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In the morning, the day in Tibet seems to be earlier than in the Central Plains, today, the weather is very good, here you can really see the blue sky, the fiery red Sarilang, the breeze, the cold is cold, but it is beautiful.

Morning.

The middle-aged man came over to invite Sun Miaozheng, and Chu Jiu carried a small medicine box on his back and followed Lao Suo.

Just like Gong Qicuo, even if there is no hidden disease in him, the old man plans to go to study the legendary Lin Hai Tingtao, for a miracle doctor, the rarer the herbs, the more they can attract their attention, not to mention the Shambhala in the mythical world, full of medicinal materials, how can it not be desirable!

I followed all the way, and soon came to the front of two off-road vehicles, saying that it was off-road and seemed to be much larger than ordinary off-road vehicles.

This is a middle-aged person from abroad specially made off-road, whether it is the auxiliary system, the stability system, the degree of sturdiness, it is absolutely second to none, the cost of a car alone can be in the capital where the price is outrageous, buy a good suite.

Sitting in the car, the old man closed his eyes and recuperated, but the ninth day of the first year could not think of himself, although he was not Xiaobai in the ravine, and he had seen cars running all over the street, but it was indeed the first time he entered the car.

Everything around is full of curiosity, and there are soft cushions to sit on, which can not only accommodate many people, but also sleep comfortably, which is much better than the donkey that often plays small in his own house.

My heart is full of wireless fantasies, if I can have the opportunity to drive such a car back to the small mountain village, wouldn't the daughter-in-law and daughter feel more face.

Although there were only thirty or forty families in the small mountain village where the medicine valley where they lived, it did not prevent him from daydreaming.

In his world, small mountain villages are all he has, and there are good things to share with them.

After waiting for a long time, Sun Miao was puzzled, opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in the cab in front of him.

seemed to feel the gaze, leaned on the back chair for a moment, slowly turned his head, and said apologetically with a smile: "It may be dangerous to go here, for the sake of insurance, we still need to wait for someone, but he has the habit of doing morning classes every day, let's wait."

is talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive immediately.

The one who opened the door of the off-road car was a girl, four or five out of ten, but she didn't look like a person from Tibet, she glared at the two of them coldly, but she didn't get into the car.

After a while, a fifty-year-old round-faced monk had a ring scar on his head and a Buddhist bead in his hand, showing his figure, and the middle-aged man in the cab was already serving beside him at some point, which showed that this person's prestige was broken.

Everyone was in place, the middle-aged man walked to another off-road car to say a few words, trotted back, and for a moment, he only felt that the atmosphere on the car seemed to be filled with a strange atmosphere.

The monk and the old man closed their eyes to cultivate, the little servant and the little girl stared at each other, although the girl was not very old, not to mention the country and the city, but her appearance was not comparable to ordinary people, and the whole body exuded a cold momentum, reminding the living not to approach.

The old man didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to have a sense, and suddenly whispered: "Chu Jiu, if you miss your family Zhu'er, you can go home first."

Chu Jiuyi was stunned and retracted his gaze.

The monk also opened his mouth from time to time: "Yushan, don't be rude."

The middle-aged man came out to play a round field, and through the introduction, he knew that the monk's name was Ula, and everyone respected him as Master Ula, and the girl next to him was his disciple, and he was given the name Yushan.

He didn't say a word else.

suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced his name for many days, so he apologized and said that his surname was Zhuo, named Lei, Zhuo Lei.

The wind was calm, Zhuo Lei called to the car behind him to call for the car to set off, and the rear off-road suddenly retreated, and then roared out like a string of arrows to the front.

Zhuo Lei looked solemn and followed closely.

As soon as it opened, it was almost a day, except for a lunch and a short rest, at this time, it was close to ten years of sunset, the sun was setting, the sun was not dazzling, showing a kind of coral red, enchanting beauty.

Instead of moving on, they decided to rest here for the night.

Above the sky, the sky here is not golden at dusk, but blue, the blue sky, and the white clouds are the inadvertent strokes of the hand of God on the blue rice paper, and have become the eternal pursuit of human painters.

When the sky is getting dark, the blue sky adds a bit of cyan, and the white clouds are also stained with the glow, which is more charming and moving, the blue sky and white clouds, the red sunset and the silver white such as the Gou Jiao moon, as well as the rising star with the moon, the whole twilight picture is enough to make people cry. And beneath the sky, there are reckless wastelands and distant mountains covered with ice caps.

There are a total of ten people in the two off-road cars, except for the five who seem to be nondescript in their cars, and the people who get off the other car are all sturdy men, with obvious characteristics of Tibetans.

There were hidden knives hanging on his body, one of them was actually holding a crossbow, and the other was even more exaggerated, holding a submachine gun.

Make a fire, and the rest of the people spread food and water on it.

The old man and Chu Jiu glanced at each other, and the latter asked in an uneasy whisper, "Who are you?"

