It's just that he didn't have time to tell Li Luo, or maybe the old man in Guigu didn't know that Li Luo would take the same path he took again in the future, so he gave the advice to use it or lose it.
Li Luo suppressed his doubts. Since his life was extended, he had to survive first. If his life was gone, no matter how many secrets there were in the world, they would have nothing to do with him.
Don't worry about food, just make do with what you wear. It doesn't matter if you look like a savage. What makes Li Luo and Ling He worry about it again is the sky. Coming out of the mountain, they say goodbye in shock by the river, and then the two
The people decided to choose the road to the east. It has been several hours at least, but the sky above them has not changed. Not only the difference between light and dark, but also the direction seems to have not changed. The shadows are still under the two people's feet, as if they are above their heads.
There was a sunrise above, but even though Li Luo and Ling He searched the entire sky, they could not see a trace of the sun.
Li Luo remembered an ancient poem. The mountains look colorful from a distance, but the water sounds silent up close. When spring has gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come. But he and Linghe have become the characters in the painting, imprisoned in this world.
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After walking for a long time, Li Luo gradually became indifferent to time. Linghe was not much better. Luye Naga in the distance was covered in mist. It looked like there was no difference. If it weren't for the secret marks left by the two people on the ground, they would probably have died.
I thought it was like walking tirelessly in circles in a realm that I couldn't get out of.
The road is indeed going far away, but I don't know where it ends.
When they were tired from walking, the two of them stopped to rest for a while. One person adjusted his breath and rested his mind, while the other person was alert to the surroundings to avoid accidents. Li Luo couldn't remember how many hours he had walked. He only vaguely remembered that he said a lot of words.
At that time, Li Luo wanted to chat with Ling He for a few words. Regardless of whether Ling He responded or not, otherwise, in such a secret realm that was originally poetic and picturesque, such a quiet and lifeless atmosphere would really make people lose their minds and go crazy.
"How long have we been gone?"
Li Luo looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, and then shook his head.
"How far did it go?"
Li Luo looked back at the Linghe River and the misty snowfield, which had long disappeared. He took a breath and replied in a panic: "It's far away."
The corner of Linghe's mouth trembled, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled it again. The two of them had broken into the mist at the northern foot of Luye Naga countless times, but they came back defeated every time. Under the foot of the mountain
All of them are steep and towering cliffs. Unless they have wings, even apes cannot climb this mountain, let alone cross Luye Naga and go south to Caohai.
If there is any luck in misfortune, it is that Li Luo recognized several kinds of plants and trees in the garden all day long. There is an inexhaustible supply of edible things, so the two of them will not starve to death in the extreme northern wilderness, or covet each other.
That bit of flesh and blood.
Li Luo walked in front, and Ling He followed behind. He was not on the verge of crumbling, but he looked a bit like an old man.
"Have you ever heard of the Bo tribe in the Western Regions?" This time, Linghe was replaced and he suddenly asked Li Luo.
Li Luo thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."
"I am from the Bo tribe."
"Oh." Li Luo responded and said with a smile, "I haven't been to many places in the Western Regions. At first, I led troops mostly in the Pingsha River area, and fought against Xirong the most. Later, there were worshiping fire, returning to Mongolia, and returning to Mongolia.
I am familiar with Chi. I have been to Mukuo Ancient Road as far west as possible, but it is said that it is still far away from Sunset Mountain. I have only heard about other countries such as Dayue, Loulan, Qiuci, and Yunzi, and have never been there in person.
By the way, I have only heard about Feipeng Castle. I don’t know where to tell the truth. When I threatened her before, I said that one day I might not be able to destroy Feipeng Castle. Haha, it’s a joke now that I think about it.
.But I heard that there are many princes in the Western Region, which is very different from the Great Licorice Sea. Some business travelers in the past said that there is one country and one king in the hundreds of miles of the Western Region. Is that so?"
Linghe hummed and replied: "More or less, the Western Region is vast and sparsely populated. Although there are oases, lakes and rivers, they are also windy and sandy. There are also many dangerous places, quicksands, and storms that people can never get out of once they enter.
There are countless poisonous insects, volcanoes, poisonous miasma, etc. Some places are not far apart, but there is a desperate situation in the middle. Even if someone has strong soldiers and horses, it is not easy to annex other countries. If you force your way through the desperate situation, almost no one can
Survival, so there will be a situation like a country a hundred miles away. Let’s not talk about the distance. Let’s say that there are five small countries where we Bo people have lived for generations. They fight endlessly all year round, either for food, livestock, or to rob beautiful scenery.
woman."
Li Luo smiled softly, but he didn't mean to sigh with emotion. There are many things in the world. If you are a spectator, just watch more and listen more. Besides, there are many such things in Dagan, but you have changed your skin to a more respectable one.
That's all.
"Where are you Bo people?"
Linghe was silent for a moment and replied calmly: "Above the mountains."
"High mountains?" Li Luo was dumbfounded. There seemed to be a lot of high mountains in the Western Regions. It was the same whether Linghe said this or not.
“The village where I was born and where my disciples have lived for several generations is hidden on the top of the mountain. The village is surrounded by rugged rocks and is full of stone cliffs and stone houses. The Bo people climb up the slopes to enter the high mountains where they live.
The village is not only high and cold, but there are also a lot of stones. There are stones when you look up, and there are stones when you look down. There are stones in front of and behind the house, and there are even stones in the middle of the hall. The stones in the house can be carved into stone tables, stone tables, etc.
Stools, stone beds, and the like, and very little wood. I lived in a village like that. It wasn't until my master took me down the mountain to Feipeng Castle that I left the top of the mountain where my ancestors lived."
Li Luo was very surprised. Such a custom was unheard of and sounded quite mysterious. Living at a high place is very close to the sun and stars. Normally, when you look up, you can see the clouds gathering and dispersing, but for the Bo people, this is not the case.
It means bending down and looking down at the sea of clouds and tides. But human beings are made of flesh and blood, not a stone. They cannot eat or sleep in the open air. They still have to rely on grains to survive. In this way, the artistic conception of climbing high and looking far is diluted by the hard work of going up and down the mountain.
Quite a few, if life is passable, I'm afraid it won't be too comfortable.
"That's okay. The wind is strong on the top of the mountain. Of course, you can avoid some jackals, tigers and leopards, but after all, it's still not easy to live. If you can live at the bottom of the mountain, you don't necessarily have to live on the top of the mountain..."
"You have to go back before you die." Linghe continued stiffly.
Li Luo was startled, smiled and said nothing more. The fallen leaves returned to their roots. It seemed that this was not only the case in Dagan, but also in the Western Regions.
“When we Bo people die, we don’t bury them on the ground like other places, but we dig a stone coffin.