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Chapter 1674 No. 291: Classmate Xi who can point and say things in Wu dialect
“There are so many people.”

Seeing Omar bidding farewell to the seventh wave of fellow hikers who came forward to express their concern and condolences, Ling sighed and took a few sips from her wine gourd that had transformed into a porcelain bottle.

<The Cliff is High and the Dream is Far Away>
Compared to Xi's thin but tightly wrapped Dongyan ancient style outfit, Ling's clothing, which even has a theme name, is in line with the dressing style of the past.

A coat with a long hem + a tube top, shorts and a short scarf simply tied to add a sense of layering, it is hard to tell whether it is winter or summer, and it would also look a bit strange in spring or autumn.

Seeing it near the top at an altitude of 4156 meters, it is hard not to feel cold.

But precisely because she was seen at an altitude of 4156 meters, when those enthusiastic mountaineers came forward with warm items to comfort Omer and his group, they always missed her.

"I heard from Omer that when Tianmen City was first built, the planned areas were flattened and hollowed out, and construction was carried out from the surface to the inside, so there are only a few natural mountains left." He whispered.

"Hmm..." Teahouse nodded.

She was the type of person in the tour group who would read travel magazines carefully beforehand, and she especially looked up information about the mountains in Tianmen City. However, her interest in mountaineering was never in the meaning behind the mountains, but in the process of conquering the mountains itself.

So she couldn't open up a conversation about this topic like she would over coffee. She just responded and then said softly, "Those who stay have meaning, so there are always many climbers."

"What's the point... of having people...voluntarily overwork themselves...and go to jail!"

The great painter Xi, who had transformed the sword case and the long sword that he had previously carried on his back into a trekking pole, was still leaning on the pole to adjust his breathing.

Although he wasn't breathing heavily, you could tell at a glance that this guy's physical fitness was incredibly poor, and he was not good at coping with the low-oxygen environment at high altitudes.

When there was a kid wearing a windbreaker who was a little over 1.3 meters tall among the hikers not far away, Miss Xi's reaction seemed even more eye-catching.

“It’s a bit cruel, but maybe you’re the only one who thinks this is going to jail.”

After saying goodbye to those enthusiastic mountaineers and returning, Omer raised his hand and handed over a small object that looked like a perfume bottle: "Take two deep breaths, it's like a medicinal fragrance to treat nasal congestion."

"There is such a thing," Xi grabbed the little thing and quickly did as he was told, then looked up and glared at him, "Why did you take it out now?!"

"For this, you have to thank those friends just now." Omar pointed to the mountaineers in professional suits who were still climbing up in the distance.

It can be said to be professional, but perhaps it can also be said that it is a pleasure to play.

After all, just as they would not care at all when seeing Ling's outfit, there are many "supermen" in the world and even more powerful equipment.

The attire that looked exceptionally cool might be expensive clothing with its own energy mark and covered with microscopic temperature control arrays; the climbers who looked very amateur might be super bunkers with built-in space and folding storage equipment - in this case, those people naturally wouldn't worry about the impressive Ling, but would cast their eyes on Omer, Xi and Chazuo, whose attire, equipment and appearance looked a bit professional, but not particularly professional.

Although the number of people who climb mountains is always very small in any era, you can fully expect that in an era of close information exchange, there will be a group of climbers who gather together and no longer seem to be a minority.

Such a group does not necessarily have to appear in the form of a crowd. The bond that connects everyone can also be something intangible, such as those who walk on the same road and hope that people on this road can have more kindness.

This kind of good intention is pure, but because the doers are human, there are still differences. For example, different people have different ideas about the definition of "being helped" and the measurement of "how to help".

But everyone ignored Ling, a casual companion who "didn't even act".

As the saying goes, every trader has his own persistence, and the persistence of this group of mountaineers obviously lies in their attitude.

Trekking poles, bags, clothes, helmets, raincoats, dry food, gloves, first aid kits, headlamps, flashlights... these old-style mountaineering suits can now be replaced by simpler and more convenient items, and even a strong physique can save some of them. However, groups of people are still fully armed with them, and even the teahouse itself is no exception.

In this way, it is not difficult to see the attitude that everyone wants and what Omer means by "willing to play the role".

This group of people have a strong sense of ritual.

Just like those people who challenge high difficulty in the game and add a bunch of negative entries to themselves, or just like those horse racing girls who run honestly according to the restrictions of the competition rules, everyone is challenging the peak with a certain degree of "self-binding".

Then, he turned around at this moment - seeing Ling's unabashedly extraordinary performance, although he did not go as far as to ask the old man for help on the subway cell phone, nor did he point fingers or speak rudely, he chose to ignore it as much as possible.

