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A man, a horse and a beast came out of the Black Wind Valley, continued to the northeast for about an hour, and after running for a while, they came to a big Gobi, the Gobi is as flat as a mirror, the desert is boundless, the wind is whistling, and there is no smell of fireworks in the world.

There is a large lake on the Gobi Desert, the level of the lake is still without waves, and on the shady side of the high mountains, the water is as green as beautiful jade. Fan Xiang rode a horse around to the south end of the lake, there is a big mountain stone next to the ancient road at the south end, the stone is engraved with five big characters of "Dabeigou Valley", the ancient road behind the mountain stone extends straight to a big valley.

Fanxiang took the green horse and the earth mole to the lake and drank enough water. After a short stop here, he rode the big green horse, and the earth mole followed closely and continued up the valley of the Great North Valley. The valley of Dabeigou is gentle and open, with dense spruce trees on the valley floor and shady slopes, and shrubs on the sunny slopes. Seeing that the sun was moving westward, it was still shining on the earth viciously, so he galloped forward and arrived at the source of the Great North Ditch.

Due to the erosion of glaciers at the source, an ancient snow basin with a back wall has been eroded and has become a mountain pass only 3,660 meters high, and the traffic artery connecting the alpine pastures on the north and south slopes of Mushi Peak - Mountain Pass. Fanxiang urged the horse to run up the mountain pass, standing on the mountain pass and looking out, the bright sunlight reflected Muzfeng and a large glacier on the northern slope of the mountain at a glance. There are hundreds of glaciers in the entire Muz Mountains, and the Muzfeng area accounts for more than 1/4. Mushi Peak is surrounded by steep slopes of about 60 degrees, the slopes are deposited with deep snow, and the majesty of its mountain and the strength of the glacial action can be seen,—— it is really a vast scenery of "silver peaks are uplifted, ice flow valleys, thousands of mountains and Lobai, only it is respected".

With a lot of snowfall, deep snow and steep terrain, it is easy to form avalanches.

The cold air that blows down from the peak makes the temperature here relatively cold.

Fan Xiang looked at the reckless Kunlun, out of reach, and said in her heart: I'd better go to save the two brothers and sisters of Little Cherry first, looking for the fairy grass to rejuvenate and treat me, but it is hard to find, or wait until there is a chance to talk about it later. Thinking so, he urged the horse down the mountain pass and into the bottom of the next valley. Along the valley, well-preserved ancient moraines and glacial erosion landforms can be seen everywhere. The further you go, the more open the valley becomes, and the colder the temperature becomes. Fan Xiang rode his horse and galloped quickly, and gradually, out of the valley bottom, there was a vast desert in front of him. Under the sun, the occasional wind and sand blew through, setting off the vast wind and sand, walking in it, not distinguishing between the west and the east, and then walking away from the reins.

Soon, a mountain appeared in the distance. In the blink of an eye, the mountains are getting closer and closer, the clouds and mist between the mountains and rocks are filled, and the front of the mountain is even more flat and sandy, reflecting the sunlight, which is very dazzling. There was a hint of dampness in the wind, and the green horse ran around for days, suddenly sniffing the fresh air in the wind, neighing, letting go of its four hooves, and running on the open and open flat sand of this desert.

I don't know how long I ran, but I saw the undulating mountains in front of me, and the faint light reflected on the water surface at the foot of the mountain, so I ran close to the spring at the foot of the mountain. The fine white sand spreads on the flat springs, the ancient moraine ridges that rise, and the gentle slopes of the mountains to the sun, the green grass is like grass, and the breeze is melodious, which is refreshing.

Fanxiang got off the horse and jumped into the clear spring, the spring water was cold and refreshing, very pleasant, so the horses and the earth mole went to the spring to drink water and find food.

After half a pillar of incense, a man, a horse and a beast continued to go up to the northeast.

A gust of wind blew from the Kunlun Mountains in the south, blowing in the northeast direction, and the wind was so strong that it carried them and rushed forward. He followed the sudden gust of wind, and ran away on the yellow sand road to the northeast.

Fluttering in the wind, a man riding a beast, walking with the wind, there is no one along the way, many once sparsely inhabited villages and markets are destroyed by swords, has been burned to the white ground, is a desolate scene of thousands of miles without a rooster crow.

