Who is not a fairy?

Song Yu frowned and said, "That is to say, we can't come out until the summer solstice?"

Xiong Yihui said: "Not necessarily. If it is really the 'chun' described by Zhuangzi, spring is 600 years old, and autumn is [-] years old. Then it will add up to [-] years..."

As he spoke, he raised his head to look at He Xu's face.

He Xu didn't listen to a word, he was lowering his eyes, staring at the lintel thoughtfully in a daze.

It was still Song Yu who called him several times before returning.

Only Song Yu dared to call him. When he raised his eyes, he saw two people staring at him, like two dogs waiting for the meat to fall from his mouth.

He Xu couldn't help laughing.

However, this smile was quickly suppressed by a sad face. He Xu frowned, and said vaguely: "The ancients liked to talk nonsense about numbers, such as 'a jade plate is ashamed to be worth ten thousand dollars', 'flying down three thousand feet', where is it?" It's been so long, don't panic, if you look for clues, you can always get out."

Song Yu muttered, "Is it because of my memory..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by He Xu: "What are you thinking! If you have this spare time, you might as well recall your memories carefully and see what we missed!"

Song Yu was taken aback by He Xu's roar, and was subconsciously trying to apologize, but He Xu squeezed his palm first.

"Sorry," he said hoarsely, "I can't get out. I'm in a hurry. I don't want to blame you."

"Ah."

A smile appeared on He Xu's face, and his fingers drew a few strokes on Song Yu's palm. Seeing that there were three characters, Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help blushing: "It's broad daylight, don't make trouble."

"Isn't that just during the day?"

Song Yu withdrew his hand, making a gesture to hit him.

He Xu smiled and said: "What am I doing? Doesn't this make you relax? If you frown like this again, wrinkles will grow."

Of course, Song Yu was just putting on a show, and as soon as He Xu finished speaking, he withdrew his hand in a kind manner, and blushed to find the clues they had left behind.

The clues are not cabbage, but the streets are full.

After wandering around for quite a while, they found nothing. The two of them prostituted themselves during the day and ate breakfast at lunch, but Xiong Yihui really got up early, his stomach was completely digested, and he was suffering from a dull pain at the moment.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Song Yu asked a question, but Xiong Yihui didn't hide it deliberately. After he said it, the three of them thought about it and went back to the hotel first.

He Xu was still driving, but this time Song Yu sat in the passenger seat.

He Xu glanced at Song Yu who was wearing a seat belt: "I have never sat in the passenger seat since I was a child."

"why?"

He Xu: "Because my dad said, this is my mom's exclusive seat."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, only to feel that he was thrown into a jar of honey, which was so sweet that his heart ached.He could feel that today He Xu's sweet talk and sweet talk, including the deliberate stalking, were all to make him happy.

He Xu knew that he was flustered and confused, but He Xu couldn't ask or persuade him, so he could only comfort him in different ways.

Thinking of this, Song Yu closed his eyes, and apart from the sweetness in his heart, there was a faint sense of satisfaction that rose to the limit.

To fall in love with He Xu, to be liked by He Xu, is the happiest thing in the world. If one day, something happens to him, he will die without regret.

He Xu didn't know the burning emotion in his heart. Seeing Song Yu's eyes closed, he thought he was sleepy, so he closed the window on purpose, and rolled up the old magazines to block the air leakage hole.

When he arrived at the hotel, Xiong Yihui was already sweating from a stomachache.

He Xu was there with his arms folded, looking at the show with cold eyes, but Song Yu was handsome and kind-hearted, poured hot water for him after busy work, reheated the leftover porridge, and served him to eat.

Xiong Yihui thanked him, and Song Yu walked up to He Xu and asked him, "Would you like some too? Breakfast is porridge, so I get hungry easily."

He Xu shook his head: "Not hungry."

He was holding Song Yu's small notebook in his hand. Song Yu looked over and saw that the note he was staring at was exactly what they wrote down after they came to Tongdao Village.

He Xu said: "Since we came to the God Realm, we have left behind all the notes we had compiled before, but this is wrong. It is impossible to send us here just because of the winter solstice. The winter solstice does not have such a great ability. "

Song Yu: "Do you think there are other conditions?"

"In such a big world, God Realm only shows Tongdao Village, which is enough to explain the problem."

Song Yu let out a "hmm", took He Xu's hand holding the notebook, and helped him warm up.

He Xu: "The reason why we came here is because we heard that the children of the Qin family were attacked maliciously by nature and fell into heavenly evil, but healed after eating the rice from Tongdao Village. The rice here contains the power of humans and gods, and Strong enough to fight nature."

Song Yu added: "Not only rice, but also water. Its old sea outlet is connected to the seaside park in Liming City."

He Xu asked Song Yu for a pen, and tapped on the blank space: "I don't need to tell you how special the seaside park is. The key now is why this village is so special."

Song Yu tilted his head to look at him: "Can't you remember?"

He Xu was taken aback: "What?"

