Yun Luo is a sword demon, a killing demon king. () Bai Qi is an invisible blood shadow, a great demon. Feng Wuyou is the will of the sun, a demon.

These three men who are as cold as poisonous snakes are all cruel people who kill without blinking. The most cruel thing is that these three men can attack themselves. If they are broken, they will be broken.

But the specific three men are different. Feng Wuyou has no fear of death. His confidence comes from his unreserved trust in the level ten demigods and demons. The human demon has never disappointed Feng Wuyou. Bai Qi is fearless of death. That is Bai Qi has the ability to reborn with blood. He can survive even if he dies. Fighting is the most likely to fight to the death.

Yunluo believed that he would not die, so that he could move forward, his will was like a sword, and he could cut through everything.

As long as you don’t die, Yun Luo, Feng Wuyou, Bai Qi, these three men who are as cold as poisonous snakes can decisively give up their limbs, cut off their hands and feet, etc., are all trivial. Such three men have mysterious charm.

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When we arrived at the Bashi, it was already dark.

The original meaning of Basu is the village at the foot of Mount Warriors. Today, it has become a small town. It is backed by the barren mountains and side by rivers. I don’t know which mountain is Mount Warriors. Three people come all the way from Ranwu, and they are full of desolate mountains. They are rolling and undulating, not like mountains. It is more suitable to say that they are shadows or fossils of the mountain.

On the gray-green texture, there are no grass or trees, and some of them are also foliage-like veins, as if they have settled down from ancient times and are full of magical colors. It is reasonable to produce one or two warriors who subdue monsters in this place.

The unreasonable part is in the folds at the foot of the mountain. Green crops and fruit trees emerge from the most unexpected place. The oasis makes the three people drowsy. The oasis stimulates the three people to see sweet springs in deserts. I have to admire the reproduction ability of humans, and they are decorated with beautiful flowers in places suitable for the appearance of monsters.

Although the three of them couldn't see where the water was, the water must have flowed under this beauty, nourishing this small piece of soil. It was not only a man-made effort, but also a creation Zhong Shenxiu.

Basu is a gathering place for multiple wasteland oasis. If you don’t look at its surroundings, you will suspect that you are in an ordinary small county town in the mainland. When you stay in the post and telecommunications hotel, you will find that the environment is refreshing, the bedding is clean, and the supply of hot water is sufficient. It is rare that you can live in this seemingly wild place so comfortable.

There is free internet service downstairs. After walking a few steps, there is a neat Sichuan restaurant next to it. The wall is decorated with a Sichuan-Tibet line map. The food is delicious. It may be too delicious. I can't remember where I ate that afternoon. I have always regretted not being able to live on the shore of Ranwu Lake. It seems that Basu is not bad either.

In one day, three people walked through Linzhi, past rice dumplings, and across Ranwu Lake. When they arrived at Basu, they felt like they were from a beautiful paradise and returned to the world of fireworks. A group of people had dinner and gathered together to discuss tomorrow's itinerary.

I rested for a night and got up early in the morning. When I walked to Basu Street, it was like a small market. Tibetans gathered, pushing cars, or placing baskets, placing vegetables, apples, pears, etc. I guess they came down from those oasis and came to sell their own fruits and vegetables early.

Yunluo also curiously bought some to try it. The pear meat was too rough and could only replenish water. The green apples were sweet and sour, and it was quite delicious. These fruits grew out of the wilderness, which was a miracle in itself. Walking along the street, there were large trucks roaring by, dust flying. Hurry up to avoid the houses along the street.

A group of elementary school students went to school with their backpacks, playing and raising each other, and raising their dark faces one by one. If Basu was a village under the feet of the warriors, then these elementary school students were descendants of the warriors. Perhaps it was Yun Luo who judged others by himself. If you want to be proud, there were more places they could be proud of. Even if they lived in an oasis, the place was indeed surrounded by the wasteland.

The roadside gradually became green and lush, with yellow, purple and white wild flowers dotted in the middle of the grass. Only when the three people saw the signs knew that they had arrived in Haizi Mountain. First, welcoming the three people two circularly connected lakes, and behind them were clear snow-capped mountains. Although we were used to seeing the snow-capped mountains, we were not surprised.

What’s interesting is the two lakes. Brother Hei said that this is the sister lake. It turns out that the similarity is very similar to the sisters who depend on each other and date. The lake water is blue and very quiet. The quietness of the snow-capped mountains is a kind of silence. You can still feel its strong and hard heart, making you want to call him and wake him up.

The quietness of the lake is pure and soft, making people want to sit down, lie down, close their eyes, and listen quietly, the sound of birds and the sound of wind. Walking forward, Feng Wuyou and Zhuoma really lie on the grass and pose in front of the camera.

Nowadays, it is not a cluster of wild flowers that are occasionally filled with wild flowers, and they are dotted on the grassland like stars. Apart from wild flowers, the cattle and sheep on the slopes do not raise their heads, and they eat grass diligently. They always lower their heads so much that their necks are not sour, but the grass is too sweet. They have no time to raise their heads and look at the strangers who occasionally break in.

