The underworld is in the wind and snow, and the fifth volume of Mobei Tianjiao is the sixtieth chapter of Sarilang

It was dark again, but it wasn't until midnight that the camels got up again and zigzagged along the rugged, narrow, high and steep passage behind the icefall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info walked out of the icefall in an even more eerie place, it seemed to be the same terrain area as the place where the icefall was entered, but the scene was completely different. It seemed to be the source of those ice waters, several high snowy mountains towered over, and the camels moved very slowly, as if they were afraid of something, and they were careful with every step. Until the darkest hour before dawn, out of the area. Just behind us, I had no intention of looking back at the scene after an avalanche, and I realized what the camels were afraid of, and what it meant to hear the rumbling sound in the night, and it seemed that the mysterious man who had left behind his companion must have died here.

Continuing eastward, I stomped my feet and shook my hands from time to time, and the camels got used to my strange appearance. By noon, I saw a strange sight in the distance on the left side of the valley where I had followed the ghost camel, on the northern slope. The slopes weren't very steep, and the March sun had melted away a lot of snow on the sunny slopes, but they were still knee-deep. There are a lot of snow cannons in places where there is a lot of melting, and I invented the word snow cannon when I was in my hometown, and there will be a lot of snow in the spring. Because the sun shines from the south, the snow melts first from the south, and the top of the snow is hard and dense and not easy to melt, and the soft snow below melts earlier, and a snowdrift that is high in the south and low in the north like a fort will appear. You can see that the slopes are sheltered and warm, and the snow and ice melt earlier than anywhere else. Halfway up the mountain, there was a depression, three or four hundred meters away from me, and I could see a rather majestic pine tree in the middle of the sparse woods, with something on top of it. In fact, this is not surprising, I have also seen it in my hometown, there are large crow's nests, big enough for a small room to warm up in the middle of winter, and so big that it is parasitic on the pine trees that covers half of the tree. But the difference I saw this time was that this pine tree was surprisingly thick, with a diameter of more than three meters, and it would take a thousand years for such a thick pine tree to grow. There were strangely regular logs placed in the branches at the top of the tree, some of which were rotten and broken, and some of which had changed their position and posture, but it was obvious that someone had deliberately tied them up. Could it be that it was a book house built on the top of a tree? How many years ago did a tree house decay into such a state? Not far from the ground below the tree house, there was a real camp tent, a poke mule. It is the traditional dwelling of the Daur people, with a dozen long wooden poles tied together at the upper end, and the bottom separated into a circle to support it, making a rough conical shape, covering it with animal skins on the outside, leaving a mouth at the top. If you live in it and make a fire, smoke will come out from the top, and the people inside will not be exposed to the wind and cold and can keep warm. But the mule on the hillside was in tatters, the hides had long since been broken and blown apart, and there were only four or five wooden poles left to support them. I thought I should check it out, but the ghost camels weren't waiting for me. So I went around there a little, and walked as fast as I could, lest the camels go far and find them.

I walked under the huge pine tree and looked around, only to see a messy fall of logs, and a few bones that could not be distinguished. The crunch sound of stepping on the dead branches under his feet alarmed several strange screaming Hai Dongqing on the tree to fly up suddenly. I thought to myself, I'm afraid that's why I found out the day before yesterday that there was a group of Haidongqing flying in the sky in the dark night. This time my whereabouts should also be exposed, needless to say, those Wu Song, black-clothed people, and cold gunmen can all find my whereabouts from these Hai Dongqing, so it's better to disappear quickly. But I hadn't looked at the poke mule, and I walked briskly there, rummaging through the few rotten trees that were left. The rotten wood could not withstand my touch at all, and all of it had dissolved into dirt, and few pieces still retained the shape and texture of the wood. There is a basically intact human skeleton buried in the middle, the posture of the human skeleton is a little messy, it seems that someone has moved, there is nothing around, I briefly observed it and quickly looked at the back of the ghost camels to chase over.

