Soon on the road, Yan Xiaomei and Qin Tianyou were in the front of a few cars, Zhu Zhigang and Chu Mingyang were arranged on the big truck behind, because the back was loaded with the head of the "Hating Heaven Corpse", Song Qingli should not know, because this was specially handled by Aunt Qing, the scene of the "Hating Sky Corpse" defrauding the corpse was clearly visible, and those who knew about it must not be sloppy in this matter.

Chu Mingyang was still worried about Song Qingli giving him the paper man, looking at the car in front of him, with Song Qingli sitting on it, he was very unhappy, "Damn, this old pervert, these few can't do their best, and they can't fool your uncle and me, if you meet a real woman in the future, if there is anything inside, how will this make Master Chu face Jiangdong's father in the future?" ”

"Gangzi, during the time I was in the hospital, Song Qingli didn't give you a few papier-mâché girls?"

"Nope"

"Liar!" Chu Mingyang looked incredulous, and secretly cursed a few words in his heart, "But how can a real man be able to block that feeling?" "Fat people generally don't want to think too much about things, this sentence seems to be true" "I fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he found that he had passed the Tong Pass."

I saw Zhu Zhigang looking in the direction of the west, his eyes were straight, the window was open, and the breeze was gradually blowing. He whispered: "Could it be that the final destination of the Zhonglang Seal Lord is still going to fall on the Heaven Hating Corpse?" Why did the original Jin Futu look so strange when they saw me, and I don't know if they came out of King Kang's tomb? ”

Chu Mingyang answered blankly: "That old guy of Jinfutu is not so easy to die, and that cold moon, they still don't know where to be chic."

Zhu Zhigang smiled, "Do you know where we are?" ”

"Don't know?" Chu Mingyang pointed to the gradually desolate scene outside, and the desolation gradually rose. "If you go further west, you really don't poop."

There is a saying that "the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass", after passing the Tong Pass is the Yumen Pass, here is the majestic but lonely and lonely side stopper, but also the long river sunset round has cultivated so many poets.

"The place where the Yarkand River originates, there is a glacier there, and there is a legend of the Yang God under the glacier, what Lao Song said when he got into the car, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse" Zhu Zhigang shook his head with some self-deprecation

Chu Mingyang climbed over from the back row and asked, "What do you mean?" Gangzi to tell the truth, is your Zhonglang seal broken? ”

"It's really broken" Zhu Zhigang took out the half of the seal from his arms, and a crack was clearly visible on it. "Fatty, I don't know if you've heard of it, Zhonglangyin is not bad, you can't see it clearly, can you see it clearly now?"

The fat man nodded, his eyes twinkling, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is nothing to say on the road, in the evening of the third day, the weather has cooled a lot, and the quilt must be covered at night, the weather is good in the past two days, and the sunset can be vaguely seen next to the high mountains, and below is a Gobi, tidal flats, and grasslands.

On the fourth day, when they camped at night, it was a relatively flat basin area, where the altitude was more than five thousand meters, and the rapid altitude increase made many people have altitude sickness, especially Song Qingli's face was flushed, dizzy and black, and he talked nonsense from time to time.

Before going to bed, Song Qingli, who was seriously anti-high, was still in the mood to let people come to the message, "The destination is almost here"

Straight up the Yarkand River, on the fifth day, taking advantage of the brief moment when the fog had disappeared, they saw a huge glacier on which the snow stretched for thousands of miles, and the steep mountain wall was vertical like a great sword slanted into the earth.

Underneath the glacier is a green meadow, like an iceberg floating on top of a patch of green. When the car reached the position of the pasture, it was found that there was no way up, and if it wanted to continue walking, it was necessary to fail.

At this time, a man with a turban on his face got out of the car in front of him, not too tall, and his figure was very well-proportioned, and said to everyone: "Let's rest here early today, let's trim it"

Among the entourage that Song Qingli was referring to, there were five people in addition to the few drivers he was looking for.

The one who wears the headscarf is the person in charge of the operation said by the old Song Shu, surnamed Du, always wearing a pair of glasses, at first glance is an intellectual, and he is also methodical in speaking and doing things, all the way over in the past few days, his people are also elegant, setting up tents, cooking, professionalism can be seen between actions, logistics support, the girl who fiddled with the instrument is surnamed Hu, and there are two young men who have just graduated, Xiao Song and Xiao Yang are familiar with Zhu Zhigang, and every time they set up camp, they always run over to sit with Zhu Zhigang and talk about the mountains.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Chu, come over for dinner"

The one who shouted them was Li Jinlong, a northeasterner, five big and three coarse, but he was enthusiastic and his heart was very fine, and he was responsible for every detail of things, and he was also responsible for the usual logistics of eating and sleeping.

The woman surnamed Hu came back with the instrument when she was eating, and there were a lot of recorded data in the notebook, maybe she found something, and she was in a good mood. I don't know where the Tibetan people's songs and laughter came out, but because they were too far away, the tone appeared from time to time. At this time, everyone gathered around, ate and ate to their heart's content, and a driver inside sang an old song in the voice of the Tibetans.

No one had ever heard the song, but the sadness in it resonated especially in the open sky, and the song was broken, and no one spoke for a long time.