This line in the no-man's land, in fact, must pass through Lop Nur.

This can't help but remind me of a lot of past events, especially when my life was at stake, and I was saved by a group of Yin soldiers. I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my heart, there wouldn't be any one, a group of Yin soldiers would also use knives to cut me, right?

In this season, through the desert, the wind and sand are cold, and there is almost no stopping whistling of the wind next to the ears, and the sound of ordinary strange screams that are sometimes transformed by the terrain. Along the way, I told Ye Lin'an and them the story of my time in Loulan in the curtain year, which was regarded as a relief from boredom.

Ye Lin'an asked me if I was on the way anyway, would I like to go over and have a look? I just shook my head vigorously. I'm in this position now, and I'm ashamed. What they are trying to protect, I'm sabotaging. Such a surface is better than not seeing.

At night, a few of us slept leaning on a leeward place on the Yadan landscape. I, Ye Lin'an and Hu Qiniang all can't wait to wrap themselves in a zongzi, only Buddha Hui is really difficult to invade by frost and snow, meditating majestically in the cold wind, I am envious. I remember the first time I met this guy, it was in Xiao Fang's hometown on the mountain, it was a heavy snow, and he wore so little.

There, it could have been a turning point in my life, I could have continued to live happily ever after Xiao Fang and I, but look at the present... It would be nice to go back to where it was.

Fu Ma's foot strength is really good, on the way to the west also encountered a sandstorm, we can hardly open our eyes, can only wrap their cat on the horse, fortunately Fu Ma will not be affected by this, our "compass" is also invincible, after three treks, we brought half of the water left, we successfully entered the westernmost city of X Province.

Here, we can already see the Kunlun Mountains from afar, with some peaks covered with perennial snow that look quite sacred in the sun.

We happened to bump into a village on the edge of a lake on our way. In this late spring season, the scenery under the mountain here is still very beautiful. Seeing that the public facilities here are very backward, we thought that there should be no problem to go in, so we planned to go in and buy some supplies.

We went to several stores to inquire where there were shops or something, but without exception we were told that there were not, because all kinds of items in their daily life were either sent by the merchant or bought at the big market at home. Helplessly, we can't wait for the merchant here, so we can only go door-to-door to collect some useful things. However, the villagers are not black-hearted, and even take great care of them, and they don't know if the prices here are very touching.

Although there are no shops, the people here are not surprised at all by us outsiders, and even the official level can still be understood. Because their village is almost the last stop in Kunlun, there are often people who enter the mountains will pass by here, some come to enjoy the scenery, some are exploring, and some are unwilling to know the intention. Some of them were able to come down from the mountains safely, while others did not see them back to their villages.

Seeing that it was not too early, we decided to have a good night's rest and start the journey tomorrow. The villagers here are indeed not very xenophobic, we didn't have to talk much to find a house to spend the night, although there was no bed for us, we made a bunk in his house, but 200 yuan also covered us for two meals still made us feel that it was a good deal.

After eating, everything was cleaned up, and somehow, my body started to feel a little strange, very uncomfortable, but there was nothing wrong with it. I wondered if I was too tired along the way, and now that I found a safe haven, my body has involuntarily slackened in advance?

Just lay down, "Bang bang bang!" "Suddenly, there was a slamming of the door, which scared a few of us.

When the door opened, a man and the landlord could be heard talking outside the room, but it was mostly in the local dialect, and we didn't understand a few words.

It didn't take long for someone to knock on our door: "A few guests, our guide here is here, I want to meet you, is it convenient to enter?"

Wizard? Damn, are the guides here so proactive in looking for business?

Ye Lin'an opened the door very heartily and let the landlord at the door, who claimed to be a guide, in. This is a middle-aged and elderly man in his forties and fifties, with a somewhat middle-aged greasy figure, but he has a spiritual aura that cannot be hidden, just like Ye Lin'an.

After seeing us. He smiled very kindly, using very standard Mandarin: "Hello, I'm disturbing your rest, but I heard that you are about to enter the mountain, so I have the courage to ask if you need a guide, I am most familiar with the things in the mountains."

After the landlord sent him in, he felt bored and went out. The door was closed, and there were only four of us left, Hu Qiniang turned back to her original form and nested in the quilt and didn't bother to come out.