I trekked through the soft and hard snow until it was dark, and finally walked out of the steep mountain, and saw the eastern horizon through the cracks in the hills. The sun glowed red in the mountains behind it, and finally turned into a red line that stretched to the north and south along the earth. In front of us, in the east, it was gray, and even the horizon could not be seen clearly. The ghost camels walked on the flat terrain, and their speed increased, without the slightest intention of stopping to rest. As I walked like this, I suddenly noticed something under my feet, very similar to the helmet I found in the crypt of the Leng family shop, and there was a long knife every few steps. I looked closely, and more things appeared, the heads of the red tassel spears, the scattered armor, the bows, and more human bones in between. According to the area and density I have seen, there are at least a few hundred or more bones, most of which have been buried by the wind and sand, but they can still be distinguished. I can only guess that this is an ancient battlefield, and I have not studied the specific characters and eras, and it is in vain to see it. And I see signs that these things are being turned over and cleaned up, indicating that I am not the first to notice them. "You don't see, Qinghai head, no one has collected the white bones from ancient times. "Whoever these warriors are for, which side of the army they are for, who have given their lives here for their faith and for their great chief, they deserve my admiration. In fact, I envy them for being able to sing a song happily, 'Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't laugh, come back to fight a few people in the past!', and then fight without hesitation, and finally abandon the corpse in the wilderness. But I can only hastily raise my hands to them and salute them in a modern military salute, and think about it and bow my head with my hands in fists to show my reverence.

The camel bones were not at all nostalgic for these things, and resolutely marched eastward, and I also gave up the study of this ancient battlefield to mourn, and followed the procession silently. I didn't know where I was going, and I almost forgot my purpose, so I just followed in a daze. It was dark and the road was dangerous, and I didn't know how far I walked in the middle of the night, and I came to a flat place. In the darkness, I thought it should be a meadow, because there was mud and dead grass under my feet, which had been frozen hard by the cold night. The camels stopped for some reason and wandered here doing some strange movements. The skull bobbed up and down as if nodding, sometimes leaning its head down to the grass to sniff, and the mandible making motions as if calling, but there was no sound. In the end, everyone lay down very leisurely and stared desolate into the distance, and could only say yes but could not say that they could not say yes, because there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, and I wondered if they were staring into the distance into the deep twilight.

I could see that they were laid-back and felt safe here. It was a cold night, so I took off my soaked shoes and socks, spread out my sleeping bag and went in. But at this time, the long buzzing sound was heard again in the distance, without intermission, without rhythm, like an air raid siren, gradually intensifying and sometimes weakening and then intensifying. I don't know if it's the same source as the buzz in the snowy valley, but it's too far away, and it's dozens of kilometers after walking for so long, so I can't believe it's the same sound source, but the sound pattern is exactly the same, but it seems more distant.

The earth was still empty, except for the spirits of those camels, and at a depth of ten meters I met another soul. It sensed me too, and at first avoided me, and I pretended not to care about it, and it changed to follow me as if it were away. The image is a little distorted, but it is very empty, distressed and overwhelmed, and it is trying to maintain its image but it cannot be lost. In short, it's a very contradictory image, I can't tell the specifics, and of course I'm even more confused.

I started by communicating with it: "What are you doing?"

It: "I don't know, you're not one of those few, maybe I'm waiting for you, maybe you're looking for me, can you tell me something?"

Me: "Who are you?"

It: "I?・・・・・・, I'm Sarilang!"

Me: "Are you the soul of this flower?" When I was learning Mongolian, I learned about Sarilang, which is a red flower in the Mongolian desert, which will fill the fields in midsummer, as long as there is grass, there is Sarilang, its Chinese name should be Shandan flower.

Sarilang: "Perhaps, but I don't think I've ever bloomed. ”

Me: "Okay, you little fool. Are you a princess?"

Sarilang: "I'm a princess, I'm a princess! yes, yes, I'm a princess!"

I kind of think this guy has a broken brain, but is it a princess or not? Will my brain be broken if I continue to talk to him?" "Eh, okay princess, I'm looking for a silk book, do you know where it is?"

Sarilang: "Silk book?・・・・・・ Silk book・・・・・・ What is Silk Book?"

I was disappointed, it was a delay. "It should be something like a handkerchief. "I searched around as I coped with it, and if the earth were air, it would be strange to look at the stones, the dirt, and the water in the air, both present and unreal, like clouds, water vapor, and rainbows. But no matter how strong the wind is, they don't move, like a beam of light on the ground, and the wind blows away everything on the ground, but it has nothing to do with the light.

I wandered around eagerly, and Sarilang followed me all the time, and finally stuck with me and couldn't shake it off, and I was entangled with it. Now I have a special feeling, like wearing a little bit of colored glasses, my observation and thinking have been induced and distorted in a certain way, I will look at the problem from another angle and way, and its memory is also displayed in my heart, and I suddenly entered its life course. I felt like a lonely traveler, or a bystander, as if there was someone, or a consciousness, guiding me to the stories that she was proud of or impressed. It's happening, and I'm like a breath of air, but I can't affect it in the slightest.