The rising sun was red, riding on the back of an owl, as if it was very close to the sky, as if it was about to fly into the sun.

In the early morning, the top of the mountain is still shrouded in clouds. After flying for a while, the mother owl and the tower and they got into the clouds, and there were clouds floating around them that looked soft and soft like marshmallows, and the tower couldn't help but reach out and touch the clouds.

The owls flew very fast, and they saw the snow on the top of the mountain and the trees whose branches had been crushed by the snow.

At this moment, the little blacksmith couldn't help but sneeze. Now they were spotted by the mother owl, who spun in the air and flapped its wings as if to shake them off, and the tower held the little snowball in its arms tightly to her chest, and grabbed the owl's feathers.

The owl flew towards the top of the mountain, and she flipped her body in the air. Both the tower and the little blacksmith were running out of their way.

It's too bad if you get thrown off in the air!

In their panic, Thorn Tower noticed a cave at the top of the mountain, close enough to them, as if it had been left behind by some huge beast. She remembered that the little owls were particularly interested in the bearded leader's golden buttons, and with the idea of giving it a try, she threw the golden buttons into the hollow of the tree with all her might.

Although the gold button was small, it shone in the sunlight, and sure enough, it caught the attention of the mother owl, and she swooped down in the direction of the cave.

"Jump into the cave!" Thorn Tower shouted to the little blacksmith.

Mother owl stopped at the entrance to the cave, she was too big to get in. The little blacksmith and the tower leaped from the owl's back and tumbled into the cave.

But what they didn't expect was that the so-called cave was actually the entrance to a tunnel. As soon as the tower and the little blacksmith jumped into the cave, they fell into the dark passage and involuntarily slid all the way down. There were no fingers in the cave, and they could only judge the distance from each other's voices. At first, they descended quickly, but gradually, the slope of the passage slowed down, and dots of light began to appear in the cave.

Tsunta could finally see the little blacksmith in front of him, and the little snowball was curled up in his bag. They were still sliding down, not knowing where the passage would take them, but the light in the passage was getting brighter and brighter.

They slower and slower their descent until the hole finally appeared. The tower and the little blacksmith fall out of the tunnel into a world of light, and they can't tell where they are. Countless huge tree roots are intertwined, making the world in front of them look like an anthill with a complex structure, and under their feet is the white sand and the thin surface of the water, the water surface is extremely clear, and the white sand at the bottom of the water seems to be mixed with fine crystal particles.

But the most amazing thing is that both in the water and on the roots of the trees are covered with a layer of glowing silver filaments, and it is these silver filaments that emit a dazzling light that makes the world look so bright.

In the water, Tara finds the golden buckle she has dropped, a badge of friendship with the circus and a hero for saving herself. Tara quickly picked it up and put it in his pocket.

The little snowball poked its little head out of the bag, it came from the wizarding world, so it has a special perception of magic, and the snowball sensed the depths of the cave, that is, where the silver filaments gathered, and was exuding powerful magic, so it screamed, hoping to remind the tower of them.

But the tower and the blacksmith don't understand the meaning of the little snowball's cry. Despite this, they had no choice but to continue their journey deeper into the cave.

The deeper he went, the denser the silver filaments gathered, and the tower curiously scooped up the silver threads in the water, flashing like silk threads spit out by spiders, and like silver hair. She tugged back hard to see how long the silver filaments were, but suddenly heard a cry of pain from the depths of the cave.

"Ouch!"

The voice sounded like that of an elderly grandfather.

Frightened, the tower quickly threw away the silver thread in his hand.

"Who's pulling my beard?" The voice rang out again, echoing through the cavern, causing echo after echo.

"It's me, Thorn Tower! Sorry, I didn't know it was your beard! "Watta lingered in place, because there was always an echo in the cave, and she couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from.

"Hello, I'm Pipsqueak the little blacksmith! We fell out of the cave and didn't know how to get out! The little blacksmith asked aloud.

"Keep going, kids!" The voice sounded some distance away from them.

Thorn Tower looked at the silver threads everywhere, and thought to himself how old he must be if these were his beards! How tall he must be!

As I walked, the light became more dazzling.

To their surprise, a kind old man about their size appeared in the deepest part of the cavern, and there was a gap directly above him, from which the light came in and shone on him.

He had thick hair and beard like snow, and even his eyebrows were silvery-white, and he was converging with his hair upwards. He was holding a quill and writing something in front of the stone-carved desk, yellowed scrolls falling from the desk and piling up on the floor.