Then on the other hand, is it right to be like Xi?

"They all want me to keep an eye on you and send you back if anything unexpected happens," said Omar.

Obviously, the concern is there, but whether he is happy or not is another matter.

"What do you mean?" Miss Xi always reacts quickly, especially when it comes to industry perceptions. She is always the first to point fingers. "Do you think I am an ignorant layman? Do you think something bad will happen to me? "

You see, this is very self-aware.

Omer did not answer, but shrugged.

“…How arrogant!” But he didn’t seem to acknowledge this self-awareness. He held the bottle in his hand and wanted to throw it but couldn’t put it down. He wanted to curse but didn’t know the words. In the end, he could only utter these words.

After all, they have helped me, so I can’t turn my back on them… As soon as Omar thought of this, the other party turned around and asked, “Wait, you took their stuff and gave it to me directly?”

"You're not that unvigilant," Omar said helplessly.

"This is what I prepared myself. Remember the little box I handed to you at the beginning?"

"..." Upon hearing this, she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted and quickly put her hand into her arms.

"I didn't say I took it from you..." Omar, who could see that she was panicking, was speechless.

Sometimes I want to complain about the ancient Dongyan clothing that often requires people to stuff big things into the lapels and sleeves. How uncomfortable it is! However, since there are space energy techniques like "The Universe in the Sleeves", it must not be difficult to stuff big things into the lapels and sleeves.

Think about what Bize posted in the group some time ago, about "an advertisement for an alternate-dimensional underwear that can easily accommodate a huge bust." Although it won't reduce the weight, the main users may be some women who want to be a T-shirt. But since there is such a low-threshold civilian version, maybe a more expensive high-end version can really reduce the burden?

Even though his mind was racing like this, the devil remained calm on his face, and he finished his unfinished words leisurely: "You should prepare at least two first aid kits or something like that. It's never too much, right?"

"Even if you are prepared," Xi, who had already taken out the palm-sized box and checked it, stuffed it back, "Can I keep this thing for now?"

"If you have room there, feel free. By the way, there's another one just like it in the box."

"Then I'll keep it."

The great painter said, looking at the elder sister, the tea table and the raccoon dog not far away, and asked Omar: "How long will you rest here?"

"How long do you need it?"

Omar asked back, raising his hand to show the mountain path which was slightly steep but not dangerous.

The mountain paths are big enough for several mountaineering teams to pass by, so they are naturally not narrow. It is also a place like this that can accommodate everyone to take a break and let Xi Yun, who unexpectedly reached here, breathe a sigh of relief.

"See those heavenly gates around here?"

Not only the whirlpool that emerged from the giant structure tens of meters high and the scenery outside the world after the whirlpool calmed down, but also appeared in the distance outside the steep mountain road.

"These are..." Xi was stunned for a moment when he realized the scene, and then he became alert.

“We didn’t have these things just now?”

It's like being surrounded by several huge mirrors that are nearly 100 meters long. Each mirror has a completely different scenery. This sight alone is enough to make people stop.

"Indeed, not really. Although it is easy for such mirage-like projections to appear when the Heavenly Gate is open, the Heavenly Gate is not open all day long."

"But now that this has appeared, we are very close..." The teahouse owner who had approached at some point spoke up.

"Within a thousand meters." Omar stroked his chin. Since he chose to satisfy the tea host's hobby, he naturally did some intelligence work.

“It is said that this mountain top is an excellent viewing platform where you can directly see multiple images of Tianmen, so we can also use this image to measure how far we have climbed.”

"Do you want to go up?" He also came closer and asked.

Neither Omer nor Chazuo answered, but just looked at Xi, and He and Ling's eyes were also focused in the same way.

"..."

"It is not recommended to push on. Being able to reach the peak before dark will already exceed the original plan." In the silence of the evening, Omar offered advice.

Although it was visible to the naked eye that the other party had used some external help, it also proved in a sense that she had indeed made preparations. Being angry at those who thought she was ignorant and an amateur was not entirely a temper tantrum.

But Miss Xi obviously didn't want to be discovered by Omar and others, so she was very restrained and tried to seek help from outsiders as secretly as possible. However, due to her modesty, she could not perform more superhumanly.

"Well... it's dangerous to hold on." The tea host also nodded.

She was very happy that everyone could accompany her on the mountain climbing trip, and she also had a little hope that everyone could enjoy the mountain climbing, so she tried her best to avoid accidents, although such thrilling and dangerous situations are always an unavoidable part for climbers.

"…Then take a five-minute break?"

"Five minutes will be enough?"

"That's enough! Keep talking to Fu! Keep talking!"