Song Qiuli looked at his reflection in the stream, and saw that he had regained the same self he was twenty years ago, as if he had a lot of emotion, and kept muttering:

I'm back, I'm finally back again, after saying goodbye to this river and lake for twenty years, I'm still back, but I don't know, how many people know me in the rivers and lakes?

Isn't this person Song Qiuli?

Who is this person?

Even Song Qiuli seems to have completely forgotten his true identity, and seems to have forgotten the infinite scenery of twenty years ago.

At the moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

This thought started twenty years ago, since he changed into Song Qiuli's face twenty years ago, it was like a whip, spurring him all the time.

If it weren't for this thought that had been supporting him, then he would have lost his mind a long time ago, or he would have lost his patience for life.

The idea was that he had to find out who was behind the control of the Golden Throwing Villa, otherwise, his twenty years of seclusion in the Golden Throwing Villa would be wasted.

Now, now that he has escaped from the cage of the Golden Throwing Villa, and since he has regained his original self twenty years ago, he must continue to pursue it.

But what about escaping?

The original clues have not been fully figured out, and now, there are so many completely unfamiliar and even clueless things.

The palace master, Zhang Tang master, Song Tang master, Suo Ming Qingyi, Ji Sijue, Lan Yutang, cheap woman, the decisive battle of October 15......

These seemingly irrelevant people or things seem to be vaguely related to the Golden Throwing Villa by some invisible thread......

All the mysteries seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the clues seemed to be more and more, but there were so many clues at once, which made him a little unexpected.

Thinking of this, Song Qiuli's nerves, which had already begun to relax, slowly tensed again, like an alarm clock that had already been full of clockwork.

He knew that all the clues in front of him at the moment were like a mess of threads, with countless knots on it, and although he had a lot of ways to untie the threads in his hands, he didn't know where to start.

Song Qiuli seemed a little overwhelmed, looking at the emptiness of the distant mountains and the stream under his feet, he let out a long sigh, and then put his right hand on his forehead and looked out.

He put his left foot on the rock, his right foot bowed slightly, and searched carefully upward in the direction of the small stream, and at the end of his eyes seemed to be a dark mass.

It seemed to be a bush, and it seemed to be a small forest, and then I saw that it was a huge rock, standing in the middle of those vast jungles, like a wild beast hiding there to feed.

The stream flowed slowly from under its feet, and when it reached there, it suddenly became turbulent, and instead of the original rattling, it became a thunderous rumble, and became a great waterfall.

The rock I saw when I looked at it was standing right in the middle of the waterfall, and it looked like it was about to be washed down by the roar of the water.

Song Qiuli frowned slightly, then jumped from the rocks to the shore, shook his hand, and tucked the hem of his robe around his waist so as not to trip over the grass and thorns under his feet.

After tidying up all his body, he took a step and walked towards the hidden boulder, as if he was going to search for treasure there.

Although that boulder was very special, it was actually nothing to look at, and even Song Qiuli didn't know what he was going there for.

Perhaps, it's because I've been idle for too long, and I just want to find something to do for myself.

The rock looked very strange, it looked like an old man sitting at the water's edge fishing, it looked like a beast drinking from the water, and it looked more like a statue looking into the distance.

Could it be that this is the legendary Wangfu Stone?

However, the rock is a good place to look into the distance, and it is located halfway up the mountain, and when you stand on it, you can see the view below.

Song Qiuli had just escaped from the completely restrained vegetable garden, and for twenty years, he had not been able to enjoy the empty scenery outside, so he wanted to see what kind of world the outside world had become from above, and he wanted to see what kind of rivers and lakes would be twenty years later.

The rivers and lakes under his feet were originally his world.

From Song Qiuli from the distance where he was standing just now, he found that the boulder standing on the waterfall seemed to be very close, very close, so close that it seemed to be only within reach, and even within reach.

However, when he actually walked towards the boulder and actually walked in front of the boulder, it took him about a cup of tea.

It's really a dead horse running from a distant mountain.

Song Qiuli hadn't eaten for a whole day and a night, and although the stream water he drank just now had solved his thirst problem, he felt even hungrier.

His stomach even thundered and thundered, gurgling, like an empty city in trouble, how uncomfortable it was.

Song Qiuli leaned against the boulder, snorting and panting.

Looking at the sky-high boulders, watching the waterfalls under his feet overwhelming the sky and rushing towards the mountain stream, Song Qiuli suddenly felt a little dizzy.

At this moment, although it was still daytime, he could clearly see that the stars in the sky were constantly twinkling, exuding a golden light.

He wanted to swallow the stone as if it were a browned goat.

Although there were hares, fawns, pheasants, and other beasts and birds running through the mountains and forests from time to time, he could not hunt for food, because to roast them, there must be fire.

At this moment, don't say that he doesn't have fire on his body, and even if he does, he can't be born.

Because if you want to make a fire, there will be smoke, and if there is a sudden green smoke rising from the mountainside, it will definitely attract the attention of others.

The people of the Golden Throwing Villa are probably chasing him everywhere Song Qiuli, and at this time, they may have tracked him not far from him.

If they saw smoke suddenly rising in this mountain forest, it would undoubtedly tell them that he, Song Qiuli, was hiding here at the moment to roast and eat.

They'll definitely be chasing after them soon.

With his Song Qiuli's current swordsmanship attainments, although he would not take those Zhuang Ding thugs in the Golden Throwing Villa in his eyes at all, but now, he could not reveal his whereabouts.

He still has a lot to do, and he must not cause unnecessary trouble because of his momentary carelessness.

He had been enduring the vegetable garden of the Golden Villa for twenty years, and for him, this little hunger could still be endured.

Song Qiuli leaned on this boulder, grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into his mouth, and then, with his head down, he took the stream water in his mouth, and rushed down the weeds to satisfy his hunger.

Having drunk enough of the water and filling his stomach with weeds, he looked up at the sky-high boulder behind him.

In the mountains, this stone looks so small and inconspicuous, but when Song Qiuli really walked in front of it now, when he really walked under its feet and began to look up at it, he found that it was so huge and unattainable.

In Song Qiuli's opinion, this rock is so big that it is a little outrageous.

When the stream at the foot of the stream flowed here, the water surface had become very wide, and there was a loud and clattering sound, dozens of feet away, but the rock could still firmly span it, like a pontoon bridge.

And the gurgling streams slowly accumulated beneath it, and it grew deeper and deeper, and then it became a rushing waterfall, rumbling down.