Because there are often travelers who come to the first-line ridge to play, a sheep's intestine path has been formed between Uncle Zhang's house and the first-line ridge, although it is narrow, but there is no need to overcome thorns and thorns. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As we get closer to our destination, the scenery along the way changes significantly. The vegetation gradually thinned, and the gray-black boulders were exposed.

In the end, it was all black rock, and there was a large mountain rock, and there was hardly a single weed.

Gao Lingkai and I climbed up the black rock, until we reached the top, we were both tired and out of breath, and looking back, we felt that we had climbed at least a thousand meters to a height.

Looking ahead, I saw a vast sea of clouds, all under my feet.

In fact, according to me, the first-line ridge should be called the arc ridge, because the mountain rocks stretching out to the high and low on both sides are not straight lines, but form an arc. It's like two long arms, encircling a large churning sea of clouds in your arms.

Anyone who has been to the first line of the ridge thinks that it is worth it, in fact, I feel the same way as Gao Lingkai. With the churning sea of clouds under his feet, he already feels that he is in the fairy world and is no longer in the world.

"How's it going, don't you regret it?" Gao Lingkai laughed.

No regrets!

I laughed loudly with Gao Lingkai, and ran along the black stone rock, which was undulating but not too steep.

We found that the color of the sea of clouds changed at every angle we looked down. For example, when facing the sun, the sea of clouds is a white wave, but when you look at the sun on your back, on the white waves, it is plated with a layer of golden halo.

Once, looking down from a naturally formed gap in the rock, we actually saw a beautiful rainbow between the churning sea of clouds.

But it was also between the rainbows, when the clouds and mist churned to reveal a bright gap, Gao Lingkai and I both glimpsed and saw that there seemed to be houses lined up below, not a town, at least a village.

"Is there anyone living down there? Shall we go down and have a look? Gao Lingkai said, showing a desire to try.

"What's there to see?" I immediately shook my head, "I think let's go back quickly, lest Meng Xiang worry!" ”

"Did you tell Meng Xiang that you would go back in one day?" Gao Lingkai asked.

"Nope!" I'll be honest with you.

"That's it! I think you want to go back as soon as possible and continue to meet your fairy in your dreams at night, right? ”

In fact, what I thought of was not that I could meet Zhang Xiaoyun at night, I was afraid that if I didn't rush back to Uncle Zhang tonight, Zhang Xiaoyun would be worried.

But Gao Lingkai didn't care about it, he was already looking for a place to tie the rope, it seems that even if I object, he will go down and have a look alone.

I had no choice but to let him go down first, and if it was too deep, I would come up quickly.

I watched him climb down the rope, gradually disappearing under the clouds, and I couldn't help but call him: "Ling Kai, Ling Kai, hurry up!" ”

His voice laughed from below.

"It's not deep down there, I'm already standing on the ground! The scenery below is as beautiful as Asgard, so hurry down! ”

I heard him exaggerate so much that I had to check his rope and make sure it was tied very tightly to a stone pillar, and I climbed down it.

As I climbed down, the clouds brushed over my face, and it felt damp and moist and comfortable. But after only four or five meters of landing, it was already out of the clouds, and the whole body was hanging under the clouds.

It's a really amazing feeling, the churning clouds are just above your head, and you can really touch it as soon as you reach out. The sunlight swayed down through the clouds, and it didn't feel gloomy, but reminded me of the wonderful scene I met Zhang Xiaoyun in my dream.

About five or six meters further down, there is a green grassy mountain, and when you look up, the black mountain rock, like an eaves, is half covered on the mountain.

"Look at how strange the terrain is, how can you see it if you don't come down!" Gao Lingkai stood on the hillside, admiring the scenery while talking to me.

I also think the terrain is very peculiar, obviously on the other side of the rock, there is a very large area, completely gray-black stone rock. However, on this side of the rock, it is only about ten meters down, but it is all green slopes close to the rock.

Further down, the slopes are soothing, and the slopes are full of green grass, and although there are trees, they are not dense.

Looking into the distance, there is a large mountain col below, and the mountain col is indeed densely packed with houses, and it seems that there are at least hundreds of families.

"Let's go down and have a look, we've all come here, it's a shame to climb up now!" Gao Lingkai said.

I have no objection. I thought that since there were so many people, I was not afraid of not finding a place to spend the night at night.

So we each carried our backpacks down the hillside, and when we reached another mountain beam below, we looked up, and the clouds were still cloudy overhead, but not as thick as from above.

Looking down from above, it seemed that the houses in the col were not very far away, but it took us an hour to walk, and only then did we really reach the slope, and the hundreds of houses were right in front of us.

I feel as if we have traveled through time and space, to the Ming and Qing dynasties. Every house in front of me is antique.

I know that there are many small towns in China that retain ancient styles, such as Phoenix Ancient Town, Lijiang Ancient Town, Pingyao Ancient Town, etc. I haven't been to those old towns, but I think they are certainly not as classical and solemn as the towns I have seen in front of me, after they have been vigorously developed as tourist destinations.

It's all Han-style architecture. In the marginal areas, there are some thatched-roof houses, presumably for the poor. But the further you go to the middle area, the more exquisite and spacious the houses become, with real red walls and blue tiles, painted beams and carved buildings.

It's just that the color of the house has been slightly mottled, such as many relief carvings on the walls and beams, which are also quite defective. It can be imagined that the existence of this village and town is very long.

The village is very neatly planned, and the houses are not paved with cement pavement, but with bluestone slabs, which is exactly the same as in ancient times.

A man walked in front of him, and from a distance, he couldn't stop looking at me and Gao Lingkai.

I saw that he was wearing, although it was not a suit and leather shoes, but fortunately it was also a more modern Han costume. In particular, the material of the shirt is obviously a modern fiber product, not an ancient cotton yarn weaving.

That made me breathe a sigh of relief, I can imagine that the people here are not very closed, and they should not be too hostile to me and Gao Lingkai, two outsiders.

"Fellow, what is this place?" Gao Lingkai smiled and asked the man respectfully.

(See Chapter 140 "The Beauty of the Flowers")

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