A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,"Rain Oh, I... remember now. Landslide. When I went up the mountain, a sudden downpour caused a landslide, and I fell off a cliff. Could it be that the landslide blocked the road What are we going to do"。