"Backpacks, alpine tents, down sleeping bags, hiking boots, ice axes, stoves, well, it's all basically complete!" Mo Di ordered the items, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Kunlun! I can finally go to your side!" After packing his bags, Mo Yan looked at the photo of Kunlun Yuxu Mountain pasted on the wall, and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts and enthusiasm.

Mo Yan can no longer remember when he had the idea of climbing Kunlun Mountain, probably when he heard those bizarre myths and stories from his grandmother when he was a child, Kunlun's shadow is like a seed sprouting in his heart, as he grows older, myths seem to be just stories, but all kinds of magical aura has never left Kunlun, it has gradually grown into a climbing tree in Mo Yan's heart, and it shines brightly.

So Mo Yan began to learn mountaineering, and he longed to climb Kunlun in person, to see the ancestor of the ten thousand mountains in person, and to see the "born out of thin air, Mang Kunlun" in Chairman Mao's article.

After several years of studying, climbing, and accumulating experience, this time Mo Yan finally won the opportunity to follow a world-class mountaineering team to climb Kunlun Yuxu Mountain.

"Ink Death!

A shout outside the door interrupted Mo Yan's memories.

"Oh! come on!" Mo Yan promised to quickly pack his things, ran out, opened the door and turned back to see the photo on the wall, "I'm here! Kunlun!"

"Hey, why are you so slow!"

"Yes, yes, I'm slow, after all, not everyone can become a fast gunner like you Ao Kun!"

"Fuck your uncle! You're the fast gunner! Your whole family is a fast gunner! Hey, I miss you so much when you first joined the team, what is the matter with this crooked appearance of the deputy chief!"

"You've just grown crooked! I've said I'm a slow-burning type, and that's how it is after getting acquainted! Hehe" Mo Yan smiled and turned over into the car.

"Let's go!

"I'll wipe it, Xiao Hei, you're tricky!Wait for me!" Ao Kun chased after him with a constipated look.

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Kunlun, the Yuxu Peak at an altitude of 6000 meters is slim and elegant, covered in silver all the year round, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the peak is towering and majestic, and it looks like a beautiful and dignified woman. Standing tall in the mountains.

On the mountainside, a mountaineering team climbs. The whole team was silent, facing the wind and snow, and climbed up with difficulty.

Suddenly, at the end of the ink stumbling into the air, it fell downward.

He wanted to let out a cry of sorrow before he died, but he knew that as long as he made a sound, someone would be frightened, unsteady climbing, and fall again! He gritted his teeth and held back not to make a sound. "Farewell, my Kunlun!" Mo Yan thought to himself.

In this way, he fell silently towards the ice valley.

Only Ao Kun witnessed this tragic scene.

Originally, he could have screamed, but years of experience have made him understand that a scream will not only not save Mo Yan, but will also frighten the other team members and bring disaster to the whole team.

He continued to climb like no one else, and with every step, tears would fall, "Don't cry, tears will freeze too...", Ao Kun persuaded himself, "Don't be, Mo Yan, my friend." ”

Finally ascending Yuxu Peak, everyone was overjoyed, and climbing Kunlun once was also a dream in their hearts. Ao Kun finally burst out crying, and only then did everyone wake up from their joy and find that Mo Yan was gone, and the living treasure Mo Yan was gone! Ao Kun told the truth.

Everyone was silent for a moment and didn't say anything.

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On the other side, the falling ink died inexplicably calmed down after experiencing the initial panic and panic.

"It's been an unexpectedly long fall. Mo Yan thought so.

Everywhere you look, the snow-capped peaks glow rosy red in the sunlight, and the clouds in the sky seem to be galloping through thousands of horses, whistling in the wind.

"It's probably great to die in Kunlun, right? Mo Yan thought so, and slowly closed his eyes.

There was a muffled sound.

"I'm rubbing, I'm killing my uncle! Mo Yan touched his buttocks, which had been broken into eight petals, and couldn't stop muttering, "Lao Tzu is not dead?" Mo Yan looked at the ice platform that protruded under him, and the thick ice and snow covered it, and the gravure mark of a human figure was particularly obvious.

"It seems that this thick snowflake saved me, thank God so much. Mo Yan's face couldn't help but bring joy, but when he looked down, it was still unfathomable, and when he looked up, he couldn't see people. How can I be rescued in this place where the birds don't? I'm afraid that the people in the mountaineering team wouldn't have thought that my ink would fall to the ice platform, right?

"Alas, life is bitter~" A sigh is an inexhaustible despair.

The wind was whirring, the snow was drifting, and Mo Yan could only keep moving closer to the mountain to avoid the increasingly fierce wind and snow.

"Thief God, you might as well let me fall to my death! Mo Yan pointed his middle finger to the sky, looking indignant.

"Do you want to be immortal, and then jump down?" Having said that, listening to the sound of the hunting wind, you really don't dare to let Mo Yan jump again. Only after experiencing death can I know the preciousness of life.

Punched the mountain wall hard, "His grandmother's, if I can live this time, I must take this god..."

Boom, a heavy and muffled sound came, Mo Yan couldn't help but sweat on his head, "Ahem, I must worship this God well!" Reaching out and wiping a handful of sweat, Mo Yan criticized himself again, "Ya, I'm going to die, why am I afraid that he is a thief? But what if he can live? Who knows about fate?"

Looking up at the sky, Mo Yan stretched his waist and leaned back, but he never thought that he would lean on it, but the back collapsed, and a cave appeared after the snow wall collapsed.

"I'm rubbing, this fell off the cliff, strayed into the cave, just a book of martial arts cheats, then I'm just a pig's foot written by Mr. Jin, Zizi, it's a pity that this is reality, not a novel." Mo Yan teased himself a few words, but his feet involuntarily walked towards the depths of the cave, at this moment, if there is a little life, who dares not to try?

The more you walk into the cave, the more rocky it becomes, the narrower the mountain path, and the path to the people gradually becomes only crawling, and the glimmer of light in front of you is the driving force that supports Mo Yan to keep moving forward. I remember that I used to advertise that I was an apostle of darkness, what darkness gave us black eyes, I want to pursue a darker darkness or something, worshipping darkness seems to be a weapon to highlight one's difference, but now the glimmer of light in front of me moves me even more, and I can't help but burst into tears.

When I finally climbed to the light source, I found that it was just a small hole, disappointed or desperate?

"I'll go to your uncle! I don't believe it!"

took out the only remaining ice axe and struggled to chisel towards the mountain wall, and at once it was a desire for life, and a voice was a question of fate. I don't know how long it took to finally put down my hand weakly, and I calmed down after the initial madness.

"Hey, I've always prided myself on being chic, I never thought, alas..."Who can really be 100% relieved of life?

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound, and the cliff behind him cracked again (alas, why should I use one?), the rumbling sound was endless, and Mo Yan suddenly turned back when he heard this, and when he looked back, he saw that it was a brilliant light!

"What the hell is this!" Mo Yan only sighed urgently, his head was clouded, and he lost consciousness.