The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2016 Tibetan Caravan
After leaving Gaozhou City, we traveled for nearly two hours in a north-northwest direction, covering a distance of less than forty li.

Pang Shiwu, driving the first carriage, asked, "Brother, do you think that Gyatso is actually planning to attack the city?"

Feng Jiuxiao responded from the third carriage: "Yes!"

"Are there still quite a few Tibetan spies in Gaozhou City?"

"Yes!"

"Will the news that I killed Gyatso leak out?"

"No secret can stay hidden forever. The news that you've been chasing Gyatso all over the city will definitely get out!"

"If word gets out, won't it provoke Tibet to send troops to invade?"

"Even if Gyatso hadn't died, do you think they wouldn't have sent troops to invade? As long as they have the idea of ​​taking Gaozhou City, they will keep making up all sorts of excuses, and they will take action sooner or later!"

"Then I'll accept it calmly. If I caused war between the two countries, my sins would be immense, and I couldn't bear that responsibility!"

"You're dreaming! You think you can provoke a war between two great dynasties?"

"Brother, what you said is a bit hurtful. Anything is possible, you said it yourself! How do you know I can't do it?"

"..."

Chili's voice rang out, "What's wrong, young master? Speechless? If you ever look down on my Fifteen again, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Feng Jiuxiao's face darkened: "No wonder Fifteen has become increasingly arrogant lately, it turns out he has someone backing him up!"

Yuan Zishan covered her mouth and chuckled, signaling Chili to tease him a few more times!

Although she knew no one could see her expression, Chili still deliberately kept a straight face and said, "Yes, that's right! Be more polite to Fifteen from now on, understand?"

Feng Jiuxiao chuckled dryly, "I know! I'm really miserable. My fifteen brothers have someone to back them up, but I have no one to care about me. How pathetic, how pathetic!"

Chang Zijin smiled and said, "I'll back you up."

Yuan Zishan said, "Forget it, Sister Zijin. It's enough that I'm backing him up. If you back him up, he'll lose all sense of direction!"

Chang Zijing smiled without saying a word. Erni, on the other hand, was completely baffled. She looked at Chang Zijing, utterly unable to understand why she would bother competing with Yuan Zishan when she was clearly destined to lose. Wasn't this a waste of her youth?

Erni was also puzzled by Yuan Zishan's behavior. Everyone knew that Feng Jiuxiao was devoted to her, but she seemed to lack confidence. Regardless of whether Chang Zijing's words were true or false, Yuan Zishan maintained the same attitude—like a lion fighting a rabbit, she would go all out! Why would such an exceptionally intelligent and beautiful woman act like a shrew?
Upon hearing that Yuan Zishan was about to explode again, Feng Jiuxiao immediately changed the subject: "Fifteen, did you gain anything from this battle with Jiacuo?"

Pang Shiwu laughed, "The harvest is quite substantial! This is the first time I've killed a master of the same realm without the aid of the Blood Sword! It's of extraordinary significance!" When masters of the same realm clash, they often fight for three days and three nights without a clear winner! Pang Shiwu's ability to kill a master of the same realm within a hundred moves can definitely be described as a great improvement in his martial arts!
"congratulations!"

"Moreover, after fighting him, I gained a different understanding of breathing techniques! In the past, when practicing internal energy cultivation, I had to maintain an absolute state of stillness. After this battle, I feel that I can practice breathing while in motion, which will make my efforts twice as effective!"

"Yes, not bad! Sticking to the old ways is just repeating what others have done, and your limits are clearly visible! Only by constantly seeking innovation and change can you find new paths, break through barriers, climb higher, and see further!"

The area they were passing through at this time should be Jiuzhi County within the territory of Tibet. However, this was the name used during the Tang Dynasty. According to the Tibetan name, it should be called Jizhizong, which roughly means the only place of unity.

It was early autumn, and walking on this plateau, the wind carried a chilling edge.

The carriage rolled over the gravel-strewn dirt road, its wheels making a dry, creaking sound, as if resisting the entreaties of this desolate land.

On both sides of the road are endless, withered yellow meadows, the grass stems short and stubborn, as if their backs have been bent by some irresistible force, yet they stubbornly refuse to fall completely.

Occasionally, there are one or two low shrubs, their leaves long gone, leaving only gnarled branches that tremble slightly in the wind, like frozen fingers.

