"Yes, Mount Bai Ping," Qin Lang nodded, then asked, "Is there a Qiang Village on Mount Bai Ping?"
The old man looked around, then reminded Qin Lang in a low voice, "Young man! I think you are a tourist student. If you want to go to the Qiang Village for sightseeing, go to the Qiang Village that is developed by the government. For example, Xiaozhaigou or Taohua Plain are good places. As for Mount Bai Ping, don't go there. "
"Why can't I go to Mount Bai Ping?"
"Hey, what's wrong with you? There are no bandits on Mount Bai Ping!" The old man kindly reminded Qin Lang, "If you don't believe me, I won't say it!"
"Old man, don't be angry, I was just asking," Qin Lang smiled, "Oh right, get me two catties of apples and bananas, I'll eat them on the way."
Qin Lang nibbled on an apple as he tried to think of a way to get to Mount Bai Ping.
At this time, a young man in a black T-shirt, Qin Lang, walked over and asked with a smile, "Young man, are you here for sightseeing? Why don't you take my motorcycle?"
It turned out that the "motorcycle" driver was here to solicit customers.
"Yes, I plan to go to the primitive Qiang Village," Qin Lang said casually, "Oh right, do you know the Qiang Village on Mount Bai Ping?"
"Young man, why are you going there?" The young man seemed confused.
"Do you know the way?" Qin Lang said, "If you know the way, just take me there."
"Well … if you want to go to Mount Bai Ping, you have to pay at least fifty yuan. The road there is not easy," the young man said in a haggling tone.
"Okay," Qin Lang agreed without hesitation. In fact, the young man's base price was thirty-five yuan. Even if Qin Lang asked for ten yuan, he would still agree.
The motorcycle started and drove through the streets of Nanping County.
After a while, the young driver, Qin Lang, said, "Young man, do you want to buy a bottle of realgar wine from the medicine shop in front?"
"Why do you want to buy this?" Qin Lang asked. "It's not the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Little brother, there are many snakes and insects in the mountains, especially on Mount Bai Ping. So, to be safe, you foreigners will usually buy a bottle of realgar wine. Even if you don't drink it, it's good to rub it on your legs and body," the young driver said. "And the price is not expensive. It's only ten to twenty yuan a bottle."
"Forget it, I'm not afraid of snakes and insects," Qin Lang said.
The young driver had to give up. He wanted to take the opportunity to promote some "tourism products" to Qin Lang. Unexpectedly, Qin Lang was not afraid of snakes, insects, rats, and ants at all, so he could only give up.
The road to Mt. Bai Ping was not easy to travel on. Not only were the roads mountainous, but they were also gravel roads. Even riding on a motorcycle was very slow. After about an hour, Qin Lang finally arrived at the foot of Mount Bai Ping.
Mount Bai Ping was more than two thousand meters above sea level. It was one of the higher mountains in Nanping County. Because there was no industrial pollution, the air quality was better. Moreover, it was spring and summer, so the weather was pleasant. It was indeed a good time for sightseeing. However, the road conditions in Mount Bai Ping were very bad, and it was not a tourist development zone. Therefore, it was not the first choice for tourists. Almost no outsiders came to this place.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain, the young driver stopped the motorcycle by the side of the road, then pointed to the path up the mountain and said, "From here, you can go to Qiang Village on Mount Bai Ping. It's halfway up the mountain. However, I advise you not to go in. "
"Oh … why?" Qin Lang handed over the fare.
Perhaps it was because of the fare, the young driver continued to say, "This Qiang Village is not developed for tourism, so they don't like outsiders going there. Moreover, these villages that are not open to the public are basically under the control of the locals. If something happens, the police will not care. So, if you want to travel, it's best if you don't go in! "
"Okay, thank you," Qin Lang said.
Tut tut!
Moments later, the young driver started the motorcycle and disappeared into the dusk of the mountain road.
At the foot of Mount Bai Ping, there was basically no sign of human habitation. However, at that moment, an old Qiang man carrying a basket on his back walked over. He was about fifty years old, but his gait was vigorous. When he reached Qin Lang's side, he said, "Young man, it's getting dark. What are you doing here?"
"I want to go up the mountain," Qin Lang said.
"Up the mountain? What a coincidence, I live in a village on the mountain. Young man, let me take you up. "
"Sure, thank you in advance," Qin Lang said with a smile.
Qin Lang followed the old Qiang man for nearly an hour. Finally, he saw a village in the middle of the wilderness. This stronghold was built against the mountain, and there were waterfalls and clear streams flowing around the stronghold. There were also many birds flying in the forest. Looking from afar, it gave people the feeling that it was a paradise.
It was sunset, and the setting sun was as red as blood. However, it also made people feel an inexplicable sense of unease.
"Young man, our village is right in front of us. It's going to be dark soon. Why don't you stay in the village for the night and continue up the mountain tomorrow? "the old man, Qin Lang, said.
"I say, old man, you've been pretending for so long. Aren't you tired?" Qin Lang suddenly said calmly, "Your basket is empty, isn't it? Why do you have to cover it with leaves? I think your goal is to bring me to this village, right? "
After being exposed by Qin Lang, the old man's honest expression immediately disappeared. In its place was a savage expression. "You're Qin Lang, aren't you, brat? Our village is right in front of us. Follow me in if you have the guts … "
As he spoke, the old man let out a sharp whistle. This sound almost startled the birds in the forest.
As the old man whistled, a murderous aura seemed to fill the air.
"Lead the way! I'll go meet Qing Heyun! "
Qin Lang said to the old man as he followed him towards the stronghold in large strides.
This village was made up of yellowish-brown stone houses. They were of varying heights and were arranged in picturesque disorder. The surrounding terrain of the village was extremely steep. There was only one way to enter from the front, but they had to pass through the village's gate. In addition, there were two tall watchtowers in the middle of the village. The watchtower looked down from above, looking very imposing.
Qin Lang didn't know if this was the "headquarters" of the Green Ring Gang, but he had to admit that this place was really not bad. It would be a great place for a vacation. It was a pity that it had become a "bandit's lair".
The old man was still leading the way. But as he walked and was about to reach the village's gate, he sensed that something was wrong. He turned around abruptly, only to find that Qin Lang had disappeared! When did Qin Lang slip away? How could this old man not notice!
Woo woo!
The sound of a bugle horn rang out in the village. Following the sound of the bugle horn, dozens of men armed with rifles and shotguns rushed out of the village.
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