Wushuang was alone and without worries. At this moment, the plane had landed at Xining Airport. This time he was going to take a shortcut. He took a bus from Xining and took the G2' highway and arrived in Zhangye two hours later. Zhangye is a small city.

The small town is very close to Jiuquan and is the northernmost starting point of the ancient Silk Road in the Central Plains.

He randomly found a street stall in Zhangye's night market and ate while waiting for Master Yun's people. He had already greeted Master Yun early, and all the equipment for this expedition was bought from his old friend. He didn't need anything, just

Three things, water, vaginal claws, and desert motorcycles.

Mr. Yun's people were very punctual and delivered all the things the boss ordered to prepare for Wushuang to the night market, and also gave him some instructions for exploring in Mobei.

He took advantage of the cool night and drove towards his destination. It was already the end of September, but in the northwest desert region, the sun was still scorching at noon.

We arrived at Alxa Right Banner in the middle of the night, and finally arrived at the Mobei town where we separated from Arslan in the early morning.

Wushuang was very cautious during this trip. He knew that there might be Li Doutian's people hidden in the town. Now he was not only eyeing the Eye of Yelia, but Li Doutian might even dream of taking that treasure as his own.

He was wearing a long robe and a Uyghur-style hood with only two eyes exposed. However, this town is too small, and the arrival of a stranger can never be hidden from the eyes of the locals.

There were only a few travelers in the small hotel who had just gotten up. These people came to take pictures of the beautiful sunrise in the Bagan Jilin Desert. They carried their valuable photography equipment into the car in twos and threes.

"Boss, which room does Arslan live in?" Wushuang knocked on the bar. On the bar, a beautiful Uighur girl was lying on it and taking a nap.

She raised her head and looked at Wushuang. The eyes of the Han people were different from those of the Uighurs. This was due to genetics. The blood of the Uyghurs came from West Asia. Even the color of their eyes was not the same as that of the Central Plains people. The girl recognized at a glance that Wushuang was not a local.

people.

She muttered a string of Uighur dialects, and Wushuang shrugged to show that she didn't understand.

The girl said in not very fluent Chinese that Arslan has not come back since he went out last night, so you can wait for him here.

"Do you know where he went?" Wushuang asked.

The big-eyed Uighur girl told him that Arslan went to the ruins of the altar in the desert.

"Oh, could you please take me to find him? I have something urgent." Wushuang habitually took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the girl.

The big-eyed Uighur girl pushed the money away and shook her head in panic. "No, guest, you can't go. It's a place cursed by the God of Death."

"Why? He can go but I can't?"

"He is a Uighur and a believer in Allah, and the God of Death cannot harm him." Allah is the god of Islam, and the legendary prophet Muhammad is a believer in Allah.

As he was talking, Arslan dragged his tired body back from outside. As soon as he entered the hotel, he heard Wushuang's voice.

"Master, you are finally here." He knelt on one leg in front of Wushuang. This was the reason why Arslan later asked Master Yun what etiquette he should have with the new master. Master Yun taught him some things about the dignity of Manchu people.

etiquette.

"Get up quickly, it must be Lao Yun who asked you to kneel down. You kid learns very quickly. Do you know that you Muslims can't kneel down easily?" Wushuang asked him.

"Master, since Arslan has followed you, he will always be your slave. You are Arslan's faith." Arslan is a poor orphan who has suffered a lot since he was a child. Although he has only been with Wushuang for a few days.

, the two of them had only met each other a few times, but he could see that this master had a unique temperament inside him. The Uighurs had inherent loyalty, and they were sure that their master would never betray him in this life.

"How's it going? This girl said you went to the ruins of an altar? Did you find anything?"

Arslan whispered: "Master, there are many people talking here, so you should go back to my room to talk."

When I described this Uighur girl, I only described her as having a pair of beautiful big eyes. I was not stingy with my words, but in front of Wushuang, she really only showed a pair of eyes. She was wearing a long skirt and had a smile on her face.

Wearing veils and veils, not even a single bit of skin can be seen except for the hands. This is related to their religious beliefs and is also a precious national culture.

Xinjiang Uyghur National Islam, traditionally, boys start teaching when they are 8 years old, and girls reach the age of integration at 12 years old. Real Muslims cannot go bareheaded, men must wear flower hats, and women must cover their heads.

veil.

Traditional Muslim women dress very solemnly and elegantly. Uyghur women wear skirts all year round. In addition to looking good, the more important thing is to curve their bodies to prevent others from seeing them. They also hide their mysterious faces under various veils.

In Islam, everything about a woman "should be hidden from the eyes of men". She is not allowed to go out without wearing a veil, and a woman's face is not allowed to be seen by other men except her husband and father.

He is extremely curious and possesses all the talents of an explorer. Following Arslan as he passed by the bar, he said something else: "Girl, you are really beautiful, especially your eyes. They are as beautiful as in the legend."

Leah.”

Uyghur girls are very traditional. Maybe in the city, such a casual compliment from a man means to strike up a conversation with a girl. But in this traditional Muslim town, it is regarded as a secret confession. The girl shyly lowered her head to avoid Wushuang.

eyes.

Wushuang walked by and pulled off the girl's veil with his fingertips. Suddenly her clear face lit up the whole world like stars in the sky.

Those blue eyes, high bridge of nose, delicate face, fair skin, sexy lips... Wushuang stared at her with his eyes wide open.

The girl was shy and hurriedly put on her veil and turned her head to avoid looking at Wushuang. But it was obvious from her back that she was breathing very fast, her heartbeat was racing, and she was extremely nervous.

"What a sign of a girl. This is what I cannot accept the most about you Muslims. A good girl has to wrap her bag as airtight as a zongzi. Aren't you afraid of getting eczema?"

Arslan grinned, ran to the bar, bowed repeatedly and apologized to the girl in Uyghur, then dragged Wushuang and ran away.

"What's wrong? Why are you running?" Wushuang was puzzled.

"Master, this is our Muslim custom. Unmarried girls are not allowed to take off their veils to meet strange men. What you just did was very impolite. Fortunately, her parents went out in the morning. If you were hit, you would be in big trouble.
Chapter completed!