Dragon Ridge said,
In fact, it was the remnants of the Qinling Mountains.
To put it in a smaller way,
In fact, it was a high slope of yellow soil that was scattered all over the place.
The yellow hills were next to each other, and the difference in height was huge.
The mounds were torn apart by the rain and wind.
It naturally formed countless deep trenches.
Some places looked like solid yellow soil from the outside.
However, it immediately broke apart when he stepped on it.
It was full of sinkholes, the ghost holes that the boatman had mentioned.
Sometimes, the distance between two hills was very close.
However, it would take more than half a day to walk from here to there.
This place was unknown.
They didn't even have a unified name.
The people nearby later called this mountain Dragon Ridge.
However, the villagers who lived nearby,
He also called this area Coiling Snake Slope.
The name Coiling Snake Slope sounded very attractive.
It was far less imposing than the name Dragon Ridge.
However, it was more vivid to describe the terrain here than the latter.
At the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Jinhuan led the group towards the mountain they saw yesterday.
According to the village chief,
The Fishbone Temple that the locals mentioned was also over there.
The village chief, who thought they were here for a vacation, warned them when he sent them off,
If you want to go to the Fishbone Temple, you have to walk along the mountain road.
Don't wander around without permission.
Otherwise, there was a high chance that he would fall into the ghost hole.
It would be troublesome then.
Zhang Jinhuan, who had Second Uncle's notes, knew very well,
The so-called Ghost Cave was just an underground karst cave.
Actually, it wasn't that scary.
The sun was shining brightly along the way, and everyone was in a good mood.
Under Sun Honglei's suggestion,
Everyone even sang the song of the Yellow Plateau in Northern Shaanxi.
Xin Tianyou!
Although it wasn't exactly the original taste,
However, it could bring out the free rhythm, simple and generous, high-pitched and long-lasting charm of the Northern Shaanxi Xintian Tour!
Especially Huang Bo,
She had thought that his acting skills were amazing.
He did not expect that such a good voice would fully display the sad but powerful feeling of Shanbei Xintian You!
Zhang Jinhuan also clapped hard to cheer Huang Bo on!
Zhang Zifeng, Fatty Di, and Big Mimi were wearing sunglasses and sunhats.
Dressed in a valiant camouflage uniform,
Dancing on the desolate and vast yellow slope!
The netizens who were watching the live broadcast had question marks all over their heads.
Were they going to the ancient tomb exploration program?
What a joke!
It was not a problem to say that this was a celebrity travel variety show.
Among everyone, only Zhang Jinhuan, the humble author who had written grave robbing novels, knew.
The invisible danger was actually right in front of him!
"I'm happy with nothing special,
Now, the audience is leaving comments saying that a web novel author like you doesn't know anything except writing novels.
He knew everything else.
Should I sing a song too? You can choose the dancers!"
Little Chef Huang looked at Zhang Jinhuan, who had become silent again, and teased him.
Zhang Jinhuan's eyes lit up.
He swung his backpack and said casually,"
"What is it? Is it time for me to show off again?
You forced me!
Mr. Zhou Shu Ren once said,
If the heavens did not give birth to me, Zhang Jinhuan, the music industry would last forever like a long night!”
Big Honey saw that Zhang Jinhuan didn't refuse.
His eyes immediately lit up.
The first one clapped her fair and slender hands to cheer Zhang Jinhuan on.
Everyone looked at Zhang Jinhuan.
Zhang Jinhuan, who was full of anticipation, was going to unlock some new skills this time.
Zhang Jinhuan put down his giant backpack.
He opened the zipper.
Everyone looked at him in disbelief.
He actually reached inside and took out a…guitar!
This guitar happened to have been used at home before.
It didn't need to be tuned, and it was great.
After playing a few notes, Zhang Jinhuan had already decided which song to sing.
At this moment, everyone wanted to shout at Zhang Jinhuan,"
"At that time, you told us to abandon all useless things, and your words were so logical! Every sentence was reasonable, and every word hurt his heart.
Then why did you touch the gold ribbon guitar? Bastard!"
"Ahem, as a tomb raider web novel writer, I often need to rely on music to stabilize my emotions.
In such an exciting environment, it was reasonable for me to carry a guitar in my backpack, right?”
Everyone was silent.
Their eyes were all filled with,"I don't believe you!”
But when Zhang Jinhuan's slender fingers began to caress the guitar,
A soothing prelude slowly flowed out, mixed with some sadness.
Everyone became very quiet at once.
……
When you walk into this playground
Carrying all the dreams and thoughts on my back
All kinds of faces, all kinds of makeup
No one remembers your face
Three rounds of wine passed by you in the corner
Stubbornly singing a bitter song
Listening to him drown in the noise
You pick up your glass and say to yourself
……
Though there's only wind on the yellow hills,
But this song,
A guitar was enough.
……
A toast to the morning sun, a toast to the moonlight
Awaken my yearning, warm my cold window
So I can fly against the wind without looking back
I'm not afraid of rain in my heart or frost in my eyes
A toast to my hometown, a toast to the distance
Guarding my kindness, urging me to grow
So the road from north to south is no longer long
The soul no longer has nowhere to rest
……
After four toasts,
There were still four cups left.
……
A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past
Supporting my body, strengthening my shoulders
Although I never believed in the so-called high mountains and long rivers
Life is too short, why can't you forget?
A toast to freedom, a toast to death
Forgive my ordinariness and dispel the confusion
Okay, always leaving the scene after dawn
A sober man is the most absurd
Okay, always leaving the scene after dawn
A sober man is the most absurd
……
Every sad song could always evoke the emotions of the audience.
Each of the eight glasses of wine was more bitter and heavier than the last.
Since ancient times, sages and sages have all been lonely,
Only the drinker left his name.
For a moment,
On Dragon Ridge,
It became a large tear-wiping scene.
This song was really for people who didn't have a smooth life.
She really sang it to the bottom of her heart…
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