The remnants of the descendants of the Yubu traveled all the way along the Nu River, entered the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, crossed Nyingchi, crossed the southern mountains, crossed the snow-capped mountains, crossed the Brahmaputra River, and finally entered Nepal through the southern foot of the Himalayas, which was the Valley Mara Dynasty at that time. They came to a remote mountain village, where they stopped, and since then they have multiplied and continued to live.

The Yubu who settled down has never forgotten the mission of history, and the last words of the rain dragon were engraved on the stone tablet of the family temple, and also engraved in the hearts of the living Yubu people.

Every once in a while, Yu Huan will send men of different ages to various places to find the whereabouts of the Wind Ministry, he believes that as long as the Wind Ministry is still in this world, even if it is the end of the world, even if it is just a shadow, he will definitely find them.

In this way, for nearly a thousand years, the rain department sent countless spies, but never found any traces of the wind people, and the information obtained was that the wind department had been trampled into pieces by the iron hooves of the Mongolian tribe, and this result did make all the rain people feel strange.

At this time, Lin Feng seemed to be immersed in the memory of history, looking at the wind motionlessly.

Fengsheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, put it down, and continued to tell.

It wasn't until ten years ago that Fengsheng studied at a university in Europe and learned from a secret source that he came from Bavaria, Germany, and was one of the few remaining descendants of the Wind Ministry.

When he said this, Lin Feng glanced at the wind, and his expression was puzzled. This detail was seen by the wind, and he didn't explain, just smiled and continued.

Fengsheng found a suitable opportunity to become the steward of the Wind Language, and just when he was about to attack the Wind Language, he accidentally got a message from the words and actions of the Wind Language, that is: The "Laika Valley" at the junction of Huaguo and Nepal is very likely to be the last place where the descendants of the Wind Department settled after the destruction of the Dali Kingdom, and they are still thriving there to this day.

Even if you dig three feet into the ground, find them! Get rid of them!

So, that's why he --- the wind and is sitting in a small hotel on the eastern slope of the Himalayas today.

"Wow, wonderful!" Lin Feng sighed, "It was an eye-opener, and it also made me understand the reason why the Lin family has been staying in Lasa." He picked up his glass and drank two glasses in a row, as if he was about to be shocked, as if he had let go of the burden in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the five flavors of the dish, the three rounds of wine, the polite procedures that should be taken are also over, the nostalgia that should be said has also been said, the two of them are getting stronger, after Lin Feng checks out, under the eyes of the boss, they sway, hook their shoulders, forget the age gap, walk out of the hotel, and walk to the place of accommodation.

Packed up, the two jumped into the SUV again—the car that had just been overhauled.

At this time, on the cold plateau, the wind gradually rose, and the hula blew the colorful prayer flags, sending the blessings of the Tibetans to the sky with the wind. In the distance, the Himala, with its white snow, resembles a lotus flower blooming in the ice.

The engine of the car started, and it sped away along the gravel-strewn road in the direction of Zhangmu.

Lin Feng held a cigarette in his mouth, hummed a small song, leaned on the steering wheel with both hands, and pressed the accelerator hard, the car was like a hound flying up and running towards a hare, running wildly all the way, and a puff of sand and dust was raised behind the car, which gradually drifted into the wind.

After passing the base camp, the car continued onto a gravel road covered with weeds on both sides, and the yellow and green weeds spread like a carpet on the hillside and extended into the ravines on both sides.

Under the effect of "Confucian House Wine", the wind was drowsy, and the upper eyelids pressed on the lower eyelids, as if a thousand catties of heavy burden were tied. Lin Feng seemed a little excited, on this deserted mountain road, there was silence all around, no pedestrians, no traffic lights, except for the occasional wild animals that ran by, it was the goshawk in the sky, he held the steering wheel, kept stepping on the accelerator, the car kept roaring, and the speed of the car continued to increase.

It's a downhill road lined with low shrubs, weeds and round rocks that leads straight ahead to the depths of the valley.

Just when Lin Feng stepped on the accelerator to the lowest, a sharp 100-degree turn suddenly appeared in front of him, and he needed to reduce his speed and bypass a hill across the road in order to pass smoothly.

"It's over!" Lin Feng hissed.

The car rushed straight towards the bluestone hill like a wild horse on the loose.

In a panic, Lin Feng hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and he found that the brakes had failed, and he must have not considered replacing the brake pads during the overhaul.

The car lost control, and just after Lin Feng shouted "It's over" hoarsely, it rushed off the road and flew off the cliff.