Sichuan, Batang.

A dusty Land Rover sped by, bringing up a cloud of yellow sand.

>> The road into Tibet is really difficult. Wang Teng in the driver's seat scolded, "Lao Tzu's lungs are about to come out of his mouth." ”

Li Sangyue, who was in the co-pilot, lit a cigarette and sneered: "Brother, we are not taking the national highway, and it is good to be able to cross the path." With that, he puffed out a thick puff of smoke.

Wang Teng glanced in the rearview mirror and shouted, "Fatty, it's almost to the ground, wake up." Then he stretched out his hand and asked Li Sangyue for a cigarette to light it.

Li Sangyue turned her head slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Ling Feng sat up lazily, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, turned his head to look out the window, and didn't pay attention to the two people in front of him at all.

These two people were specially found by Han Han to assist Ling Feng, it is said that they are professional explorers, Wang Teng is familiar with the customs, topography and landforms of Sichuan and Tibet, and many places that are not marked on the map can be found, Li Sangyue is said to be a professional archaeological expert, can speak many local dialects, and is good at communicating with the locals.

In the evening, the three of them came to a small village at the foot of Mangkang Mountain.

The village is not large, with dozens of families scattered on both sides of the mountain road. The car could no longer go up, so the three of them took their luggage out of the car and went all the way up the rugged mountain road. Wang Teng had been to this village a few years earlier, but he refused to say why he came to this remote place, only vaguely saying that there was a hunter halfway up the mountain who was a good guide.

This is a Tibetan, Qiang, Han mixed village, all kinds of ethnic characteristics of the buildings scattered in the mountains, but the buildings are old-fashioned and dilapidated, fortunately there are still some messy wires into the buildings at will, it seems not so isolated.

& Chen, old Chen, open the door. Wang Teng walked to a dilapidated small courtyard and knocked on the courtyard door vigorously, at this time it was the middle of the moon, and the old wooden house in the courtyard was already dark, obviously the owner had turned off the lights and slept.

After a while, the wooden house was dimly lit, and a man walked into the courtyard and shouted, "Who, so late? ”

& Erwa, I'm Wang Teng, where is your father Chen Laogen? Wang Teng shouted through the courtyard gate.

This family is obviously Han Chinese, and although the words have a strong Sichuan accent, Ling Feng can barely understand it.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged man, with dark skin and a frosty face, but his body was very strong, holding a three-pronged strand in his hand, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" What are you looking for my dad for? ”

& Second baby, I'm Wang Teng, I don't know each other? Wang Teng seemed very familiar, "Where's your father?" ”

The middle-aged man stared at Wang Teng for a while, and then said with a smile: "It turned out to be Brother Teng?" Come on in. There was still a look of doubt in his eyes, but he let the door out.

Wang Teng walked into the courtyard first, Ling Feng and Li Sangyue also followed, although it was not autumn at this time, but the Sichuan-Tibet border was quite cold, Chen Erwa beckoned the three of them to sit on the kang in the hall to warm up and rest, and he went into the next door to arrange for his mother-in-law to get up and cook and stir-fry. Li Erwa's mother-in-law is very virtuous, and she doesn't complain and quickly gets up and gets busy in the kitchen.

Chen Erwa warmly beckoned the three of them to sit down. Wang Teng has been to this remote cottage a few times, and the last time he came, he was still a guide made by Chen Erwa's father, Chen Laogen, and after chatting a few words, Chen Erwa gradually let down his vigilance.

> Baby, where's your daddy? Wang Teng asked with a smoke in a circle.

Chen Erwa sighed, lit the cigarette in the fire, and took a few puffs, and after a while, the hall became smoky.

This small mountain village on the border of Sichuan and Tibet, isolated from the world since ancient times, has improved slightly in recent years, but due to the poor local environment, the transportation is extremely inconvenient, the economy is not developed, and the infrastructure construction cannot keep up, and over time it has returned to a semi-closed state.

There has always been a legend here that thousands of years ago, natural disasters ** spread all over Tibet, demons and monsters were rampant, and the people of Li suffered poison. In that era of ghosts and gods, the epic hero King Gesar came to earth. From the day he was born, Gesar began to eliminate harm for the people and benefit the people. At the age of 5, Gesar and his mother moved to the banks of the Yellow River, and at the age of 8, the Ling tribe also migrated here, and at the age of 12, Gesar won the throne at the tribe's horse racing tournament and married Sen Jiang Zhumu as a concubine. From then on, Gesar began to exert his heavenly might, fighting in the east and west, and fighting in the south and north. After subduing the demons in the world, Gesar returned to the heavenly realm with merit, and the nine warriors around him volunteered to stay, guarding the human world for the rest of his life, and keeping peace in the world forever. One of the warriors, named Luo, was the chief priest of King Gesar's side, and his magic power was extremely profound, and he traveled around with a beautiful golden mask to solve the problems of the people of Dawn, and finally lived in seclusion in the deep mountains.

The legend of King Gesar is extremely popular in Tibet, and it completely relies on the word of mouth of the bard, which Ling Feng vaguely understands, but his previous study and life experience are extremely orthodox, and he knows very little about these wild rumors that are not recorded in the official history, but this time, he has carefully read the various legends about King Gesar that have been collected and sorted out by the country over the years.

Ling Feng felt that after he was almost resurrected from Jiuzhaigou, he had changed a lot in all aspects, especially the reaction speed and memory of his brain had been greatly improved, and this improvement speed even far exceeded the progress speed of his skills, although his martial arts cultivation speed was already extremely amazing. Before coming to Tibet this time, he downloaded a software for learning Tibetan from the Internet, relying on a Chinese-Tibetan dictionary, and in three days, he basically learned Tibetan. Of course, it is unlikely that he will be able to speak Tibetan fluently in the short term, but communicating with Tibetans is no longer a problem, because he has memorized the entire Tibetan-Chinese dictionary.

These changes may be related to the magical rainbow in his head, or maybe it is related to the encounter in the Dragon Cave, where he was in a coma for a long time, although he didn't understand what happened in the meantime, he could still clearly feel the overall improvement in his physique, so Ling Feng sometimes guessed about the adventures in his Dragon Cave, but obviously, there would never be any definite answers.

But maybe it has something to do with that dragon?

Ling Feng subconsciously touched his chest, could it be that the piece of jade on his chest had fallen into the dragon cave?

Therefore, although Wang Teng, Li Sangyue and Chen Erwa had a strong Sichuan accent in their conversation, Ling Feng could still roughly understand it, but Wang Teng and Li Sangyue did not use Mandarin to communicate with Ling Feng at all, which made Ling Feng secretly vigilant in his heart, so he pretended not to understand.

Soon, Chen Erwa's mother-in-law put the food on the table, and the three of them were not polite, so they picked up a few bowls of simple food, and each found a corner in the hall to rest. Chen Erwa was a little embarrassed, and the three of them had to go to bed to rest, but there were a total of 3 wooden houses, one for Chen Erwa's two families, and one for his daughter Chen Sisi.