"I've been sleeping for a long time, it's been nearly 200 million years."

"Then what are you afraid of now, it's still early."

"There are no years in the mountains, boy, do you think that just 100 million years can make you a warrior who can withstand destruction? Do you know how many chosen ones like you are devoured with each destruction? ”

"The immortality of the Chosen One has no effect on destruction."

"I don't have any ambition to be a hero, and I'm not a hero at all, so let other chosen ones do what they can do to resist destruction, and I can be content to accompany my family to die of old age, sickness and death with peace of mind."

"Everyone has their own aspirations, maybe your choice is also right, I don't force you, if one day you change your mind, you can come to me again. These four spirit beasts are the descendants of my old friend, so let me guide them first. ”

There is no prompt to complete the task, which, it seems that this is not the goal of this mission: "Senior Stone, I will hand them over to you for guidance later, and now I still need them to accompany me to complete a task." ”

"It's okay, by the way, you can also bring that puppy back by the way, I haven't seen this breed yet, I have to study it carefully."

Qian Bufan has no choice but to pray for prosperity and fortune.

Since the Amazon rainforest was not the source of the mission, Qian Bufan decided to start with Chinese mythology, starting with Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West, which is said to be the birthplace of the mythical beast Luan Feng.

The Kunlun Mountains, also known as Kunlun Xu, China's first sacred mountain, the mountain of ten thousand ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Jade Mountain. It is the backbone of the mountain system in central Asia and the western mountain system of China. The mountain range starts from the eastern part of the Pamir Plateau in the west, traverses Xinjiang and Tibet, and extends to Qinghai, with a total length of about 2,500 kilometers, an average altitude of 5,500-6,000 meters, a width of 130-200 kilometers, narrow in the west and wide in the east, with a total area of more than 500,000 square kilometers. Mount Kunlun has a prominent position of "the ancestor of ten thousand mountains" in the cultural history of the Chinese nation, and the ancients called Kunlun Mountain the "ancestor of the dragon vein" of China.

Although the current Kunlun Mountains are not a fairyland on earth, they are not comparable to ordinary scenic spots. However, it must not be easy to find clues little by little in this long mountain range, Qian Bufan sat on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and performed the "recovery of all things", and suddenly, bursts of friendly greetings came to his face.

Qian Bufan quietly communicated with these original residents and discussed some useful information from them. A 10,000-year-old tree told him that the matter of Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West, was real, although he was just an ordinary tree at that time, but he had a deep impression; A snow lotus who had cultivated in a cave in the mountains told him that her grandmother had also seen Qingluan, and that she had left descendants after she went out with the Queen Mother of the West, but the Kunlun Mountains covered a wide area and did not know where they were......

Qian Bufan didn't notice that with the exchange of souls, his soul power grew like a fly in this clear and bright environment, and the perceptible range of his soul also expanded from dozens of miles to hundreds of kilometers.

"What is the Word?" Qian Bufan suddenly had such a question in his heart that haunted him from beginning to end but kept changing the answer.

Thoughts drifted away along the snow-capped mountains......

In the snow-capped mountains, a group of Tibetans were driving yaks to migrate to the pasture, and the leading village chief stopped to test the humidity of the air, and his face was a little not good: "A heavy snowstorm is coming, everyone hurry up." Qian Bufan's thoughts stopped on the team and the cows, and he knew that the wind and snow were less than 30 kilometers away from the convoy, that is, two hours later, the group of Tibetans would have to face the heavy snowstorm.

"Village chief, Huzi can't hold it anymore", a man in his forties walked out of the team in the snow, came to the village chief, and whispered to the village chief.

"Pick two people out and take turns carrying him", the village chief made a wise choice, in such an environment, stopping is death.

Qian Bufan retracted his perception, and instantly let himself appear more than ten meters in front of the group of Tibetans, squatting on the snow, and his vision was still very good at this time, so the villagers quickly found such a lost tourist and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Young man, how are you resting here? The snowstorm is coming, if you don't dislike it, you can follow us and hurry, everyone together, there are more people to take care of. ”

"Uncle, thank you, I'm lost here alone, and I'm worried about what to do."

The village chief poured Qian Bufan a bowl of hot butter tea and urged everyone to continue to move forward.

"Young man, in this snowy land, try to talk as little as possible, maintain your strength, if there is anything to do over this snowy mountain, old man, I will drink with you."

"Okay, uncle", Qian Bufan retracted what he wanted to say, and silently followed the middle of the team, sensing that the blizzard was already very close to them, and it should be caught up in less than half an hour.

The experienced village chief obviously also felt the heavier and heavier cold and humidity in the air, and his face became more and more anxious when he saw that there was still a long distance from the mountain.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"The wind and snow are coming, and it seems that we can't get over this snowy mountain in time."

"Then why don't you camp and wait?"

"In my experience, the scale of this snowstorm should not be small, our reserves of food may not be enough, if we don't cross the mountain, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this weather!"

Facing this strange young man, the village chief couldn't care about maintaining his physical strength, and just wanted to get rid of the worries in his heart.

Qian Bufan didn't know how to pick it up, at this time, he only chose to be an ordinary person quietly and experience the hardships of Tibetans in the snow. As time passed, the wind and snow finally arrived, and as the village chief said, the wind and snow were very heavy and the speed was also very fast.

"Keep going, don't stop!"

"Big brother, it's better to carry him for me, I'm in good health", Qian Bufan saw the pressure of the herdsmen and offered to help carry the tiger who had lost his mobility.

"Are you okay?" The Tibetans are very simple, and although they are very tired, they still ask with concern.

Qian Bufan proved his strength with his actions, and his speed of walking with a tiger on his back was still very vigorous.

"It's a man!"

When the whole team was wrapped in wind and snow, everyone's progress became extremely difficult, and the big guys could only hide on the side of the yak to resist, but the bad weather actually affected the yak's mobility, and two of them even began to stay in place and were unwilling to continue to move forward.

"What to do, village chief", the yak's owner almost roared, but the voice that came out was still fragile.

"If it doesn't work, just give up, and the others move on!"

Yaks are the hope of herders and their relatives, and the pain of parting is of course deep in the bone marrow.

Tears could not flow, so they could only be swallowed in their stomachs......