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Yunluo, who put the ultimate, and Bai Qi, who used the trick, were very bad, and their combat power was seriously damaged temporarily, that is, Feng Wuwu did not use the secret technique of pressing the bottom of the box, and the combat power was not damaged at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If there is only one ninth-level evolutionary of the Golden Lotus, the three heroes will open a big move together, and it won't take five minutes to kill the Golden Lotus Master, even if it is six more eighth-level, it will still be able to kill the Golden Lotus Master. But when the two ninth-level evolutionaries came to the Potala Palace, the three heroes had to choose to run first.

"Wait? Or temporarily disbanded. Yunluo, who was pale, and Baiqi, who was as white as paper, were drinking green tea in a café, asking lightly, with a hint of weakness in their voices. Yunluo knew very well what the ninth-level Fire Raven King was, if he couldn't scare away the Fire Raven King at that time, this second fool wouldn't be able to use his strength to play with Yunluo.

When the second fool is stunned, he can't think with the IQ of a normal person.

Bai Qi didn't speak, a long silence is Bai Qi's habit, no one speaks, and he doesn't want to speak, that's all.

"The three of us will travel for a few days first, and the information of the two ninth-level will be passed over over there, if the three of us only have two ninth-level, we can still kill the Golden Lotus Master without losing one, and those two ninth-level will not be able to stay for a long time, especially the ninth-level Fire Raven King, the enemy of the sword demon, this is a second-level goods."

Feng Wuwu smiled slightly and calmly without worry, and gave a suggestion to hide it for the time being, Yun Luo has no opinion, and it doesn't matter if he is white. As a result, the three heroes who rolled up the monstrous waves disappeared quietly.

When these three men who are as cold as poisonous snakes set foot on the Potala Palace again, it will be a nidal game for the Golden Lotus Master!

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Lulang is a small village, more than a small village to be exact, along the country road. There are three or two small villages, which are divided by a winding fence.

On the first day of the trip from Focheng, the driver Hei Ge suggested that the three of them stay in Lulang, and the car of the three people began to climb over Sejila Mountain, which was more beautiful than the first high mountain Mira Snow Mountain on the way. Except for the snow-capped peaks in the shape of peacock tails, Mount Mira is full of desolation.

And Sejila Mountain has the clouds and mist of the mountains, light like light gauze and thin floc wrapped around the branches, thick like a river surging, full of verdant, like a trap in the clouds. The nearby meadow is overgrown with rhododendron trees, and Brother Hei said that if you come here in May, the azaleas will bloom everywhere, and it is conceivable that it must be like a splendid land falling from heaven to earth.

Over the Sejira Mountains. When we arrived at the small town of Lulang, the small shops on both sides of the road were already lit up in dim light. When the three of them arrived at the inn, it was dark and there were no stars in the sky. I don't know where I am, I just take my luggage and go upstairs to see a four-person room and a six-person room. The beds are covered with Tibetan features. Brightly colored blankets, cleaned up.

Early in the morning, three people went downstairs. I went into the kitchen and put porridge, kimchi and cakes, and ate a mouthful of kimchi. The owner is a gray-haired Tibetan uncle, he said in slightly jerky Mandarin to the three of them that his girl is also going to take your car to Chengdu, please take care of it on the way, Feng Wuwu smiled and said yes. Yes.

He also said that she is here to clean up the room for you, her name is Dolma, and she goes to school. I see, the beautiful girl with long eyebrows and big eyes is called Zhuoma.

After breakfast, of course, the three of them had to take a walk around the edge of the village. I didn't know where I had been the night before. When I walked out the door, it turned out to be a village. A country road runs from the road to the entrance of the village. The meadows, the woods, the front hills, and the back hills were all shrouded in mist, and small yellow and purple flowers bloomed wet on the roadside.

Cedar trees and pine trees are also old friends, but there are still pineapple-like mistletoe on the trees here, and it is said that only in places where the air is very good. The Tibetan style houses are very distinctive, with white or lead gray colors, colored tiles, and neat patterns on the corners, tall and neat. The house is fresh to the clouds.

The most reluctant is of course Dolma, who is leaving her home. Her parents sent her to the car and kept instructing. Yunluo was going to fill the kettle with water, but her mother immediately grabbed it, hurriedly ran to fill it with hot water, handed it to Yunluo, and politely said to the three people: Please take care of Zhuomaa, her smile is so simple, and all mothers in the world have similar faces.

Even if they were reluctant, in the early morning when the clouds were floating, the three of them said goodbye to Zhuoma's house and left the small village of Lulang.

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The three of them began the journey on the second day of the Sichuan-Tibet line. Of course, there is also a traveling companion, the beautiful Tibetan girl Dolma. With Dolma in the car, the Tibetan language of the driver Heige finally came in handy. After a while, he and Dolma had a conversation in Tibetan, and the three outsiders couldn't understand it, but they guessed from the ordinary sentences that Dolma occasionally popped up.

Dolma is talking about her life, as well as love stories. The pauses in Tibetan, and the faster pace of speech, are much like those of French, but not in a hurry, like tiny raindrops, evenly sprinkled over the wheat fields. On the first day, Brother Hei told everyone that the journey on the second day would be more exciting. It's really exciting, even more than you can imagine.

