Late autumn, Kunlun Snow Mountain. On the edge of the river formed by the melting snow, the grass is withered and yellow, and it seems that this snow-capped mountain, which has an average elevation of more than 4,000 meters above sea level on the top of the mountain all year round, feels the suffocation brought by the cold winter earlier than anywhere else.

Hunting the mountain wind, a wisp of green silk is scattered and flying in the wind. There was a young woman wearing mountaineering equipment standing on the narrow and curved zigzag jade road, and there was a cliff just a stone's throw away, but the young mountaineer woman did not have the slightest consciousness that she would fall into the abyss and break her bones.

Although the wide sunglasses cover most of the face, and a thick mountaineering equipment is also tightly wrapped, it can still be faintly judged from the white and tender skin exposed from the melon seed face and neck, which can be regarded as a symbol of beauty. It's just that it's extremely puzzling why such a young woman who would make this man in the mountains fall to the ground without applying powder, would appear in the inaccessible Kunlun Jade Road at this time.

Even if the treasure of jade "Hetian jade" has been a household name since ancient times, few people know about the flowing water village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, where every household makes a living from jade mining. This can almost be regarded as a small place where travelers rarely visit, even if you have the opportunity to see a few off-road vehicles that barely hold up here despite thousands of meters of altitude sickness, it is not for the mountains and rivers to sprint to the peak.

As evening approached, the jade pickers went home one after another with the jade blanks they had bought in exchange for their lives, and almost unsurprisingly, the eyes of every jade picker who passed by the young woman had a peculiar sparkle peculiar to a male animal. If it weren't for the fact that the young woman's body looked bullish and coaxed, and her expression could only be seen from a distance, thousands of miles away, these animals who had been on the mountain for half their lives and only knew how to pick jade during the day and arch women at night might have directly carried her down the mountain and stuffed her into the quilt.

"Born out of thin air, Kunlun is born, and the spring of the world is read. Three million jade dragons flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold. Summer dissolves, rivers overflow, people or fish and turtles. Thousands of meritorious crimes, who have commented with them. A rough and loud chant came from the jade road on the mountain, and the sound of the donkey's hooves hitting the ground was getting closer and closer.

A few male animals who stopped to look at the mountaineering women wondered whether to carry them home directly or knock them out, and suddenly pulled their legs away like a crane in the wind, as if in their eyes, the temptation brought by this young woman in front of them, who was obviously a hundred times more delicate than the women in the mountains, and could smell the body fragrance from afar, could not withstand the fear brought to them by the donkey owner who came from the song.

Obviously, the wild men in the mountains did not suffer at the hands of that man. "Let's go! That boy is here again, Lao Tzu has taken a lot of effort to dig up a piece of high-quality billet, and he will be unlucky to meet him, hurry up!" A sturdy Uyghur man who was shirtless and not afraid of the cold in the low temperature of late autumn accelerated his pace while cursing in a low Uyghur language.

Several of the sturdy men beside him, who were also shirtless, were also obviously intimidated by the voice, and almost unhurriedly kept up with the pace of the person in front of him, and in a moment the figure disappeared on the rugged mountain road with nine turns and eighteen turns.

The rough singing is getting closer and closer, but the tune is the western tune Qin dialect that only the cattle of the jade arch and jade people in this small village under the Kunlun Mountain may not be able to understand in their lifetime, first it is a plate type, and then it is all falsetto color cavities with an octave of pitch from beginning to end, sometimes thin and sometimes rough cavity echoes in the Kunlun Mountains in late autumn, accompanied by a few eagle whistling sounds in the sky, the entire Kunlun Mountain Scenery looks particularly desolate and brute in a withered yellow plant.

The woman who had just climbed the mountain seemed to have been concentrating on a certain place under the abyss, until the sound of the donkey's hooves sounded in her ears, and the Qin dialect of the falsetto octave actually made her turn her head to look at the person for the first time.

Foyun: It took 500 times to look back in the past life in exchange for a passing pass in this life. For this glimpse, I don't know how many lifetimes of good karma I will cultivate?

