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Fan Xiang supported a lonely raft, alone, along the water all the way to the west, gradually farther and farther away, after a few river bays, the ghost cave village has been hidden in the mountains and mountains behind it, and the green and flourishing flowers and trees on the coastal slope are becoming more and more rare, and finally they are invisible.

Drifting along the river, I don't know how many days and nights have passed, and the more reckless it has become.

On this day, the bamboo raft drifted on the water, entering a completely different scenery from before, and the air was faintly smelling of salty smell blowing from the ocean, and it seemed that it was not too far away from the Great West Sea.

Fan Xiang stood on the bamboo raft, looking from afar, this is a lonely and magical land, which has deserts and rivers, as well as distant mountains and green spaces, quiet winds, raising sand and dust, under the natural and simple surface, is a rare magnificent and poignant scene.

Rammed earth buildings unique to the loess wasteland began to appear on both sides of the water.

The appearance of these buildings has the unique architectural beauty of rammed earth, round, without edges and corners, short but full of strength, with the unique local artistic conception of the world. Bare rammed-earth walls are interdependent, and large dry trees occasionally dot with endless loess colors. In the ancient atmosphere, there is magnificence in the desolation, and the occasional barking of dogs and the sound of falling leaves awaken passers-by, and there are still living spirits here.

The five colors of the world are blinding, and only with the state of mind and sensory control that can be accommodated, can we discover the reckless beauty of this secluded land.

The yellow sand on both sides of the river is far away, simple and low-key, primitive but just right, the sand dunes, plains, green spaces are placed on the plots on both sides of the river, and occasionally there are some doves flying from the bitter cold land, the sound is like a rock, and in the surging westward flowing water, there may also be flying fish shaped like a carp, jumping out of the water unscrupulously, flashing with a silvery white and strange light, and the temperament of the mixed green space in the desert is in line with the scene, vast and rough.

In contrast to the wide surface of the water, blue is the only thing with a soul in this emptiness.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand are unique to the vastness, not exquisite, not gorgeous, but magnificent, atmospheric, magnificent.

The sky in May is bright, and Fanxiang holds the penny, quietly watching the scenery of the unique areas on both sides of the strait.

The lonely raft travels 1,800 miles westward, which is the south of Kunlun Mountain.

Where the water passes, the stone walls on both sides of the mountain are carved with various forms of vicissitudes of petroglyphs, or simple, or vigorous, or smart, the lines are simple and rough, outlining rich meanings.

On the high mountain, the upper end is the alpine and alpine semi-shrub desert of spiny pine, alpine spinosa bean, and the lower end is the flourishing pink artemisia and cushion camel velvet quinoa, then the verdant purple needle grass, silver spruce fescue, there are also small snowy spruce forests, and finally the shrub meadow dominated by male and female ephedra, which forms a mountain forest steppe with the mountain grassland. Wild yaks, wild asses, bighorn wild sheep, bears, stalks and other wild beasts are hidden in the mountains, and blue birds and swans fly by the sky from time to time, babbling and chirping.

Fanxiang holds the bamboo raft, looking at the water in the east and Kunlun in the west.

The bamboo raft floated on the waves, feeling the simple vicissitudes of the rock walls on both sides, as if in an ancient and secluded time. It is a collection of deserts, rivers, mountains, and oases, which is very secluded and beautiful, and the beauty of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the mystery of exotic ghosts.

There are desolate castles in the desert, golden and picturesque desert quicksand, blue waves of rivers and blue water, as well as magical and strange sand sculptures, those magnificent and majestic scenes, continuous desolate beauty, the background level is distinct, every deserted place is so gripping, vivid.

The vicissitudes of the years, I don't know how many years have passed, thousands of miles of water not only retain the desolation and rough atmosphere of the yellow sand desert, but also show the lonely and clear temperament of the secret realm.

Fan Xiang held the bamboo raft, looked at the mountains and clouds, and the still water flowing under him, remembering the scene when he first met Su Xinyan on the shore of Yishui Lake that day, and the days when he walked with Su Xinyan on the lonely raft, a burst of warmth surged in his heart, and he whispered softly:——

"The son of Kyaukyao, the son of peach;

Outstanding beauty, on the bank of Yishui;

The son of Yu Li, the wind is dashing;

The sons are gone, and the clouds are few;

If you don't ask it, the beauty won't return it;

On the shore of Yishui, the beauty does not return. ”

In forgetfulness, I was stunned for a while......

The breeze was gentle, and the lonely raft slowly entered the south of Kunlun Mountain. But seeing the peaks and rocks staggered, the blue water has long waves, the mountains are connected to the mountains, and the rivers together form the water in front of the peaks, and the meandering scenery of nine bends and eighteen bends makes people forget to return!

The snow-capped peaks on both sides of the river stretch for thousands of miles, and their momentum is magnificent.

The bamboo raft drifts with the speed of the current, or gentle, or fast, and slowly, all the way back to the water, in the meantime, as if in the landscape painting of the yellow sand land.

