"She's dancing with her life." The big man whispered.

Guan Wen's eyes followed the figure of Fenghe, knowing that she was like a candle in the wind, and if she was negligent, she would fall down and die, but there was no way to save her.

"Life belongs to God, and God reaps it, and human beings cannot do anything about it." The big man sighed.

Suddenly, Guan Wen felt something contained in the desperate dance of Wind Crane. As she spun rapidly, her sleeves puffed up with the wind, and all of them swelled abruptly, like a great sail stirred by the wind, unable to resist the wind or free from entanglement; When she leaned forward, touched her toes with her forehead or leaned back, and her hair fell to the ground, it was like a bamboo forest that had been broken by the wind, and it was broken from it, and the ground was full of messes.

"What is she doing? What is she doing......" Kwan muttered to himself.

In the eyes of ordinary people, only the dance of the wind crane was seen, but Guan Wen clearly felt the power of chaos opening and the earth exploding from her gestures.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, and he suddenly had an epiphany: "She is using dance to describe her thoughts, and some things cannot be explained in words, only in movements and gestures."

"Aunt Gongsun - watch the disciples of Aunt Gongsun dance with swords!" He let out a low cry.

The poet saint Du Fu once wrote a long poem called "Guangongsun Auntie's Disciples Dance Swords and Weapons", and Guan Wen especially liked eight of them.

He continued to stare at the wind crane and chanted in a low voice: "In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun clan, and a sword weapon moved in all directions. The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. Huo Ruyi shot nine riloches, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the light......"

Although Feng He does not have any sword in her hand, her thumb, ring finger, and tail finger are clasped inward, and her index finger and middle finger are tightly together, stretching straight forward, which is exactly the way of "referring to the sword".

In Guan Wen's eyes, there seemed to be an anxious and angry soul in Fenghe's body, struggling desperately, trying to break out of the shell. At this moment, there were no wind cranes, no Saranjesan, no female disciples of the herdsmen who were sheltered and taught by the Red Flame Venerable. The soul borrowed the body of the wind crane and told something in the rapid dance.

"That's ...... That'......" Guan Wen whispered urgently, feeling like he had an epiphany that he needed to record with a paintbrush.

"Guan Wen, what did you think of?" The big guy asked.

Guan Wen didn't have time to go back to the room to get a pen and paper, but when he looked left and right, he found a monk with a dagger stuck in his waist, and immediately stepped over and reached out to grab the handle of the dagger.

The monk was startled and immediately grabbed Guan Wen's wrist with his backhand.

"Give it to him, leave it alone, give it to him!" The big man shouted.

The monk immediately let go of his hand and lifted it high above the top, not daring to move.

Guan Wen pulled out the dagger, squatted down, and quickly sketched on the ground with a knife.

His paintings are inspired by the Dance of the Wind and Cranes, unorganized, like splashed ink landscapes and crazy cursive script.

On the square, the dance of the wind crane also entered the most crazy moment, suddenly spun several times, suddenly turned backwards for several weeks, and had nothing to do with Tibetan dance.

Suddenly, the wind crane stopped, stood stunned for a few minutes, and slowly fell backwards.

Everyone was stunned by the various changes in the wind crane, and after a pause, someone rushed to the square.

"What do you understand? What are you drawing?" The big guy asked.

Guan Wen woke up from his contemplation, threw down his dagger, and looked down at the five-meter-long and three-meter-wide painting at his feet. He painted a vertical curved tunnel, and the four walls of the tunnel were inhabited by countless double-headed snakes, which spit out and bent and swaggered like the lush aquatic plants in a lake.

At the bottom of the tunnel is an old man as thin as withered grass. The old man's right hand was stretched upward, as if he was calling out. Further down, the old man's waist down was all immersed in water. Guan Wen's painting of the water uses extremely chaotic lines, which should mean that the water is full of large and small whirlpools, dragging the old man downward. Anyone who saw it understood that the old man was about to face extinction and sink into the deepest water.

"There was a guy waiting for us to go. He didn't want us to save him, but to carry on a great mission. For this matter, he put his personal life and death aside, and lived with the support of God Jing, and soon ran out of oil. As soon as he dies, the mission cannot be continued, and the catastrophe of mankind is approaching. However, I don't know where he is, and it is not clearly expressed in the dance of the wind crane. I can only guess based on her dance...... "Guan Wen didn't look at the big guys, just muttered to himself at his paintings.

"Where can I find him if there is no place?" The big man smiled wryly.

A monk came running over and reported: "The wind crane has fallen into a coma."

The big man waved his hand: "Carry her back to the room and take care of her."

Guan Wen frowned and pondered: "Yes, she let me see that person, but she didn't tell me where he was, why is that?"

He walked forward, pushed the monks away, and walked over to the wind crane.

Feng He was lying flat, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would be no different from a dead man.

"Tell me something, I know you're tired, but you didn't tell me where that man is hiding, where can I find him?" Guan Wen repeated it three times in succession, but Fenghe did not respond.

"For the sake of the mountain, the success fell short." Guan Wen sighed.

Although he didn't know what the use of finding that person was, the "knowledge of Tibet" expressed by Fenghe with the dance of life must contain a profound meaning. As long as there is a glimmer of life, he will work hard to solve the puzzle and find the secret behind the "hidden treasure".

