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During the meal in the morning, Cha Wenbin looked at the other three, Chaozi's parents died, Zhuo Xiong's parents died, and Dashan didn't even know who his parents were like himself.

At noon, Lao Wang brought them into a small conference room again, and briefly reported a place name but let everyone be excited, this is a place full of legends but no one has been able to completely cross the place, here are countless classics mentioned but the most unhumanized localization, this is the birthplace of ancient Chinese civilization and the source of mythology, it is: Kunlun.

Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, China's first sacred mountain, the mountain of ten thousand ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Jade Mountain. Because of its towering height, the Kunlun Mountains became a natural barrier between ancient China and the west, and were considered by the ancient Chinese to be the edge of the world, and the year-round snow cover of the Kunlun Mountains made ancient China a symbol of the West with white.

Legend has it that Kunlun Mountain is 11,114 steps high, 2 feet 6 inches. There is weak water below it that cannot raise feathers, and there is a volcano on the periphery where a sacred tree grows that burns continuously. The top of Kunlun Mountain is the imperial capital of the Yellow Emperor, and there are enlightened beasts guarding the door.

Ancient mythology believed that there was a fairy "Queen Mother of the West" living in Kunlun Mountain, with a human head and a leopard body, served by two blue birds. It is the Taoist god, and the prince of the East is in charge of the male and female cultivation of immortals.

Everything about this place is mysterious, and the information that the king has obtained is that they need to find an ancient altar, and the man said that the sun and moon wheels will send the chosen ones to where they are supposed to go.

Looking at these two things that were brought back by himself, Cha Wenbin couldn't say what it was like in his heart, and he made a request: "I want to meet the person you are talking about." ”

"This ......" Lao Wang looked a little embarrassed.

Cha Wenbin said coldly: "Can't I even know who I'm working for?" ”。

"Okay, I'll try, you wait for me." Lao Wang closed the door, his heart was extremely complicated, why didn't he want to know, but did he have this opportunity?

Not long after, Lao Wang came back and brought back another person, the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Cha, I'm sorry, none of us can see him for the time being, I think if you can come back alive this time, he thinks you should be able to get all the doubts in your heart."

"Those who pretend to be ghosts are afraid to see people?" Chaozi said with some disdain.

"No, that's because of him." The middle-aged man pointed to the old king.

Lao Wang pointed to himself in disbelief and asked, "Me? ”

"It took a lot of effort to save you, so wait a minute. That person hasn't made a move for many years, and I don't know how many people die every year in the organization, and there are many people who are more important than you, and I haven't seen him come forward, I think most of this is because of Mr. Cha's relationship. The man looked at Cha Wenbin when he said this, "In addition, when you get there, someone will provide the weapons and equipment, and the guide and connector have also been arranged, everyone is ready to prepare, and we will set off in the afternoon." ”

Lao Wang looked at Cha Wenbin with some incredulity, then looked himself up and down, and asked, "I was seriously injured at that time?" ”

"I lost a soul, I lost a soul, I couldn't do anything at that time, and even now, I can't find a way to crack it, and you become a vegetative person." Opening the door, Cha Wenbin walked out, looked at the bright sun outside and said, "You are really very powerful." ”

In the afternoon, Cha Wenbin's guy had already been brought over by those people, so except for him, everyone else traveled lightly. The plane landed in a very remote place, at the junction of Qinghai and Tibet, and as soon as Chaozi and Zhuoxiong got off the plane, it was as if they had returned to the era of military uniforms, and they were too affectionate here.

The best modern means of transportation on the plateau is still an off-road vehicle, and the person in charge of the joint is called Lao Dao, who may have been active in this area all year round, his face is dark, his skin is also rough, and it is more of a vicissitudes of life. And that kind of vicissitudes can not be left with the traces of time, but by the battle of life and death, this person, Chaozi locked him at a glance as a soldier, and he has killed people!

There were two off-road vehicles parked in the base, and the old knife asked, "Which of you can drive?" ”

Chaozi took the key and said, "I will." ”

The old knife glanced at Chaozi, and with his experience, he could naturally see that there were still a few people in this group who had practiced, but he still said in an almost arrogant tone: "Then you follow me, the order I received is to be responsible for the safety of your operation throughout the whole process, this Mr. Cha can dispatch the five of us at will, in addition, there is the equipment you need in the trunk, the camp is in a herdsman's house outside the bison ditch, there is our guide there, the time is not early, you can go." ”

Chaozi thinks that his driving skills are good, but compared with the old knife, it is obviously not a little worse, and the bumpy and muddy road makes everyone want to vomit**, but if it weren't for the car in front of him often deliberately slowing down, Chaozi may not even be able to see the other party's taillights.

