The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is affectionate.

Well, it's not so charming, at night, the conversation between the old man's house, Xu Guangling and this pharmacist is still back and forth, and there is a feeling that Lu Bu has met Li Yuanba and wants to fight for three hundred rounds.

Of course, Xu Guangling carefully controlled the output, focusing on guiding the opponent's combat power output.

However, occasionally he also casts one or two loose hands and tricks to defeat the opponent for thousands of miles, of course, the rout at this time will definitely not lead to frustration, on the contrary, the opponent will soon accumulate energy with higher enthusiasm and fight again.

After a lot of drinking, the war is still drunk.

After two drinks, the battle is even more intense.

Three times over drinking......

After all, the old pharmacist is just an ordinary person, because of the relationship between health and Taoism, he may be able to stay up for seventy-two hours if necessary, but his body can't withstand the erosion of alcohol and lies down.

A lively metropolis is a kind of ecology.

A calm small city is a kind of ecology.

A remote local town, a kind of ecology.

And this kind of scattered people who are far away from the city, far away from the settlements, only in the mountains and wilderness, and are at an average altitude of about 4,000 meters above sea level, is another kind of ecology.

Although the ordinary people here, scattered and scattered, are generally not in good health, although they are far away from all kinds of pollution in the city, and the food and drink are not all kinds of hormone foods but relatively simple, but at this altitude and cold, it is always a big problem.

milder, arthritis.

Heavier, stiff legs.

Heavier, the whole body is weak.

This is like a desert snow field, most of the grass and trees have to be carefully dormant under the ice and snow and cold, but among them, there are two or one or two people, like snow lotus, like ice edge flowers.

The harsh environment is a torment for others, but it is a tempering for them.

Then, in the ice and snow, under the scorching sun, a single branch shines and a flower blooms.

What kind of geography is this place in?

High altitude, foggy, snowy, windy, cold, short summers and long winters, spring and autumn seem to be non-existent, people's effective activity time is less, and cold, most of the time, it seems that even thinking will freeze, or lag.

So it's not a ghetto.

Therefore, the mountain people who originally lived here, if they have the conditions, most of them will migrate outward, and even if they don't have the conditions, they will try to lean outward as much as possible.

In addition, the young people here are basically all gone, begging for a living outside, and once they can survive outside, it is estimated that they will not come back, including their children and grandchildren.

But if it is a knowledgeable, thinking, and health-preserving doctor and pharmacist......

To use that very common saying, this vast world has a lot to offer.

Just like a fish swimming in the fertile sea.

This is a sleeping treasure area, including those uninhabited areas in the northern land that Xu Guangling walked before.

Here, what is there to do?

With this kind of thinking, Xu Guangling's footsteps continued to move forward after a short pause.

"The ancients' views on heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts are often obtained, and they are everywhere with the depth of their thinking. If the husband is near, there will be many tourists, and if the danger is far away, there will be few people. And the wonder of the world, the strange, the extraordinary view, often lies in the danger, and the people are rare. ”

For a great grandmaster, a small earth is probably not much different from a globe on the table, and there is no such thing as "dangerous" or something.

Although until now, Xu Guangling's free travel has not even stepped out of the boundaries of the country.

It stands to reason that he should have studied astronomy...... Xu Guangling does have such curiosity, but the fact is that from this time he went out of the mountain, he will once again, and really, measure the country with his footsteps on a large scale.

From the beginning of leaving the Nameless Mountain, Xu Guangling's footsteps went all the way to the south.

Halfway through, following a branch of the remaining veins of the Hengduan Mountains, he went from west to east.

It is also in the process of walking that Xu Guangling knows that tourist routes have been opened up here, including Shangri-La, Kangding, Daocheng and other places, and then all the way to the breeding and research site of giant pandas.

It's also a place where you can eat a lot of food.

However, Xu Guangling did not have much interest in food for the time being, so his footprints did not go to the city, but only wandered between the mountains.

When he came to a nameless wilderness between Litang and Kangding, it snowed heavily.

It's really heavy snow.

This is the beginning of winter, outside the mountains, those lively cities, probably still stay in the autumn freehand, and here, the heavy snow has begun to cover the sky, according to the snow falling, tomorrow morning the snow is knee-high is conceivable.

It was dusk, and the twilight was blocked.

"Where is the sunset township? The Yanbo River makes people worried. ”

"Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night. ”

Sunset, wind and snow, these two intersect, it is easy for people to escape from the physical and psychological back to a warm and safe place, and when you are in it, the most beautiful longing is probably nothing more than raising the stove and eating hot pot......

For Xu Guangling.

There is no impact.

With this level of weather change, it is unlikely that it will have any effect on his body.

And whether the sun hangs in the sky, or the moon hangs in the sky, or whether the sun and moon are not so dark that the snow is in the sky, and so on, it is the same.

So he continued his stroll leisurely.

The snow was heavy and the fields were clear, but none of them were wet, even their feet.

Xu Guangling seems to be just a phantom, walking in this real world, or maybe he is the only entity, and this heavy snow is virtual.

Then in the middle of an open mountain, he saw a huge pile of rocks.

Mani heap.

In the Northland before, Xu Guangling had seen such things, and there were not a few.

There are in the city, and there are also in the countryside.

Some Tibetans will walk around such stone piles, prostrate, or chant sutras, etc., and even some old women from the countryside, alone, chanting by such stone piles.

Idle thoughts.

Think of it as an object to confide in.

But the one Xu Guangling saw now was much bigger, at least as big as the ones he had seen before, seven or eight times bigger, which was very spectacular, and had a visual impact.

Moreover, it stands like a small mountain peak, standing on the boundless mountains.

It's not quite appropriate to say that it is standing.

Because it's more than half of it.

At this moment, the gradually heavy night and the long falling snow have rendered its vicissitudes again.

When he came to the front, Xu Guangling stopped, and at a distance of more than ten meters, he was opposite to this ancient stone pile.

"Xiaotian, show me the underground here. ”

The next moment, Xu Guangling saw the underground scene of this mountain field.

A large number of clay pots, pottery, wooden bowls, stone pots, tables, chairs, and some iron utensils are scattered in the form of broken or rusted on the ground for dozens of kilometers around this mani pile.

There are also those obviously reinforced soils, and many other varieties that indicate that this was once a settlement.

And, at least, on the scale of a "bustling town".

At some point, the town ceased to exist, and strangely enough, the Mani pile was left behind. - It stands to reason that it should have been taken away by people who had migrated elsewhere.

Standing here, Xu Guangling's ears seemed to be ringing with the chanting of the old days.

When he came back to his senses in an inexplicable contemplation, he realized that it was not as if, but really heard the sound of chanting.

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