There were about sixteen or seventeen people who came, all of whom had crossed the Tibetan swords, and, yesterday, a few Tibetan men who escorted and kidnapped me were also among them.

However, today, when I look at it, the man is not the boss.

Tibetans are not triads, but they have the same boss, a backbone, and a person who takes ideas.

Who is the boss of this group?

Seeing each other's appearance, I smiled in my heart. Of course, not acquaintances, but this uncle looks very much like a foreigner, and we are all very familiar with it.

So, let me describe it, it's not very tall, it's above average. He is relatively thin, with a slightly darkened face, large eyes, a slightly pointed chin, a straight nose, long hair, and many small braids. He wore a Tibetan robe and a beautiful waist knife inlaid with an unknown gem across his waist.

Tibetan version, Johnny 61 Depp.

Captain Jack, where's your ship?

In addition to this, the boss who collided with foreign stars.

The rest of the people are mixed. This can be seen from the robe, and the most speechless thing is that there are actually two bear children with them.

Bear child, male, twelve or thirteen years old, appearance, natural, curious, passers-by joined in the excitement, and surrounded him.

When these people arrived at the place, six or seven or eight, the outer ones were responsible for closing the street and forbidding a few wild dogs with thieves and rat eyes to run inside.

The rest of the posture is put on a posture, which means, you come, come.

I got it!

I led the people around me and came out.

Xiao Beijing was very nervous, kept turning his head to look around, and then lowered his voice and said: "Brother, if you can't do it, let's call the police, after all, this is Lhasa, and there are police." ”

I glared at him: "What to call the police!" Don't report it. ”

Then I came out.

"Han people who steal things, do you still dare to come here, aren't you afraid of death?"

The fat Tibetan who held me yesterday had a ruthless face.

I was right: "This matter, there is a misunderstanding!" If you have any objections to this, you can ask Master Tawang. ”

The fat Tibetan gritted his teeth: "You Han people can speak well, we can't say you, Master Tawang, you must have been deceived by your mouth." ”

I laughed, put my hands on my back, looked up at the sky, and said aloud, "The eagle soaring in the sky, proving with its wings that it is not a bird that perches on the branches of the trees all day long." The majestic male lion will use its sharp claws and shocking roar to prove that it is not a sleeping kitten. My friend, what shall I prove myself? Right! Just use a knife. I need a knife! ”

The Tibetans were stunned.

Then, they exchanged glances with each other.

Captain Tibetan Jack, squinting slightly, glanced at me, and then, with the people around him, made a look.

A big black man stretched out his hand, pouted, pulled out the knife that was straddling the waist of a person next to him, and then, in three or two steps, walked in front of me, and handed the handle of the knife to me.

I reached out and took it.

Big black guy, choke!

Pulled out the waist, treasure......

Uh, this knife! Why are there so many gaps?

I looked at the knife, and my heart moved, and I already understood.

The intact blade is just a handicraft, and the blade full of chips is the real killer.

The big black man is an expert in knife fighting, not to mention anything else, just looking at the back of his hand and the scar on his forehead is enough to prove everything.

Drawing his knife, the big black man struck a pose.

I was carrying a knife, and suddenly, I pulled a knife flower, lowered my center of gravity, and played with a standard hidden knife, ah! With a loud roar, he swung his knife and rushed forward.

Once again, the blood stirred in my heart.

I really feel like I'm back to that moment when I was fighting outside Lhasa.

I rushed out, swung my sword, slashed!

The way to play the Tibetan sword is not as particular as that of Japanese kendo.

Similarly, there are no traditional Chinese martial arts, false tricks or anything.

This is, the collision of wildness, blood, rigidity!

Bang bang bang!

What I play is the madness of letting go of everything in my heart!

I'm with the big black man, you come and go, bang! Countless knives were chopped.

This guy is really a master, and I haven't gotten a bargain from him. At the same time, he didn't take advantage of me.

The big black man instantly turned red-eyed.

Ahh

Rush up and slash.

I'm welcome!

This knife fight, let me put it aside, it's really enjoyable!

It's been a long time since I've been so open-minded and fighting a knife.

Fighting, fighting, the two of us kept moving, and suddenly, the big black one, jumped up to me, twisted around, and slashed one by one. I'm in gear.

This guy is so energetic.

With a bang, it gave me the knife and shook it open.

After the shock opened, the blade twisted, and then changed to a stab.

Originally, I could have avoided this stab.

Unfortunately, a little bear child looked stupid behind me.

If I dodge this knife, the bear child will definitely be pierced and his life will be lost.

If I don't hide, meet it, it's a big deal, and I will be stabbed in the shoulder.

I went sideways.

At the same time, I heard a loud roar!

This roar seemed to be made by everyone watching the battle, and the meaning was to let the big black stop.

The blade is fast.

With a thud, it punctured the clothes on my shoulder.

But at the moment when the sharp tip of the knife was about to pierce my flesh, the big black man roared angrily.

Hit the spot, bang, stomped his foot, and forcibly stopped the knife.

