Regarding the chaos on the rivers and lakes caused by Tang Rou's death, Ye Feng knew nothing about this bloody storm.

At this moment, he was getting out of the Tibetan felt tent and walking outside, facing the vast grassland, the blue sky, the drifting white clouds, and breathing a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Fatzi was still sleeping soundly in the tent at the moment, and his deafening snoring was as loud as thunder, so that Ye Feng couldn't sleep, so he could only come out to breathe.

Just let him sleep well, Ye Feng thought, he has really suffered him in the past few months.

Ye Feng and the others are now in the Wusi Tibetan Land, but the hardships they have experienced along the way in the past few months are far from being as simple as a word.

They set out from Xining Prefecture and chose the route taken by Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty when she entered Tibet and kissed her, but Princess Wencheng's team of that year walked for more than two years, but Ye Feng and they didn't have so much time.

Before leaving, Zhang Fatzi carefully selected and purchased more than a dozen good horses, and also invited ten experienced guides, which made Ye Feng feel a little fussy.

In addition, he also bought a lot of materials in large bags and small packages, he bought dozens of catties of dried meat alone, and most of the others were mainly dry food.

Seeing the white silver in his pocket go out like flowing water, even Ye Feng felt a little distressed, and at the same time a little curious, where did he get so many silver taels on his body, a son who had fallen into distress and a fugitive who was running away?

Although Tang Da had given Zhang Fatzi some silver before leaving, it wasn't so much, right?

It seems that this fat man must have secretly accumulated a lot of private money behind everyone's back, but looking at his current unsparing appearance of buying large, it is conceivable that the road ahead is difficult.

Ye Feng is not as well-read as Zhang Fatzi, he is well-read and has a strong memory, and he doesn't know about the situation along the way into Tibet, so he has to be tossed by Zhang Fatzi.

Finally waited for him to finish tossing, and the group set off in a majestic manner, not far away, in front of the high Sun Moon Mountain.

Although the Sun Moon Mountain is high, but the mountain is not so difficult, soon Ye Feng and they climbed to the top of the Sun Moon Mountain, looking far away, in front of them is a vast prairie, and the northwest direction is the beautiful Qinghai Lake.

Qinghai Lake, called "Tsowenbu" in Tibetan, means blue ocean, looking at the starfish mountain in the lake from afar, like a black jewel, inlaid on the indigo blue lake, the scene is really magnificent.

Turning over the Sun Moon Mountain, it is a flat prairie with a flat river, Ye Feng and their horse team traveled very smoothly, Zhang Fatzi was also in a very high mood along the way, and he saw everything very novel, and he said again and again that it was worth the trip to see such a beautiful scenery.

Soon, however, after crossing the savannah, they were faced with a towering peak, the peak of Nomugang.

The guides said that according to the locals, there was a heavy miasma in the mountain, so when they reached the mountainside, everyone had garlic in their mouths to prevent the miasma.

This is a bitter fat man, what he hates most is to eat garlic, and now he has to keep it in his mouth from time to time, so that he is choked by the smell of garlic and his eyes are covered with tears, and his face is red.

However, the more arduous is still to come, the higher the mountain, the thinner the air feels, people are about to lose their breath, even the horses have to stop and breathe for a while before they can continue to move forward.

Ye Feng felt that his chest was suffocating, his mind was swollen, and the fat man Zhang vomited several times, and he was weak.

Even the sunlight cast by the seemingly pure sky became a dangerous enemy, burning people's faces with great pain. Everyone can only cover their heads with clothes, and only show a pair of eyes to avoid sun damage.

It took a whole day and a night, and Ye Feng and the others finally turned it over

In front of this terrible peak, there is a vast grassland, the Guoluo grassland.

There are many nomadic groups living here, and there are really cattle and sheep everywhere, and there is a great artistic conception of "wind blowing grass and seeing cattle and sheep".

The beautiful grassland made the half-dead Zhang Fat Man, who had just come down from the peak of Nuomugang, start to be excited again, and even began to learn to sing loudly from the herdsmen, although he couldn't understand what they were singing.

Everything here is very good, the only drawback is the unpredictable weather, just now the sun is still shining, the sky is clear, Zhang Fatzi's joy has not passed, suddenly it is cloudy, heavy rain poured.

In the midst of this pouring rain, Zhang Fatzi was cursing the fickle God, and suddenly they found that they had come to an even more dangerous area.

It is called the Sea of Stars, and the name may sound beautiful, a vast expanse of water meadows, but under the dense water grass, there are many large and small swamp mires.

These swamps are bottomless, and if people or livestock fall into them, they will be destroyed.

Ye Feng and their horses were all hesitant and refused to move forward, they could only get off the horse, find a long stick and cautiously try to move forward, only under their traction, these horses will continue to move forward with great reluctance.

Although they were already very careful, but on the way, there were still a few horses that accidentally slipped into the swamp, watching them scream and slowly sink into the quagmire, Ye Feng and each of them felt a chill in their hearts.

This journey lasted for five days, and he finally passed through this terrible sea of stars, and when he walked out, Ye Feng prayed in his heart that he would never come to this kind of ghost place again in this life.

