Chapter 402

Northwest China.

The Altun Mountains and its area of 100 kilometers are known as the Altun region. This region is a famous no man's land in China and even in the world.

Yu Bing took Yingxing for several kilometers, and found that in addition to the yellow grass covered wasteland, there were rolling mountains.

After wiping his dry eyes which were blown by the wind, Yu Bing looked at the unchanged scenery in front of him and couldn't help falling into depression.

"It's a terrible place. It looks like the same in Southeast and northwest."

It's much more painful to get lost in the wilderness than in the forest. If you turn around in the forest, you will find many rules. But the wilderness is different. There is nothing here, except sand, which is stubborn yellow grass.

"Yu Bing, I'm tired. I don't want to walk. Let's go back."

Yingxing squatted down and said, then holding the guitar box full of Budu yuhun began to knock.

Yu Bing was a little fidgety originally. After hearing the girl knock the guitar box, she was even more upset.

From his pocket, he took out the drawing given by old DUYE, and Yu Bing unfolded it and put it in front of his eyes.

"Jianyou grass and yingxinghua grow together. Jianyou grass grows under Xueyuan and yingxinghua grows above Xueyuan. After entering Altyn, you can reach Xueyuan all the way north."

Yu Bing looked at the last line of words, fell into thinking, all the way north, the old man's tips are too general.

But looking up at the sky, it's easy to distinguish the north from the south.

After collecting the drawings, Yu Bing pulls up Yingxing, who squats beside him in a daze, and walks to the spot.

"Don't complain, girl, where are you now? Get up quickly."

Squatting on the ground, Yingxing pouted and stood up reluctantly.

"Give me the box."

Yu Bing took the box to put Budu yuhun and put it on the other hand. The other hand led Yingxing forward.

The sun is hanging in the south. It's not over yet. It's about three o'clock in the afternoon. It's the middle of the year, so the day is longer. Yu Bing doesn't worry about the dark.

Walking a certain distance, Yu Bing will look up at the sun to determine the direction.

I don't know how long I've been walking on this wasteland, but a mountain finally appears in the distance.

Although it is said that there are dead horses running on the mountain, the sight of the mountain is enough to make Yu Bing happy, and his feet speed up unconsciously.

The sun in the sky gradually moves westward. If there is no problem, Yu Bing and Yingxing should be able to reach the peak before night.

In the middle of the road, Yu Bing looked at the mountain in the distance, which had no change in size.

According to the truth, we have run such a long distance, and the mountain peak should be close.

Yingxing stood beside him, gasping for breath, looking at the nearby Yu Bing and saying, "is this a mirage? How come you haven't arrived after running for so long?"

"I think so."

Yu Bing is looking at the sun in the sky. If it is a mirage, he will not be able to arrive at night if he wastes so much time.

"What is supposed to be? Yes, definitely."

A familiar voice came from behind him. Yu Bing was shocked and looked back.

See Wu Tan Chen this old man don't know where to come out of, smiling at Yu Bing.

"See you again, old man."

Yu Bing said with deep meaning that the old man gave him such a strange feeling that he was haunted by ghosts and his whereabouts were uncertain. He could find anything in such an open wasteland, but the old man just appeared out of thin air.

"Are you here for medicine?"

Wu Tan Chen said.

Yu Bing thought about it and nodded. He didn't have to hide it from the old man.

"Yingxinghua, Jinye tiannanxing, Jianyou grass."

The old man broke off three fingers and said one by one.

"That's right, so old man, what are you doing here? You can't just pretend to be forced to make a score."

Yu Bing looks at this guy. He doesn't like the old man.

"Why do you look so ugly? To tell you the truth, I'm really here to help you."

Wu Tan Chen took out a branch and put his foot on the ground. A piece of yellow grass sprang up and leaked out a piece of loess.

Then the old man drew on it.

Soon a route was drawn.

"This is where you are. This is Altyn snow yuan."

After the old man marked the north and south, he drew two points. To be honest, the distance between the two points is a little far.

"So we've been spinning?"

Yu Bing looked at his point. It was clear that it was southeast, and he was from southeast.

"That's right. This place has ups and downs. It's very difficult to tell the direction. In addition to the mirage in Shanghai, most people can't find their way here."

After that, Wu Tan Chen took out a small eight trigrams tray from his pocket. This eight trigrams tray is not his one. This eight trigrams tray is smaller and less complicated than the one used by old man Wu.

After adjusting the small copper bead, old man Wu found that it could be used and handed it to Yu Bing.

"What is this?"

Yu Bing took the Eight Diagrams board and looked at it curiously.

"Eight trigrams disk, but this eight trigrams disk can only be used to determine the position, which is enough. In fact, I was going to go west, but I forgot to tell you something."

Going west?

Yu Bing suddenly had an idea in his heart that the old man didn't want to go to the central European ruins.

"What else can the old man forget?"

Wu Tan Chen looked at Yu Bing's pocket and said, "of course, it's still about that small wooden card."

Although he tried to control himself, Yu Bing's face sank when he heard the old man say it again.

Old man Wu didn't care about Yu Bing's face. He continued: "when you believe in your life, you can crush this wooden card, and I will appear in front of you to help you solve a problem."

After that, the old man disappeared in the wasteland, leaving only words echoing in the ears of soldiers.

"Do you believe in fate? Sorry, it won't be

Yu Bing sneered and took out the wooden card in his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"Come on, Yingxing."

In the wasteland, a gust of yellow wind blows. The wooden card thrown away by Yu Bing lies quietly on a cluster of withered grass. The hexagrams depicted by Zhu Qi seem to be telling something in silence.

Along the gradually shallow footprints, you can see Yu Bing and Yingxing in the distance.

"The gossip dish given by the old man is very useful."

Yu Bing was holding the small eight trigrams tray in his hand. Every time he deviated, the beads on the tray would shake to remind him that he had gone wrong.