Sima Qing ignored anyone. He walked forward and pressed his face against the wall. After a while, he turned around, his face was green and green, making noises here and there, covered in moss in a funny way: "Put this
A stone wall is broken, go up and have a look."
As he said that, he raised his fist high and was about to strike the first punch!
Hu Xiang rushed forward, hugged Sima Qing's waist tightly, stuck out his butt and dragged him back, "Hey, hey, hey, hey," he kept shouting: "Qing, Brother Qing, this wall is
It's made of stone, if you hit it hard, you will be injured!"
"Go away!"
"don't want!"[
"I told you to get lost!"
"I don't want to die!"
"..."
Hu Xiang and Sima Qing, as if we didn't exist, were tugging at each other in the small cave!
In order to avoid being involved, I pressed my limbs against the wall, and like a crab, I snuck up to Sima Yang and sat down on the small raised stone on the ground, holding my chin with a smile.
Looking like a good show
Who knows, just as my butt fell down, there was an earth-shaking sound in the cave. The cave also slowly shook, and while the moss "rustled" down, the small vent above the wall cracked into
The two halves are separated, and the distance is getting further and further apart.
After a few seconds, the vibration stopped, and the originally dark cave suddenly became brighter. What appeared in front of us was the stone staircase shrouded in mist, winding and extending towards the sky. The first staircase
On it are engraved the three characters "Tibetan Mirror Pavilion" written in flowing cursive.