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In Yishouyuan's mind, a scene from the Taian period of the Jin Dynasty emerged: a fisherman in a boat drifting leisurely along the water. With his ordinary Mandarin level and his own emotional rendering and imagination of the atmosphere, he pointed his finger towards the bank, as if there grew rows of peach trees...,The old man rowing the boat at the stern was so absorbed in what he was hearing that he unconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan's finger, of course, he didn't see anything special like a peach tree.,Ice How could there be ice But Yi Shumen had no time to think about it at this moment. He saw that not far from the shore, he struggled to kick water and swim over, but he was already exhausted and his limbs were stiff. He barely managed to lie on the shore, but he had no strength to get up. He could only gasp for help with his chattering teeth.。