Mu Xiu handed me a red pill and immediately felt much better after taking it, and An Xiangfei turned back to me and smiled: "I forgot to tell you that I have an oxygen generation system installed in the car, and I forgot to turn it on just now." After that, he turned on a button, and after a while, the whole car became comfortable, and I stuck out my tongue at An Xiangfei with disdain, I really didn't expect this guy to modify this car so well, it was beyond my imagination, you must know that installing an oxygen generation system is estimated to be more expensive than buying the whole car. Although I don't know much about cars, I still know the most basic common sense.

The car goes to Wangkun, Yuzhu Peak area, here presents the landform, the big weather, is the leader of the mountain, which makes people look up. There is a base for Chinese mountaineers here, and many people come here to exercise their physique and hone their spirits. There are also some people who have read martial arts novels and are intoxicated by the wonderful description of flying swords in the snow in Kunlun, and have come all the way here to "cultivate" in the cold. The mountain stretches here, for the top of the peak, the sun and the moon on the top, the most spectacular, as if a picture scroll slowly exhibited its most wonderful part. Seeing that the main peak of Kunlun is majestic, extraordinary, ice and jade, overlooking the mountains. Countless peaks at the foot are like thousands of horses galloping to hug it, the waves are magnificent, and the pillars are optimus. The summit is draped with a thick crystal glacier, which does not melt all year round, like a warrior wearing thick armor, and a large cloud of cold mist surrounds the peak slowly surging around, and the snow crystal is like rain, shimmering and dazzling.

This scene is really nostalgic, in the face of this sacred mountain artistic conception I have a kind of leap in my heart, to explore the yuwang of the heavenly palace.

At this time, An Xiangfei said with a smile: "Some people said that in the 80s of the last century, some cultural figures came to visit Kunlun, including Chen Huangmei, Feng Mu and other famous writers. Coming to the foot of this mountain, a white-haired old artist suddenly fell on the rock, everyone panicked, thinking that he was in danger due to altitude sickness, and when he was about to be rescued by the doctor, the old artist choked up: Kunlun, mother!

The moment I saw Kunlun Mountain, I couldn't help but sigh: your boulder is like the bones of the nation; Your snow water is like milk, trickling endlessly, nourishing the three rivers and five lakes...... The majestic Kunlun Mountain is not only a primitive and natural majesty, but also a charm of humanistic spirit.

Kunlun is full of snow, just now it was a deep blue sky, seeing that the snowflakes were falling, the cold and strong mountain wind hit, stirring the snow powder, instantly smeared into a white world, and the bigger and bigger, the waterfall swept in general, the heaven and the earth were chaotic, as if to give us Daigo empowerment, carrying out a thorough baptism!

Listening to An Xiangfei tell stories and anecdotes related to Kunlun Mountain, I listened with relish, the car was suddenly very quiet, as if An Xiangfei's voice became ethereal, and it seemed that only the sound of our heartbeat could be heard in the car, because in addition to An Xiangfei and Mu Xiu, my eyes were completely immersed in this magical artistic conception at this time.

Soon night fell, An Xiangfei did not choose the nearest way back, but mysteriously said to take us to see more amazing scenery, the car was filled with fuel halfway, and I got off the car in the service area to repair, and really felt the breath of Kunlun Mountain, although the pain of lack of oxygen in less than a moment made me have to give up the opportunity to get in close contact with the outside air.

The car began to move again, the night slowly fell, I looked out the window at the night, gradually my vision became blurred, until I couldn't see the outside scenery at all, I withdrew my eyes, ate, rubbed my tired eyes a few times, ready to squint slightly.

"Cover this." An Xiangfei handed over a blanket.

"Thank you!" With that, I fell asleep, and the moment I lay down, I watched the face of Makushu in the driver's seat slowly blur.

Maybe it's because the drive is hard, this night I slept directly until more than five o'clock in the morning, glanced at the watch, An Xiangfei snoring from the co-pilot's position, glanced at the curtain repair, he saw that I woke up, slightly tired and said: "Wake up, you have been sleeping for a long time." ”

"Oh. Don't stop and rest for a while when you're tired. I looked at Makushu's tired expression and couldn't help but think that he was resting.

"It's fine." These two words popped out of Mu Xiu's mouth faintly, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or what. He's always cherished words like gold, and I'm used to it.

Looking out the window, I don't know where we are now, and I don't know how long it will take for the night to end. I just heard the sound of cars speeding away from time to time.

But it didn't take long for the sky outside the window to start turning a little bit of light blue, and a few stars were scattered in different corners, which surprised me. How could the night be so dark just now, maybe this is the darkness before dawn in the true sense.

After a while, the sky was getting brighter, and An Xiangfei woke up from his sleep and replaced the curtain repair. At the moment of parking and substitution, I got out of the car and solved the next personal problem. The sky was already under a hazy wrap. The unique coolness of the morning makes you feel cool. But then it was replaced by this fresh feeling.

Looking around, I found that it was already wrapped in green, not as rough and magical as Kunlun Mountain, and a little more beautiful and gentle. And the painful altitude sickness seems to be no longer suitable for such an environment.

After getting into the car, the car started quickly, and I couldn't help but ask An Xiangfei where he was. An Xiangfei smiled and said that we have entered the Qilian Mountains.

Listening to An Xiangfei say this, I was in a circle for a while, and we had already reached the Qilian Mountains after we had slept in the Kunlun Mountains before.

"Qilian" is the Xiongnu language, the Xiongnu call the sky as "Qilian", Qilian Mountain is the meaning of "Tianshan". Because it is located in the south of the Hexi Corridor, it was also called Nanshan in history, as well as names such as Snow Mountain and White Mountain.

The Qilian Mountains, in a broad sense, are the general name of the border mountains in the western part of Gansu Province and the northeastern part of Qinghai Province. In Qinghai, it is located at the northern edge of the Qaidam Basin, the Chaka-Shazhuyu Basin, the north of the main stream of the Yellow River, north to the provincial border, from Dangjin Pass in the west to the Qinghai provincial boundary in the east. The Qilian Mountains in a narrow sense refer to the northernmost mountain range of the Qilian Mountains. At this time, we should be at the junction of Gansu and Qinghai. Because we drove all the way in a northeasterly direction.

Gradually, the outside of the window became brighter, and the scenery in front of me became clearer. An Xiangfei turned on the car music, and a trace of melodious ancient songs and the beautiful scenery outside the window set off just right.

At this time, Mu Xiu was sleeping soundly, and I was afraid that he would miss this beautiful scenery but I was afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams. And An Xiangfei danced excitedly with the music at this time.

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