A typical Han man in the south rides on the back of a scrawny donkey, and because of long-term exposure to ultraviolet rays at the altitude of the plateau, the skin on his face is somewhat black and red, which is unique to Tibetans.

Diao Min!

This was the young woman's first impression of him. A typical grunt of the eyes is a bad idea, although it is not a sharp-beaked monkey gills, but it is also born with a simple and calculating face that is absolutely not related to the simplicity of the mountain people, and the most fatal thing is that the corners of such a man's mouth actually hang a touch of cynical arc.

This made the young mountaineer woman who was lying on the edge of the jade road cliff and showing her beautiful figure but didn't know it sneered in her heart. In her circle, there is no shortage of rich fifth and sixth generations who just treat money as a number game, drive a million sports cars and live in tens of millions of mansions, but shout that life is boring and cynical every day, and there are also the third and fourth generations of Beijing red who dare to take off their pants and in the Zhongnanhai No. 1 conference hall at the age of three, and see that no one buys it and goes all day long. From the point of view of her, a spiritualist who easily obtained a master's degree from Peking University, whether they are cattle or pretend, they are just a kind of spiritual emptiness and lack after satisfying material desires, so she does not despise these people, but feels sad for them.

But the man in front of him, who looked to be in his early twenties, was not an ordinary scheming.

Suddenly, the man who was always the same in his eyes inadvertently looked up at the sky full of afterglow, sighed lightly, and looked at the young woman again, and couldn't help but taste a vague Zen that could not be explained.

After a long time, she woke up from the sadness caused by those eyes, and then she realized that in the eyes that were also staring at her, there was a kind of compassion like a great bodhisattva.

When she came back to her senses, the young woman couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart, and when she turned to look down the cliff again, she was still the same young mountaineer who had no waves in her heart. "Eldest sister, what are you looking at?" The man who lives on the Kunlun Snow Mountain and rides a donkey like a golden steel bodhisattva actually speaks fluent Northeast accent.

The young woman didn't even bother to turn her head this time, let alone talk back. Although she graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Peking University, it does not mean that she is not a pragmatic person, and naturally she will not believe that this kind of deep mountains and old forests that are either snowy or withered and yellow will really be like in martial arts novels, and a few living treasures that have been cultivated for a hundred years will emerge.

Seeing that the young woman did not answer, the man on the donkey jumped down from the donkey's back, rubbed his hands together, and lay down next to the young woman with a curious expression, and looked at the cliff face in the shape of an inverted ladder like a young woman.

The sky was slightly dark, the mountain wind was howling, the goshawk was soaring, the snow wolf was howling, and a man and a woman were lying strangely on the edge of the cliff, facing the colder and colder wind, looking at the things on the mountain wall.

Then the jade pickers who came down from the mountain saw the donkey and the man lying on the edge of the cliff, and they ran away in fear, and no one paid attention to what the man and woman were doing lying on the edge of the cliff in a strange posture as if they were not going to die.

The more the young woman looks at it, the stranger it becomes, but the more the young man looks at it, the more stern the expression on his face. The young woman finally couldn't hold back, and secretly looked at the man who was crawling beside her with a stream of Buddhist sandalwood, and the strange thing was that when the serious and strict expression replaced the cynicism and scheming, the man's face line actually looked more and more like that.

In the end, the man who had been lying on his stomach for a long time jumped up and rushed back to the donkey's back, and the donkey, who seemed to have a good relationship with him, immediately spread its hooves and flew all the way to the dust.

The young woman couldn't help but sneer a little in her heart.

It's just that she is also a little curious about what this man saw and why he was in such a hurry when he left.

It's just that there are too many passers-by in life, and you can grab one or two within reach, and you are already lucky, how can you have so much time and energy to think about where another person's life came from and why it goes.

Just when the young woman had forgotten about the mountain man riding a donkey, took out the military satellite phone and was about to pull out a number, the familiar sound of the donkey's hooves rang in her ears again.

At this time, a bright moon hung high, as bright and round as a silver platter.