A shepherd girl noticed three people. She was a little girl with a braid, with a pair of black eyes shining with curiosity on her face, and she walked over, looking at the three people, and a little boy also came over. They were not timid, but they were not very good at speaking Chinese.

The little shepherd told Yun Luo that her name was Zhuoma and Zhuoma again. It seemed that this was indeed a very popular name among Tibetan girls. Zhuoma was everywhere, just like the wild flowers on the grassland.

When saying goodbye to Xiao Zhuoma, Yunluo gave her a small gift. She happily held Yunluo's hand and shook it hard. Her handshakes like this kind of closeness, just like the little sister next door, not like a stranger at all.

After getting in the car and leaving, the ranch was filled with wild flowers. After all, it was the first time that the three of them had seen it, not to mention that this large ranch was surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains. Yun Luo picked up his mobile phone to play back the photos he just took, including a photo of Xiao Zhuoma and the little boy looking back to back at the camera. Both of them had cool expressions, very similar to the characters in American movies.

Just like three people passing by Haizi Mountain and meeting Xiao Zhuoma. She lives on this pasture and her life must not be as comfortable as the children in the city. But her smile is also warm. There is also Da Zhuoma who Lulang began to join in. Their attitude towards strangers is like you are not a stranger, but a partner next door, who is humble and polite, and caring appropriately.

They may not know Haizi and have never read Haizi's poems, but Yunluo wants to tell the friend he knows and that hardcore fan that if Haizi meets them, he will definitely say: Xiao Zhuoma, Da Zhuoma, you are the images in the poem.

Of course, he will also bless that die-hard fan: Don’t forget the sufferings in the world, but I hope you can live as much as possible.

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Litang is the small county with the highest altitude in the world.

Although it has this honorary title, Yunluo saw it at first sight, it was just an ordinary small county town. The streets were dusty, and shops were displayed on both sides, with similar doors and faces. Most of the people who managed the shops were Han people.

Although it is ordinary, sitting in a small shop to eat, you can soon find something special. There are two types of people on the street who always wear uniforms, one is soldiers with neat steps and serious expressions, and the other is monks wearing purple-red robes in groups of three or three. After a closer look, most monks are only in their teens and are truly young monks.

After a while, two little monks walked into the snack bar. They greeted the boss's wife familiarly, as if they were family members. Seeing three people sitting, a pretty monk came over and asked where you came from.

He was not afraid of life, and Yun Luo was a little stunned. The young monk spoke very well in Chinese, and his attitude was generous, which was very different from the Tibetan monks who did not look squinting in the temple a few days ago. If he was not wearing a monk's robe, it would be more suitable to say that he was like a middle school student in his neighbor's house.

When the three people heard that they came from the Buddha city, the little monk looked excited, and his companions also surrounded him and talked to the three people about the heavens. It turned out that they were really students, practicing Buddhism in a large nearby temple.

Litang is in a mixed residence in Han and Tibetan areas. When the young monks come out early in the morning, they will go to the shop to hang out and often come into contact with people from all over the country. They like to ask: Where are you from and what are you doing? Is that place very far? In their hearts, the Buddha City is far away, and the distance where guests come are also mysterious.

Not only the little monks, but the Tibetans on the street are obviously different from those seen in the Buddha City. Tibetans in the Buddha City have thinner cheeks and are serious when they see strangers. Tibetans in Litang, whether they are uncles, sisters-in-law or girls, have a harmonious expression and a relaxed look. If they want to take photos or take photos for them, they will all agree happily.

It really is the land and water that nourishes the people. Whether Litang is good or not depends on the expressions of the people living in this place. Towns are places where shops gather, and the suburbs of the city not far away are the residences of herders. Litang is located in a flat lowland with undulating mountains and undulating mountains and stretching to the suburbs of the mountain, which is a large pasture.

It is very convenient for Aden to take the route from Litang to Daocheng. The three of them had extra half a day, so they specially asked their master to send the three of them to Daocheng.

If people impressed by Litang, Daocheng Road shows the vastness and beauty of nature. The grassland is connected to the grassland, and clouds float behind the mountain. The sky is sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy. When the three of them returned to Litang, the sunset was setting. As the car was walking, they suddenly stopped and stopped. Looking forward, they found that they had encountered cattle and sheep blocking the road.

Not a few, but a large area, filled the road ahead. The sheep walked lazily and slowly, without any rush. The three of them were watching in the car, without any rush. The sun that was sinking in the west was playing hide-and-seek behind a cloud, and it was not hiding tightly. The golden light fell from the gaps of the clouds, casting narrow and long light on the grassland.

When the sunset sets, there are still night stars.

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Another dark night came, the wind was Wuyou, the clouds fell, and Bai Qi stepped onto the square in front of the Potala Palace again.

Silent silence, dead waiting.
Chapter completed!