To the east of the Hoh Xil Mountains is the Bayan Har Mountains, which are the areas with the widest distribution and best development of the Triassic in China.
Sixty-five million years ago, a comet hit the Earth, and the entire Blue Mercury underwent earth-shaking changes.
Countless huge intercontinental earth dragons, sea dragons, and mountain dragons are fighting madly all over the world. After millions of years of bloody fighting with red bayonets, countless intercontinental earth dragons, sea dragons, and mountain dragons have been fused, chewed into dregs, and annihilated. After being killed...
Hoh Xil Mountain jumps out from the deep sea and becomes the closest one to Zu Mountain.
Those who are close to water and towers get the moon first, and those who are close to Zushan will naturally enjoy great benefits.
Nurtured by the Ancestral Mountain, the Hoh Xil Mountain has also become a land of thousands of lakes. The western source of the Yangtze River, the two mother rivers in China, also emits its first drop of water from the Hoh Xil Mountain.
However, Hoh Xil Mountain, which is more than 200 million years old, is now in its prime of life, and the earth dragon is in very stable and healthy condition.
Occasionally barking twice is a very normal phenomenon.
Just like a young man of 17 or 18 years old who is full of hormones and can run wild, it is normal to occasionally have a fever, a cold and then a cough for two days.
Let alone the mountain dragon in the Hoh Xil Mountains, even if the earth dragon below the Hoh Xil Mountains cries, it won't be a big deal.
At most, it's just that the earth dragon is stretching after sleeping for a long time.
Are you kidding me?
This is Zushan!
If the ancestor dragons all stand up, then that's okay!
After being quarreled by the bald dog for half the night, I couldn't keep up with my physical strength the next day, so I camped on the spot at the foot of the northwest peak of Hoh Xil Mountain.
There are a lot of Rhodiola rosea here, and they are all over the mountains and fields, standing next to each other, as densely packed as vegetables in a steel shed.
What a great harvest.
I was pleasantly surprised by the huge amount of Rhodiola rosea, and the smile on my face earned me serious contempt from the cold, arrogant, bald dog.
Within a few hours of me picking Rhodiola rosea, the bald dog was lying on the roof of the rotten jeep, pretending to be cool, just like a watchdog of the Jia family who despised Grandma Liu for entering the Grand View Garden.
This evil beast needs to be dealt with!
Soon, the bald dog got his comeuppance.
At around one o'clock in the evening, moderate rain fell from the sky without warning, and then turned into heavy rain. Finally, the heavy rain contained ice particles as big as broad beans.
Within two hours, the wilderness meadow was flooded by heavy rain, and all the lakes, large and small, were filled again.
At four o'clock in the morning, there was a rustling sound coming from the passenger door of the rotten Jeep, and the intervals became more and more urgent.
Not long after, the barking of the bald dog rang.
Low and low, feeling helpless and anxious.
When the bald dog screamed for help, I calmly opened the rear door.
Under the light of the flashlight, the bald dog was soaked all over and kept circling on the ground. It was looking at me eagerly with its whole body swaying, and its tongue was sticking out longer than Hei Wuchang's.
The majesty and arrogance of the past were gone from the green eyes.
This evil beast had just been beaten badly by hail, and the dog's body was covered with dense red spots.
This is the fate of a self-inflicted and pretentious person.
Seeing that I only opened the rear door, the bald dog was a little unhappy and whined in protest. In the end, he couldn't bear the hail and was ravaged by the sky, so he was forced to get into the car with his tail between his legs.
On the morning of the third day, we started heading east again, targeting the main peak of Hoh Xil Mountain.
The Rhodiola rosea collection goal has been completed, and all that remains is to get two wild yak cubs back in the meadow under the main peak, and then they can lie down and wait for the mountain closure.
This place is only about 20 kilometers away from the main peak of Hoh Xil Mountain, and it only takes 90 minutes to reach the destination.
Only when I was crossing an unknown river halfway, I met the first wave of foreigners since I started guarding the station.
The river is not wide. After last night's heavy rain, the ice sheet thawed and the water flow became more rapid.
This wave of foreigners is on the other side of the river.
There weren’t many people, just two!
I spotted this group of people’s cars as early as one kilometer away, and I responded to this group of foreigners.
Initial prediction.
It wasn't until I got closer that I realized something was wrong with this group of people.
The car driven by these two people turned out to be a Toyota pickup truck.
This car is not cheap now. Even Tibetans who have made a fortune selling Cordyceps Thangka and Tibetan Mastiffs may not be able to afford this special car with more horsepower than a Prado.
The two people squatting by the river did not match the pickup truck in either dress or appearance.
Because these two people were doing the most primitive gold mining work by the river.
Around them, there are only primitive shovels, pickaxes, sieves and plastic basins.
Among the several pieces of equipment, the pair of high-top rain boots worn by the two people were the most valuable.
Seeing my car stop on the other side, two foreign gold diggers also stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
The younger gold digger looked blank, his immature eyes full of curiosity and friendliness.
However, the middle-aged man next to him was extremely vigilant. He grabbed the plastic basin and retreated to the shore. His right hand reached for the long knife stuck in his belt behind his back.
This man is from Xihai, Shaomin.
The knife is a hatchet specially used by Xihai people.
I got out of the car without saying hello to the two of them. I lit a cigarette and looked up and down the river. Then I turned back to the jeep and took out the engineer shovel pickaxe and steel basin. By the way, I also hung the Damascus sword from Thang Long Island on my back.
At that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly narrowed his eyes and immediately called his little brother to come ashore.
He took a step forward, opened the back door, and released the bald dog.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face changed suddenly, his two sunken eyes stared at the bald dog, and two sentences in the language of Shaomin came out of his mouth.
I understand the other party's Shaomin dialect, but what I reply to is Tibetan.
Now that I have a ghostly appearance with long scars and hideous wounds, coupled with my rotten jeep and wretched beast made of gold, no one will suspect that I am not a local.
The two languages met across the river. I could understand what he said, but the other person could only stare.
I raised the steel basin in my hand, said a few words indifferently and stopped talking to him, put down the Damascus knife, and started digging.
It was obvious that the two people on the other side were illegal gold diggers.
But they have accomplices!
Gold digging is just a cover up!
Its true purpose is 100% for the Tibetan antelopes.
After all, poaching Tibetan antelopes requires taking them to target practice, while illegal gold mining requires them to step on sewing machines at most.
