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These three men who are as cold as poisonous snakes are all ruthless people who kill people without blinking, and the most ruthless thing is that these three men can poison themselves, and they will be broken when they are broken, and their will is like a dragon.

But the specific three men are different, Feng Wuwu has no fear of death, and his confidence comes from his unreserved trust in the tenth-level demigod human demon, and the human demon has never let Feng Wuwu down. Bai Qi is fearless of death, that is Bai Qi has the ability to be reborn with blood, and he can come back to life even if he dies, and he will fight to the death.

Yunluo believes that he will not die, so that he can move forward, and his will is like a sword, cutting everything.

As long as they don't die, the clouds fall, the wind is worry-free, and the white rises, these three men who are as cold as poisonous snakes can decisively give up their limbs, cut off their hands and feet, and they are all trivial, such three men have a mysterious charm.

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When we arrived at the Eight Houses, it was already dark.

The original meaning of Hachijuku was a village at the foot of Warrior Mountain. Today, it's a small town. It is surrounded by barren mountains and is close to the river. I don't know which mountain is the Warrior Mountain, the three of them came all the way from Ranwu, and their eyes were full of desolate mountains. Rolling and undulating, but not like mountains, it is more appropriate to say that they are the embodiment or fossil of a mountain.

On the gray-green texture, there is no grass, no trees, and some of them also show leaf-like veins, as if they have been precipitated from ancient times, full of magical colors. It is also very reasonable if there is an ancient castle or a monster-like monster in this place, and one or two warriors who subdue demons and subdue monsters are produced.

The irrationality lies in the folds at the foot of the mountain. Green crops, fruit trees emerging from the most unexpected places, oases, fatigue made the three drowsy. The oasis stimulates three more people, as if they are seeing a desert spring. I have to admire the ability of human beings to reproduce, and they are forced to decorate pieces of splendid scenery in places suitable for Warcraft infests.

Although the three of them could not see where the water source was, the water must have flowed beneath this splendid landscape, moistening this small piece of soil. It's not just human effort, but also the creation of Zhong Shenxiu.

The Eight Nights are a collection of wasteland oases, regardless of its surroundings. will suspect that you are in an ordinary small county town in the mainland. Staying in the post and telecommunications hotel, I found that the environment was refreshing, the bedding was clean, and the hot water supply was sufficient. It's rare to be able to live so comfortably in this seemingly reckless place.

There is free Internet service downstairs, walk a few steps, there is a neat Sichuan restaurant next to it, the wall is decorated with a Sichuan-Tibet line map, and the food is delicious. Probably too tasty. So much so that now I can't even remember where I ate at noon that day? I have always regretted not being able to live on the shore of Ranwu Lake, and it seems that the eight houses are not bad.

In one day, the three of them walked through Nyingchi, walked through the rice pile, and walked through the Ranwu Lake. When you arrive at Hachijuku, you feel as if you have returned to the world of fireworks from a beautiful paradise. A group of people gathered in two groups after dinner to discuss tomorrow's itinerary.

Rested for the night and got up early in the morning. Walking to Hachijuku Street, it looks like a small market. Tibetans gathered, pushing carts or placing baskets. There are vegetables, apples, pears and so on. I guess they came down from those oases and came early to sell some of their home-grown fruits and vegetables.

Yunluo was also curious to buy some to taste. The pear flesh is too rough and can only replenish water, and the green apple is sweet and sour, which is quite delicious. The fact that these fruits grow out of the wilderness is a miracle in itself. Walk along the side streets. There were large trucks roaring past, dusty and flying. Quickly take refuge to the houses along the street.

A group of elementary school students went to school with schoolbags on their backs, playing with each other, and each one with their dark faces up. If Hachijuku is a village at the feet of the warriors, then these schoolchildren are the descendants of the warriors. Maybe it's because Yunluo thinks of himself, and if he wants to be proud, there are more places where they can be proud, even if they live in an oasis, they are indeed surrounded by wasteland.

The grass on the roadside is gradually green, and the grass is dotted with small yellow, purple and white wildflowers. When they saw the sign, the three of them knew that they were now in Haizi Mountain. The first thing that greets three people is two circularly connected lakes lined with clear snow-capped mountains in the background. Although I traveled all the way from the Buddha City, I was used to seeing the snow-capped mountains, and I was not surprised.

What's interesting is that the two lakes, Brother Hei said that these are sister lakes, and sure enough, the similarity is very similar to sisters who depend on each other. The lake is turquoise blue and very quiet. The silence of the snow-capped mountain is a kind of silence, and you can still feel its strong and hard heart, making you want to call out to him and wake him up.

And the silence of the lake is pure, very soft, making you want to sit down, lie down, close your eyes, and listen quietly, the sound of birds, the sound of the wind. Further on, Feng Wuwu and Dolma really have to lie on the grass and pose for the camera.

Now it's not the occasional bush of wildflowers, because wildflowers are everywhere and dotted across the grasslands like stars. Except for the wild flowers, the cows and sheep on the slope do not raise their heads, and eat grass diligently, they always keep their heads down so much, their necks are not sore, or the grass is too sweet, where do they have time to raise their heads and look at the strangers who occasionally break in.

