As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

Neither Jing nor she knew how long she slept. She just felt extra at ease and slept soundly after returning home. This was something that could not be achieved in any expensive hotel in a foreign country.

Especially when I hear the sound of Master Feng's piano, the kind of relaxation that comes from the soul makes me feel even more comfortable.

Jinghe thought that he had slept for a long time. When he opened his eyes, the world outside was still dark, with only a few stars playing hide and seek in the sky.

Jinghe took a look at the time. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. Why did he wake up at this time? By the way, this time was still in the morning abroad. Has his jet lag still not reversed?

Now that he was awake, Jing He didn't plan to sleep again. He simply changed his clothes and turned on the night light next door and then turned it off immediately.

Jinghe knew that he had woken up He Zhengxin, but He Zhengxin confirmed that he was the one who confirmed that they were in Jingu Village and didn't pay much attention to what he was going to do.

Jinghe carefully walked out of the house and walked towards the Jingu Museum.

There have been great changes in the past two years. The creek in Lianlian Village has been re-leveled, and cement stones have been paved on both sides of the creek to prevent tourists from trampling on the creek.

There are peach trees along the way, and under the peach trees are very common sunflowers and lavender. Although they are common, they are always beautiful when they bloom, and they are particularly sultry in the night.

Jing He had no intention of looking at this unique scenery. He walked quickly to the museum. Principal Ao told him that the museum had to have a separate exhibition of the Chinese antiques he brought back, and he didn't know if it had been repaired.

Jinghe walked into the museum and accidentally discovered that the museum was brightly lit. Didn't the lights turn off? The Huaguo Pavilion is still under construction overnight.

But there was no movement at all inside. Jinghe's breathing was a little rapid when he walked. Only when he entered inside did he realize, huh? It's not the light, it's the brightness of the luminous pearl. Can the luminous pearl be so bright?

It was soft but bright, and the whole museum looked full of story. Jinghe couldn't help but laugh. He probably wouldn't have staged a wonderful night at the museum. He was not a child who would be scared to death.

After passing all kinds of famous paintings and vessels, Jing He felt that the museum was still familiar to him, until he reached the end, and there appeared a quiet path that seemed particularly unfamiliar to him, and Jing He walked there based on his intuition.

Suddenly, the whitewashed walls on both sides turned into high mountains. At this moment, it was like riding on a small boat. I heard a heroic voice like the ancients in my ears, "The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

In front of him, he seemed to be Li Bai. He was in a foreign country with no relatives or friends. He was suddenly pardoned and was able to go home. He felt so happy.

The picture came and went quickly, and soon the boat and the mountains had disappeared. Different from the overseas pavilion, Jing He seemed to have come to a very open place, with the feeling of wind blowing on her face, the smell of flowers, and birds. Crying.

What he saw in front of him instantly shocked Jing He's soul.

The Huaguo Pavilion seems to be a miraculous work, as if the heavenly palace has been moved down. On both sides of the entrance, there are dozens of marshals holding the sky, one of them is leaning on the pillar, holding a banner, and there are dozens of golden armors on the four sides. The gods are holding halberds, whips, and swords. The outside is pleasant, but the inside is amazing.

There are several large pillars in the inner wall, with golden-scaled red-bearded dragons twining around them, and several long bridges, on which red-crowned cranes with colorful feathers hovering in the sky.

In the clouds and wind, there is a corridor for five miles, a pavilion for ten miles, cornices at the corridor corners, palace walls and courtyards, scaly tiles, blue walls, and several palace willows, clear blue water, jagged fake rocks, flying cranes, and monkeys. Climbing on the tree, you will see fairies who look like goddesses passing by, and there will also be an old man with fairy spirit lying under the bamboo. It is really a fairyland scene.

It is a very huge square, the ground is paved with white marble, the light is shining, and one look at it makes people feel insignificant. The white clouds in the distance are like gauze, floating under my feet. In the center of the square, a giant copper cauldron is placed every few dozen feet. It is divided into three rows, with three in each row. There are nine cauldrons in total. They are arranged regularly. From time to time, there is light smoke floating in the cauldron, and its smell is clear but not dissipated.

Jinghe was confused, had he come to fairyland? What he saw in front of him suddenly made him afraid to take another step forward. It should be said that it was the Huaguo Pavilion.

It is so ingenious and majestic, but suddenly I feel that the overseas pavilion, which is so vast outside and has been praised by countless people, is perfunctory.

Jing He didn't know why a mantra from a heavenly king suddenly appeared in his mind, "Hua Liu is the most awesome". He was so shocked that he didn't know how the tourists would be fascinated after the opening of the Hua Guo Pavilion.

"Does it look good? Even one of the exhibits has not been put up, and you are so fascinated by it? This curator is too unsteady!" Feng Liqi, who appeared next to Jing and I don't know when, said calmly.

Jing He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I don't need concentration. I hope everyone sees me so proud, and I hope everyone is as proud as me. This is the culture of our country, the heritage of our country..."

Jing He suddenly turned to look at Feng Liqi, "Master Feng, what did you say? One of the exhibits hasn't been put up yet? Then this..."

He looked at Jing and Dajie so entranced that he didn't dare to step into the palace. Do tourists care about looking at antiques when they come?

To put it bluntly, even if you can take care of looking at antiques, can you go out in a while?

The Huaguo Pavilion is incredibly large. It is larger than the entire Overseas Pavilion as far as the eye can see. Every antique seems to have a reserved place. Depending on the environment, if you want to watch it carefully, one seat can only accommodate about twenty people.

He found out and told Principal Ao that there were about tens of thousands of original cultural relics in Jingu Village, all of which were displayed individually. With tens of thousands of items, even if the base is 20, the Huaguo Pavilion can accommodate visitors at the same time.

Including the 20 or 40 people in overseas pavilions? Jinghe had a wonderful idea in his head. Master Feng and the others would not have hollowed out the entire mountainside of Jingu Village.

And how did they do it without the whole village knowing.

At this time, Feng Liqi tapped Jinghe's temple. Jinghe instantly felt clear-sighted, and some of the confusing thoughts in the past two days were sorted out.

Not thinking about problems that you can't figure out is the best way to deal with them.

"I have worked hard for you in the past two years. You have grown a lot of white hair. If you have time, go to the second water pool downstream of Shanshentan to get water and bathe. This is a bottle of Polygonum multiflorum essence. You are young. I am still waiting. My curator continues to achieve greater success and does not want to hear the news of premature senility and sudden death."

Jinghe took the jade bottle Feng Liqi gave him, "With Master Feng's fairy water, there is no way I could die suddenly. My gray hair probably comes from having too much contact with foreigners. It's annoying. Foreigners really don't have any moral principles to speak of. They only care about profit and nothing else."

"The world is bustling with people, all for profit and gain. You should have understood this truth when you were born in a business family. You don't need to pay too much attention to it. He has his own plans and I have my own plans. Only by getting what we need can we achieve the end. Jinghe, you are now We shoulder heavy historical responsibilities, and we must look at issues from a higher perspective.”

Historical responsibility, historical inheritor? Does he have such a heavy burden on him? Suddenly I felt that I was not worthy of such a high responsibility.