Look at the south of Kunlun Mountain, find a bay with gentle current, support the bamboo raft, moored the shore, lead the big green horse to come ashore, bolt the bamboo raft to the shore, and one person and one horse go along the yellow sand land in the south of the mountain.

After galloping in the desert for more than an hour, walking on the edge of the desert, the mountains in front of me gradually became magnificent and clear. The cool May wind wafting from the Karakoram dispels the heat of the desert.

The wind of the snow-capped mountains is holy, purifying the soul and making the tired and dry mind return to tranquility and calmness.

From a distance, the lower part of the southern part of the Kunlun Mountains is a meadow mountain, which is the brown desert soil with the main plants of the head grass and red sand semi-shrubs; the upper part is the grassland brown calcareous soil desert dominated by S. spp. and S. breviflora; the upward transition is the alpine barren source grassland dominated by S. spp., Kunsheng onion and Artemisia kunlun; at an altitude of 4500 meters above sea level, on the internal slope foothills and rock chip slopes of the mountain, cushion-shaped camel hair quinoa, At an altitude of 4500~5500 meters, the lower part is sparse vegetation, the upper part is a cold weathering zone, and the higher peaks are ice and snow belts.

On the mountain, shrubs and plants are low, among which are groups of Tibetan antelopes, wild yaks, wild asses, etc., do not panic when they see people coming, and gather at the pond with lush water and grass everywhere. The mountain stones here expose the luster of beautiful jade, shining in the sun, which is the so-called "jade out of Kungang". In the more humid western mountains, bighorn sheep graze in the higher grasslands. Green sheep, Ladakh argali, and ibex are scattered on the rocks between the peaks.

In the Kunlun Mountains, many snow-capped mountains stand on the main ridge of its northern section, which is composed of several peaks that rise into the sky. The snow-capped mountains have been around for thousands of years, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round. From a distance, it looks like a natural barrier of ice and snow, and the undulating peaks take care of the thousands of people at the foot of the mountain.

On the north and south sides of the ridge are bedrock cliffs, and in the canyon the Lyshtag glacier lies horizontally, and ice avalanches and avalanches roar endlessly.

This is a secret land that the world has not set foot in, covered with snow, the sun is clear, and the lake next to it is clear and blue, dotted with the beauty of the world.

The sunrise and the sea of clouds, the glaciers and the snow-capped mountains, holy and noble, silent, stand in a distant corner, not happy or sad, see through all the divisions and nights in the world. On the top of the thousand-year-old glacier and on the shore of the snow-capped mountain and holy lake, there are beautiful ...... that make people feel awe-inspiring along the way.

The magnificent sunlight, the pure snow-capped mountains, every breath of air is cold and lonely, mixed with the lingering aroma of grass,...... Anyway, you see, or you don't, it's there.

Fan Xiang rode a big green horse and walked here, and suddenly burst into tears inexplicably. He felt that in the face of this sacred snow-capped mountain, even praise was superfluous and disrespectful.

Each sacred mountain rules a piece of nature, and the majestic Kunlun rules over the entire natural world. For at its feet, any word of praise sees only the tiniest part of it, but ignores the whole of it that it dominies. Yes, in front of such a magnificent nature, there is no word for great beauty, only respect for the heart.

Riding a horse, straight up, not far in front of a single-plank bridge, Fanxiang came to see the map, know that the single-plank bridge is the ancient bridge of Kunlun, cross this bridge, over the Kunlun Pass, soon can reach the mouth of the Zidu River.

"Okay, the bridge isn't long, let's just go over. Fan Xiang stroked Da Qingma's neck and said.

The green horse was quite spiritual, seemed to be able to understand what the master said, neighed, four hooves like flying, and went straight to the Kunlun ancient bridge. Before reaching the ancient bridge, the green horse suddenly stood up, neighed, and took a few steps back, as if he did not dare to go to the bridge.

Fan Xiang grabbed the horse's head and fixed his eyes, only to see a beast as big as a yak lying at the end of the bridge, with four long thick horns on its head, quiet as a big goat, as if asleep. On the rocks behind the beast were several plants shaped like sunflowers, faintly smelling of shallots.

Fanxiang vaguely remembered that there was an ancient book called "Strange Records of Mountains and Seas" in the Caotang Book House: This huge beast that looks like a goat, named Tumo, is a psychic beast that guards the mountains in Kunlun and likes to eat people. The grass on the rocks behind it is shaped like an aoi and tastes like an onion, and eating it can relieve fatigue.

"This guy is sleeping, I'll take a look first. Fan Xiang got off the horse, whispered to himself, walked to the head of the bridge gently, and looked carefully, it was a huge log lapping on the rocks at the top of the two peaks, forming this bridge, although it was only 4 meters long, but the bridge deck was smooth and covered with moss, which was very difficult. Looking under the bridge again, I saw that under the bridge were rocky cliffs and deep streams.