There are birds and flowers all the way, and there are scenery all the way, but in this short day, the scene changes too quickly, and the turning point is too late to experience in detail, and it feels unreal in retrospect. It is as if Yunluo has taken on a journey with him to find the crater.

The first thing to experience is the beautiful river valley. Just like the willow forest where the Lord of the Rings, Vlado, once visited, the trees were verdant, the rivers were swirling, the clouds were entwined in the forest, and the snowy peaks were shadowed behind the clouds, such a place was suitable for living elves, river gods or fairies. From Nyingchi to Bomi, the drizzle is falling.

It seems that the hobbits are walking in front of them, and the elves are singing for them in the valley, and the elves here are supposed to be dressed in green. From the peaks to the valleys, there were pines, fir trees, ferns so tender that they could pinch out of the water, and green light flowed between them, sometimes light, sometimes thick.

Nyingchi was originally called Little Jiangnan, and the three of them did not see the famous U-shaped turn of the Brahmaputra River. However, Brother Hei thoughtfully let the three of them get out of the car and take a nap at a small visible turn, just to see a miniature version.

He said that if he wanted to see the most spectacular turn, he would have to hike for twenty-one days on the opposite mountain trail. The trail also passes through several suspension bridges, and those who can cross the jungle and suspension bridges require not only patience and physical strength, but also extraordinary courage.

Imagine that those who walked twenty-one days to their destination must be like the dwarfs of the Lord of the Rings who arrived in the woods of the fairy queen Galardiel, on the one hand, they will be amazed, and on the other hand, they will feel how meaningful the hardships they have paid.

After crossing the Bomi Bridge, the canyon receded and the sky cleared. Passing by an unknown lake, the water and the blue sky reflect each other. Horses lean over the shore to graze, and who eats as gracefully as a horse? Unless she has a long neck and gentle posture like a horse. The lake, willow trees, shallow grass, and grazing horses form a peaceful picture that people can't bear to leave.

The next place to go is the Midui Glacier, which a man who has walked along the Yunnan-Tibet line said that it is the most beautiful place in his personal opinion. Although everyone's aesthetic vision is different, the most beautiful must be extraordinary. When the three of them stood at the foot of the glacier and were immersed in the scene, they knew that such a compliment would never be forgotten.

Yunluo once wondered what the rice pile meant, could it be that there was rice growing there, and imagined that the glacier was a large piece of ice, like glass, shining in the sun. In front of you is a canyon with a river at the foot of the mountain. There was no rice, but large fields of wheat were covered with gold, and the huts were hidden in the cool shadows of the trees.

And behind the wheat field, behind the log cabin, it is the rice pile glacier that shines. It's not ice, it's a snowy peak. Unlike the hazy snow-capped mountains seen earlier, it was so clear that it seemed to be close in front of you, crystal clear under the blue sky, shimmering with holy light.

If he suddenly parachuted a person here, he would definitely think that he was dreaming, only in a dream, such a magnificent glacier and snow peak was close in front of him, and the wind around him was blowing wheat fields, cows and horses crossing streams, and children playing in the grass, but it was the scenery of home. Contradictory and harmonious.

Out of the glacier, the dream has not yet woken up, and the lake has arrived. Brother Hei spoke: Nothing to see, look, the front is. Originally, the river gathered into a lake after passing through the open land, and it rained in front of it, and the lake water was not crystal clear, but in the white clouds, mountain peaks, and blue sky, the breeze blew up fine ripples, and still presented a dreamlike beauty.

Further on, the lake was populated. The three of them walked into the inn by the lake and passed through the courtyard, and there was a pavilion on the water. Sitting in the pavilion, the sunset is slanting in the west, come to a cup of tea or light wine, watch the lake quiet, really look at each other and never get tired of each other, and then listen to the song Some people say that the lake on the high mountain is a tear that falls on the surface of the earth.

This tear is so charming that one doesn't want to leave. However, Brother Hei is urging the three of them to move forward again. Don't live here, you have to live for eight nights, you have to hurry before dark, Yunluo for the first time deeply understand the mood of being a cow and sheep, they are eating grass at dusk, but the shepherd is driving them home, the same reluctance.

At the same time, I also understood the Tibetan pilgrims I had just met by the lake, and they dragged their families to the Buddha City, with a face full of wind and frost and a bright smile. What they seek is the next life, and they don't need to be reincarnated as cattle and sheep in the next life. If Linzhi is beautiful and the rice pile is magnificent, Ranwu Lake is beautiful, and the three beauties have their own merits.

It's best to spend the night at Ranwu Lake and experience the dusk, starry sky and early morning at the lake. Brother Hei said: What is so beautiful about this lake! In fact, he has his careful thoughts, if he sees that the three of them are reluctant to leave and stay, then he will have to rush more the next day. Time is limited, and there is no way to do it.

Yunluo muttered in his heart: Could it be that Brother Hei is used to seeing these mountains and rivers, so he treats them as usual? Just got out of the car and was by the lake, and he was very happy with his camera.

I had to go, go straight to the foot of the East Himalayas in the Eight Houses, leave regrets, next time if you have the opportunity to pass through Ranwu, you must live by the lake, at that time, don't be a cow or sheep that haven't eaten enough grass at dusk, you have to be a fish, slow and leisurely, no one urges. (To be continued......)

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