Although Lu Ming and our yak are the wild yaks he rescued from the mountains, they look really tall and strong, at least one meter three or four, but their foot strength is still far from that of Fu horses, which do not eat fireworks in the world. It was a good feeling that I didn't have to rely on my own feet along the way, and I sat on the Fu horse while enjoying the scenery of the snow-capped mountains while chatting with a few other people, and most of the time was spent so leisurely, except for the ubiquitous cold in the air, everything seemed very beautiful.

It was close to noon on our departure, and it wasn't until the sun was about to set that we actually stepped from a meadow into an area covered in snow and ice. At Lu Ming's suggestion, we set up camp in a place with thin snow, nourished people and livestock, and got up tomorrow morning and started on the road again.

After eating dry food, the equipment we rolled up in the outdoor store finally came in handy, especially the windproof tent that Ye Lin'an had been carrying on his back, which became the most cost-effective thing. In such a snowy field, there is no shelter from the wind, so I don't know how I can sleep.

However, the tent was not very large, and it could fit four people, because we were supposed to count a few of us. Once again, Buddha Hui carried forward the spirit of the high wind and bright festival, stuffed the four of us into the tent, and meditated outside.

Lu Ming may have been more or less influenced by some Tibetan Buddhism, and he has great reverence for Buddhist masters, and he almost had the urge to kowtow to him when he heard that this was a layman who was difficult to invade by frost and snow.

Since coming here, Hu Qiniang seems to be a lot lazy, and she has hardly changed into a human form. Probably because she didn't want to squeeze in with a few of us stinky men, she ran outside by herself. The two newcomers were puzzled and asked why we still had a fox. I told them, "This is no ordinary fox, don't look at her." ”

I slept until midnight, when the wind wailed like a wolf outside the tent, which woke me up from my dream. The four of us were almost huddled together, and I couldn't turn over at all, so I could only look at the looming figure outside the tent to relieve my boredom, and after a long time, I got used to the wind in my ears a little, and gradually fell asleep again.

When I came up the second time, it was still dark, only the distant edge was slightly white. There is still a time difference between here and Beijing time, so it is not very early.

One of the things that makes snow-capped mountains better than deserts is that there is never a shortage of water. I grabbed some snow from the ground, held it in my hand for a while, and it turned into a pile of snow water.

Lu Ming smiled and said to me: "After entering the Snow Mountain, you should quit this habit of washing your face." The oil secreted by the human face is also your protection to some extent. Walking inside, the wind is full of snow, and the thin skin and tender meat can't stand this. Look at me. I also pointed to his unshaven face, and although he had used his dirty methods to maintain it, I still felt that the wind and frost had ravaged him.

Today, we have started the journey to really go deep into the Kunlun Snow Mountain. I could clearly feel that the depth of the snow under Fu Ma's feet had gradually thickened from the thin snow of four or five centimeters last night to ten, twenty, and thirty centimeters, and the depth of the snow was probably far more than that.

Lu Ming is not deceiving, the wind has already blown a few snowflakes from the mountains or the ground towards us, blowing to the face is extremely cold, I can't help but pull the collar of my clothes a little higher.

Lu Ming sometimes felt sorry for the yak, and would come down and lead the yak for a while. But he himself was a man of his own age, and it was impossible for him to be as strong as his father had been in his previous youth, and it was very difficult to walk in the snow, and it was impossible to climb on the back of an ox when he walked for a while. In this way, almost the boring one passed, and after the night camp, Comrade Guide was the most tired.

Tonight was not the same as yesterday, and it took us a long time to shovel a thick layer of snow off the camp floor. The layer near the ground is completely frozen, I don't know how many years it has been frozen, and it is very hard. It was also with great difficulty that we made a few holes, fixed the tent, and a few people wrapped in quilts and huddled together to feel some warmth.

Buddha Hui unexpectedly asked us for a stack of quilts this time, and I thought he was almost unable to hold on, thinking that the five of them would have to make it back to back for one night. Who knew that he took the quilt and folded a cave-like shape in the leeward part of the tent, and Hu Qiniang got in. Lu Ming and Yuan Shan only felt that the masters of Buddhism were caring, but Ye Lin'an and I both felt that there was something wrong with this matter.