The young woman wondered why the man on the donkey had turned back an hour later, and quietly and skillfully stuffed the military satellite phone into the rucksack that only a special unit would equip with, and when she looked up to talk to the man, she saw four very different people dragging a long shadow in the silver moonlight.

The head is still the man riding a donkey, less than 1.8 meters tall, with a flat head, homespun clothes, dirty cloth shoes, a cynical face is still like his folding, and the slightly raised arc of the corners of his mouth makes the young woman wonder: Isn't it just a Diao Min in the mountains, what to use to be cynical?

The man beside him was in stark contrast to him, like the street stalls of the Riba people shouting in the symphony hall in the spring and snow, and the young woman felt that the two stood together in a particularly incompatible way. Because this is a man with a peach blossom face and black and green hair.

A man can be good-looking or handsome, but if he looks better than a woman, it will really be damned. A man with long green silk hair and a face more delicate than a woman raised his left hand lightly, and a jade bodhisattva with a fine material flipped his eyes between his fingers. It's just that his cold and compelling gaze gives people an illusion of daunting.

Behind him was a tall, scary-strong man, nearly two meters tall, and the young woman had no doubt that such a figure would be no less impressive even in the special unit commanded by her brother. It's just such a mighty golden steel-like existence, but he always smiles at the people in the mountains in front of him, and looks like the only one who is looking forward. The big man was holding a donkey in one hand and a spiritual child in a crimson lama robe with a hand-cranked prayer bucket in the other, and a pair of large bright eyes never moved away the moment he saw the young mountaineering woman, but the whispered chanting of the spiritual child surprised her.

Although she was born in a red family, but rebelliously rejected the military and political path that most of her peers in the family would take, when she was studying philosophy at Peking University, she once followed her mentor to the Potala Palace in Tibet for nearly three months, and after chatting with the old lama about Buddhist tantra for three months, she knew the essence.

The little boy in the lama's robe had words in his mouth that were the vastness of the Buddhist scriptures, but they were still incomplete.

Curious, she looked at the little spirit boy twice, and found that the young boy actually had the same smile on his face as the people in the mountains.

But when the young woman saw clearly what was tied to the donkey, she immediately sneered and left alone.

Hearing this, the little boy with his hand engraved with a bucket of tantric mantras sent the woman away, winking at the people in the mountains, and muttering something in a low voice. The big man just scratched his head, still looking at the man in front of him with a smile. The man, who looked better than a woman, just stopped the ambiguous jade rolling between his fingers, put the warm ancient jade of Na Mei I don't know which age it was in his palm, and gently rubbed it with an expressionless face.

Only the man who had just ridden the donkey turned a deaf ear, his eyes fixed on the dark valley.

"Horn Bow and Ten Forces are looking at the rope and donkey above, I and Huiyou will go down and take a look!"

The big man nodded humbly and said, "Brother, how much is that jade worth?"

"At least I can marry you a ten-room daughter-in-law!" Diao Min, who was known as the elder brother, was afraid that the big man would not understand, so he exaggeratedly stretched out his two hands and turned them back and forth twice, "I guess if you are lucky, you can marry ten rooms for each of you!"

"Brother Yun Dao, I am a monk, and I don't marry a daughter-in-law!" the little boy with aura called Shili pouted and pouted.

"Shili Gyatso, you don't talk nonsense, take off this lama robe, you can also marry a daughter-in-law who is more watery than the girl just now, otherwise why did your mother give birth to you?"

The little boy nodded aggrievedly when he heard this, stretched out his little white and pink hand to straighten the little lama hat on his head, and then really made an expression that I am not a monk when he took off this lama robe.

The beautiful man, known as "Hui Xuan", was expressionless and silent from beginning to end, and it was only when the mountain man named Yundao mentioned his name that he went straight to the donkey, took the thick hemp rope from the donkey, and tied it around his waist.

At that moment, the night wind howled and the wolf's voice rose and fell.

The four men crouched in Kunlun, just like birds fighting in the sky, like snow wolves howling arrogantly, like bears thick and heavy, and like spirit foxes with wisdom and understanding.