As soon as I heard the old shepherd's explanation, I felt that his narration should be relatively long, so I threw him down for the time being, ran back to the house, tied the man in the iron tower a few more times, and helped Lao Fuba and Lao Zang out of the secret room. The two men were not very conscious, lying on the ground in the courtyard muttering thirsty for water, and I observed for a moment that they should not be in danger of life. After all this was done, I re-questioned the shepherd.

The old shepherd returned to Qinghai more than 10 years ago, when there were still locals living near this green space, and it was the old shepherd who tried to make fun of it every day, making it impossible for people to live and had to move out. The story of Jing'er Lake that he said happened six or seven years ago, the legend of Jing'er Lake has a long history, and the old shepherd is also very curious about that place, and often goes to see it quietly, but he is more cautious, and he does not venture before he is sure. After observing for a while, a few sudden people let the old shepherd see the true secret of Jing'er Lake.

The identity and origin of those people, the old shepherd is not clear, the other party came from a far away, all the way, as if they were looking for something all the way, they must be capable people, when they entered Jing'er Lake, they were not confused like ordinary people and went into the lake by themselves. These people had secret methods and stayed by the lake for half a day, and then they managed to enter the water. Listening to the old shepherd's story, and then thinking about it myself, I think that those people are likely to be from the Holy Land, and among them are dragon gills that are sheltered from water.

These people's techniques are different from what the old shepherd has learned, and they suddenly don't seem to know what the other party is messing with, but the momentum at that time is getting bigger and bigger, the entire lake is undulating like waves, and the Yin soldiers at the bottom of the lake are rising outward one after another, and several people in the holy area have made full preparations, they are all strong, these Yin soldiers can't stop it, and in the end, the lake water boiled like a boiling pot for a while, and a huge shadow wrapped in a clump of green algae rushed out from the bottom of the lake.

"I see it very clearly, very clearly," said the old shepherd, who remembered the incident vividly, "it was a dragon!" ”

The long dragon shocked and panicked everyone present, the dragon, that is only a legendary species, mysterious and majestic, and cannot be desecrated. The dragon that rushed out of Jing'er Lake was extremely powerful, the dragon's chant resounded through the Gobi, the head and tail were swept away, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, several masters of the holy domain could not stop this powerful offensive, some people were shot to death by the dragon's tail, some were bitten into two pieces, and the corpse was on the edge of the lake, and in a few minutes before and after, several masters of the holy domain who fled in all directions were slaughtered, and no one was left alive. The old shepherd hid outside the gravel heap and was not affected.

Several masters of the Holy Realm all died in Jing'er Lake, and no one went back to report the news, and the matter was completely sealed in the lake. After that, the old shepherd tried his best to catch the dragon in the lake, but he had seen the dragon's fierceness with his own eyes, and he did not dare to do it easily.

I listened quietly, but my heart fluctuated. What the hell is going on? What I saw in Jing'er Lake was a person who looked like me, but what the old shepherd saw was a dragon. If you tell someone this kind of thing, they may scoff at it, but I have a strong trust in my heart that it will probably be true. Because I thought of the heavenly secret that Sevartuo had revealed to me at that time, and from that small mirror, I saw the thick dragon-like snake lying cross-legged on the bed. If there is no commonality, the people in Jing'er Lake will cry and kneel down when they see me?

"I've said everything I know, I've said it, let me go, give this place to you, and Jing'er Lake will also give it to you," the old shepherd finished speaking, and began to beg bitterly, hoping to let him go.

I retracted my mind for a moment, a little hesitant. Can the old shepherd stay? I know the nature of those wicked people, how many people have he harmed when he has been entrenched here for a few years? If he is released, he will never repent. I had never been willing to take the initiative to kill, but the thought of the dozen or so living dead who were half-dead in the small room quickly dispelled my hesitation.

"You've hurt too many people, you can't stay, I can give you a good time." I shook my head and signaled that I couldn't let him go. The old shepherd snorted and wept, and in the face of life and death, he may have been a little abnormal, begging for a while, and threatening for a while. I ignored him and insisted on killing him to get rid of the trouble.

"You'll regret it! Definitely! The old shepherd probably felt that there was really no way out, and the cry immediately stopped, and under his drooping eyelids, a trace of resentment was revealed, and he suddenly let out a terrible scream that did not look like a human being, and his mouth opened wide to the root of his ears, and the whole person instantly became hideous.