"Guan Wen, she's tired." The big guy followed.

Guan Wen squatted down and held Feng He's hand.

That hand was cold, and had lost the temperature of a living person. The only thing that made him feel relieved was that the wind crane was still alive, not just gone, cutting off the last clues.

"Whoever you are - cheer up, finish everything you have to say, and let me know what you have to say. You only give me these broken fragments, and I can't understand them. If you don't say it, those 'knowledge of Tibet' will be permanently annihilated. Guan Wen whispered heavily.

He was well aware that the life of the wind crane was dying little by little.

If he had a pair of yin yang eyes that could see through the human soul, he could probably see that the soul of the wind crane was withdrawing from the body in front of him, and it would fly away at any time. However, he could not keep it, and he could not do anything. The separation of human life and death is controlled in the hands of the vast and unknown heaven. As for human beings themselves, they don't know how to live or die?

"Ahem...... Cough ......" Wind Crane coughed with difficulty, his mouth open, only breathing, but not uttering any syllables.

"She's really ...... No, carry her back. The big man patted Guan Wen on the shoulder and ordered the monks to carry him away.

Suddenly, someone flew in from the wall in front of the right, like a midnight snack awakened by the noise, with its arms outstretched, gliding and falling.

A monk stepped forward to stop him, but the man punched and kicked him, instantly knocking down the four monks who were blocking the way, and fell beside Fenghe.

"Don't touch her—" The man whispered, it was the missing Nepalese Vulture Master.

The big man waved his hand to stop the other monks from rushing over, and first stabilized the order of the scene, so as not to trigger a large-scale fight. Master Vulture is very skilled, and if he forcibly stops him, someone will definitely be injured on the spot.

"She's looking at the wrong person." For a long time, Master Tianhu sneered and glanced at Guan Wen with slanted eyes.

"What do you mean?" The big guy asked.

She thought that the Mr. Guan in front of her could draw other people's thoughts, and she could draw the 'knowledge' in her mind, but what was the result? As a result, the person died, the knowledge was gone, and this Mr. Guan did not draw anything. Master Vulture replied in a mocking tone.

He was dressed in a jet-black night suit, black from head to toe, except for his shining eyes, there was no other variegated color on his body, and he could blend into the darkness at any time.

Guan Wen raised his head and asked lightly, "You have been following us all along?" From the Tashilhunpo Monastery in Nisseri Mountain to the whole time, I have the feeling that someone is being indifferently peeped at behind my back, and that's you, right?"

He has come into contact with many wise men, and many of the wise men in Xizàng are humble and escaping, and have no quarrels, but the master of the Vulture in front of him has sharp and indifferent eyes, aggressive words, and no restraint at all, and he does not look like a monk and cultivator.

There is no doubt that he does not like the Vulture Master, and the appearance of the other party will only cause him disgust.

"That's right." Master Vulture laughed, "But don't think I'm going to do anything to you, what I want to do is to piece together that thangka and get the secret behind it." Now, I've got it, hahahaha......"

It was quiet, except for the occasional crackling of firewood.

The big man cautiously asked, "What's the secret?" Isn't it about the survival of Tashilhunpo Monastery?"

Venerable Red Flame also asked, "You got it?" What do you get? This is not the time to make a fool of yourself-"

The Eagle Master laughed strangely: "So you are making a mystery? I gathered the wise men of the five countries and twelve monasteries to cross the border line to Tashilhunpo Monastery, just to make a mystery? You're underestimating me too much. As I have said a long time ago, there are no real wise men in Tibet, and the great monasteries north of the Himalayas have too many people who sell their fame and reputation, and it is okay to recite sutras and sit in meditation, but it is still far from being able to understand the secrets of Tashilhunpo Monastery! ”

He waved his sleeves and brushed Guan Wen's shoulder.

An invisible force surged over, and Guan Wen was pushed to staggered back, but fortunately he was held back by the big man.

"The people I mean - including you!" Master Vulture said proudly.

Guan Wen doesn't care about personal gains and losses, but just cares about the "knowledge" in Fenghe's mind. If he is given a little more revelation, he will be able to obtain the hiding place of the mysterious people in the underground and unearth the secrets hidden deep underground.

"I saw some, but not all." He said.

"What you see is not necessarily correct; What you don't see, you can't resort to the pen at all - can you? So, when the wind crane asks you for advice, doesn't he ask for the blind? If the people of Tashilhunpo Monastery rely on you to find out the whereabouts of the 'hidden treasure', wouldn't it be a blind man riding a blind horse in the middle of the night in a deep pool? If you make a mistake, you have to go together and go the other way?" Master Vulture said aggressively.

Guan Wen took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "If I'm wrong, please ask the master for guidance, what's wrong?" How should I correct it?"

At the critical moment, he concentrated on calming down, putting aside all the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart, and only focusing on the "knowledge" itself. The real heroes and heroes are often like this, at the critical juncture of "the mountain rain and the wind are full of buildings", they are not lost, not impulsive, and grasp the key points of the incident until the contradiction is resolved.

Behind him, the Red Flame Venerable suddenly sighed softly: "Okay, very good, young man, I really didn't misunderstand you."

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