"No one has been here for decades." The little beggar said as he pushed aside the wormwood that was taller than a man, and a winding path extending forward appeared in front of him.
We walked along the path for less than a minute, and a crescent-shaped lake nestled between two mountains came into view.
The little beggar pointed to the two-story boat by the lake: "You guys get on that boat and drift left along the lake. It will take about two or three days to reach Penglai Island."
I turned my head mechanically and followed the little beggar's hand to see the towering mountain standing there, unshakable for thousands of years! This was obviously a dead end, how could I float across it? Liar, the little beggar must be a liar!
Sima Qing jumped up, held the little beggar tightly by his collar, and lifted him up in front of him. The expression on his face was as gloomy as before the storm: "Are you looking for death?" [
"Really, please listen to what I have to say!" The little beggar pried Sima Qing's hand away with all his hands, led us to the edge of the mud, pointed to a water plant with sharp corners in the lake: "You guys
Follow the direction of these water plants to the end, and you will see a fist-sized stone on the cliff. Turn it vigorously, and then follow the water. If you are lucky, you may be able to encounter Penglai Island."