Cen Xiyan and the others came out of the jungle on the afternoon of the third day after entering the mountain this time.

The reason why they only say that they are out of the forest, not down the mountain, is because after leaving the jungle, they arrived not at the foot of the mountain, but at a plateau meadow surrounded by high mountains.

At this moment, the sun has turned slightly to the west, looking at the scenery not far away, Wei San, Chen Liu and other five people who came here for the first time were all stunned by the beautiful scenery they saw!

The blue sky is full of white clouds, the lake is clear like a crystal clear pearl, the green grassland, the horse bells jingle, the black yak leisurely flicks its tail and gnaws the grass, and the tent gathering place in the distance, the smoke is faint, these scenery look so quiet, harmonious and beautiful together......

Directly west of this meadow is a majestic silver-white snow-capped mountain, and that is the Raya Snow Mountain! The winter scenery in the distance and the verdant eyes in the near distance form a stark contrast, unique and shocking!

"It's a paradise!" Chen Liu couldn't help but exclaim.

"I can't imagine that there is such a quiet and charming place in the middle of these mountains." Wei San also exclaimed.

Cen Xiyan explained: "This is a nomadic tribe in Tibet, the population is not large, very few people go out of the mountains, they have lived here for generations, self-sufficient, but also peaceful and happy, we will rest here today, casually replenish some provisions." After a pause, Cen Xiyan continued: "I hope that after you leave here, you will not disturb their lives again. ”

When he said this, Cen Xiyan looked at Wei San, and his expression was extremely serious.

Wei San looked into Cen Xiyan's eyes, almost sucked in by her ink-like eyes, and unconsciously spit out a word, "Okay!" ”

After the words came out, Wei San came back to his senses, and couldn't help frowning slightly, not knowing what was going on with him, but he quickly straightened his face, nodded again, and said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you." ”

After receiving the guarantee, Cen Xiyan relaxed his facial expression, and the corners of his mouth were raised, and a smile was raised, the beautiful Pu Mo Yongcuo, she is back!

Pumo Yongcuo, the Tibetan language means sapphire, and it is also the name of the lake under the mountain, and this small Tibetan tribe is also named after this lake.

The group walked towards the tents on the meadow, and it seemed that it was not far away, but in fact there was still some distance.

On the way, a herding resident spotted them, a young man on a horse, galloping in their direction.

"Hey! With the wind, the sea, it's really you! I'll just say, if there's a visitor coming in, it's probably you! The man greeted Cen Xiyan and the others from a distance.

The man was twenty-four or five years old, with a heroic appearance, a strong body, and a black and red face, which was the plateau red peculiar to people living in the highland mountains.

"Qiangba, it's you!" Cen Xiyan was very happy when he saw his acquaintance, and said loudly: "Contribute some of your horses first, we will carry these things and walk this way, but we are tired." ”

"Great!"

Qiangba agreed, put his finger to his lips, and blew a loud whistle, and soon the sound of horses' hooves galloping was heard, and several horses ran over with joy.

Cen Xiyan and the others were not polite, put the package on the back of the horse, turned over and got on the horse, and Wei San and the others did the same.

"Qiangba, butter tea, barley wine, let your grandma prepare more, I haven't drunk it for a long time, I can think about it." Canghai grinned.

"Don't worry, it's enough!" Qiangba said enthusiastically and cheerfully.

"Qiangba, are you Paula, Abba, and Grandma all right?" Cen Xiyan asked again as if he were idle.

Bora is the name given to the grandfather by the Tibetan people.

"It's all right, so is Dolma!" When Qiangba said this, he squeezed his eyes at Cen Xiyan.

Along the way, I met several Tibetan people and greeted them one after another.

Three looked at this scene and thought to himself, this is the wind, can you really eat anywhere......