In the distance, the gray-brown mountain ridges undulate like the back of a giant beast, and the snow on the mountaintops never melts, gleaming coldly in the pale sunlight.

The wind blew from the northwest, stirring up fine sand and gravel that rustled against the car roof.

The white breath exhaled by Pang Shiwu was torn apart by the wind as soon as it left his lips, dissipating into the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Occasionally, a lone eagle would circle high in the sky, searching for antelopes or newborn yak calves.

Three carriages passed through a low-lying wetland where the water had long since dried up, leaving only cracked mud with raised edges, like parched mouths.

Several animal skeletons, their origins unknown, lay half-buried in the earth. The white bones, polished smooth by the wind and sand, stared blankly at the sky with their empty eye sockets, as if still questioning the cruelty of this land.

Further on, the outline of Mount Nyenpo Yeze could be faintly seen at the end of the road. The gray-blue mountain stood silently against the sky, its summit shrouded in mist, as if whispering deities. But it was too quiet here, so quiet that even the sound of the wind seemed harsh, so quiet that time seemed to stand still.

Three carriages moved slowly forward, followed by eight knights at a distance.

It's getting dark.

Bigwof said, "It will probably be dark by the time we get down the mountain. If necessary, we can find a house nearby to stay at."

Feng Jiuxiao said, "We'll see what Zishan and the others think later."

Inside the first carriage, Yuan Zishan's voice rang out, "There isn't even a village in sight around here. Let's keep traveling. If we get tired, we can sleep in the carriage for a while. Sister Zijin, you don't mind, do you?"

Chang Zijin, in the second carriage, said, "I have no objection. Does Erni have any objection?" Erni's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but everyone except Chili could hear it clearly: "I have no objection either."

Suddenly, the shadow of a caravan appeared in the distance ahead.

The yaks were carrying heavy loads, their hooves making a dull thud as they trod on the dry ground.

The merchants, wrapped in thick woolen robes, had faces tanned dark by the highland sun, their cheekbones flushed with a dark red. They walked in silence, broken only by the occasional shouts and the low moo of yaks.

The caravan's shadows, stretched long by the setting sun, appeared small and lonely on the withered meadow.

The elderly Tibetan leader held a prayer wheel, his lips moving slightly as he silently recited the six-syllable mantra. His gaze remained fixed on the southeast—the land of Han people, the homeland of silk and tea, and also the destination of their journey.

As the sun began to set in the west, the wind grew colder.

The caravan surprisingly stopped and set up camp at the foot of a sheltered earthen slope, lighting a campfire. The aroma of barley wine mingled with the smoke from burning dried cow dung, spreading across the open field.

Pang Shiwu said, "Brother, how about we buy some yak meat from those merchants? We're getting a little hungry!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Okay. In this deserted wilderness, we can't find a place to stay. The temperature will definitely be very cold in the second half of the night. If we stay in the car, Chili and Erni will definitely catch a cold. Those merchants must have tents. If they don't sell them, we can rent a few. It will definitely be more comfortable than staying in the car."

"okay!"

Pang Shiwu stopped his carriage near the caravan and approached the Tibetan elder leading the group alone. He expected to have to haggle for a while, but to his surprise, the elder was quite agreeable and willing to sell four tents. As for the price, it was one hundred taels per tent! Pang Shiwu didn't change his expression and immediately took out the money! In this desolate place, it was good enough to be able to buy anything at all; who cared about whether the price was high or not?
The eight riders who had been following at a distance hesitated for a moment, then dismounted and found a sheltered spot to sit down. The White Ape Immortal said, "Luckily we were well-prepared and brought tents, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing!"

Naxu Xian said, "Yes, if I were to go to that old Tibetan man to buy a tent, I would be embarrassed if Feng Jiuxiao and his gang were watching me!"

The white ape immortal said, "Damn, are they grilling meat? It smells so good."

"Boss, how about we go over there and... ah, I mean, buy some?"

"Are you going?"

"Me? I wouldn't dare go!"

"Then just bear with it!"

Several people sighed at the same time!

The night sky was as black as ink, the stars hanging low, seemingly within reach. In the distance, the faint howl of wolves could be heard, long and desolate, but quickly swallowed up by the boundless silence.

Because Pang Shiwu was so generous, the Tibetan elder actually invited them to eat roasted yak meat together!

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