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There were about sixteen or seventeen people who came, all with Tibetan knives, and, yesterday, the few Tibetan men who escorted me were also among them.

However, looking at it today, that man is not the boss.

Tibetans are not gangsters, but they still have a boss, a backbone, a person who makes up their minds.

Who is the boss of this gang?

Seeing the other person's appearance, I smiled in my heart.Of course, it's not an acquaintance, but this uncle looks a lot like a foreigner that we are all very familiar with.

So, let me describe it. I am not very tall, but above average.Relatively thin, with a slightly dark complexion, big eyes, a slightly pointed chin, a straight nose, long hair, and many braids.He was wearing a Tibetan robe, and across his waist was a beautiful waist knife inlaid with unknown gemstones.

Tibetan version, Johnny Depp.

Captain Jack, where's your ship?

Except for this boss who bumped into foreign stars.

The rest are mixed.The difference can be seen from the robe. In addition, the most speechless thing is that there are actually two bears following.

Bear kid, male, about twelve or thirteen years old, looks natural, with a curious face, and passers-by seem to join in the fun, and surround him.

When these people arrived at the place, there were six or seven or eight people, and the people on the outside were in charge of closing the street, preventing a few wild dogs with evil eyes from running inside.

The rest, put on a posture, meaning to say, come on, come on.

I come!

I led the people around me and came out.

Little Beijing was very nervous. He kept turning his head to look around, then lowered his voice and said, "Brother, if you can't do it, let's call the police. This is Lhasa after all, and there are police."

I glared at him: "Why call the police! Don't call the police."

Then I come out.

"Han people who steal things, you still dare to come here, aren't you afraid of death?"

The fat Tibetan who bet on me yesterday had a cruel look on his face.

I said sternly, "There is a misunderstanding about this matter! If you have any objections to this, you can ask Master Dawang."

The fat Tibetan gritted his teeth: "You Han people can speak well, but we can't beat you, Master Dawang, and you must have been deceived by your mouth."

I listened with a smile, put my hands behind my back, looked up at the sky, and said loudly: "The eagle soaring in the sky uses its wings to prove that it is not a bird that perches on the branches all day long. The majestic lion will use its sharp claws and shocking roar , to prove that it is not a sleeping kitten. My friend, what shall I prove me? Yes! With a knife. I need a knife!"

The Tibetans were stunned.

Then, they exchanged glances with each other.

The Tibetan version of Captain Jack squinted slightly, glanced at me, and then winked at the people around him.

A big black man stretched out his hand, and with a bang, he pulled out the knife across the waist of the person beside him, and then walked up to me in three or two steps, and handed the knife handle to me.

I reached out and took it.

Big black guy, choke lang!

Pulled out the waist, treasure...

Uh, this knife!Why so many gaps?

I looked at the knife, and my heart moved, and I already understood.

A complete blade is just a handicraft, and a blade full of gaps is the real killer.

The big black man is an expert in knife fighting, not to mention anything else, just looking at the back of his hand and the scar on his forehead is enough to prove everything.

Pulling out the knife, the big black man made a pose.

I carried a knife in my hand, suddenly, I pulled a knife flower, lowered my center of gravity, and played the standard way of hiding a knife, ah!With a loud roar, he rushed up with a knife.

Once again, the blood was stirring in my heart.

I really seemed to be back to the moment when I was fighting swords outside Lhasa.

I rushed out, swung my knife, and chopped!

The way of playing the Tibetan knife is not as delicate as Japanese Kendo.

Similarly, there is no such thing as traditional Chinese martial arts, such as false moves.

This is, wild, bloody, rigid collision!

Bang bang bang!

What I play is the madness of letting go of everything in my heart!

Me and the big black guy, you come and go, bang bang bang bang!Cut countless knives.

This guy is really a master, and a little master like me who pushes me can't get cheap from him.At the same time, he didn't take advantage of me.

The big black man instantly turned red-eyed.

Ahh screaming.

Rush up and chop.

I welcome!

This fight, let me tell you, is really enjoyable!

It's been a long time, I haven't let go so much and fought with a knife.

Hit, hit, we kept moving, suddenly, a big black one jumped to my side, twisted around, and slashed.I block.

This guy is so strong.

With a bang, he gave me the knife and shook it away.

After the shock was released, the blade twisted, and then changed from chopping to stabbing.

Originally, I could dodge this thorn.

But unfortunately, the little brat looked silly behind me.

If I dodge this knife, the bear boy will definitely be pierced through, and his life will be lost.

If I don't hide, I'll meet you, it's a big deal, a knife in the shoulder, it's a big deal.

I went across the body.

At the same time, I heard a roar!

This roar seemed to be uttered by everyone watching the battle, and the meaning was to tell Dahei to stop.

The blade is fast.

With a swipe, it pierced the clothes on my shoulders.

