Both of them were cautious during the journey, but Rang Sique did not lose his mind again, and Li Luo did not notice anything strange. There was no danger.
When I left, it was just after noon. I calculated the distance and it was indeed not very deep into the misty snowfield. But once I stepped into this misty snowfield, there seemed to be no need to measure the depth.
The sun was just setting, and a feeble outline emerged from the clouds. Not only was there no light, but it looked even more twilight. In the blink of an eye, it was covered by another pile of gloomy snow clouds.
In the misty snowfield, the snow has not stopped yet.
Luye Naga was staring at him, and Li Luo had never thought that one day this sacred mountain of Caohai would be looked at so kindly by General Da Gan.
"Finally it's out."
"Well, thank you Miss Rang Si." Li Luocheng said with a polite smile.
"Are you leaving?" Rang Sique asked, and suddenly laughed at himself, "In the land of right and wrong, if you stay for a moment longer, you will be in more danger, and you will delay another day. We can't stay here anymore."
Li Luo was silent for a moment and said harmoniously: "No matter what, I have to thank the girl for saving my life."
Rang Sique suddenly turned around, stared at Li Luo aggressively, suppressed his voice, and shouted in a deep voice: "Why do you want to kill so many Caohai people? Are the people at Yingming Cape all your enemies in Tiannan? Yes,
Xiang Liuer and you are life-and-death enemies, but does she have the blood of innocent people on her hands like you?"
Li Luo was stunned and speechless, and then he suddenly realized that this was the real thought deep in the heart of Rang Sique. The bloody feud was not forgotten by Rang Sique, but he just hid it. Li Luo was still the sworn enemy of the Caohai tribes, and he was still burdened with
The blood debt of countless living lives, but this misty snowfield can cover up the hatred in Rang Sique's heart. The corner that is now lifted is probably just a glimpse of the leopard.
After spending one night together, living together and dying together, it was only when we parted that the trace of true feelings revealed by Rang Sique at this moment.
Li Luo looked at Rang Sique, pondered and pondered, and saw that the resentful Rang Sique was indeed her true face, or that her current appearance was also a deliberate move by Rang Sique.
"I am competing with Meng Jue, and she is more powerful than me. If she attacks her with her power, I will not be able to resist it. The thing I fear most in my life is the general trend. Once the power rises, no matter how talented you are, you will be astounded.
No matter how I plan my strategy, the most I can do is hang on for a while. I will eventually become a piece of sand in the torrent of the general trend, making a wave, blowing a gust of wind, and then returning to dust. So I can only take the wrong path and pull back a little bit.
The disadvantage when fighting Xiang Liu'er. There are reasons for everything, but what I did was not something worthy of praise. If one day I die in the hands of Caohai heroes, it will be considered as I have repaid the sinful debts of the past."
Ran Sique's chest rose and fell, and after a while he calmed down. There was no anger or hatred anymore, and he no longer questioned Li Luo. He was as indifferent as a stranger.
"Let's go." Rang Sique said expressionlessly, turned around and walked towards Luye Naga without looking back.
"Miss Rang Si, I have something to ask you."
Rang Sique did not pause in his footsteps, nor did he intend to stay. It seemed that he had no intention of paying attention to Li Luo.
Li Luo smiled helplessly, but he was asking for too much. Li Luo let out a breath and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly he heard the cold voice of Rang Sique: "What do you want to ask?"
Rang Sique stopped and looked at Li Luo coldly, a little reluctantly, but it was still a response.
"I have a question, who are the Naqin people, and what is their golden altar?"
A strange light flashed in Rang Sique's eyes. He took a deep look at Li Luo and answered simply: "The Naqin people are said to be a tribe living in the extreme northern wilderness. There are records, but no one has seen them.
Chin people. The golden altar is a relic of the Chin people. It is said that the secrets of heaven and earth are hidden there."
"Has anyone been to the Golden Altar?"
"Yes." Rang Sique paused for a moment before continuing flatly, "But I can't tell you."
Before Li Luo could ask any more questions, he saw Rang Sique turning around very quickly, dodged a few times, and disappeared into the forest at the northern foot of Luye Naga.
Looking at the retreating figure of Rangsi Que, Li Luo suddenly felt a sense of sadness, a hint of loss and concern, and an indescribable feeling that maybe one day, he would come back to this extreme northern wilderness.
"Uncle Beard, Uncle Beard, wake up quickly, we're here."
On the carriage, a chubby girl with pigtails vigorously shook the carriage. On the carriage, a sleeping figure with a straw hat turned upside down on his face, lying on a linen bag behind him, shouted in a crisp voice while shaking.
The figure murmured a few words in a dreamy manner, picked at his ears, and turned around to look like he was going to sleep for a while.
The girl's little face pouted, extremely dissatisfied, she climbed onto the figure's shoulders with her hands and feet, clasped her hands together, and shouted: "Wake up!"
There was such a loud sound that the sleeping figure was shaken. He covered his ears and said helplessly: "Shidan, Uncle Beard's ears have been deafened by your shouting."
The girl didn't come down in a hurry. She still sat astride the figure, put her hands on her hips, and said crisply: "Who told you to be so lazy? You just know how to sleep. Get up quickly. We're here."
The figure yawned, turned over carefully, put down the girl on his body first, took off the straw hat on his face, revealing a face stained by the vicissitudes of life, with a green beard, no wonder the girl called him Uncle Beard
Already.
The figure sat up, rubbed his eyes, and first looked up at the sun. It was past noon, but it was tilted, but it was still very hot. In this damn weather, he would break out in sweat if he moved even a little bit, and it would be sticky and uncomfortable.
Even if there were some clouds in the sky, it still didn't matter. It was so hot that everything was quiet, and there wasn't even a living creature, except for the two old carriages on the sandy dirt road.
The gravel and soil on the ground were smoking, as if they were about to be burned by the scorching sun above our heads. A few clusters of short grass lay feebly on the ground, with shriveled branches and leaves without any moisture, and there were more dead leaves than green leaves.
The two old horses in the carriage didn't even care. It tasted like chewing wax in their mouths.
Ancient road, west wind, thin horse;
Smoke waves, like fire, stir people's hearts.
The down-and-out man stretched, stood up and took a look from a distance. There was an earthen city about ten miles ahead. It was smoked by the twisted smoke on the yellow sand and Gobi, making it look a bit misty, as if it was rippling on the water.
It's the same inside, shimmering like a mirage.
"Uncle Beard, Uncle Beard." The girl pulled the hem of the down-and-out man's simple and ragged clothes and shouted repeatedly.
"what?"
"Pick me up and take a look."
The down-and-out man said with a look of disgust: "It's so hot, and I have to hold you, I might as well hold a brazier."