After he was stunned, he realized that Song Yu's implication was: You have 46 billion years of memory, watching the world grow from nothing, why can't you remember what happened here?

He Xu lowered his head and sighed: "Do you know why I lost my memory?"

Song Yu shook his head.

He Xu poked him in the face: "Do you still remember the liar? It was he who took advantage of my weakness to force the real me into a deep sleep, and only threw me a mortal shell. His strength is comparable to mine, but I am the power of birth, he is the power of destruction, usually he is asleep, I am awake, but last time he forced me into a deep sleep, we both fell asleep, no one knows the world in these thousands of years How did it develop?"

Song Yu listened to what he said lightly, but when he thought of being able to drive such a powerful He Xu to sleep, he knew it was dangerous, and immediately hugged him nervously, his eyes were on him, as if looking for a wound.

He Xu smiled and patted his hand: "It's nothing, it's all over. We were trapped in the God Realm not long after we came this time, and we couldn't get out. Eighty-nine times out of ten it was done by liars. He let The God of Memory devoured your memory, and then manipulated Tongdao Village, making it clear that he wanted to trap us inside so that he could do evil outside. We have to get out quickly."

Song Yu nodded.

Seeing Xiong Yihui eat a bowl of hot porridge, his stomach started to heal, and he happened to listen to it, aiming at the moment when the sticky two parted, he said, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

He Xu raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look.

Xiong Yihui, I don't know if it's because he has been a magic stick for a long time, or because he has listened to Kunqu opera too much.

It was Song Yu who was more cooperative: "If you have any ideas, master, just say it."

Xiong Yihui: "I heard you talking about the rice and water in Tongdao Village before. I didn't mention bronze. This bronze is also very interesting."

Hearing what he said, the two thought of the tripod-like iron pot in Tongdao Village.

This is the only one that retains the shape of the tripod as an iron pot.

Xiong Yihui said: "I've said it before, but I'll go through it again. When I first came to Tongdao Village, the first thing I did was to go to its bronze museum. I found two strange things in it."

He clenched his fist with five fingers and stretched out a finger: "The first point is that the bronze wares unearthed in Tongdao Village are excellent in both quantity and quality, but there are no historical records, neither official nor unofficial history."

He Xu narrowed his eyes.

Xiong Yihui stretched out his second finger: "The second point is that the altar is too small and does not match the existing bronze vessels. There is a view in the academic circles that the real altar has not been found yet. I personally prefer this. "

As soon as the words fell, He Xu said, "I want to go to the Bronze Museum."

The words came suddenly, and the remaining two were stunned. They didn't expect that He Xu was not just talking. At that moment, he swiped the utility knife in his palm, and the golden wave flashed before his eyes. In the next second, he arrived at the Bronze Museum.

Xiong Yihui stared at him dumbfounded: "Boss, you can teleport!"

He Xu responded perfunctorily: "Well, but I'm not used to it yet."

While talking, while walking towards the entrance, Song Yu frowned and wanted to say something, but He Xu pressed his index finger to his lips: "Shh, don't talk yet."

Song Yu had no choice but to hold back his full stomach, and accompanied He Xu to the museum.

He Xu walked quickly, his eyes flicked over the exquisite bronze ware, obviously with a strong purpose.

Both of them are tall, long-legged, and walk like flying, but Xiong Yihui, a fat man, was tired enough. He followed behind blindfolded for a while, and felt that his stomach, which was just better, was aching again, so he couldn't help saying: "Mr. He, To be frank, my old arms and legs are no match for you young people."

The museum is not big, and the two had already reached the exit. He Xu stopped suddenly and said, "I'm testing a conjecture."

"what?"

He Xu answered irrelevantly, and turned to look at Song Yu: "Ah Yu, do you still remember when the chef said that this kind of iron pan first existed?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment: "Qin Shihuang—" Before he finished speaking, his face changed suddenly, "The time when the old seaport was submerged was in 205 BC, also during the Qin Dynasty."

At this point, Xiong Yihui also reacted: "The altar was set up by Qin Shihuang? What did he set up to commemorate?"

He Xu said: "The three things that Qin Shihuang has passed down most widely, apart from unifying the six kingdoms, burning books and burying Confucianism, are to seek immortality."

The emperors prayed for rain, wind, and sins, and they all went to the altar to pray for immortality, but there is no record of going to the altar, which really doesn't make sense.

No, or think about it from another angle, life and death have destiny, and wanting to live forever is going against the sky. Since it is against the sky, you can't tell the sky with great fanfare, right?You have to be sneaky and make a sacrifice.

You can't sacrifice to heaven, so you can only sacrifice to people.

This is an outrageous thing now, not to mention thousands of years ago, even the first emperor dared not let people know about it, so the sacrificial utensils are exquisite and numerous, but there is no record.

He Xu stared into Xiong Yihui's eyes and asked one last question: "Master, what do you think of the Feng Shui in the granary?"

Xiong Yihui said in a hoarse voice: "...there is 'zhao' in the front and 'reliance' in the back, and the clear water rushes down to the east. As an altar, it couldn't be better."