Small peasant girl

Chapter 1269 Unpredictable Prophet
This is a mountain range called Yueyang Ridge.

But looking outside the curtain of the carriage, the direction of the carriage was always heading north.

"Are we heading north?"

If you go to the northwest, don't you go in the northwest direction?Why is this straight north, and it has already deviated from the original direction.

"It is indeed due north. Three days later, there may be a sandstorm in the northwest desert. We can avoid it by walking here."

Hearing Su Jinxia's question, Huo Lingyun didn't hide it from her, and told the truth.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Su Jinxia's face changed.

He hooked the corners of his mouth in a funny way, and continued: "Did Zhao Ziqi never tell you that he grew up in the northwest?"

Seeing Su Jinxia's face, Lingyun knew what she was thinking.

She was worried about Zhao Ziqi.

It is estimated that Zhao Ziqi must have chased him, Su Jinxia was worried that he would be trapped in the sandstorm.

It's ridiculous to think about it. After living in the Northwest for so many years, how could Zhao Ziqi not be able to cope with a small sandstorm.

"He didn't say it, but why did you mention him?"

Su Jinxia was a little embarrassed when her little thoughts were discovered, blushed a little, turned her head to the side, and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Lingyun smiled faintly, but did not expose her.

The carriage went straight north.

The road became more and more bumpy, but fortunately there was this carriage, and they were not bumped while sitting in the carriage.

A few of them walked and played together.

Yueyang Ridge is a long mountain range. As the saying goes, you can rely on the mountain to eat the mountain. There are many villages under this mountain.

Naturally, there are also breathtaking scenery.

After walking northward along Yueyang Ridge for two days, the carriage finally turned around and headed west.

Passing through Yueyang Ridge, there is a boundless prairie in front of you.

The grassland is vast and magnificent.

On the grassland, there are not so many cattle and sheep as in modern times. On the contrary, there are not many people raising cattle and sheep.

Not only that, but there are few people here.

There are villages, but there are only a dozen families in a village.

At night, the scenery is wonderful.

However, the howling of wolves was frightening.

"There are few people here, and if you walk west for another day, there will be more people."

As night falls, the stars shine in the sky.

A huge bonfire was burning among Su Jinxia and the others, and a lamb bought from a herdsman was roasting on the bonfire.

The lamb is not yet ripe.

Looking at the scenery at this moment, Huo Lingyun suddenly spoke to Su Jinxia.

When Su Jinxia heard what he said, she smiled lightly, but asked, "Have you ever been here?"

I don't know why, but Huo Lingyun always gives people the feeling of a prophet, knowing everything and calculating everything.

For example, he waited for them outside the city gate, for example, he said that there will be sandstorms in the desert, for example, he said that there are few people here.

There are so few people here, he probably hasn't been here before.

Since I haven't been here before, how do I know that if I walk for another day, there will be more people.

"No, it's just recorded in the book."

Listening to Su Jinxia's question, Huo Lingyun acted indifferently, looked at Su Jinxia and answered without blushing.

Hearing what he said, Su Jinxia didn't ask any more questions.

When he wants to speak, he will speak naturally.

The technique of roasting lamb comes from Huo Lingyun, not to mention, this technique is really great.

A small lamb, with only two seasonings, salt and pepper, made him roast very deliciously.

Even Su Jinxia, ​​a foodie with high requirements for food, praised his craftsmanship again and again.

(End of this chapter)