"Come, please be seated." Ye Lin'an took a chair for him, and then said, "I'm afraid you may not know about this place we are going to."

"Oh? Are you? The guide took the chair, sat on it with his buttocks, and looked at Ye Lin'an with interest.

"Kunlun Ruins." Ye Lin'an. My heart Uncle Ye, your heart is also getting bigger and bigger, shouldn't we keep it secret?

Who knew that the guide was not particularly surprised when he heard this, and after a little thought, he said: "Kunlun Ruins... You're really glad you ran into me, no one else here may know about it, but I know this place. If you want to hear it, I can tell you the story. ”

Who wouldn't want to listen to a story? With our permission, the guide told the story that almost ran through him.

It turned out that the guide's father was also a guide, at that time the opening had just been carried out, and the land of Kunlun attracted a lot of attention at home and abroad, and there were often mountaineers, painters, explorers, and treasure hunters starting from their village and entering the deepest part of the Kunlun Snow Mountain. At that time, guidance and translation became almost the most popular profession in the village.

His father grew up playing in the mountains, so he became a guide as a matter of course, and because he was young, he quickly became famous, and the family lived a good life. But the good times didn't last long, when he was seven or eight years old, I remember that a father came back to take over a big job with his mother, and it was a group of people who wanted to find Kunlun Ruins. The mother was worried about the safety of this business, but the father was a vague legend, and he just brought them back when they were disappointed.

When his father set off, the guide's mother took him to see him off as usual, this was nothing special, but the guide was old at that time, but he remembered a few foreign appearances.

After half a month, my father had not returned for a long time, and my mother calculated that the supplies she had brought were enough, so she became nervous. The guide also often ran down the mountain to wait for his father. After another four or five years, his father did not come down, but a foreigner came down, and the guide took him back to the house, but no one understood what the man did. In the end, the foreigner drew something like a map on a piece of paper, pointed to a point in the mountains on the map, gestured with his hand to cut his neck, and left with his equipment.

Both the Guide and her mother's knew what had happened, but from then on, the Guide had vowed to carry his father's body back from the snowy mountains. The map drawn by the foreigner seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he recalled it day and night.

When he was fifteen years old, he challenged that place for the first time, but he nearly died due to his lack of experience. Later, the second time, the third time ... It wasn't until the sixth time that he approached the area and found the body of a foreigner in the team, and it was determined that they had been killed here. But he searched around for a long time, but he found his father.

After that, he went to that place dozens of times, but all in vain. However, by chance, he found a huge ice field in a snowy mountain pile. It was a place where time stood still, and the ice was as cold as he had heard others pass. He felt that this unusual place was Kunlun Ruins.

But several times he wanted to enter the ice field, he gave up because it was too dangerous. And he was inexplicably nervous whenever he got there, as if his father had told him not to go over.

Time has passed, and now that his mother has passed away, the idea of finding his father has faded a lot, but the experience he has accumulated many times in the snowy mountains has made him an excellent guide, and he is very familiar with everything in the mountains. So when I heard that there was another group of people from the village, I wanted to come and talk about business. I didn't expect that we wanted to go to Kunlun Ruins, and he patted his chest to take us over.

After listening to his story, Ye Linan smiled and said: "Okay, you leave a name and surname, and we will discuss it again, and if necessary, I will find you to go up the mountain with you."

The guide: "It's so easy, you just ask the landlord to find me." My name is Lu Ming. ”

After sending off the guide, Ye Linan asked me: "Zhou Hua, do you know how to find Kunlun Ruins?"

I shook my head, my kung fu was far from that. He asked Buddha Hui again, and Buddha Hui also shook his head.

"Then it seems that we can only try our luck with him as a guide first. When the time comes, it will be best to walk around and see if there is anything you find..."

I still had my own concerns: "Uncle Ye, is it really good to let an outsider get involved in this kind of thing?"

"I don't want outsiders to come in, but I don't have the same concerns as you, I don't worry about him leaking our secrets, I just think that if this doesn't work out, he'll take it like us... It's a pity that it would be too difficult for a few of us to look aimlessly in this mountain. ”

I thought to myself, Uncle Ye, you really have a bodhisattva heart.