Mo Feifei was stunned for a while, and half-jokingly said: "So, in another half an hour, we can soak in the hot spring and relieve fatigue." Bayi Middle School? Wenwang ? ＝≤≈．”

As soon as the words fell, Lao Han shook his head like a rattle: "I can't do it, I can't help it." This spring, in our place is the sacred spring where we are, and it is the place where the Queen Mother of the West bathes. If a person goes down, he will die, but sitting next to him can relieve his fatigue. ”

The Queen Mother of the West is a legendary god of Kunlun Mountain.

Don't look at Lao Han's age, he is not too old to that level of decay, but when he talks about this, he looks respectful and convinced.

"I'm just joking, I wouldn't do such a taboo thing." Mo Feifei saw that he was serious, and it was not easy to joke.

After Lao Han listened, a big stone fell to the ground; "That's good, that's good."

However, Mo Feifei was very curious about one thing: "People don't die if they go down, is this true if it's fake?" Has anyone tried it? ”

"Really, everyone in our town knows it. However, no one has tried. Lao Han said seriously.

Mo Feifei pondered carefully, Lao Han may not be alarmist. You know, natural hot springs have a lot of minerals in them. If the content of minerals is in the range of one degree, it is beneficial for the body. However, if the content is labeled, it is likely to cause physical failure and even death.

As far as Mo Fei knows, the sulfur in minerals is this kind of thing that people love and hate.

The group continued to walk towards the location of "Kunlun Spring".

The Kunlun Mountains are all three or four thousand meters above sea level, and almost all people have varying degrees of altitude sickness.

Lao Han is a person from this neighborhood, with the mildest symptoms, only a little red on his face. On the other hand, ink is extraordinary. His face was purple, his vision was blurred, and his breathing was as loud as a bellows pulled.

Even a person with Mo Feifei's physical fitness reacted so much, let alone An Qi and other sisters.

But then again, their will is very strong, and even so, they still grit their teeth and continue to persevere.

The majestic Kunlun hills and ravines are like silver-gray dragons rolling forward. And Mo Feifei and Furong archaeological team, a small team of more than a dozen people, are not as good as a small ant in this majestic mountain range.

Although altitude sickness was very uncomfortable, Mo Feifei remembered that he had read many classics before, all saying that this Kunlun Mountain is the master of the dragon veins in the world, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many secrets are buried in this undulating and majestic mountain.

After walking for about 40 minutes, the group finally came to the legendary "Kunlun Spring".

This Kunlun Spring is not as big as Mo Feifei imagined, at best it is only five hundred square meters, one or two meters deep. The water is yellow and turbid, and there are several springs in the middle of the water, which are constantly gurgling outward, and all around are snow-capped mountains, but this one is not a single piece of snow to be seen.

The water surface is foggy, and the smoke curls around, which really feels like a fairyland. It is no wonder that the villagers at the foot of Kunlun Mountain call it "Divine Spring", which is indeed very similar to the spring water bathed by the gods.

The smell of sulfur was in the air.

Mo Feifei sniffed and smelled it, the smell of sulfur was okay, not very strong. As long as it doesn't go down, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Lao Han has rich experience, and in a place about ten meters away from the Divine Spring, he chose a place with relatively flat terrain, and said to Mo Feifei: "Let's rest here tonight, it is relatively warm here, and you can absorb the spiritual energy of the Divine Spring, which is particularly effective for relieving fatigue." ”

Mo Feifei had no opinion, and asked Anqi and the others again: "The scenery here is good, let's rest here, right?" ”

In fact, they are already too tired to work. I heard that I could take a good rest, and my body suddenly retired. I don't care about what is dignified or not, I just find a suitable place, squat down, lie on the ground on all fours, I don't even have the strength to speak, where is I in the mood to enjoy the scenery.

Mo Feifei has received special training, and after resting for a while, he gradually adapts to this high-altitude hypoxic environment. He helped everyone take out food and drink, so as to replenish everyone's strength.

When trekking in the wilderness, eat and drink as simple as possible, and try to be the kind of high-calorie anti-hunger food. This, the Furong archaeological team has been prepared for a long time. The staple food is military compressed biscuits, which you can eat a small packet and drink some water, and you won't be hungry for half a day. The non-staple foods are canned beef and canned fish, and it is not difficult to see from the English name above that they are specially developed for mountaineering and off-road enthusiasts.

As for the water, each of them has it in the kettle. And when the kettle is empty, you just need to melt the snow around it and pour it back in, and it is easy to get water.

These military compressed biscuits, military canned beef and canned fish are much more delicious than when Mo Fei was a soldier. Mo Feifei and Lao Han were full of praise, and both of them ate a lot.

And the female members of the Furong archaeological team are all unable to keep up their spirits, and they are not even willing to move their hands, let alone eat.

Seeing that everyone was bored, Lao Han smiled and said, "Shall I sing to everyone?" ”

"Can't you, what if you cause an avalanche?" One of the female members of the Fleur team, gasping for breath, worried. "It's like, I don't want to be buried here before I reach my destination."

Lao Han scratched his head and wondered: "How can singing cause an avalanche?" ”

At this time, Mo Feifei took over the conversation: "You have watched too many movies and TV series, and there are many exaggerated elements there." You must know that many of these snow-capped mountains are adult snow that has accumulated for hundreds of years, thousands of years, or even thousands of years, and the bottom is as hard as steel. Unless you blow it up with dynamite, it's hard to shake. And the snow that disappears once a year because there is a big gap in the middle. The sound came over, and it was absorbed, where could it cause any big vibration. ”

"I didn't expect Mr. Mo to know so much." The middle-aged woman who led the group, named Nami, praised. Then she also nodded: "Well, as far as I know, singing is nothing." Sing it, and relieve everyone's fatigue. ”

"Well, sing it, Uncle Han." Mo Feifei smiled and took out the cigarette case, handed him a cigarette, and then took out another one himself.

Lao Han took it, as if he was encouraged, first cleared his throat, and then sang loudly: "Beautiful Qinghai my home, herds of cattle and sheep all over the world, the source of the three rivers is here, please be a guest of my home, the foot of the towering Kunlun Mountain is the most beautiful home in my heart, thousands of mountains and rivers..."

The singing is high-pitched, and it goes around the beam for three days, endlessly.

It is really surprising and surprising to hear such a sincere and simple voice in the mouth of a hunter.

But just when everyone was enjoying this beautiful song, a voice suddenly came from the mountain stream.

(End of chapter)