Except for the sea of stars, it was a vast muddy puddle, the water was knee-deep, but fortunately they rode on their horses and galloped, but countless mud splashed along the way, turning them all into mud men and mud horses.

Fortunately, not far through the muddy mire, there was a big river with rolling waves, and they washed off the sludge by the river and finally had a good rest.

Zhang Fatzi has read a lot of books, and he is very sure that this river is the upper reaches of the Yellow River, which made Ye Feng a little surprised.

Outside the city of Lanzhou, he had seen the Yellow River swept with mud and sand and rolling waves, and he never imagined that its upper reaches would be so clear and clear, and the creation between heaven and earth was indeed magical.

There was no bridge on the river, Ye Feng and the others walked along the river for a long time, and finally found a shallow beach where the water was not so turbulent, and the group led the horses to cross the source of the Yellow River on foot.

Not long after passing through the source of the Yellow River, a large river appeared in front of them, but when they saw that the river was turbulent, the torrent was turbulent, and the river was so wide that it seemed that they could not see the edge at a glance.

The guide told them that the river was called the Tongtian River, which was the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. In the Central Plains, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are separated by thousands of miles, and it is unthinkable that their birthplace will be so close to each other.

Ye Feng vaguely felt that this name was somewhat familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Zhang Fatzi came over triumphantly and said: "Tongtian River, we actually arrived at Tongtian River, it seems that we are going to get the Western Meridian!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly remembered that at that time, there were many storytellers performing in the tea shops and restaurants in the Central Plains, and most of what they told was the widely spread story of the Three Kingdoms, as well as the mythical story of Master Xuanzang's westward journey in the Tang Dynasty.

Ye Feng had naturally heard many of these stories, and he remembered that there was a place called Tongtian River, but he didn't know if it was the upstream river of the Yangtze River in front of him.

He couldn't help but quipped to Zhang Fatzi: "I heard that it was a monk in the Tang Dynasty who came to the bank of the Tongtian River with a monkey and a pig, and now the pig is still there, only."

I don't know where the monkeys have gone?"

Of course, Zhang Fatzi could hear the ridicule in his words, straightened up a face, and asked rhetorically: "Do you think you are a monk? Be careful that you can't get a wife in your life." ”

The joke between them eased the atmosphere for a moment.

However, jokes aside, how to survive this river has become a big problem.

The locals used a rudimentary raft raft, and when the water level dropped during the dry season and the river was less turbulent, people and animals stood on it and forced their way across the river.

But Ye Feng and the others didn't have time to wait for the dry season, even if it was dangerous, they decided to take a risk.

Although there were very experienced rafts on the ground, two rafts were unfortunately capsized by the turbulent waves on the way to cross the Tongtian River, and two guides and several horses died in the surging river.

Compared with the horses, Zhang Fatzi was more distressed by the luggage washed away by the river, almost all of their jerky was on those horses, looking at the rolling river, Zhang Fatzi was simply crying without tears.

Continuing from the south bank of the Tongtian River, you can already see the snow-capped Tanggula Mountains all year round.

However, Tanggula, who has not entered the Wusi Tibet, if they want to enter the Wusi Tibet, they must climb over the extremely dangerous Tanggula Mountain, which is their real test.

At first, the mountain was not steep and relatively gentle, but the thin air made it almost impossible to breathe, and even the horses had to stop and breathe a few times after walking two steps.

When they continued up through a relatively low pass, they could see the power of Tanggula Mountain.

The wind here was very fast, and as the clouds in the sky quickly rolled and changed, the fierce cold wind swept the ice and snow, and the sky was so overwhelming that people couldn't open their eyes at all. The footprints left by the people in front of them walked up, and by the time the people behind walked up, they had been covered by the wind and snow that blew over.

Even if he was wrapped in thick clothes, this cold wind seemed to be able to blow through, it still made people shiver with cold, and he almost couldn't take a step at all, Zhang Fat Man curled up into a ball, tugging on the reins of the horse, and was slowly dragged away, Ye Feng also felt a headache, and felt as if he would be blown away by this strong cold wind at any time.

The saddest thing was that at night, even in the most sheltered places, the tent could not be erected at all, and as soon as it was erected, it was blown away by the strong wind, and the group could only helplessly huddle together, leaning on the horses to keep warm for the night.

At night, the Tanggula Mountains were dripping with ice, and at dawn they found that several horses had frozen to death, and two guides would never wake up again.

The corpses didn't even have to be buried, because in a few moments their bodies would be completely covered in snow and ice swept by the cold wind.

The rest of the people continued to advance, and as they got closer to the top of the mountain, the horses began to die one after another, and some of the guides had frostbitten legs, so they had to stay and die, or they suddenly fell to the ground as they walked, and could not get up again.

After all, Ye Feng and Zhang Fatzi have martial arts, and they can barely fight against this severe cold, but the guides and horses around them gradually decreased, and when they finally crossed Tanggula Mountain after all their hard work, only the last guide and a horse they each led were left.

This is the Usz Tibet.

They have finally arrived in the land of Usz!

When they saw the first felt tent on the grassland, Ye Feng and Zhang Fatzi looked at each other's already deformed faces, and shouted excitedly, but they couldn't make a sound, and their voices had already been completely dumb.

Then, in the warm sunlight, they both fainted.