To help or not to help, Qian Bufan's mind is handed over by heaven and man. Forget it, in the end, I decided to secretly hide them in the Sumeru pocket, which saved their lives and did not change their lives and fate.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and the speed of progress has become almost zero, and everyone seems to have slowly given up the desire to survive, and is just instinctively taking steps.

"Don't give up!"

Although the roar of the village chief exhausted his body, the effect was minimal, and another yak stopped, which almost broke the entire procession forward, and the owner of the yak refused to leave again, leaning on the yak and sitting in the snow.

"Young man, it seems that we can't survive this game, if you have the strength, run desperately in that direction", the village chief pointed to the hill in front of him, and said to Qian Bufan: "Huzi, you put it down, keep your physical strength, and you must live." ”

For the sake of the entire clan, the village chief naturally would not go alone, so he could only stay and endure the terrifying weather together.

"Camp in place, all the yaks in a circle, and everyone sit close to each other", the village chief soon resumed his leadership work and began to direct everyone, working for the glimmer of hope of survival.

"Maybe that's the meaning of life, no matter what the end result is, at least you're doing your best to survive." Qian Bufan's mind was empty, this little thing may not be as magnificent and turbulent as the three thousand sycamores that he felt at the beginning, but this is the life he feels closely, which is different from the virtual perception.

"Uncle, believe in yourself, you will definitely survive."

Qian Bufan put down the tiger on his back and handed it to the villagers, and then floated into the air, and for a while, the villagers of this group forgot the existence of the wind and snow, and looked at this god-like existence.

Qian Bufan quickly pinched his fingers, and set up a defensive formation with this condensed determination as the core, and then, a spherical cover enveloped everyone, and inside the cover, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the big guys came back to their senses, and knelt down and kowtowed to Qian Bufan to thank him.

Qian Bufan fell down and stood in front of everyone: "Big guy, hurry up, it's tormenting me like this." ”

"God, you are the god who God arranged to save us", the village chief's eyes were full of tears, which was too excited for the uncle who had already made a last wish in his heart to express his excitement.

"Uncle, take everyone here to wait for the pause of the blizzard, and then continue to migrate, thank you for bringing me life insights", Qian Bufan bowed to everyone, and everyone immediately knelt down to respond.

When everyone raised their heads, they found that except for the few yaks that they had given up before, they had returned, and Qian Bufan had disappeared.

Later, after the group of Tibetans returned to safety, they cast a bronze statue of Qian Bufan according to everyone's memory, which was worshipped and respected as a god from generation to generation, of course, this was not known to Qian Bufan.

After Qian Bufan left the group of Tibetans, he did not fly quickly, but chose to move forward in this snow-capped mountain, with more than 2,000 kilometers of mountain ranges up and down.

When it got dark, Qian Bufan did not go home, but chose to spend the night in this mountain range.

The empty space, the silvery earth, and the exceptionally clear starry sky, Qian Bufan had an open-air overnight in college before, this is the second time in his life.

I still remember in college, a little friend fell out of love and invited Qian Bufan to the school's small playground, on the football field of the artificial turf, two people snuggled up to the goal, the girl kept telling about her miserable experience, and the boy, the only thing he cared about was when these mosquitoes could eat their stomachs, and until four o'clock in the morning, Qian Bufan finally couldn't stay up, and ran around the playground again and again, and the two bare legs that had been bitten by countless mosquitoes in several bags were unrecognizable and useless......

The topic ran away, Qian Bufan took out a tent and tried to camp in the snow, but the soft soil made him give up...... In desperation, the night walk......

I never thought that there was an adventure in the night, no, there was an elegant sound of the flute not far away, which undoubtedly added a touch of mystery to this empty space, of course, for ordinary people, the sound of the flute in the middle of the night is still a little scary. Qian Bufan looked at the direction of the sound: a woman in white, a bonfire, a yak, there was a love affair with the cow in ancient times, and now he sees a to the cow, but this cow is not the other cow, the yak is quite fascinated by listening, is it a low roar to express a unique opinion on the sound of the flute.

"Excuse me girl", waiting for the song to finish, Qian Bufan walked over to say hello to the woman in white.

Although she didn't expect to meet a living person in the snowy mountains at night, the girl in white was also generous, signaling that it was okay, and then put the jade flute in her hand into the box on her lap and didn't say anything.

Qian Bufan was originally a talking basket, and after only holding it for a few minutes, he couldn't help but start a conversation box with this stranger: "Girl, why are you alone in this snowy night?" ”

"I'm from the mountains, what's wrong here?"

The woman in white has a thin veil on her face, and she can't see her face, but listening to the crisp and pleasant voice, it is estimated that her appearance will not be bad.

"No, no, I just didn't expect to meet you here at this time, but it was abrupt."

"Childe, you're from the world, right?"

"If what I'm trying to say to the girl is the same thing, yes."

"There is a training on the ancestors, my people must not have too much to do with the people of the world, so, sorry, I quit!"

The woman in white cleaned up the snow on the mat, hung her belongings on the yak, and prepared to leave, Qian Bufan was puzzled in her heart and thought of a legend.

Legend has it that there is a mysterious family in the snow mountain, guarding the snow mountain for generations, there was an expedition team that was rescued by a mysterious person when it encountered an avalanche, but then disappeared without leaving a trace, this goes back to the biography of the Ming Dynasty, Qian Bufan is also more fond of history and wild history, so he accidentally turned to see.

Could it be that this girl's family has something to do with the biography of that wild history?

Qian Bufan was naturally unwilling to give up any clues, and said directly to the girl: "Girl, there is no other meaning, I just want to ask, does the girl know that there are descendants of Qingluan left in this Kunlun Mountains?" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a worldly person, exploring some Chinese myths and legends, so I came here in this snowy mountain."

"Liar, there is no legend about the descendants of Qingluan in the outside world, how can you know, hurry up and tell your identity, otherwise I will be welcome", the woman in white pulled out a knife, not a cold weapon, but a weapon with a laser.