Batang grassland, on the shore of the Fairy Lake.

Dolma breathed the breath of the grassland again and sang a beautiful pastoral song.

In front of her is a plateau lake of more than 1,000 acres.

The water is crystal clear, and the surface of the lake is sparkling, reflecting the majestic mountains.

On the shore of the lake, the grass is green, and there are white sheep running.

They are being chased by Alice and have to run.

Wukong and Louis are catching fish in the lake, and Yezi and Nyima are tidying up a newly erected yurt.

It's been two days since they've been here, and they're just starting to prepare for the camp today.

Snow Mountain Nima is not lying, this is her home, five years ago, when the Fairy Lake was still a pasture, she grazed a large herd of sheep and goats.

From Lhasa to here, it took a day and a night to drive from Snow Mountain Nyima.

Her private car was parked fifty kilometers away in a town called Guri.

To get to this point in the valley, you have to climb over two mountains, there is no road, no waterway, only a side road that only shepherds know.

Snow Mountain Nima Valley bought a brand new Long Vision, on the banks of the Lhasa River, a lot of things happened in the Shangri-La medicinal herb market, and the Snow Mountain Nima Commercial Bank caught fire and died.

The Shangri-La Gambling Stone Museum was temporarily closed.

There is gossip that some high-level treasure hunters and gamblers have left Lhasa to compete for a golden meteorite......

Snow Mountain Nima said that it is not safe to go anywhere now, so she will hide here for a while and go out when there is news.

Dolma raised his hands to agree, and Yezi didn't have any opinions, so it was decided.

Here, there was originally a family of shepherds.

They rented a small ranch in Nyima, a snow-capped mountain.

Early this morning, they left behind a hundred sheep, ten yaks, and a yurt, and drove the sheep to the autumn pastures ten kilometers away, leaving this pure, dream-like paradise to its original owner.

They were going to keep one mastiff, but the three mastiffs in their family became frightened when they saw that there was no space, and they ran a kilometer away before crouching down and barking wildly.

Snow Mountain Nyima can only refuse their kindness.

Unlike Dangbusiri, the Batang grassland here has trees on the hills, primeval forests, and plenty of fuel, so you don't have to pick up cow dung.

The beasts in the mountains are also more dangerous, not only wolves and bears, but also foxes and swift leopards.

Keeping the flock safe requires more than double the effort.

Snow Mountain Nima chose a big sheep and asked two "women" to kill it for today's dinner.

Two "men" were ordered to go to the mountains to collect firewood.

Alice's mind is less than seven years old, she is a child, and she can play at will.

In the evening, Wukong and Louis each returned to the yurt with a bundle of lumber on their backs.

They found a large fallen tree, with dry branches enough for them to last a long time.

Wukong and Louis each chose a wooden stick the size of an egg, which was intended to be used as a weapon to drive away wild beasts during the night vigil.

The Batang grassland is a protected area, where hunting is not allowed, and herders are not allowed to have hunting rifles.

In the woods, traces of wild beasts can be seen everywhere.

A roaring bonfire burned.

Snow Mountain Nyima hangs an iron pot to cook mutton, plus some wild mushrooms that can be seen everywhere, and the cooked mutton is more delicious than any restaurant in Lhasa.

She and Dolma enjoy this kind of life.

After eating, everyone chatted, drank tea, and sang around the bonfire until the bonfire went out and the busy day was over.

No space and Louie are the night watchmen of course.

The night sky of the Batang grassland is clearer than that of Dangbuxili, and on moonless nights, the stars reflect the lake, swaying out countless fragmented dreams.

There is no time to raise the wooden stick and practice the "Wand Method".

He was puzzled, and the feeling of penetrating time and space disappeared. The small abdomen, the germinating seedling, is half an inch tall.

It shouldn't be. He had always trusted his instincts, and that time it was very solid.

Unless...... I don't think it must be a problem with wooden sticks.

The iron rod sent by Senior Brother Wuyu stayed in Lhasa.

He put aside the iron rod for a moment and used the wooden rod to practice the second and third forms of the "Fu Wand Method": left strike, right strike.

These are two movements, and after being proficient, they need to be done in one go.

There is no time to silently recite the "Stroking Staff Method".

"Ding", immersed in the strange space, the Sky Snow Archmage raised the iron rod and struck: Start, knock!

I knocked without space, but I was a step too late and was hit by my master.

The space shattered, and he saw three fragments.

Louis took the wooden stick and followed Wukong to practice, and Wukong said, you should practice knocking first.

Three fragments...... Wukong is already very proficient...... Block the knock of the master to see the next move...... There is no time to select the ninth style of the "Fu Wand Method", block!

"Louie, your left hand, is it alright?" Wukong asked.

"The third day will be fine."

Three days...... There is no time to think......

"Louie. Come hit me. "There is no empty way.

"Really?" Louis was overjoyed, raised the stick, knocked!

No empty hands to raise a stick, block!

Louie knock! No Neutrals! The two of them practiced sweating and enjoying until they ...... Louie's stick broke, and he had to stop.

"Thank you, Chino." Louis took off his coat and went to the lake to wash.

He felt that he was making rapid progress, and Wukong was always pointing him and correcting his movements.

Louie found a hint of a strong man's feelings.

Alice held her sleeping bag and spread it next to Wukong, resolutely not sleeping in the yurt.

Before going to bed, she whispered, "Brother, take me into the garden." ”

I want to go even if I don't have time, and it has been ten days since Alice's surgery.

At midnight, I don't have time to take a nap and sit up slowly.

He looked up at the starry sky and felt more relaxed and comfortable than he had ever been.

The Batang grassland is cleaner than that of Danbucili, and in the starry sky, there are no drones, and there is no undetectable sense of depression.

I didn't have time to take out four cordyceps, pinch two of them tightly, and stuff them into my ears.

He grabbed a handful of fine sand and depicted a wooden door of flawless light, and under the door, it was old black.

"Ding", no space immersed in the quiet world, the wooden door of flawless light, wrapped in an arc of colorful light.

The whitebait seesaw has changed, the fish head has become a horse head, the old black horse head, lifelike, very happy.

Alice was the first to jump out and jump on the seesaw, and a string of numbers appeared above the old black's head, which was 1.21.

Then there was the night, she stepped on the seesaw, and the number above the old black head was 1.05.

Their spirits have become heavier.

Louie's spirit came out.

He winced as he looked at the horse's head seesaw under the wooden door of the flawless light, and at the depths of the garden, in front of the statue of the goddess Gaza, Alice and Yazi, who were copying the small blackboard.

"You can't go in, you'll be eaten by the black." There are no empty passages; "You're too light."

"You need to exercise."

"Come hit me."

Louis had an extra iron rod in his hand, and he had no time to stand in front of him, and he also had an extra iron rod in his hand.

Louis was about to knock when a spirit appeared, it was Snow Mountain Nima.

She looked curiously at the flawless light, at Louie without emptiness.

"You can go in." Wukong said.

"Thank you, little mage." Snow Mountain Nima entered the colorful arc of light and stepped on the seesaw.

A string of numbers floated above the old black's head: 1.45.

The spirit of faith is heavier.

Louis watched with envy as she joined up with Elle and Yoko.

Wukong said, "Come and hit me." ”

Louis raised the iron rod and struck it hard!

No space, block.