Fan Xiang rode on a horse, and his feet were no longer a place of yellow sand, and the road he walked had been turned into a grassland area, during which there would be occasional Gobi Desert, but it was no longer common.

After running forward for about an hour, the animals and plants on the ground gradually increased, and a sea of flowers stretched out. There are a few goshawks in the sky, flying around overhead, diving down for a while, and then flying sharply upwards for a while.

The goshawk in the air was circling over, and Fanxiang was seeing it, and suddenly heard a burst of singing, very ethereal, and could be vaguely heard:——

green grassland,

green grass,

Wild flowers bloom all over the mountains,

Here the shepherds drive the flock,

Dear people,

Swan Lake represents my heart,

I hope so,

Rest your feet on the prairie,

Set your eyes in my heart.

......

The song is light and ethereal, like the blue sky, white clouds, silver mountains, gentle wind, dark green cedar forests, light cyan grasslands and fragrant floating flowers, several colors into soft syllables and melodies, the layers of the singing are clear, the tone is harmonious, lingering around, ears, people do not feel quiet in the meantime.

Fan Xiang urged the horse to run towards the singing, crossed a mountain beam with a low altitude, and saw that under the mountain beam, the sea of flowers was boundless, and the Kunlun Snow Mountain in the southwest behind him was towering and magnificent, but in front of him was green grass, the scenery was picturesque, a piece of golden buttercup flowers were like orange-yellow belts, around a blue river on the far horizon in front, in the meantime, the occasional dotted perilla flowers were also incomparably delicate blooming, the bright wild poppies were blooming, overwhelming, spreading wantonly into the distance, like fire burning, forming a sea of flowers.

Continuing on, there is a large lavender field. Patches of small purple flowers bloom very lively, and large lavender trees, like deep purple waves, are stacked and undulating, converging into a drunken dream of the earth. For several miles, they are all shrouded in the rich fragrance of lavender, blooming into a purple romance.

In the aftermath of the spread of romantic purple, the grassland is open to endless rape flowers, golden patches, interspersed with the world of purple lavender, forming a strong color contrast.

On top of the vast green, with the snow-capped mountains behind you as the background, large areas of yellow rape flowers and sunflower flowers are inlaid in it, like a huge oil painting painted on the canopy.

The southern Xinjiang grassland in May, under the snow-capped mountains, has beautiful lines, and the isolated grassland scenery is not as beautiful as the world!

Here you can see: deserts, Gobi, snow-capped mountains, canyons, grasslands, forests, lakes, rivers. All kinds of beautiful scenery unreservedly spread out in front of you, unartificially carved, primitive and shocking, yes, except for this life, we have no time for the next life, how far can we go, just go as far as we can!

In the green grassland, there are two young girls. A young girl galloped on a horse on the grassland, and another girl carried a rape flower and sang the song just now.

With a shake of the reins, the horse galloped over, and the earth mole followed.

When the galloping girl saw someone coming, she rode over, drew her saber from her waist, looked at Fanxiang vigilantly, and blocked the way.

Another singing girl came up and said in Old Persian, "Aisha, ask first, and don't come out with a knife without moving." "The voice is soft, like heaven.

"Yes, Princess!" is the same Old Persian.

Fan Xiang looked at it intently, and saw that the facial features of the two girls were very three-dimensional and beautiful, and their skin was fair. The maiden, Aisha, was a little younger, with a small flowered hat on her head and two long braids, and the maiden who came forward was graceful, with a white veil on her head, and a long and slender body.

Fanxiang got off the horse, stepped forward, smiled, and said, "May I ask the two young ladies, what kind of place is this?"

The two girls glanced at each other, and said in ancient Persian, "Dongsheng Han family?"

The white-gauze girl took a step forward, looked at Fanxiang, a little shy, and said softly in Dongsheng Chinese: "Guests from afar, may I ask what you are doing here?"

When Fan Xiang asked, he smiled slightly and said, "I'll go to Zduhe to find two friends." ”

The girl in the white gauze also smiled slightly, and said softly: "Oh, can you come and hear it? We live near the Zdow River, let's see if we know each other?"

Fan Xiang looked at the two girls, her eyes were pure, and she didn't seem to have anything else, so she said: "I have two friends who have been captured by a team of Beigong servants, and I heard that this army has moved westward and will pass through the Zidu River, so I came here." ”

"Oh, I see, our Exquisite Ancient City was invaded by a group of Beigong troops not long ago, and after they destroyed our city, they left and headed west along the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert. ......," the white gauze girl said softly.

