Song Qiuli jumped onto a stone protruding in the middle of the upper reaches of the waterfall, trying his best to look up at the boulder standing in front of him, but he still couldn't see its top clearly.

The top of the boulder is like a sleek mirror, slowly closing the faint sunlight scattered around, and then refracting it all over the sky.

From below, this boulder looks like the legendary Optimus Pillar, and the sky above it seems to be really relying on the support of this stone to prevent it from falling and falling into pieces.

In the roar of the waterfall at your feet, the boulder seemed to be shaken by a pair of invisible hands, shaking in all directions, shaking the sky supporting overhead.

Song Qiuli was dizzy again.

He didn't dare to look up again.

He suddenly felt as if the huge, deep sky had suddenly lost its center of gravity, and was falling overwhelmingly towards him, about to fall on top of his head, crushing him to pieces.

Song Qiuli leaned against the boulder, closed his eyes, rested slightly for a while, and then rubbed his temples again, trying to relax himself.

After about a cup of tea, he felt a little better.

The vegetation of the distant mountains, with the fragrance of late autumn weather, slowly drifts through the dense pine forests and dense bushes, and settles all over the wilderness.

Song Qiuli only felt that his whole body was fluttering, and he was a little relaxed.

He smiled slightly wryly, and then, carrying the long sword in his hand, he carried his long sword on his shoulder, allowing his body to relax as much as possible to reduce the hunger that was rushing in.

Then he leaped ashore, lowered it down the stream of a stream, and walked slowly downstream.

The further down you go, the more turbulent the water becomes, and the river widens.

At this moment, the stream has suddenly turned into a small river, and the sound of rushing water slowly condenses into a thin layer of water vapor on the surface of the river, like a morning mist.

Song Qiuli's figure jumped and shuttled on the stones by the river.

The stones and tree roots scattered along the river are like the plum blossom stakes he used to practice light exercises with his father and eldest brother when he was young.

Therefore, although the hunger is unbearable, it is easy to walk, like a dragonfly flying in the water, floating far and near.

After a long journey, he jumped to a large rock protruding from the riverbank, looked back again, and found that the huge rock standing majestically just now had a different scene.

At the moment, it is like a small hill between distant mountains.

Compared to the higher, wider, and more massive veins of the mountain in the distance, perhaps, it is not high and unattainable.

However, the huge momentum it exudes across the waterfall makes people feel a proud spirit, like a lonely swordsman.

Looking at it, Song Qiuli suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon.

When he stood under the boulder and looked up just now, he just felt that it was just a stone, and there was no sign of patchwork in between.

However, when I looked at it more closely, I found that there were many mysteries in this stone.

Maybe it wasn't where it is now.

It's as if someone had carved it into many small pieces, and then, scattered and moved from somewhere else, and put it back together.

Because there seem to be a lot of patchwork gaps on it.

When I stood underneath it just now, I couldn't distinguish it due to the emission of sunlight, but now I stand in the distance, and the refracted sunlight is obscured by the surrounding trees, so the gap above is faintly visible.

Song Qiuli couldn't help frowning, he didn't seem to understand why others had to put so much effort to move such a boulder from elsewhere.

Is it because there are some ulterior secrets in this place?

Or, underneath this stone, there is a hole leading to the unknown, in order to hide people's eyes, so such a huge stone was made and the hole was covered.

If there is a hole, then where does it lead, and what is hidden in this hole...... Treasure?

In the era of rivers and lakes, the situation is changing.

In order to prevent disasters from falling from the sky, many wealthy people usually find a secret place and bury their accumulated wealth.

Then, draw a drawing, mark the specific location of the treasure, and wait until the rivers and lakes are calm before digging out and selling, and this picture has become a veritable treasure map.

Or, some green forest heroes robbed a huge amount of gold, silver and jewelry, because the case is serious, the government is very strict in pursuit, so they first buried in a secret place to avoid the limelight.

When the wind calmed down, they made an appointment to come to hunt for treasure, but they secretly plotted to kill their accomplices and destroy them, and then swallow the treasure alone.

And these people all seem to have the same idea, and as a result, all the people involved in the treasure hunt kill each other to the death before coming to the location of the treasure.

So, there was such a treasure that no one knew about.

It seems to be written in the books.

Of course, there is another possibility.

It is possible that there is no treasure and jewel buried in the cave, but a giant beast left over from the Flood Era.

This giant beast often runs out to bring disaster to the people, making the people's livelihood miserable.

So, one day, a hero finally appeared, and with great effort, he subdued this giant beast of the wilderness, and then imprisoned it here.

Thinking of this, Song Qiuli also seemed to feel that his idea was too ridiculous, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then kept shaking his head and said:

In fact, these treasures and giant beasts are all made up by those poor and pedantic literati to bluff people, where is there really so much treasure in the world.

However, if you look closely, you will suddenly realize that in fact, the cracks on the boulder do not seem to be drawn haphazardly.

At first glance, it does seem a bit wanton, but when I look closely, I find that these cracks are faintly connected, like a hidden pattern.

Much like a map?

Could it be that there is really a huge treasure buried underneath it, and the pictures shown by these cracks are maps indicating where the treasure is buried?

Song Qiuli seemed to be really moved.

By this time, the lazy sunlight had passed through the overwhelming pine needles overhead, slowly falling down to the top of the huge rock.

Then, refracted from the top of the rock, shaking his eyes.

Song Qiu's eyebrows tightened, as if he was struggling to think deeply, and the spasmodic blood vessels on his forehead were also shaking nervously, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, as if urging him to make up his mind quickly.

His heart beat so fast that he was almost about to jump out of his chest, but he deliberately looked weak and weak, like a dry old tree, which could collapse at any time.

And beneath his feet was the rushing stream, the water roaring, and if he was not careful, he could be swept into it, swept into the unfathomable mountain stream, and shattered to pieces.

However, Song Qiuli still stood there blankly, motionless, his whole person seemed to have been frozen there by some kind of magic.

However, his gaze never left the boulder, from top to bottom, from left to right, and then, slowly......

His eyes began to blur again, and then, clearly, returned.

The lines embedded in the boulders expanded into his gaze, and began to become clearer and clearer, showing one stroke at a time, as if an invisible hand was slowly writing.

Then, the lines of the cracks on the rock, which had been messy and irregular, suddenly moved, and even began to reassemble in front of him......

When all the lines stopped moving and the real picture was frozen again, I realized that it was not a painting, nor a map, but five words.

The two looked into the smoke and water.