"Grandpa... Grandpa! The tower called out to the old man a little shyly.

"Oh! You guys! The old man looked taken aback, "How did you end up in this hole?" ”

"We tried to go to the other side of the mountain, but we fell out of the cave at the top of the mountain!" The little blacksmith explained.

"Oh, I see!"

"Old man, do you know how to get back to the mountains?"

"Why go back to the mountains?"

"We've got to climb over this mountain!" Tsunta replied from the side.

"Haha, aren't you going to the other side of the mountain, who said there is only one way to the other side of the mountain?" The old man finally put down the pen in his hand, and laughed, his hair and beard shining even more with the laughter.

"People in this world always think that there is only one way to the destination." The old man's eyes were blue, and when he spoke, he shone with wisdom.

"Grandpa, who are you and why are you trapped here?" The little blacksmith asked curiously.

"Who said I was stuck here?"

"Your beard and hair..."

"Hahaha," the old man laughed again, "although you see me staying here, I know everything about this world. The I you see is not the whole me. I am in every river, on every leaf, I can hear every whisper in the world. They call me a prophet! Well? That's what it seems to be called. ”

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly picked up the pen again and quickly recorded something on the paper.

Jing Ta and the little blacksmith tilted their heads and looked at it for a while, but they really couldn't understand what was written on the paper, and the old man's words were like paintings and musical notes.

After waiting for a while, the old man still had no intention of stopping.

"Ahem!" Tara coughed embarrassedly, hoping to get the attention of the prophet's grandfather.

Sure enough, it worked, the old man stopped the pen in his hand and looked at them in amazement, "Who are you?" ”

"We..."

The old man seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened, and they were just about to answer, but the old man suddenly seemed to remember again.

"Oh, you're going to the other side of the mountain..."

"Uh-huh!" The tower and the little blacksmith nodded desperately.

"It's very simple, pull this beard of mine, keep going, and you'll see a small river that shines. There's a cute elf by the river, who is picking up someone else's wishing bottle. You get on her boat and you'll be on the other side of the mountain. ”

After saying that, the old man began to write on the paper again. Suddenly, she thought of something, she was embarrassed to tug at the corner of the cloak, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, do you really know everything?" ”

"Of course!" The old man looked up and looked at the little girl whose face suddenly turned red.

"Do you know where the person I'm looking for is?" Tartar asked.

"He was in a sea of yellow flowers, and he looked very lively. It's just..."

The tower tilted his little head, waiting for the Prophet to continue.

"It's just that he's the person you're looking for, and he's not the person you're looking for." The Prophet sighed.

"What does that mean?"

"You'll know when you see him." The words of the prophet are as difficult to understand as the words he wrote.

Tsuta frowned, "So, how long will it take me to find him?" ”

"Shorter than you think, longer than you expected..."

Tsuta's brow furrowed even tighter, what was the answer? Is the old man in front of him really an omniscient prophet, Jingta couldn't help but wonder.

Despite this, Thartha politely thanked the old prophet and pulled the little blacksmith to leave.

"Well, I'd like to ask the prophet a question." The little blacksmith squirmed and stayed where he was, refusing to move.

The tower had no choice but to leave first, waiting for the little blacksmith in front. As she walked forward, she thought about the answer that the prophet had said, which made her feel even more confused.

The little blacksmith walked up to the old prophet's side, and even though the tower had already left, he whispered his question.

"Oh, the man you are talking about! She was in a completely different place with few trees and animals, and the whole city was gray. But where she was, there was a dazzling light and flowers. Old Prophet glanced kindly at the little blacksmith, "Do you want to go to her?" ”

The little blacksmith shook his head, his eyes filled with tears, but he held back and did not let them out.

"Just in case, if you want to go to her, I can tell you where she is..."

The little blacksmith's cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkled in the reflection of the stream...

Tarta held one of the old man's mustaches in her hand, and she kicked the water that had just reached the instep of her feet with some annoyance. What did the old man mean by that? Why is the little prince the person he is looking for, but not the other?

But at least it proves that the little prince is indeed on this planet. Thinking like this, Thorn Tower regained her strength, no matter what, she had to find the little prince!

There was a splash behind him, and the little blacksmith chased after him.

As they walked some way forward, the water suddenly deepened, and the shallow currents on the ground gradually converged.

The tower and the little blacksmith had no choice but to climb to the dry ground on one side and continue on their way. As the old man said, the water was shiny, as if fireflies had flown into the water.