Although he is a novice, it does not mean that he is stupid.

In just a few days, you can also understand that the times are changing, not to mention submachine guns in China, even if it is a private pistol, if it is not specially approved, it can be sentenced to many years in prison.

Hearing this, Zhuo Lei smiled and said flatly: "When I get here, I don't want to deceive you, obediently obey my orders, otherwise I can only bury you in the beautiful Hoh Xil and become food for eagles."

After a pause, he teased and said: "If you are interested, you can use it for me in the future, and naturally I will not treat you badly, the destination of this trip is indeed Shambhala, there are countless magical herbs, you can collect them at will at will."

Lao Su and Chu Jiu are silent, and now it is not easy to get out of the thief ship.

I could only sit on the sidelines and be silent.

The mountain of Hoh Xil belongs to the southern side branch of Kunlun Mountain, which is different from the Tibetan mountain, which is the crustal extrusion and abrupt rise, and the mountain peaks are like towering swords, guns, swords, halberds; However, the mountains are low and flat, mostly independent gentle slopes, and from a distance, they look like huge quilts piled up on the earth. In addition, there is a vast horizon, and the green ** on the ground is connected with the blue of the sky.

Looking out of thin air, there are Tibetan wild donkeys grazing leisurely, female donkeys licking the little donkey calves affectionately, and under the afterglow of the sunset, the shadows are stretched out; Suddenly, there were two cute little brown bears, joking and playing, running away;

At the edge of the horizon, a huge wild yak stood in the backlight, the dark red sun behind it, leaving only a huge black silhouette of the far-flung travelers, as if vigilantly watching the strange intruder.

Every place is a perfect landscape, every step forward is a different scene, the beauty of nature, the picture that the painters long to express but can never express completely, the hymn that the poets long to sing but can never finish.

The sky gradually darkened, and everyone was having dinner around the bonfire, when suddenly a sturdy middle-aged man frowned, put his ear close to the ground, and said with a solemn face: "The yak herd is coming."

It's no wonder that the animals that were still washing disappeared without a trace, and for them, the long-term sense of danger allows them to avoid many disasters.

The yak is an extremely dangerous animal on the grassland, the kind of big guy that weighs more than a ton, if it is attacked, the consequences are terrible! Its sharp horns can even tip a truck over.

Zhuo Lei hurriedly ordered to return to the car, turn on the bright lights, and if he couldn't be scared away, drive away quickly.

He wouldn't shoot at such a time, the yak was very precious, but he didn't look at it, and it was a shame to waste bullets on the way.

Of course, when it comes to a real dangerous moment, you can't save it.

In order not to get lost, the car circled along the riverbed of the shallows, and from time to time a variety of wild animals passed by the car, and the red glow was stained with clouds, and the sun was slowly sinking behind the mountains.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky was getting darker, and they parked their car in the uninhabited area of Hoh Xil within a radius of 60 square kilometers.

The car was air-conditioned, and everyone began to rest in the car.

The night, deep, the sky of Hoh Xili, flashing bright stars, is exceptionally clear.

A crescent moon seems to be close at hand, illuminating the surroundings.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and even the noise could still be heard in the car, which made a few people who were not asleep worry, Ke Ke Xili, are you heaven or hell, are you beautiful or cruel?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the pager, and Zhuo Lei, who was sleeping in a daze, picked it up and asked, "Muge, what's the matter?"

The other party quickly responded: "There is a situation, there is a mournful cry not far away, like a herdsman here."

Zhuo Lei frowned, and said lightly: "We have more important things, don't add to the trouble."

It's just that as soon as his words fell, the shouts got closer and closer, and they used the Tibetan word for help.

After a while, herders were already rushing to their cars, gesturing.

Zhuo Lei did not move, and Mu Ge in the other car had already gotten out of the car, each with a submachine gun in his hand, pointing directly at the herdsmen, if he did not leave, Hugh blamed them for being ruthless.

The old man Sun Miao, as a healer, is better than a seventh-level floating slaughter by saving people's lives, and he must not tolerate Mu Ge and others killing innocent people in front of him.

He asked Zhuo Lei sharply, if he still wanted to do something, he would help these herdsmen solve the problem.

Saying that, he came to the car door, opened the car door and got out of the car with the ninth day.

However, Master Ula and Yushan, who were sitting in the back, closed their eyes and recuperated and did not move.

Zhuo Lei was stunned for a moment when he saw him get out of the car twice, cursed secretly in his mouth, and got out of the car.

Immediately after, more and more herdsmen fled from afar, and Zhuo Lei was furious and asked sharply: "What happened?"

"The corpse is raised, the corpse is raised". The herdsmen panicked and trembled as they spoke.

In the past, the doors of houses in Lhasa, Shigatse, Nyingchi and other areas were very low. Even in the ornate pavilions, the doors on the ground floor are still relatively low, a third shorter than the standard doors.