"This damn valley is like an iron bucket, not a single breach." Ke Zhan said dejectedly.

After searching for seven or eight days on Lotus Mountain, Ke Zhan was already in rags and full of vegetables at this time. Similar to the situation of the Bashan River he passed, it was also unkempt and embarrassed. The heroes of Tu Nan's team have already been urgently ordered to be transferred back by Fengjie, the second son of the Great Khan, and the third son, Mantuo, to prepare for the southern invasion. Only the personal guards of the Splendid Princess, Ke Zhan and Bashan River, are still searching here persistently.

"Can't give up, the honor of the princess is the hope of the future of the prairie, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death." Bashanhe said with a gloomy face.

"I don't believe the princess is dead, she won't die!" Ke Zhan said angrily.

"Then go ahead and don't give up!" Bashanhe still has the same tone.

"I didn't say I wouldn't look for it, I just had a headache why this valley didn't even have an exit. Didn't the Han people say that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain?" Ke Zhan said indignantly.

"We've seen the way for a long time. It's blocked by rocks, unless we turn into monkeys and climb over the top of the mountain." Bashanhe looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Even a monkey, no, even an eagle in the desert, can't fly over the top of the mountain in the clouds. I have an idea." Ke Zhan said suddenly.

"What?" Bashanhe asked.

"Let's climb down that cliff from the top of Lotus Mountain, maybe we can reach the bottom of the mountain." Battleable.

"Yes," Bashanhe nodded, "Then maybe we can find the princess waiting at the bottom of the valley."

"And what are we waiting for?" Ke Zhan said eagerly.

"But how do we get out?" Bashanhe asked, "Aren't we trapped at the bottom of the valley the same?"

But Zhan angrily slapped the trees beside him, causing the branches to splash.

At this time, the Bashan River suddenly started to freeze at a wide and shiny stream flowing from the bottom of the mountain. "What's wrong?" Ke Zhan came to him and watched with him.

"You see, war, this stream flows from the valley floor." Bashanhe suddenly said excitedly.

"Of course, this is simply a stream of water from a mountain spring?" But the battle said disapplausively.

"Since it can flow out of the valley, it means that there is an outlet under the water that leads to the valley." Bashanhe said excitedly.

"Maybe it's a small crack, maybe the stream is seeping out of a crack in the rock." The attitude of the war is not optimistic.

"Let's go up the stream, and we'll know." Bashanhe said impatiently.

"Okay." There was also a surge of hope in the heart of the battle. The two men used light skills to run towards the source of the stream.

It was a rather fast, clear stream that leaped out of a huge underwater cavern in the mountain wall and flowed merrily down the winding river. Ke Zhan and Bashanhe cheered and hugged each other in celebration.

"Great, let's swim in." But the battle said categorically.

"The tunnel may be long, or it may not be wide at the other end. We could be drowned." Bashanhe said as he took off his coat.

"Come on, I can't find the princess. What is the use of our lives?" But he threw his coat far aside.

"Alright, let's go!" The two men jumped into the stream together.

Peng Wuwang couldn't wait to get up early the next morning, he wanted to find the best grass stalks to make incense candles for his own use, and he wanted to invite all the creatures of the valley to be his guests, he wanted to make the most wonderful arrangements for his wedding, and he wanted to make Princess Splendid happy to be his bride. Thinking of Princess Splendid Beauty's crimson cheeks, like the most beautiful morning glow in the sky, he couldn't suppress a smile on his face.

From the artemisia grass on the bank of the stream, Peng Wuwang was overjoyed to find three dry and sturdy grass stalks. He carefully pinned them to his waist, and then he came to the Purple Bamboo Forest. Here he used a long knife he picked up from the bottom of the mountain to chop down a few old bamboos, and with a quick knife he split these old bamboos into countless slender bamboo strips, and then weaved them into a huge bamboo basket. It took him nearly an hour to do the work, and the basket was very simple and ugly, but it was big enough to be sturdy. Peng Wuwang paused the bamboo basket on the ground, and then rolled it in his hand and played with it, feeling very satisfied. He put the large bamboo basket on his head and strode towards the mat of dead branches where the monkeys gathered.

In the early morning, when the monkeys were foraging, the wild monkeys on the mats of the dead branches were in a hurry, and they were eager to pick the wild fruits of the valley and jungle to make their meal.

"Hey, brothers, my surname is Peng, my name is Peng Wuhope, I got married today!" As soon as Peng Wuwang saw these wild monkeys, he immediately roared happily. The wild monkeys, frightened by his loud voice, screamed and hid on the highest branches of the bushes, and poked their heads into him to watch.

Peng Wuwang placed the bamboo basket on the side of the dead branch mat near the woods, then took a dozen steps back and said loudly, "Brothers, you are my guests today, bring me some congratulatory gifts!" After speaking, he waved his hand vigorously.

