"Hiss, is this a human or a ghost?"

Seeing the man walking across the water on the lake, he was walking on the flat ground, and the man's mind was ups and downs. In a trance, he only thought he had an illusion.

But the laughter is true, it really exists and still echoes in this no-man's land.

And those vicious and cunning wolves, as if drunk under the laughter, collapsed on the ground, unable to exert strength in all their limbs, lying on the ground, whimpering, and waving, only waving their tails and begging for mercy, and there was no other brutal at all. Some of them were simply scared to pee.

The beast is incontinent, even he, an authentic grassland man, has never seen it.

Under the white moonlight, the man was getting closer and closer, and he was getting clearer and clearer. He walked slowly on the water with his feet, calmly step by step.

"Pilgrim?"

A faint voice spit out from the other party's mouth, which was actually the unique language of the herdsmen, with a strange texture that made people feel heart-wrenching.

The man could see it more clearly. Under the moonlight, the other party slowly showed his true face on the lake water like a mirror.

Agile and tall and strong body, feminine and almost weird facial features, pale skin, white hair blown by the night wind, and those deep pupils.

I don’t know if it’s the moon reflected in my eyes, but the moon shines on my eyes, which is surprisingly dazzling.

This turned out to be a young man.

The night wind blew, and the silver ring on the young man's left ear swept a few crisp sounds.

But the man stared at the young man's feet.

The feet, bare feet, fell into the water, drowning over the ankles, causing layers of ripples, and then rolled out a vortex.

It seemed as if there was an inexplicable power carrying the young man's body and heading towards the shore.

The pilgrimage woman had long been kneeling down to the mysterious young man without realizing it, with a shocked look on her face and pious eyes.

"He is not a Buddha."

Only men seem to be aware of something and remind them.

Because he noticed the terrifying murderous aura hidden in the other party.

The young man looked very young, but his eyes were calm and calm, with a little dust on his body.

But who is this person?

Who else can be except Tang Zhan?

"I want to go to the Holy Mountain, walk with me, and protect you all the way."

He glanced at the pack of wolves lying around him, and then raised his eyelids and looked at the mountains in all directions, as if he was looking for something, with some thought in his eyes.

The man showed joy and grinned, showing two rows of snow-white teeth. The dark and thick facial muscles were squeezed together because of the smile. "Since that's the case, can she leave tomorrow? It's a bit windy at night, and she can't hold on."

Tang Zhan nodded, his eyes swept over the wolves lying on the ground. With a murderous intent, these cunning beasts escaped like electric cats, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"My name is Zabu, you are so awesome."

The man said with some envy and even claimed his own name.

As he spoke, he had already pulled the wooden car back and found a flat place on the lakeside to start building a tent.

Tang Zhan smiled and said nothing, his eyes never left the mountains in the four fields.

It has been a while since he has been here.

Tang Zhan remembered it very clearly. In his dream, the battle with the Lama was in the wind and snow. There was a big mountain looming, towering, snowy on the top of the mountain, and a broken small temple.

However, it is undoubtedly difficult to find a place, a mountain, and a temple from this vast land.

There are also changing weather, and the coast is already in summer, but the wind and rain here are always caught off guard.

God knows how far he has walked on foot at these times. Since he left the coast and traveled day and night, he has almost avoided modern urban society, crossed mountains and ridges, and crossed rivers, and arrived here.

I can only take one step at a time.

"What are you looking for?"

Zabu stared at Tang Zhan curiously, with a strange look and a bit eager to try in his clear black and white eyes.

But he quickly suppressed this strangeness and handed Tang Zhan a large piece of dried yak meat and a bag of barley wine.

Tang Zhan took the wine bag and swallowed half of it in one breath, moistening his dry lips, and then replied: "I'm looking for a mountain, but I don't know where it is."

Zabu laughed, "How many mountains are there on your land? It's like the stars in the sky, you can't count them clearly. If you walk aimlessly like you, you will never be able to find them."

The two of them used the dialect of local herders when they talked, but Tang Zhan knew very well that he had never been to this place since he was a child, let alone heard such words. But for some reason, he not only understood, but also could say it.

"Don't worry, when I arrive at the foot of the sacred mountain, I will help you go to the temple to ask. Maybe you will get something. There is an old monk there who knows many unknown stories, all the secrets that are circulated on this land. No one remembers them, so he keeps it."

Hearing Zabu's words, the woman seemed to blame him for being disrespectful to the monks. She whispered a few words, said thank you to Tang Zhan, and then got into the tent.

"She said she would be my bride when she got back."

Zabu looked back at the woman in the tent, smiling happily, as if sharing a secret.

Tang Zhan shook his head and said, "It's too dangerous."

The smile on Zabu's face also turned into a bitter smile. He said, "There is no way. She said that if she dies on the road of pilgrimage, it is God that I am destined to be with her. I can only follow her in an endless manner."

Perhaps seeing Tang Zhan just listened and was really taciturn, Zabu asked curiously: "What did you do just now? You can't sink into the lake?"

Tang Zhan smiled, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "That is a special force-release technique. It expands from the point. I just pass the gravity I have endured to the entire lake through the ripples."

Seeing that Zabu seemed to understand, Tang Zhan changed his words, "If a leaf is carried with a drop of water, it will definitely be difficult to do, but if a basin of water is used, the leaves can easily float."

But despite this, Zabu still didn't understand.

Tang Zhan could only say, "This is the case, when I find that mountain, I will teach you this technique."

He could see that although this man had a sharp sword before, he seemed to have no rules. He dared to fight with the wolves by relying solely on his instinct and his strong body. If he practiced martial arts again, he would definitely have achieved remarkable achievements in the future.

"Haha, then that's all, I'll wait for you."

Zabu took a bite of jerky meat and couldn't stop smiling. He drank a few big sips of wine. By the time the moon was in the middle of the sky, the man was already full of alcohol and started talking nonsense.

It was not until the woman in the tent pulled him in that Tang Zhan's ears really quieted down.

He stared at the mirror-like lake, raised his hand and turned it up, and a bracelet was already on his wrist.

Gravity control ring.
Chapter completed!