???? is a mistake, use pinyin as standard

  Baidu = white ferry

  Yixia = with shrimp

  nèi = hey

  yan = flame

  ge = elder brother

  guan = pipe

  kan = chop

  zui = drunk

  xin = letter

  hang = Zhang

  jie = street

  "Hush..." A voice whispered in Gasa's ear, and it wasn't until he was dragged out of the tent that he realized it was Feng Qiyun. There was a bloodstain on his face, and his clothes were torn, revealing the cotton padding underneath. Gasa had barely spoken to this person along the way, only knowing that his surname was Feng and his name was Qiyun.

  "Feng Ge, it's your turn." He pointed at Feng Qi Yun who looked a bit disheveled and said: "Now it's my turn to be on duty."

  The wind rose and the cloud did not speak, but only smiled. He pointed to the pile of firewood not far away, indicating that he had just gone to pick up firewood and then bent down and rushed into the tent.

  In the west, dawn breaks two hours later than in the east. At a little past seven, when Cha Wenbin got up, Gasa was already asleep by the fire pit, which still had last night's embers. The sky outside was a dull blue and the snow had stopped falling. It was extremely cold outside. He went inside to grab a quilt for Gasa to wrap himself in. The child shivered as he woke up. Seeing his employer, he seemed somewhat embarrassed, scrambling to get up, his eyes also red from sleep, saying: "I fell asleep..."

  "Go back and sleep for a while, it's still early in the morning." Cha Wenbin liked this kid, he had backbone and took responsibility.

  "No, I've already slept. Let's get them to prepare breakfast." He got up and grabbed a military canteen to scoop up the snow that had fallen last night, poured it into the canteen and threw it onto the fire pit. As he watched the hot air rising from the canteen, Cha Wenbin asked him: "Have you been to Langjia Gorge before?"

  He shook his head and nodded, "I've been to the entrance of that canyon when I was seven years old with Buji Grandpa. He's the best hunter on the grassland, only he can get the most complete yellow sheepskin." He pointed at his eyes, "From here, the skin is intact, his sheepskin always sells for the highest price." He seemed to be lost in that memory and continued, "Buji Grandpa only hunts one yellow sheep a year. He says yellow sheep are a gift from heaven to the grassland, you have to know when to take and give up. But he hasn't hunted yellow sheep for a long time now."

  Cha Wenbin comforted him: "That's because he's old, the grasslands need young hunters like you to continue galloping."

  Gasa shook his head and said, "No, Bujigaga's... his eyes are blind." After a pause, Gasa's eyes seemed to reveal a hint of moisture as he continued, "Bujigaga said he owed Huangyang, now he can repay him, he... he dug out his own eyes himself."

  Cha Wenbin was also shocked, how could this hunter treat himself like that? Nga Sang said: "He shot and killed a pregnant ewe, the lamb in her belly was about to be born. Master Buji said, this is his only mistake, he made an error, he must pray for the great god's forgiveness."

  Later, Cha Wenbin learned about this incident. In the winter of 1980, old man Buji went into the mountains to hunt and walked to the entrance of the Narigala Valley. At the entrance, he saw a group of fat and beautiful yellow sheep. This experienced grassland god gunner always only shot adult male sheep. Suddenly, a blizzard started, and the snowflakes blinded his eyes. The sheep began to stir, and Gasa pulled the trigger in his hand, aiming at the leading sheep with long horns on its head. However, the one that fell was a pregnant ewe, still accurately shooting through the sheep's eye. But the old man knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up.

  He said it was the heavenly god's punishment, a faith that had been respected for decades collapsed in an instant. The old man of Bugui threw his beloved hunting rifle off the cliff, and then he...

  The people of the grasslands all have an unspoken obsession, Zha Wenbin began to understand why Gasa refused help, his father Luomu was his faith, he firmly believed that his father was a great man.

  More than eight o'clock, the horizon finally lit up with a fish belly, and the holy sun slowly rose from the foot of the eastern mountain. The golden light shone on the white snow-capped mountains, and for a moment it was as if I had arrived in a fairyland. The beautiful reflection began to appear again, and the calm lake water was like a gentle girl, with a slight breeze stroking her hair, flashing over the ripples, folding into layers that made people's hearts messy and infatuated.

  The temperature began to rise, and Gasa said that the snow that fell last night would all melt into this holy lake. He devoutly worshipped the rising sun, which was the most sincere prayer of their grassland people.

  People who got up one after another started to fill their hunger from last night. In the morning, Gesang told them that they could have cooked food and said that snowmen were afraid of light, which would blind their eyes. Pangzi was delighted to roast the highland barley bread, and Gesang made them warm butter tea. The combination of these two foods could quickly replenish their energy. Zha Wenbin also gradually got used to the altitude here, and his head was no longer as painful as it was last night.

  Kasang said, walking to the other side of the lake, crossing that snowy mountain and walking for another day, you can see the entrance of Gangler Canyon. After breakfast, Zha Wenbin saw a lama holding a prayer wheel walking slowly along the lake shore. Kasang said he was a monk here, coming to Shenhu every day. Although people here are poor, they live simple and fulfilling lives, they know how to give up and respect.

