Taranotagen Aburige means a hero on the grassland, similar to the feeling of masked Zorro. On the grassland, he is synonymous with the heroic and righteousness, the guardian, and the Dahaner tribe.

Among this sparsely populated ethnic minority, Taranotagen and Aburige have a person who gallops alone on the grassland, elusive, yet everywhere. His legend is left in many places in the grassland. Damur Khan talks about the Taranotagen of this generation. Aburige should be called Burigude. If he can find him, he may be able to find the Dahaner tribe, a nation with no fixed place, or you can directly ask him what you want to know.

After all, Burigude wanders on the grassland all year round, and his footprints have almost covered every inch of the green grassland.

The waiter's body fell softly to the ground, unconscious of human affairs. Burigude inserted the white banner into his pocket, then turned over the horse, pulled the reins and dropped his head, and said, "He will be fine tomorrow morning. Put the person in the sun and let the sun dry. By the way, take off the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, it is not worthy of him..."

"Hold!" Burigude clamped his legs, and the black horse raised his front hooves and sniffed, then jumped out in a "swish" manner, and rushed west along the lake shoreline. The eagle, which was more than one meter long, flapped its wings and rushed into the air, leaving behind a group of confused young men and women who had not yet reacted.

"A man like the wind" Xiaocao said as he looked at his back.

"Get up, chase him, I can't catch up with others, I'm just a crazy man." Wang Jingzhe pulled Xiaocao and signaled her to get on the horse quickly. After they rode on, they patted the horse's butt and hurriedly followed Burigude's back.

At first, you could still see the riding man and horse galloping in the dark night, but in just three or five minutes, Burigude became a black spot, and the troops disappeared completely after a while. It was obvious that Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao's mounts were much different from others, and there was no comparison at all. This is what I said that the taillights of the car were invisible?

Helplessly, the two had to stop and chased after him for a while and were exhausted and panting. After all, they did not grow up on horseback, and their physical strength and butts could not support the long-term whip of horses.

"Is he riding a sweat-blooded BMW? It's like a bolt of lightning?" Xiaocao asked curiously.

Wang Jingzhe spat, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't know if it's sweat or blood, but I'm really tired and vomited blood. I almost paid for one, two or three."

"Are you still chasing?"

"I won't chase you anymore. I will probably know which direction he is heading. I will meet you sooner or later," Wang Jingzhe said meaningfully, squinted.

Xiaocao stretched and yawned, saying, "It just so happened that he was sleepy."

Wang Jingzhe immediately said with a slutty voice: "Well, so do I, then let's sing a song to stop the elf..."

"I may accidentally sing a song for you a thousand miles away." Xiaocao gave him a blank look and unloaded his equipment from the horse's back.

After a while, Wang Jingzhe lay in the tent, his head resting on his arms, blinking his eyes at the night sky outside. The stars were bright and the moonlight was bright.

A few dozen miles away from him, Burigude was also lying on the grass with his arms pillowing, next to it was the black horse strolling. The eagle shrank its head in its wings and lay in the grass.

Taking the sky as the quilt, the ground as the bed, one man, one horse and one eagle, this picture looks very free and easy when you think about it.

Perhaps, it is more of a lonely mood?

"Puff" Burigude bit a green grass in his mouth and was spit out. Then he turned over, kicked his legs comfortably, and then closed his eyes heavily. This was a life he had lived frequently for many years, and he had become extremely familiar with it. Burigude wandered on the grassland almost all day long, obeying the creed about Taranotagen. Aburige, which is to protect the peace of this grassland. He is called the hero of the Dahaner tribe. Just like the sword-crediters of all generations, Burigude's ancestors have been Taranotagen. Aburige.

As the night passed, the grassland ushered in the dawn of dawn on the horizon.

Burigude woke up very early. Before he could fully light up that day, he opened his eyes. Then he came to a small river not far away, took out toiletries from his horse's pocket and cleaned up briefly. He ate dry food and beef, and then drank a few large sips of horse milk wine. He suddenly became much more energetic. He had become accustomed to using wine to ring his own rhythm in the early morning.

Maybe it is because there is no drunk driving on the grassland?

The horse was turned on, the eagle spread its wings, Burigude shook the reins and soon disappeared into the vast grassland.

At the same time, the arrival of the morning also awakened Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao. After breakfast, they boarded the horse and continued to go west. Yesterday, they suddenly met Burigude and immediately made Wang Jingzhe come to greatness, because he suddenly remembered the Mastiff King he met in the Himalayas. This dog is considered a small spiritual master in Tibetan areas. It is said that there is nothing it can't find or know about. So Burigude on the grassland may bring him unexpected surprises, and he may know where to find Danqingya.

"The vast grassland is my love. The flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains. What rhythm is the most swaying, and what kind of singing is the happiest..." Xiaocao sang the song happily. After two sentences, he suddenly paused, turned his head to look at Wang Jingzhe, and asked with dissatisfaction: "Why don't you follow me, follow my rhythm?"

Wang Jingzhe had no choice but to come back to his senses from his thoughts, spread his hands and said, "What should I take?"

"Lyrics"

"Hi, Bazaar Black!"

Xiaocao immediately rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth and said with a sneer: "Why do the elves sing so happily? You have ulterior motives after all. You men, that's enough."

Xiaocao sighed, looking at Wang Jingzhe who was absent-minded and obviously thinking about something, and asked, "How are you thinking about finding that wind-like man?"

"Although the grassland is big, since there is a trace, it should not be difficult to find it. I just spent some more effort to calculate it. However, I am afraid that a lot of time will be wasted. Burigude has no place to live, but from what Damur Khan said, he is protecting the peace of the grassland. Just like the waiter who hit the evil last night, he didn't know how to know, so he ran over to save people. Then I thought, can he seduce the other party as long as there is such a thing?"

“What about?”
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