The monkeys looked at him with amusement, and they all stood on the branches of the trees and waved vigorously at him. Peng Wuwang bowed to them again, and the monkeys bowed to him in the same way, and some of the monkeys stood unsteadily, and planted themselves from the branches, but they cleverly wrapped their tails around the branches, and swayed on the branches like bats, and their upper bodies still bowed to him frequently.

Peng Wuwang smiled confidently, and threw the wild fruits he had picked just now into the bamboo basket, and these wild fruits fell into the middle of the bamboo basket impartially. The monkeys let out a burst of joy, and countless monkeys threw the wild fruits in their hands towards the bamboo basket, and after a while, the bamboo basket was already full of all kinds of delicious wild fruits. Peng Wuwang whistled happily, ran to the bamboo basket, put the bamboo basket high above his head, and said loudly, "Thank you, brothers, Peng will accept these congratulatory gifts, and come to my house as a guest in the future!"

He carried the bamboo basket on his back and walked towards the stone cave by the stream, eager to tell Jinxiu how generous and welcoming their new neighbor was. His mood at the moment was as happy as if he was above the clouds, and he couldn't help singing the most popular love songs among the people in Qingzhou.

Princess Splendid set up a bonfire by the stream, roasting the game that Peng Wuwang had pickled last night, the fragrance was already slowly wafting in the air, and the hare meat on the fire took on an attractive rose color. Princess Splendid held her cheeks and imagined the scene of putting this roasted hare in front of Peng Wuwang. Her cooking skills are far inferior to Peng Wuwang, which makes her very ashamed, and she silently plans in her heart to learn Peng Wuwang's extraordinary cooking skills little by little in the future, so that he can enjoy the food she cooked for him. The carefree days go on day by day, the vicissitudes of the sea outside, and let him go. At this moment, the splendid heart is overflowing with peace and happiness that has never been before.

Suddenly, a sound of water burst from the stream, and two agile figures leaped out of the water like flying fish, two strings of silvery-white splashes in the sunlight to make a graceful curve. Princess Splendid watched in amazement as two drenched figures rushed to her and knelt down on one knee.

"It's a battle, it's too late to save the mountain, and I ask the princess to forgive me!"

At the same time, Peng Hopeless's loud love song came from afar:

"In the West Col - the north wind blows,

Lang went to the army - three years without returning,

The mountain song sings to tears,

I don't see my lover again.

West Col - South Wind Blows,

Finally see the lover--the glory of the clothes,

Silver helmet mink fur gold armor,

The triumphant song sang and returned to the marquis.

West Col - East Wind Blows,

Sister to the mountains - never to return,

Lang is difficult to keep together,

It's better to live in the mountains for a long time and never return.

West Col - cold wind blowing,

Lang is as white as ash in the deep mountains,

What is the prince's foot,

Without Ah Mei, who is she for? Oh, for whom?"

The beautiful peach blossoms in the nameless valley, the colorful streams, the green and verdant jungles, the mist-shrouded distant mountains, and the cliffs climbed by apes suddenly turned into a hazy and mottled mist in the eyes of Princess Splendid Beauty, and then turned into bursts of smoke and dust that disappeared into the endless void.

Hare meat is still roasted over the fire, and the aroma permeates the banks of the empty stream. A piece of bark was forcefully cut off from a willow tree by the stream, revealing a neat and smooth surface, on which were carved several lines of large characters:

The hope of staying together is unattainable.

Last night's love, this life will never be remembered.

When he saw each other in his year, he deserved to die together.

May there be an afterlife, and be husband and wife again.

Next to the campfire, there are two lines of wet water that run from the bank of the stream to the mouth of the cave. Countless stumble of footprints began at the mouth of the cave and disappeared from the stream.

With a "boom", the bamboo basket slid helplessly from the top of Peng Wuhope's head to the ground, and the wild fruits in the bamboo basket rolled down to the surrounding ground like a waterfall, and the outermost fruit bounced high on the ground, rolled a few times, and then rolled into the stream, making a "coo" sound.

Like the bamboo basket, Peng fell to his knees hopelessly and helplessly, holding on to the willow tree that broke his heart, trembling uncontrollably. Large tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably and splashed on the willow trunk and the damp ground.

"What is together in life, what is accompanied in this life. It's a void after all!" Peng Wuwang cried for a long time before he stood up in a trance and looked around at everything he once loved heartily in the Nameless Valley. He only felt a bitterness in his heart, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed to the ground: "In this world, there is no immortal who does not ask about the world. And why be delusional?"

With this desolate and high-pitched roar, the long knife in Peng Wuhope's hand was raised high, and the thunderclap-like sound of the knife sounded in the calm and serene nameless valley, and the sad willow tree dripping with tears fell in response.