From then on, with the whole wide world before us, the two of us traveled to our hearts' content, the freest people under heaven.
We climbed Mount Hua. Its peaks towered high, but neither of us was afraid, and we supported each other all the way to the summit.
"Brother, Mount Hua is so high. Why does everyone want to climb it?"
"I don't know either. I just wanted to come up and have a look. What about you?"
"I only came up because you wanted to have a look."
We went to see Poyang Lake. Mist shrouded the vast waters, and we searched the entire lakeshore without finding the immortals said to live there in seclusion.
"Brother, why are you looking for immortals? What if they want to lock us up and make us their servants?"
"Then I'll feed their horses, and you can tell them jokes. When they go out, we'll escape and spread their stories throughout the world, so mortals will come and pester them to death."
"Brother... is that really what you're thinking?"
"Oh, I was joking. I want to learn their arts so we can protect ourselves. If those cultivators come to capture us again, at least we'll be able to fight back."
"Let's not fight back. We just need to be able to run away."
We also followed the Yangtze River west, wanting to find its source.
"Brother, look at that white-bearded old man fishing. Doesn't his rod have neither a line nor a hook?"
"Looks like it. Let's go have a look."
"I don't dare. I'm scared. Could he be with those people?"
"It's all right. People who fish generally mean no harm. They feed more fish than they catch. They're all great philanthropists."
"Well now, what a rarity, what a rarity indeed!