On both sides of the ancient bridge formed by logs, the cliffs are opposite, the rocks are craggy, the valley top is flat, the valley bottom is deep, and the situation is extremely precipitous. The Golmud River, which is formed by the confluence of snow water and spring water from the Kunlun Mountains, flows down from the high mountain valley at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, and the surging river water washes the thousand slate rocks of the river valley for a long time and chises them into a stone gorge valley with a depth of more than 40 meters and a width of several meters, the narrowest part of which is only about 4 meters, which is extremely steep and abnormal.

Just as he was looking under the bridge, the mole stood up, shook the black and slender fluff on his body, and raised his head and let out a long howl, like a wolf's howl. The big green horse was a little panicked and retreated.

Fan Xiang held the reins of the horse tightly and said to the big green horse, "Don't be afraid. As he spoke, he hung the reins of his horse on a tree on the side of the road, drew his broken knife, and stared at the mole at the end of the bridge.

The mole had blood-red eyes, stared at Fanxiang, snorted, bent its front legs slightly, kicked the rock with its hind legs, and suddenly jumped over the wooden bridge and pounced on Fanxiang. Fan Xiang took a step forward, slashed the knife, although the body of the soil mole was stout, but it moved like a rabbit, it was really sensitive, and the four corners of the head were gently swinged, blocking the broken knife aside, and then the head was shaken, and the four corners of the head pierced Fan Xiang's chest and abdomen.

Fan Xiang used the square inch movement method, slid under his feet, and dodged away.

As soon as the front foot of the earth mole hit the ground, the back leg suddenly kicked backwards towards Fan Xiang's back, and it was swift in a single movement.

Fan Xiang did a somersault backwards, like a shock, straddled the back of the earth mole, raised the broken knife and was about to cut off the neck of the earth mole, the earth mole jumped forward and backwards, panting heavily, trying to throw Fan Xiang off the cliff.

Fan Xiang grabbed the long horn on the head of the earth mole with his left hand, suddenly felt compassion, and patted the top of the head of the earth mole with the back of the knife with his backhand, stood up, jumped in front of the earth mole, inserted the broken knife back into his waist, half-bent his body, and clapped his hands at the earth mole.

The earth mole rushed towards Fanxiang again, Fanxiang was not in a hurry, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the long horn of the earthmole tightly, and the dantian ran in one breath, and pressed the head of the earth mole to the ground with force. The earth mole was so powerful that its head was restrained, but it still tried its best to raise its head and frantically shook the incense to the bottom of the cliff. Fanxiang's feet were like a jack drop, nailing the rocks under his feet, trying his best to suppress the long horns of the earth. Time passed little by little, and one beast and one person held on to each other like this, and no one could help anyone.

One man and one beast held each other for half a pillar of incense for a while, Fanxiang suddenly exerted force, shouted, his arm strength increased sharply, his upper body suddenly bent down, his hands twisted as much as he could, and slowly pressed the head of the mole to the ground little by little. The earth mole was finally overwhelmed, its neck weakened, and it slowly fell to the ground.

Fan Xiang waited for the beast to be exhausted, slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and bent forward, ready to fight it again. The earth mole shook his head from side to side, stood up, and looked at Fanxiang, the blood red in his eyes fading. He slowly approached Fanxiang, bent his front legs, as if saluting Fanxiang. When Fan Xiang saw it, she was overjoyed, stretched out her palm and gently stroked the head of the soil mole, smiled slightly, and said, "You are also very good, if you are willing, you can go with me in the future." The earth mole meekly stepped forward, stretched out its tongue, and licked it like a little lamb in the palm of Fanxiang's hand, as if it understood the human will.

"I'm going to have to give you a name, well, I'll call you Dalizai, okay?" Fanxiang gently stroked the slender and supple fluff of the earth mole. Tu Mole stretched out her tongue and licked Fanxiang's palm, and gently rubbed his arm with her head, as if she liked it very much.

"Well, if you like it. From now on, you'll be called Strongboy. Fan Xiang patted the beast's neck, looked at the thick moss on the log, and said to herself, "Let's go." I'm afraid that the big green horse won't be able to cross the bridge by itself, so I'll help it. ”

Fan Xiang looked at the big green horse, and the horse also looked at him, and hissed.

Fan Xiang then tore off a piece of cotton cloth from the placket, blindfolded the horse, held the reins tightly, carefully stepped on the sleek bridge deck, and guided the green horse across the wooden bridge step by step. He stood on the bridge and leaned over to get a bird's eye view, but saw the turbulent river, rushing and roaring in the deep and steep valley, constantly stirring up layers of snow-white waves, and emitting bursts of thunderous roars, which made people dizzy and frightened.

This short distance makes people thrilling when they pass by.

After crossing the Kunlun Ancient Bridge, I picked a few herbs on the rock, and shared the food with a horse and a beast, and my strength was also restored. The horse and the beast rubbed against each other, and they were very affectionate.

A man, a horse and a beast continued to gallop north along the foot of the mountain, and soon came to the Kunlun Pass, after which they went north and went down the foot of the mountain to reach the mouth of the Zidu River.