Yun Luo, who used his ultimate move, and Bai Qi, who used his special move, were in very bad spirits and their combat power was temporarily severely damaged. It was only because Feng Wuyou did not use his secret skill that his combat power was not damaged at all.

If there was only one ninth level evolver, Master Jinlian, the three heroes could kill Master Jinlian in less than five minutes with their ultimate moves. Even if there were six more eighth level evolvers, they could still kill Master Jinlian. But when the two ninth level evolvers came to the Potala Palace, the three heroes had no choice but to run away first.

"Wait? Or should we disband for the time being?" The pale-faced Yun Luo and the white-faced Bai Qi were drinking green tea in a cafe, asking lightly, with a hint of weakness in their voices. Yun Luo knew very well what the ninth-level Fire Crow King was like. If he hadn't been able to scare the Fire Crow King away at that time, this idiot might have tried his best to fight Yun Luo to his death.

When the idiot is in a daze, he can no longer think with the IQ of a normal person.

Bai Qi didn't say anything. Long periods of silence were Bai Qi's habit. No one spoke, and no one wanted to speak. That was it.

"The three of us will go traveling for a few days. Baxia has sent us the information about the two level nines. If there are only two level nines among the three of us, we can still kill Master Jinlian without losing anyone. The two level nines can't stay for long, especially the enemy of the sword demon, the level nine Fire Crow King. He is a fool." Feng Wuyou smiled elegantly and calmly, and gave a suggestion to hide temporarily. Yunluo had no objection, and Bai Qi didn't care. So, the three heroes of Baxia, who had rolled up a huge wave, disappeared quietly.

When these three men as cold and venomous as poisonous snakes set foot in the Potala Palace again, it will be a sure kill for Master Jinlian!

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Lulang is a small village, or more precisely, more than one small village, with three or two small villages scattered along the country road, separated by winding fences.

On the first day of our trip from Focheng, our driver Heige suggested that we stay in Lulang. We drove over Sejila Mountain, which was more beautiful than the first mountain we passed, Mila Snow Mountain. Mila Mountain was desolate except for its peacock-tail-shaped snow peak.

Sejila Mountain is covered with clouds, some are like thin yarn wrapped around branches, some are like rivers flowing, and the scenery is green and sometimes appears and disappears in the clouds. The nearby meadow is full of azalea trees. Heige said that if you come here in May, azalea flowers will be blooming everywhere, and you can imagine that it must be like a beautiful sight from heaven.

After crossing the Sejila Mountain, we arrived at the small town of Lulang. The small shops on both sides of the road had already lit up dim lights. When the three people arrived at the inn, it was pitch black and there were no stars in the sky. We didn't know where we were, so we just took down our luggage and went upstairs to see a four-person room and a six-person room. The beds were covered with Tibetan-style blankets with bright colors, and they were very clean. In the early morning, the three people went downstairs. They went into the kitchen and put porridge, kimchi and pancakes on the table, and ate some kimchi. The host was a gray-haired Tibetan uncle. He told the three people in a slightly awkward Mandarin that his daughter would also take your car to Chengdu, and asked them to take care of her on the way. Feng Wuyou smiled and said yes. Yes.

He also said that she was the one who cleaned your room, her name was Zhuoma, and she was going to school. So that's it, the beautiful girl with long eyebrows and big eyes was called Zhuoma.

After breakfast, the three of us had to walk around the village. We didn't know where we went the night before. When we walked out the door, we saw that it was a village. A rural road extended from the highway to the entrance of the village. The meadow, the woods, the front mountain, and the back mountain were all covered in thin vortices, and small yellow and purple flowers were blooming wetly on the roadside.

Fir and pine trees are also old friends, but the trees here are still covered with mistletoe, which is said to only be found in places with very good air. Tibetan houses are very distinctive, with white or lead-gray colors, colorful tiles, neat patterns on the corners, tall and tidy. This house is new to Yunluo.

The one who was most reluctant to leave was of course Zhuoma, she was leaving her own home. Her parents sent her to the car and kept giving instructions. Yunluo was about to fill the kettle with water, her mother immediately grabbed it, hurriedly ran to fill it with hot water, handed it to Yunluo, and politely said to the three people: Please take care of Zhuoma, her smile was so simple, all the loving mothers in the world have similar faces.

Even though they were reluctant, in the misty early morning, the three people said goodbye to Zhuoma's family and left the small village of Lulang.

…

The three of them started their second day of the Sichuan-Tibet line. Of course, they had a companion, the beautiful Tibetan girl Zhuoma. With Zhuoma on the bus, the driver Heige's Tibetan finally came in handy. Every once in a while, he and Zhuoma would chat in Tibetan. Outsiders couldn't understand the three of them, so they could only guess from the one or two ordinary words Zhuoma occasionally said.

Zhuoma was talking about her life and her love story. The pauses and fast speaking speed of Tibetan were very similar to French, but not hurried, like fine raindrops, evenly sprinkled on the wheat field. On the first day, Heige told everyone that the journey on the second day would be more exciting. It was indeed very exciting, even beyond imagination.

The birds were singing and the flowers were blooming, and there were beautiful scenery all the way. However, in this short day, the scene changed too quickly, and I didn't have time to experience the changes carefully. It felt unreal when I think back. It was as if Yunluo had become the hobbit's companion and embarked on a journey to find the crater with him.