But at the moment when the sharp tip of the knife was about to pierce my flesh, the big black man roared angrily.

On the spot, bang, stomped his foot, and stopped the knife abruptly.

Time freezes at this second.

The big black man's knife touched my shoulder, but he didn't move forward.

After a loud roar, the surrounding area became very quiet, very quiet, only the sound of hawking from Bajiao Street was vaguely heard.

After three seconds.

"Hahaha!" The big black man threw the knife away.Stepping forward, he picked it up for me, and then threw it high for me as if throwing a child.

The surrounding people surrounded me and screamed.

Next, I was put down.

At this time, the captain of the Tibetan version came over, squinted his eyes and said to me: "My friend, who taught you your sword skills."

I smiled: "Dorje, Jampa, Pasang, they are my Kham brothers!"

Ow...

There was another burst of cheers all around.

The other party laughed, turned his head and looked around, with braids flying in the wind, then he came over, hugged me and said: "Zhuo Ren! Your friend! From today on, I, Zhuo Ren, will be your good friend !"

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ren stretched out his hand, bang, and punched me in the chest.

I laughed, bang, stretched out my hand, and punched Zhuo Ren in the chest.

After laughing, Zhuo Ren stepped forward and put his arms around my shoulders: "Go! Friends, call your friends! Let's drink together!"

I turned around and called Liu Sheng, Guan Feng, and Brother Chang.

Three people, already stayed.

Now is not the time to explain, drink and go!

So, under the leadership of Zhuo Ren, a group of people wandered through the streets and alleys, and came to a restaurant with a small facade, entered the room, and greeted them.

Arrange to be seated.

let's start……

Toast, drink, sing, drink...

I told the people around me, don't hide how much alcohol you have, just drink it, and get down at worst.

But don't hide it!

ok!

Drink it!

This heavy drinking lasted until after ten o'clock.

Everyone got down, including these new Tibetan friends.

In fact, Tibetans are very easy to get along with, but don't be misled by me and think that you must fight with them.

These people are different from ordinary Tibetans.They belong to the warriors among the Tibetans!This is a good way to say it, but not a good way to say it, it has the meaning of a marginalized gangster.

When getting along with Tibetans, remember one thing, don't be eloquent and glib.Be realistic and do more!

Less words, more action.In this way, you can definitely make close friends!

We went straight to the hotel and went to sleep that night.

I slept until after nine o'clock in the morning of the next day.

Open your eyes and want to drink another dose of civilized wine, no one will persuade you.How much you can drink, how much you drink, you are an alcoholic, it doesn't matter.

Then, there is butter tea or something.

During the period, I chatted with Zhuoren and learned that he set up a few handicraft shops in Lhasa with some friends, and then sold the handicrafts he bought from all over Tibet.

As for my three Kham brothers.

Zhuo Ren said that those three people are very famous among Tibetans, especially among Tibetans like them. He knew that I had an unusual relationship with those three people when he saw the gestures and movements of my sword.

The last touch was actually the big black guy testing me.

Because, according to Zhuo Ren, the big black man, that is, Brother Zhamu, his knife is almost as good as Dorje among the Kham brothers.

In any case, after this knife fight, and a big drink, the previous suspicions were settled!Sino-Tibetan friendship lasts forever!

I'm having breakfast.

Little Beijing's cell phone rang, and he picked it up, went outside the house, and talked on the phone. After speaking, he entered the room, looked up at me and said, "Mr. Ji, a friend of mine, called me and said he wanted to Send a group of people to Medog. I thought, can we have a companion together?"

My heart moved, and I looked up at him.

"Who are they? What are they doing? How many people?"

Little Beijing: "About six or seven of them belong to the geological prospecting team. They say they are going to Medog to investigate the hydrological and geological conditions of the Yarlung Zangbo River. By the way, they will get some rock samples."

While chewing the meat, I nodded and said, "They are from the geological survey team, aren't they sent by Uncle Huang?"

Little Beijing glanced at Zhuoren, and there were several other Tibetans, he didn't hide anything.

"No! To be honest, I used to work under Uncle Huang for a while. This time, Uncle Huang asked for something from me, so..."

I understand.

Little Beijing is not a full-time worker.He's just a cameo, a temporary role.

Their task is to bring people into Medog. It is a dangerous job and they earn money to support their families.So, we can't delay people getting rich, besides, here...

I laughed in my heart, maybe there is cause and effect following it.

I said, "OK! Let's go together."

Little Beijing was in a dilemma again: "It's okay to start, but the route has to be changed."

I said, "How did it change?"

Little Beijing: "People usually take two roads to enter Medog. One is from Bomi to Galongla Pass, then through Dabu, and finally to Medog. Pull the mountain pass, cross the Jiefang Bridge, and arrive at Medog. But this time..."

Little Beijing said in embarrassment: "They are going to take a road called Death Canyon, which is also the most beautiful road in Medog!"