He didn't know what happened in Wangyue Pavilion, and was looking at a map and calculating the route.

Chi Mei was beside him, yawning a little boring.

This young man was extremely vague, so how could he be as interesting as those young and energetic disciples in the mountains? After a while, she no longer had the interest she had at the beginning.

The northern grassland is flat, with a flat land that is beyond the limit, and there are almost no landmarks to refer to, so the map is drawn based on the power areas of the grassland tribes.

It took him only a moment to print the map in his mind, but there was one thing that made Feng Xiaohan very distressed.

"There is no mark on this...Akatsuki."

Feng Xiaohan knocked on the drawings and said, "Are this picture incomplete?"

"Akamezumi, where is that place?"

Chi Mei felt that the name sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember it and said, "This drawing was painted by the grassland people himself. Are you sure it's called this name?"

Feng Xiaohan nodded, he would not remember this name wrong.

"This is strange. Why don't you live here first and I'll send someone to inquire?"

"I have to do this, please do as soon as possible."

"clear."

After Chi Mei left, Feng Xiaohan stood by the window, looking at the crowded crowds and soldiers who were occasionally patrolling by the passers-by.

It had just fallen a little snow, and a layer of white was left on the roofs far and near, and from a distance it looked like a white sea of ​​clouds.

If Cui Weiming stood here, he would feel a lot of emotion, because under the sea of ​​clouds is a street full of people and the world is also the world.

This place is northerly, and the winter wind is very cold.

But the streets are still lively, and the sound of firecrackers and firecrackers are coming from time to time.

"What day is today?"

Feng Xiaohan rubbed his stomach and smelled the aroma of food from the vendor stall outside the window, and was a little hungry again.

A servant walked into the door and bowed and said, "Mr. I will say that today is the celebration of the Grassland Tribe."

"Qingtian?"

"Yes, they believe that the livestock and prey are given by God. Every year, every family in each tribe will take out a lot of food to sacrifice and give back to the heavens."

The servant said, "The food after the sacrifice to heaven is shared by everyone. Half of the city is grassland people, so it is also an important day here."
Chapter completed!