The first thing I experienced was the beautiful river valley. Just like the willow forest that Frodo, the master of the Lord of the Rings, had visited, the trees were lush, the river was winding, the clouds were entwined in the forest, and the snow-capped peaks were dim behind the clouds. Such a place is suitable for elves, river gods or fairies to live. From Linzhi to Bomi, drizzling rain fell.

It seemed that the Hobbits were walking briskly ahead, and the elves were singing for them in the valley. The elves here should be wearing green clothes. From the mountain peaks to the valley, there were pine trees, fir trees, and ferns so tender that they could be pinched to make water. The green light flowed between them, sometimes shallow, sometimes thick.

Linzhi is known as Little Jiangnan, so the three of us didn’t see the famous U-turn of the Yarlung Zangbo River. However, Brother Hei considerately let the three of us get off the car and take a rest at a small visible turn, just like seeing a miniature version.

He said that if you want to see the most spectacular big turn, you must hike on the opposite mountain trail for 21 days. And that mountain trail also passes through several suspension bridges. People who can cross the jungle and suspension bridges need not only patience and physical strength, but also extraordinary courage.

As the saying goes, "No pain, no gain." Imagine those who walk for twenty-one days to reach their destination. They must have felt like the dwarfs of the Fellowship of the Ring who arrived at the forest of Galadriel, the Queen of the Faeries. On the one hand, they would be amazed, and on the other hand, they would feel that their hard work was meaningful.

After crossing the Bomi Bridge, the canyon receded and the sky cleared. Passing an unknown lake, the lake and the blue sky reflected each other. The horse leaned over the shore to eat grass. Is there anyone who eats as gracefully as a horse? Unless she has a long neck and gentle posture like a horse. The lake, willow trees, shallow grass, and grazing horses form a peaceful picture that makes people reluctant to leave.

The next place to go is the Midui Glacier. I heard from a person who has walked the Yunnan-Tibet line that he personally thinks it is the most beautiful place. Although everyone has different aesthetic tastes, the most beautiful must have something extraordinary. When the three of us stood at the foot of the glacier and experienced it in person, we realized that such praise was never in vain.

Yunluo had wondered what the rice pile meant. Could it be that there were rice growing over there? He imagined that the glacier was a large piece of ice, like glass, shining in the sun. In front of him was a canyon, and there was also a river at the foot of the mountain. There was no rice, but there were large fields of wheat spread out in golden color, and the small wooden house was hidden in the cool shadow of the trees.

Behind the wheat field and the cabin, the glittering Midui Glacier is not ice, but a snowy peak. Unlike the hazy snowy mountain seen before, it is so clear, as if it is right in front of us, crystal clear under the blue sky, shining with holy light.

If a person were suddenly airdropped here, he would definitely think he was dreaming. Only in dreams can such magnificent glaciers and snow-capped peaks be seen right before his eyes, while the wind blowing through the wheat fields, cows and horses crossing the streams, and children playing on the grass around him are the scenery of home. Contradictory and harmonious.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After leaving the glacier, I had not yet woken up from the dream, but I had already arrived at Ranwu Lake. Heige said: There is nothing to see, look, it is in front. It turns out that the river gathers into a lake after passing through the open land. It rained before, so the lake water is not clear, but in the embrace of white clouds, mountains, and blue sky, the breeze blows up fine ripples, still presenting a dreamlike beauty.

Going further, there are people living by the lake. The three of us walked into the inn by the lake and passed through the courtyard. There were pavilions on the water. Sitting in the pavilion, watching the sunset, having a cup of tea or light wine, and watching the tranquility of the lake, it is really a sight that you never get tired of. Then listen to that song. Someone said that the lake on the mountain is a teardrop falling on the surface of the earth.

This tear is so charming that people don't want to leave. But Brother Hei is urging the three people to move forward. If they don't stay here, they have to stay for eight nights and travel before dark. For the first time, Yun Luo deeply understood the feelings of cattle and sheep. They are eating grass happily at dusk, but the shepherd is driving them back home, and they are also reluctant to leave.

At the same time, I also understand the Tibetan pilgrims I just met by the lake. They brought their families and bowed to the Buddhist city. Their faces were frosted, but their smiles were bright. They prayed for the next life, so that they would not have to reincarnate as cattle and sheep. If Nyingchi is beautiful and Midui is magnificent, then Ranwu Lake is gorgeous. The three beauties each have their own merits.

It would be best to stay overnight at Ranwu Lake to experience the dusk, starry sky and morning by the lake. Heige said: What is so good about this lake! In fact, he had his own thoughts. If the lake was so beautiful that the three of them were reluctant to leave and wanted to stay, then he would have to travel more the next day. There was nothing he could do about the limited time.

Yun Luo muttered to himself: Could it be that Brother Hei is so used to seeing these mountains and rivers that he treats them as normal? Just now, when we got off the car by the lake, he was happily taking pictures with his camera.

I had to leave and head straight to Basu at the foot of the Eastern Himalayas. It would be okay to leave some regrets behind. Next time if I have the chance to pass by Ranwu, I must stay by the lake. At that time, I will not be like the cattle or sheep that have not eaten enough grass at dusk, but like the fish, slowly and leisurely, with no one urging me.

Chapter 456: If you hate someone, kill him.

Chapter 456: If you hate someone, kill him.