  Pack up your luggage, Snow Mountain is right in front of you. This mountain isn't high, Gasa said there's a road that can be passed through.

  It's strange that he didn't head up the mountain, instead leading them to circle around the lake. By a little past 10, they arrived at the left side of Snow Mountain. He skillfully pulled out his ice axe and stabbed it into the ice wall. With two hands and two axes, alternating in a cycle, he was like Spiderman, instantly climbing up the twenty-odd meter high ice wall. Soon, he lowered down a rope from above.

  However, even with the rope, Cha Wenbin and Pangzi still found it very difficult, as the soles of their shoes couldn't find any traction on the icy surface. Fortunately, Ye Qiu and Feng Qiyun climbed up easily without much effort, and these two managed to pull everyone else up. It turned out that there was a hole above, and Gasa said that this hole had a left and right symmetry, when entering the mountain you must take the left path, and when exiting the mountain you must take the right path. Few people knew about this hole, it was told by Uncle Buji.

  "It takes a long time to get to the other side of the mountain, but it's faster from here." He pointed to the dark cave behind him and said: "Grandpa Buji said that you can't talk casually inside the cave. This is the nose of the mountain god. If you talk, he will hear it and get angry, and then he will sneeze. The strong wind inside the cave can blow a person's skin apart."

  For the child's words, everyone would smile in their hearts, but since he was the guide, everyone respected his words. The cave was over two meters high and more than one meter wide, forming a regular triangle, looking like it was formed by the movement of the earth's crust in the past. The road surface was not flat, with ups and downs, but covered with a thick layer of ice, to prevent slipping, everyone's shoes were tied with several layers of cotton cloth, even so, falls still happened from time to time.

  Gasa said that this road is over ten miles long, the cave is extremely dry and cold, it feels like walking in a refrigerator. About an hour or so later, Pangu hinted whether they could take a rest, his knees had been knocked several times, but Gasa gestured that they couldn't stay here, the faster the better. Pangu had no choice but to continue on their way, but since it was so cold, having a couple of drinks would be okay, right?

  This question, Gasa also didn't know how to answer. Anyway, before that, Grandpa Buji hadn't said anything, and looking at their faces which were almost frozen into purple color, Gasa still reluctantly agreed with this request.

  Pangzi carefully took out the wine jug from his bag, the freezing point of the wine was much lower than that of water, and at this time, taking a sip could quench thirst and ward off cold. Several people, including Gasa, had some, and the team, which had just become somewhat satisfied, prepared to continue on their journey, everyone feeling warmer, but just then, Fengqi made a gesture for them to pause.

  They were a group of old hands, and the situation was soon discovered. About 100 meters in front of them, a pair of eyes was staring at them intently. Gasa estimated that they had now walked halfway, right in the middle position. The green eyes were like bronze bells, and Cha Wenbin thought of what he saw last night as soon as he saw it. It turned out that there were some uninvited guests in this mountain after all.

  The wind rose and the clouds showed that everyone should not move, at this time it was also impossible to speak. He said in a low voice: "I had a deal with him last night, he's a pretty tough guy."

  Zha Wenbin didn't expect that this guy would hide it so tightly. Yesterday, he even reminded him, but he pretended nothing was wrong. "Have you seen?"

  "That kid wasn't wrong," he said, looking at Gasa. "Have you ever seen a snowman?" Gasa shook his head. The wind rose and Yun pointed to the pair of eyes in front: "That thing is probably what you call a snowman. Its whole body is snowy white, its strength is astonishing, its speed is comparable to that of a leopard. It's really a narrow road and we've run into each other again. I'm afraid it won't give up."

  So what happened last night?

  Not long after Cha Wenbin was blown into the tent by Feng Qiyun, Feng Qiyun got up. He had seen that thing a long time ago. In fact, when Cha Wenbin entered the tent, it was on the right side of their tent.

  "Yesterday, I had a fight with it and injured its arm. I'm not in great shape either." As he spoke, the wind blew open his thick collar, revealing a circle of scratches underneath. Although they were already scabbed over, they still looked shocking. He said, "I was worried you'd be concerned, thinking that traveling during the day would be safe. But it turns out it lives here." With that, he lightly patted his waist and a cold light appeared. In his hand was a two-foot-long object - a waistband sword, no wider than a small finger, its entire body gleaming with silver light. Even Ye Qiu couldn't help but take a look.

  "Stop wasting your energy, you all think you're still living in ancient times or something, always pulling out knives and swords. Get out of my way, I'll just shoot it to death." As he spoke, Fatso loaded his rifle, but Gasa stopped him, saying: "Gunfire will trigger an avalanche, shooting on a snowy mountain is suicidal, our entrance and exit will be sealed off."

  Gesa said, "That's right! Fatso's brain hasn't heated up to that extent yet." As soon as he changed hands with a dagger, he said, "Then let's have a knife fight, Old Two. Show off your skills for Brother Feng!"

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