"Well, I know that too. ...... Then, during this time, there were constant advances from the Zdow River valley to the west without pause, and it seemed that there was an important military situation that needed to be urgently moved. ...... This morning, we saw the new lord of the city with a group of rebels to stop a group of enemies passing through the area. ...... I don't know how the battle is going now?" the younger girl, Aisha, took a step forward and interrupted the white-gauze girl to speak, chattering.

Fan Xiang looked at the girl and asked, "Where is the army passing through the North Palace now?"

Aisha raised her hand, pointed to the river on the horizon behind her, and said, "Well, that's the direction, on the other side of the Zddo River, about seventy or eighty miles away from our ancient city." ”

Fanxiang looked at the two girls, nodded to them, bowed, and said, "Since this is the case, then I will leave first, thank you." Then he turned and mounted the big green horse, took the mole with him, and ran straight in the direction that the girl had just pointed.

After about half an hour, we came to the mouth of the Zdui River.

Standing at the mouth of the Zidu River from the Kunlun Mountains, I saw a river valley zigzag north, passing through the foothills and slopes of the mountains to the north, extending in the desert. The water flowing in the valley is sometimes soothing, sometimes rapid. The crisp sound of the waves echoes in this eternal river valley for thousands of years.

The yellow sand-paved river meanders silently, as if telling the journey of time and the vicissitudes of time.

Walking in this ancient river valley, the Zdow River flows through here, across the Gobi Desert, and flows to the exquisite ancient city, nourishing the exquisite oasis and exquisite civilization, providing an endless source of nourishment for the fertile green pastures, the light dancing posture of the young girls, and the quiet and peaceful life of the world.

In this land, there are herdsmen who used to drive horses and herds of sheep and cattle to drink water by the river, and there are old merchants who slowly pass by the river with camel caravans. He vaguely saw the sound of the waves of the Zdu River, the whipping on the grassland, and the camel bell in the desert, which sounded one after another. In the valley, willows and poplars gradually dense and stretch north on both sides of the Zdow, and the cool May wind blows through the valley, pouring down the twilight of the setting sun, jumping on the swaying willow branches and poplar leaves, and casting his shadow obliquely onto the silvery white sand of the Zdow.

On both sides of the Zidu River Valley, poplar, red willow, reeds are clustered, sandy plants are all over the field, deep in the red willows, occasionally see two or three dwellings, white sheep dots, scattered in the green grass. From time to time, Tarim rabbits emerge from shrubs and wild grasses.

The alluvial fan in the lower reaches of the Zdow River spreads out in the shape of a horsetail, where the ripples move, there are floating swans and other waterfowl, the aquatic plants are abundant, the scenery is beautiful, nine bends and eighteen bends, through the gap between the trees on the bank, you can see the quicksand in the distance, and the half-hidden swords, guns and arrows in the quicksand, it seems that there was once a fight and fight between the two armies here. The reeds in the river are dense, and many boiling springs gush out, forming a dense network of rivers.

Traveling north along the lower valley, for about an hour, we came to an open water with clear water waves and a stone arch bridge over it.

At this time, it was already nightfall, Fan Xiang crossed the stone bridge on horseback, and when he arrived on the north bank, he looked at the vast sandy land, only the remnants of gunsmoke, broken flags and broken swords, guns and halberds, as if to tell the viewer that the fight and struggle between the two armies here had already ended.

Fan Xiang saw that it was getting late, and the people and horses were tired, so she had to look for this team of Beigong devil soldiers, and she had to do it again after dawn tomorrow. So in the poplar forest on the slope of the river, he ate some dry food casually, unsaddled the big green horse, and slept with his clothes by leaning on the earth mole lying on the ground.

It was early in the morning, there was no moon in the sky, and the stars were faint.

Fanxiang was half-lying against the mole, half-asleep and half-awake. The big green horse stood quietly beside him. In the middle of his sleep, he suddenly heard a faint sound of fighting in the northwest wind, mixed with the sound of men and horses, gold and iron, and mixed with the painful cries of the dying and the excited ......shouts of the fighters.

The sound came intermittently in the wind, and in the cold and quiet night, it was very ethereal.