The night on the plateau was very cold, and when they opened the car door, they felt the biting cold, and one by one they followed the old knife into a small house rich in Tibetan folk style, and the owner had long been holding a steaming butter tea outside the door.

The family was in Tibet, but they were Han Chinese, and here they met the guide, a thin and bright-eyed young man, his name was Zheluo, and the old man who came out to greet him was his grandfather.

This is their camp tonight, around the campfire, drinking warm butter tea, eating baba made of barley noodles, and a whole sheep roasted to golden oil is flipped over the fire.

Zheluo's grandfather cut off a piece of meat on the leg of lamb and handed it to Cha Wenbin first, although they are Han Chinese, but they also continue the Tibetan tradition in terms of vague customs, and the first knife of meat is dedicated to the most precious guests.

As I ate and drank, there were more words, mainly because Zheluo's grandfather was telling it alone.

His hometown was originally in Xiangxi, in the era of war and chaos, he and Zheluo's grandmother migrated here with his family, although the natural conditions were relatively harsh, but the Tibetan people got along very well, so the family lived a nomadic life.

Later, when his mother was seven months pregnant, his father had an accident during a mapping mission, and only his mount, a maroon horse, ran back.

Chaozi understands very well that in his military career, such accidents have occurred too many times, and many people have been buried in the depths of the snow-capped mountains silently forever, and they have not even received the medal of the Republic, because the highest honor is to merge with the snow-capped mountains.

Jerro has been grazing with his grandfather since he was a child, and he is quite familiar with the terrain of this area, Yamagata, and he is also very courageous, and his marksmanship is also very good. Jerro's grandfather is old, so he has to let his grandson take his place as a guide.

The four people brought by the old knife didn't say a word all night, they just listened quietly to the old man's story, and their faces twitched slightly in the thrilling place, Cha Wenbin knew that only a common experience would resonate from the bottom of his heart, and this group of people was not simple!

Everyone agreed to enter the mountain early the next morning, and the place they needed to go could only rely on the strength of people's feet, and they were given a rough range, so they each took their sleeping bags and rested very early.

The night was quiet, except for the occasional howl of wolves and the barking of dogs, except for the occasional howl of wolves and dogs, only the flames of the fire around them were still burning.

Chaozi couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning in his sleeping bag, and asked softly, "Brother Wenbin, have you slept?" ”。

"Well, something?"

"I can't sleep, what the hell do you say these people do, I think we're too easy to fool, and we are casually brought to this kind of hellish place."

"I don't know, sleep, I'll know when it's time for you to know." Cha Wenbin touched the sun wheel on his chest, and the warmth gradually began to come.

When the day dawned, Grandpa Zheluo prepared food for them, but it was all high-calorie, life in Tibetan areas was very hard, but the people were very practical, just like their food, although it was simple, but it was enough to keep out the cold.

The old knife looked at his watch and shouted: "It's not too early, we can go, what do you think, Mr. Cha?" ”

Cha Wenbin naturally has no opinion, because he doesn't even know what he is going to do, last night he repeatedly thought about his own life experience, as a Taoist priest, he would not know his eight characters for so many years, Cha Wenbin was a little sad, because the master in his memory was sleeping at home except for being drunk all day long, and he really couldn't see anything to do with these people.

The old knife led people to open the trunk of the car and took out a large bag of equipment, from shoes to clothes, from food to medicine, from compasses to tactical flashlights, from daggers to assault rifles, this time the equipment was more complete than before.

The old knife threw one of the bags to Chaozi and said, "Will it make it?" ”。

Chaozi skillfully pulled a bolt, and raised his eyebrows upwards as a response to the old knife.

The guide, Jerro, was carrying an old shotgun, which was said to have been brought by his grandfather from Xiangxi, and it was not known if the rifle in it had been worn out. Everyone's clothes are very bloated, and the bags on their backs are also stuffed and bulging, and it is more reliable to enter this kind of place, or to prepare a little more, and the changeability of the snow-capped mountains is better than that of the sea.

Facing the rising sun, the group marched mightily into the depths of the valley in the distance, leaving the smaller and smaller figure of Zheluo's grandfather still prostrate on the ground and praying for them.

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