After putting away the magic talisman, Dunzi and I went to the hospital. Although the pain in my chest was not that bad, I still went to the hospital for a CT scan to be on the safe side. Fortunately, there was no near miss, just some soft tissue contusions. The doctor recommended that I

I stayed in the hospital for observation, but I couldn't get used to the smell in the hospital, so I prescribed some medicine and went home to recuperate.

Dunzi hasn't seen anyone for several days since he came back. Someone must be fooling around there and having fun. Shang Yang comes to me every now and then to bring me food, and together they discuss and study the magic talismans in my hands. Soon, more than half a month has passed.

There is no clue at all. It seems that finding the fire talisman is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Qiangzi! Brother, I won some money playing mahjong today. I'll treat you to mutton dip for lunch." Before he saw anyone, he heard Dunzi's shout outside the door.

"You little bastard, can you still think of your brother now? Do I think you were kidnapped and trafficked by that woman?" He said that he would take care of the food delivery in the future. This was the third time I came back from the hospital.

I will starve to death if I see him again.

"Look at what you said about football! Brother, when I win money, don't I think of you first? Let's go! Let's go! Let's go and feed our stomachs first. Where is Shang Yang? Call him up too." Dunzi said in a glib tone.

Shang Yang said in the morning that he was going out to pick up someone, so Dunzi and I went to the "Fu Lai Ju" steamed bun shop we often go to. The boss was an old acquaintance of us. When he saw us entering the shop, he greeted us.

We entered a small room at the back of the hotel. This small room is still a block away from the front lobby. We usually come here to discuss some "work" matters. After Dunzi called Shang Yang, he said that he would not be here for a while.

, Dunzi and I ordered two large bowls of mutton dip, which was delicious.

I have loved eating this mutton soaked bun since I was a child. It is a symbolic snack in Xi’an. Let’s talk about making it first. Making the steamed buns requires clear soup and tender meat. Cooking the soup is the most important. The bone soup and broth are cooked separately, and the meat is marinated first.

More than ten hours, and then cook for more than ten hours. When cooking the steamed bun soup, use a large pot with a diameter of nearly one meter. Use a fifty-pound flour bag to add the seasoning. Fill a full bag and throw it into the pot to cook.

The fastidious sellers always close the shop after a pot of soup is sold out, so delicious steamed bun shops almost always open at ten in the morning and close around two in the afternoon.

Eating is also very particular. There are twelve ways to break the buns, including breaking, tearing, pinching, kneading, and rubbing. The size is as big as a bee head (in fact, overnight buns are better than fresh ones). After breaking them, you have to tell the waiter your taste requirements.

, heavy mouth - the taste is heavy, light mouth, dry mix - less soup, mouth soup - there is just a mouthful of soup left at the bottom of the steamed bun bowl, Shuiweicheng - more soup. When the steamed buns are served,

, pay attention to nibbling, avoid stirring vigorously, so that the taste is consistent from beginning to end. With sugar, garlic and hot sauce, real foodies will not eat these at first, which will affect the taste. Halfway through eating, when you feel a little tired, eat

A piece of candied garlic, pick a little chili sauce and mix it into the steamed bun (the amount should be eaten in one or two bites), then use the soup provided to clear your mouth, and then continue eating, so as not to affect the taste.

This shop is usually sold out after noon, so the taste is one of the best in the city. I was eating the big boss bowl with gusto when suddenly someone blindfolded me from behind, and a familiar feeling

The scent of perfume hits your nostrils.

"Hey! Whose girl is this, so open-minded? You just said it clearly that you've fallen in love with a friend, and what other alternative ways to strike up a conversation are you using?" How could I not know who it was with such a familiar scent of perfume, I joked.

"It's just you, give it to me, and I won't even take a second look." Wang Kaitai let go of the little hand that covered my eyes and said in a pretentious manner.

I looked back and was stunned for a while. This lovely Wang has not changed much in a few days. She really knows how to dress up. She has straight long hair tied into a ponytail, big sunglasses stuck on the top of her head, and big hoop earrings on one side.

One, wearing a blue sportswear, really looks like a Chinese lady.

"Hey! Let me tell you, Miss Wang, are you coming back from filming a movie or participating in World Model?" Dunzi teased Wang Keai.

"Damn Fatty, even if you can talk, it seems that the effect of our little dress up is pretty good." Wang Kaitai said with a smug look on his face.

In this way, we ate the fragrant mutton dip and chatted. In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. When I went back, I showed Wang Kaitai all the four talismans I already had, but he still couldn't understand. What is behind each talisman?

What was recorded, but I learned from Wang Keai’s mouth that in the research institute where she studied ancient Chinese characters, she discovered a short story related to fire while interpreting an unofficial history of Chinese ethnic minorities. As for whether it was

The fire talisman we need is also unknown.

This story tells about Turpan, located in the central and eastern part of the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. There was a natural disaster in Turpan in a certain dynasty. There was no rain for several years, no harvests in the fields, plague, and drought, making this place a hell on earth. I don’t know when the sky will

The appearance of a man-eating evil dragon made the suffering of the people here even worse. The local supreme ruler Shattok Bukhara Khan led his soldiers to fight the evil dragon many times, and returned defeated every time.

The lives of thousands of soldiers failed to harm the evil dragon at all. At the critical moment, a warrior named "Hara Hodro" stepped forward with a flaming sword and led eight hundred warriors to fight the evil dragon for ten days and ten nights.

Hala and Zhuo were the only ones left among the eight hundred warriors. Hala and Zhuo used all his strength at the last moment of his life to smash the flaming sword into the dragon's body, giving the dragon a fatal blow. The dying dragon headed west.

He fled, and the blood stained the entire mountain along the way. From then on, the entire mountain was red, and later generations called it Red Mountain. When the people cheered the good news that the evil dragon was driven away, they discovered that their great hero had

Lahodro had died, holding the half-broken flaming sword in his hand. In order to commemorate this hero, the supreme ruler Shattok Bukhara Khan made the remains of his accessories into a

A small plaque enshrined in the hero's temple.

Dunzi thinks it's nonsense. Such unofficial history is more nonsense than fairy tales. I basically agree with Shang Yang. Many such folk tales originate from real historical events. They are just added with word-of-mouth embellishments.

It has become these incredible unofficial legends.

I have been wondering whether the remains of the hero's sword later became the talisman of fire that we are painstakingly looking for today? The name of the Flame Sword sounds quite unique, but Wang Keai said that
Chapter completed!