The wind in the night woke me up again. The tent shook much more often than it did yesterday, and when I looked at the roof, I was worried that it would fly away. Thankfully, it didn't happen until I fell asleep again.

Lu Ming didn't need a compass along the way, the mountain he had here was like a sign, he knew it at a glance.

By the afternoon of the neighboring four, he was already very close to the Kunlun ruins he knew. At this time, the wind was continuous, and the snow was constantly rolling up from the ground, hitting us, and the extreme cold made me feel that my skin would crack at any moment, and tears and snot could not stop flowing down.

Later, we improved our working method, although this method seems a bit shameless, but there is no better way - Buddha Hui is not afraid of the cold? He was not air, so he sat in front of us, and became a wall of people against the wind and snow. He's happy to do it, so it's not a bully.

It works so well that we can sit in the back and keep our heads down for a while from the cold.

To be bitter, the most bitter is indeed the guide Lu Ming, he not only has to observe the terrain at all times, but also has to work hard to command the stubborn yak to move forward, it seems that this cow really still retains some wildness, when it goes to the depths of the snowy mountains, it seems more and more reluctant.

It's funny to get up, when I set up camp at night, I don't know if Yuan Shan felt sorry for Lu Ming to drive the cow too hard, and pulled out the needle on the cow "歘歘歘" is three needles, and the yak was much more honest at that time. Lu Ming tried it, and let it go east, which made him sigh: "After taming it for many years, it is not as good as you for three seconds." While I watched, I couldn't help but secretly marvel that this acupuncture method can be used on the cow, on the one hand, it is clear that he has good acupuncture, and on the other hand, he also knows the meridian acupuncture points of the cow.

Lu Ming, if it goes well, we will be able to reach that huge ice field tomorrow morning. So after eating dry food, drinking ice fountains melted by the stove, and the snow on the ground was too thick, we took turns to go into the tents and carefully pack our belongings. Take out the things necessary to deal with the Ice Field Snow Mountain, because there are some places in front of Lu Ming, where the yak can't go, and Fu Ma probably can't go up, so he can only rely on his own hands and feet.

I don't know why, when the wind reaches the night, it will strengthen exponentially, which may be the reason why Lu Ming has to camp every time it is not dark. I took out the stone compass given to me by the old shopkeeper, and looked at it in combination with the way we came, what would it look like if we were all the way west to the Kunlun Ruins? Can Ming really see it? I lay in my tent and thought.

In fact, I have some doubts in my heart, it's not that Lu Ming is not a bad person, but can he really reach the Kunlun Ruins in the cross smoothly just by relying on him? If Kunlun Ruins is really so easy to go, then how does he maintain its mystery today? But then again, if it's really hard to go, why can those people in the Dark Sect go? Could it be that among them, there are still masters?

I just felt that I had adapted to some of the rumors, and I thought I would be able to sleep well today, but I didn't expect to be woken up directly by Buddha Hui in the middle of the night by opening the tent: "Get up, something happened." ”

Something went wrong? What's up? The four Rao in the tent reacted to me as the slowest, and even the eldest Lu Ming jumped up from the ground before I got up. Until my head poked out of the tent, I heard nothing but the wind.

However, when I came out, I could see clearly that not far in front of us, halfway up the snow-capped mountain, a group of about fifteen tall primates were clubbing there, looking at us motionlessly. I don't know if anyone else can see this distance except for me and Buddha, because there is hardly any light in the night, and there is a lot of wind and snow, and their outlines are a little blurred.

"Can you see what it is?" Ye Lin'an asked me in my ear. But because the wind was so loud, maybe he was already loud.

"I don't know, the hands and feet are a bit like chimpanzees, the hair on their bodies is very long, and their faces are also black, but they grin with their teeth, like they are fucking laughing?" I told him.

Seeing that they didn't make any further moves, I asked Lu Ming, "Have you ever seen a chimpanzee in the snowy mountains before?"

But when I turned my head, I realized that he was more nervous at this time, and the muscles on his face were shaking a little, and I didn't know if he heard me asking. Seeing him so nervous, I thought it was nothing just now, and I was also a little emotionally driven by him.

But on second thought, we have several capable people here, and the two of us are relatively wasteful, so what is there to be afraid of?

I leaned close to his ear and said, "Do you know what's up ahead?"

He was called back to his soul by me, and he held back for a while before saying, "This... This is the mountain spirit. ”