan Yitian raised his hand again, smiled and waved at Xiang Hui from a distance.
"Finally I can act alone!"
When Zhan Yitian saw the jeep out of sight, he took a long breath and said to himself, and immediately walked to a secluded corner and sat down cross-legged.
On the streets of Lhasa, there are people kneeling and chanting sutras all day long, and people sitting on the roadside to rest or lying on the ground to sleep can be seen everywhere. Therefore, like Zhan Yiyi, sitting directly on the roadside and meditating, it does not attract the attention of others. Notice.
But at this moment, three rapidly moving white dots appeared in Zhan Yitian's state of mind. What made Zhan Yitian frown was that these three moving white dots were rapidly approaching another white dot, and the direction of that white dot happened to be in the north of Lhasa City, but this white dot remained motionless in its original location. land.
"It's interesting. Maybe I can enjoy this bonfire party too!"
The strange thing is that after Zhan Yitian sensed these situations, he was just stunned for a moment, then murmured something strange and strange with the corner of his mouth raised.
It turned out that when Zhan discovered the sutra wheel that concealed the Qi of Lung Metal one day at the wholesale market, he quietly left a mark on the Tibetan grandmother's body.
This is a tracking mark, which shows that Yitian's current cultivation level can be traced to within a hundred kilometers.
Just now, Zhan Yitian also cast such a mark on the bodies of Xiang Hui and the others to ensure that they could know their whereabouts at any time and ensure their safety.
When I cast a spell to check just now, I found that these marks were getting closer, which meant that the place where the Tibetan uncle was taking a few of them was most likely the place where the Tibetan grandmother was.
Zhan's original plan for the day was to find an opportunity tonight to absorb the lung metal energy in the prayer wheel.
And judging from the current situation, it's really a coincidence that they all came together. This can save some effort and don't have to worry about both sides of the mind so much.