Time freezes in this second.

The big black knife was against my shoulder, but it didn't move on.

After a loud roar, the surroundings became very quiet, very quiet, and only the sound of selling from the Octagon Street could be faintly heard.

Three seconds later.

"Hahaha!" The big black man threw the knife away. stepped forward, picked me up as soon as he could, and then threw me high as if he were a child.

People around me surrounded me and screamed.

Next, I was put down.

At this time, the captain of the Tibetan version came over, squinted at me, and said, "Friend, who taught you your sword skills?" ”

I smiled, "Dorje, Jampa, Pasang, they are my good Kham brothers!" ”

Oh......

There was another shout of joy all around.

The other party laughed, turned his head and looked around, the pigtails were flying in the wind, and then he came over, hugged me and said, "Zhuo Ren!" Your friend! From today onwards, I, Zhuoren, am your good friend! ”

After speaking, Zhuo Ren stretched out his hand, bang, and punched me in the chest.

I laughed, bang, reached out, and punched Zhuo Ren in the chest.

After laughing, Zhuo Ren stepped forward and put his arm around my shoulder: "Go!" Friends, call your friends! Let's drink together! ”

I turned around and called, Liu Sheng, Guan Feng, and Brother Chang.

Three people, already stayed.

Now is not the time to explain, drink and go!

So, under the leadership of Zhuo Ren, the group turned the street and came to a restaurant with a small face, entered the house, and said hello.

Arrange to sit down.

Let's go......

Toast, drink, sing, drink......

I told the people around me that if you have a lot of alcohol, don't hide it, just drink it, it's a big deal to lie down.

But don't hide it!

OK！

Drink it!

This heavy drinking lasted until more than ten o'clock.

All of them lay down, including these newfound Tibetan friends.

Actually, Tibetans get along very well, but don't be misled by me that you have to fight with them.

These people are different from ordinary Tibetans. They belong to the warriors of the Tibetan people! This is at best to say, not good, a little bit of the meaning of the marginal people of the underworld.

When dealing with Tibetans, remember that you don't be able to speak well and have a flamboyant tongue. Be realistic, do more!

Fewer words, more actions. In this way, you can definitely make close friends!

That night, we went straight to the hotel and went to sleep.

I slept until the next morning, when I got up at nine o'clock.

Open your eyes and drink a civilized wine again, and no one will persuade you to do this. How much you can drink, how much you can drink, you are an alcoholic, and it doesn't matter.

Then, there's butter tea or something.

During this period, I chatted with Zhuoren and learned that he had opened several handicraft shops with a few friends in Lhasa, and then sold all the handicrafts he bought from all over Tibet.

As for my three Kham brothers.

Zhuo Ren said that those three people are very famous among Tibetans, especially Tibetans like them, and he knew that my relationship with those three people was not ordinary when he saw my gestures and movements with the knife.

At the last moment, it was actually the big black man who was testing me.

Because, according to Zhuoren, the big black man, that is, the Zamu brothers, his knife is almost equal to Dorje among the Kham brothers.

Anyway, this knife is fought down, and a big meal of wine is drunk, and the suspicion is released! The friendship between China and Tibet lasts forever!

I'm having breakfast.

Xiao Beijing's mobile phone rang, and then he picked it up, went outside the house, and talked to the phone, and after speaking, he entered the house, looked up at me and said, "Mr. Ji, a friend of mine, called me, saying that he was going to send a group of people to Motuo." I thought, can we have a company together? ”

My heart moved, and I looked up at him.

"Who? What for, how many people? ”

Xiao Beijing: "About six or seven, it's a geological exploration team, saying that they want to go to Motuo to explore the hydrological and geological conditions of the Brahmaputra River, and by the way, get some rock specimens." ”

While chewing the meat, I nodded and said, "The geological exploration team, they weren't sent by Uncle Huang." ”

Xiao Beijing glanced at Zhuo Ren and the rest of the Tibetans, but he didn't hide it.

"It's not! To be honest, I just worked under Uncle Huang for a while before. This time, it was Uncle Huang who asked me, so I ......"

I understand.

Little Beijing is not a full-time missionist. He's just a cameo, a temporarily activated character.

The task of the people is to take people into Motuo, and it is a dangerous job to do it, and to earn money to support the family. So, we can't delay people from getting rich, and besides, here's the ......

I laughed in my heart, maybe there was cause and effect.

I said, "Okay! Let's go together. ”

Little Beijing, at this time, was embarrassed again: "It's okay to set off, but the route has to change." ”

I said, "What's changed?" ”

Little Beijing: "Ordinary people take no more than two roads to Metuo, one is from Bomi through the Galongla Pass, then through Dabu, and finally to Metuo. The other way is to take the Songlin Pass, climb the Duoxiongla Pass, cross the Jiefang Bridge, and arrive at Metuo. But this time ......"

Little Beijing was embarrassed and said: "They are going to walk a no-man's land, known as Death Canyon, which is also the most beautiful section of the road in Metuo!" ”