But one of the shepherdesses noticed three men. She was a little girl with pigtails, and a pair of dark eyes gleamed with curiosity on her face flushed by the sun. She walked over and looked at the three of them, and a little boy came too. They are not timid, but they don't speak Chinese very well.

The little shepherdesss told Yunluo that her name was Dolma, and it was Dolma, and it seemed that this was indeed a very popular name among Tibetan girls, and there were Dolma everywhere, like wild flowers dotted on the grassland.

When saying goodbye to little Dolma, Yunluo gave her a small gift, and she happily took Yunluo's hand and shook it vigorously. Her handshake had a sense of intimacy, like a little sister next door, not at all like a stranger.

Got in the car and left, the wildflower-filled pasture, after all, the three of them saw it for the first time, not to mention this large pasture, surrounded by snow-capped mountains. Yunluo picked up his phone and played back the photos he had just taken, among which was a photo of Little Dolma and the little boy looking at the camera back to back, both of them had cool expressions, much like characters in American movie road movies.

It's like three people passing through Haizi Mountain and meeting Little Zhuoma. She lives on this ranch, and her life must not be as comfortable as that of a city child. But her smile is just as warm. There is also the big Zhuoma that Lu Lang began to accompany him, and their attitude towards strangers is like you are not a stranger, but a partner next door, humble and polite, and appropriately caring.

They may not know Hai Zi and have never read Hai Zi's poems, but Yunluo wants to tell the friend he knows, that die-hard fan, if Hai Zi meets them, he will definitely say: Little Zhuoma, big Zhuoma, you are the image in the poem.

Of course, he will also wish the die-hard fan: don't forget the suffering in the world, but hope you can live as happily as possible.

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Litang is the highest county town in the world.

Although it has this honorary title, Yunluo looks at a glance, but it is just an ordinary small county town. The streets are dusty, and there are shops on both sides, the doors are almost the same, and most of the people who take care of the shops are Han Chinese.

Although it is ordinary, I sit in a small shop and eat. Soon you will find something special. There are two kinds of people on the street who always wear uniforms, one is a soldier with neat steps and a serious expression, and the other is a monk in a fuchsia robe.

After a while, two little monks walked into the snack bar, and they greeted the proprietress familiarly, as if they were their own family. Seeing the three people sitting, a young monk with a beautiful face came over and asked where you came from.

He is not afraid of life, Yunluo is a little stunned, the little monk speaks Chinese very well, and his attitude is generous, which is very different from the Tibetan monks who do not squint in the temple a few days ago. If he is not wearing a monk's robe, it would be more appropriate to say that he looks like a neighbor's middle school student.

Hearing the three people say that they came from the Buddha City, the little monk looked excited, and his companions also came over and talked with the three of them. It turned out that they were really students, practicing Buddhism in a large temple nearby.

Litang Han and Tibetan mixed living, the little monks come out early in the morning, will go to the shop to fast, often contact people from the north and south, they like to ask: where are you from, what are you doing. Is that place far away? In their hearts, the Buddha City is far away, and the distant place where the guests come is equally mysterious.

Not only the little monks, but the Tibetans on the street and the Buddha City are obviously different. The Tibetans in the Buddha City have thinner cheeks, and they don't smile when they see the living. The Tibetans in Litang, whether they are uncles, sisters-in-law or girls, have pleasant faces and comfortable eyes. If you want to take a picture of them or take a group photo, they are happy to agree.

It really depends on the water and soil to support the people, and whether the pond is good or not depends on the expressions of the people living in this place. Towns are home to shops, and the outskirts of the city are home to herders. Litang is located in a flat lowland, surrounded by undulating mountains, and the foot of the mountain stretches to the outskirts of the city is a large area of pasture.

Taking the road from Litang to Daocheng, Aden is very convenient, and the three of them have extra half a day, so they specially asked the master to send the three people to Daocheng.

If Litang is impressive about people, Daocheng all the way shows the vastness and vast beauty of nature. Pastures are pasture-on-pasture, and clouds float low behind the mountains. The sky was sunny for a while, cloudy for a while, and when the three of them returned to Litang, the sun was setting, and the car was walking and walking, and suddenly stopped moving. Looking ahead, it turned out that there were cattle and sheep blocking the road.

Not a few, but a large patch, jamming the road in front. The sheep were lazy and walked slowly, not in the slightest. The three of them sat in the car and admired it, and they were not in a hurry at all. The sun, which was sinking in the west, played hide-and-seek behind a cloud, and it did not hide well enough, and the golden light spilled through the gaps in the clouds, casting a narrow shadow of light on the grassland.

When the sun sets, there will be evening stars.

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Another dark night came, the wind was carefree, the clouds fell, and the white rose, and once again set foot on the square in front of the Potala Palace.

Silent silence, dead silence waiting.

That's the most gorgeous feast of death, ninth-level evolutionary, Master Golden Lotus, tonight is the time for you to fall! (To be continued......)

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