I stabbed him in the throat without mercy, and the old shepherd's screams immediately stopped, and he convulsed a few times, and his head hung limply. At that moment, I felt a little restless, unspeakably irritable, and casually untied the rope and wanted to bury the old shepherd's body. But his corpse fell to the ground with a sound, and immediately shrank sharply like ice cubes scorched by a blazing fire, slowly shrinking into a ball, and the flesh and bones in his body seemed to have melted away, and finally only a thin skin remained.

My heart pounded, as if I was carrying a heavy burden, and it seemed that the bones in my body were much heavier, and my body was heavy. The sudden change caught me off guard, and I felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't detect the signs of change. I steadied my mind, buried the remaining skin of the old shepherd, and made cold water, and woke up the old man and the old treasure, and the two of them sat up in a daze, not knowing where they were.

I didn't want to stay in this place for long, and looking back at the direction of Jing'er Lake, which was already far away, I felt in my heart that it might not be the time to uncover the mystery, but sooner or later, everything here will fall into place. The three of them stayed here for a long time, and got something useful, and then Lao Zang went out to look for the camels, and in the second half of the night, I set fire to a few huts, and went on the road at night.

The farther west you go, the more sparsely populated it becomes, and in those days, few people set foot in such extremely remote areas, except for a few public teams. We had a hard walk, near the source of the Yellow River, there was a very small village called Tulutu, which in the old days Tibetans who passed by called it a tent-made village. Although the village is small, it is estimated to be the last place where people gather at the source of the Yellow River in the west. In the desert Gobi, a river is a lifeline, from Qinghai to Tibet and Xinjiang, many people will choose to walk along the river, and then turn around when they reach the source of the river. Replenish the last supply in Tulutu, and the road after that is completely deserted, and you have to rely on yourself for everything.

"Come on, there's still a lot of people here." Lao Zang told me that as long as there is a river, there will be a chance to survive, but from a long time ago, there were rumors that in the snow-capped mountains of the plateau in the far west, there was a group of horse bandits, robbing passers-by, attacking groups of people, and abducting a lot of people. Lao Zang didn't know what was going on, but I knew that it was the people of the Sanctuary who went out to "hunt", loot the living and go back to feed them, and then used them as blood food.

"Can you hold on?" Adapting to the bitter cold environment, Lao Fuba wrapped himself in a leather jacket and asked me with concern. Originally, my body was the strongest among the three of us, but after walking this way, I became more and more tired, and my steps became heavier and heavier, and the normal rush every day was a burden for me, and from time to time I wanted to fall down and sleep well. But having come this far, can you turn around and go back? I shook my head and signaled that I was okay and that I had to hold on no matter how hard it was.

But the exhaustion of my body also had a depressing effect on my psyche, and I was already walking slowly, which made it even slower. In the middle and lower reaches of the river, people see a rushing river, but only when they really stand near the source of the Yellow River, they will be surprised to find that the origin of the big river is actually just a very small river that gathers several springs. Kariqu, the source of five springs, among the three sources of the great river, the Kariqu basin is the widest, and the water source will not dry up all year round, which is the source of the great river.

Behind the source of the river is the undulating peaks on the plateau, and only when you arrive here do you know what the real snow-capped mountains are. The peaks that stretch as far as the eye can see, the snow on the top of the mountain is white and misty for many years, and it is intertwined with the clouds at the summit. Lao Zang took us to the Guzong Liequ, it is said that it is one of the three sources of the big river, in fact, the Guzong Liequ is located in an oval basin of eighty or ninety miles from east to west and one hundred and twenty miles from north to south, which is the farthest destination that Lao Zang has traveled to the farthest destination, and then to the southwest of the snow peak, he has not set foot in it. In this basin, there are hundreds of large and small blisters, and Lao Zang says that such blisters are called "sea" locally. Like the famous Sea of Stars, it is named because of the dense river, where there are many rivers like stars in the sky.

"One last bit of relief." Lao Zang smiled bitterly and said to us: "After the ancient sect of the Liequ, we will not have a good life." ”

Lao Zang didn't know anything about that snow peak, but he shared weal and woe along the way, and he didn't want to leave us alone at this time. The river in the basin provides plenty of water, vegetation and life flourish, and shrubs two or three feet tall can be seen along the river, as well as yellow sheep. Just like Lao Zang said, this is the last paradise before entering the snow peak, fishing in the river, hunting yellow sheep, and having a beautiful feast, you have to walk into the sacred land that no one has set foot in for thousands of years.