Mingxi's positive change made Han Feng and the others a little more apprehensive in addition to the surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Lijiao was worried that she was pointing the wrong way, and after gradually becoming familiar with the deworming rules on this side of the mountain, she used her own method to explore the road several times, and found that the future was not dangerous, but pointed directly to Xuelong Mountain, and then gradually relaxed.

At the same time, the group finally discovered the origin of the phrase "At the end of the river, there is food covered with mountains" sung in the song.

The flow of the ancient river gradually decreased, and after three or four days of anti-epidemic, everyone found that the surrounding mountains were slowing down, but the terrain was constantly rising. In the distance, Snow Dragon Mountain has emerged from the snow-white summit at the end of the horizon, and the ancient river has also shown signs of branching.

This area has become more and more barren, and due to the elevated terrain and the increasingly arid climate, even the river is no longer enough to nurture the surrounding vegetation, and this generation can be said to be devoid of grass compared to the Yedi villages. The bones of the beast were exposed under the trunk of the tree that had long since dried out, and there was no sign of life.

The bed of the ancient river gradually dried up, and a river at first divided into three tributaries, and after passing through Mingxi to confirm that the rightmost one was taken, everyone walked forward for most of the day, and found that this tributary was divided into countless small streams.

The water in those small streams was still covered with ice slag, and many of them were frozen with hard ice covers, and the water was gurgling and seeping out from under the ice sheets. There were more and more pebbles, and finally the canoe could not move forward, and after seeing that the sun had set up at the end of the sky on Xuelong Mountain, several people got off the boat and set up tents in a relatively flat place around.

The evening breeze was strong, and the surrounding sand and gravel were blown by the wind and hit the tent, making a "whining" sound, like a ghost crying wolf. The tent was made of animal skins, which was the best way to keep out the wind or the cold, but Rao was so, and several people in the tent still felt the chill and couldn't help but sit together.

Mingxi reluctantly leaned beside Han Feng, looking at him covering his gentle hands, and suddenly felt a sour in front of him, but when the words came to his mouth, he finally didn't say it, but changed his sentence: "If Bai Xue is here, I am not afraid of the cold." ”

Li Ji was always worried that the white-haired spotted tiger would attack after everyone came ashore, and took advantage of the effectiveness of the insect repellent technique, so she used thousands of ants to scare Bai Xue into fleeing several miles away two days ago, and no longer dared to follow everyone. Mingxi didn't say much, but of course he felt bad about seeing his beloved "pet" being bullied like this.

Hearing Mingxi mention Bai Xue, Han Feng couldn't help but think of Hongyuan a long time ago. At that time, he was depressed, and when he first met Mingxi, he slept all night on the fur of a white-haired spotted tiger. Thinking about it now, it was the sweetest night he slept on when Hongyuan fled, and it is no wonder that Mingxi will remember the warmth and stability of Bai Xue.

Thinking of the past, Han Feng's heart warmed slightly. He looked sideways at Mingxi, and saw that her anger was long gone, and now all that was left was sadness, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. She smiled so brightly at that time, but when we met again this time, I couldn't see her smile anymore.

"Mingxi ......" Han Feng sighed softly, seeing that her fingertips were red from the cold, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand. However, as soon as his hand touched her fingertips, Mingxi had already retracted his hand as if he had been burned by fire tongs, and he didn't look over his head.

Han Feng smiled and withdrew his hand. Kuroko laughed out loud with a "poof" next to him, and then pretended to cough to cover up the past. Li Jiao lowered her head and pulled the dried fruits in her luggage, looking for the fried pine nuts that she had eaten before.

Han Feng turned his head sideways and saw that Wanrou was closing her eyes to recuperate, as if she didn't notice that he, the prime minister, was distracted for such a moment. His face was hot, and he looked away, only to realize that this late night was very different from the usual.

The sun had already set, and it stands to reason that even if the stars were shining outside, the field should be dark, especially in the light of the charcoal fire in the tent. However, at this moment, through the thick hide, there was some dazzling green light.

"This is ......" Han Feng saw that there was some green light in the unlit places in the tent, but it was not easy to attract attention under the background of the charcoal fire.

He picked up something glowing green on the ground and looked closely. It was a white "stone" that turned into powder when you pinched it.

"Bones. Han Feng had a number in his heart, looking at the vast green light outside the tent, he felt that there were tens of thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts around the tent. These creatures were once born on this plateau, but now they are left with only dry bones.

With just a few plants on this plateau today, it is difficult to imagine the pomp and circumstance of this place in the past. The dry riverbed has been ground with sand and gravel to the point that it cannot be seen in its original appearance, but from the intertwined dead tree trunks and dead tree roots on the ground, it can be imagined that this place was also lush and full of flowers thousands of years ago.

What caused these plants to gradually wither and even die, and what caused these creatures to die in large swaths on the wasteland.

When the legend first began, there were still countless livestock at the end of the river. If this was a paradise, why did the ancestors of the Yi tribe leave their homeland, climb over the mountains, cross the dangerous dark river, and go to the forest?

After all, Han Feng saw very little, and if he could think of this step, it was already the end, and he felt that there were doubts everywhere in front of him, but fortunately, Bai Tong was on the side to answer the questions: "The so-called natural disasters do not necessarily refer to major droughts or torrential rains...... The collapse of the sky and the fall of the earth are all natural disasters. ”

The ability to cause a large area of plants to die in a short period of time is a factor in the drying up of water sources.

The rheumatism and heat in the south, the rain in the forest of the cangwu is more, so the forest is verdant, and the Yangjin Mountain is like a barrier to block the wind blowing from the south to the north, resulting in the two days of the south and north of the mountain, and the terrain is raised and the temperature is reduced, which is no longer suitable for the growth of tall trees. Thinking of the ancient river valley that cracked like an axe, and thinking of the legend of the annihilation of the Holy City, Han Feng finally understood: "The natural disaster thousands of years ago was an earthquake. ”

He once saw "Vicissitudes of Life" in the book, and always felt that it was just a legend used by generations to coax children, but he didn't expect that the legend of the Yi people could be a real story, and why can't the legend of the generation. For the Holy City, natural disasters are earth cracks, and it is the mulberry fields that become plateaus. When the ancestors of the Yi people left the land where they had been breeding for generations, they could not leave with the cattle that covered the field.

They didn't know what this place would look like in a thousand years, but the destruction of the Holy City made them sure they wouldn't be able to stay for long. That legend is a guiding light, and at the same time a kind of commemoration.

And the Snow Dragon Mountain he is going to now may have already been a dead place.

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