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    The two woke up in a flash of blue on the horizon.

    Dongfang Wenyin was about to put on his own clothes. When he saw Qi Xiaoyu staring at him, he blushed and said, "Turn around."

    Qi Xiaoyu said with a cheerful smile: "We are all our own family, why bother seeing outsiders."

    Unexpectedly, Dongfang heard the news and spat, laughing and scolding: "You get a small advantage and act like a good boy. If you treat me badly in the future, I will definitely make you regret it!"

    Qi Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I understand."

    Qi Xiaoyu used this ray of light to look at the bottom of the cliff.  The bottom of this cliff is very smooth thanks to the work of heaven and earth.  Qi Xiaoyu asked Dongfang Wenyin, "Do you know where this is?"

    Dongfang Wenyin shook his head and said, "You carried me here for half the night yesterday. I don't know. It's probably somewhere between Jiangning and southern Fujian."

    Qi Xiaoyu nodded. The cliff is a hundred meters high. If you climb up it, if you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces.  Now the battle clothes were broken and turned into a pile of scrap metal. If they had lit a fire to ask for help, they would have been choked to death by the smoke before the smoke reached the top of the cliff.  So if you want to get back to the top, you have to find another way.

    After Dongfang heard the news and stood up, he exerted all his strength, and was surprised to find that all his cultivation had turned into nothing. He was secretly shocked, and remembered that the master of the wedding dress magic skill he practiced said that he should never get close to a man, and he felt suddenly.  There are nine levels of the Wedding Clothes Magic Skill, and she has already reached the eighth level, but she doesn't want to actually make wedding clothes for others overnight.  The depression in my heart can be imagined.

    Qi Xiaoyu said with a smile: "I don't know why when I woke up this night, I just felt refreshed and my skills seemed to have improved a bit."

    Dongfang Wenyin glanced sideways at him. He had already entered the realm of a master.  Plus his own eight-layer wedding dress skill.  Wait if he now possesses the power of two masters.  How can it be described as improvement in skill?  But thinking about it, he thought he didn't understand martial arts, so he said this.  Forget it, no matter what uprising or great cause, it is better to be by his side and just be a little woman with peace of mind.  From now on, if he has to protect me, what does it matter whether I have the time or not?

    At this moment, Qi Xiaoyu said "Hey".

    "What's wrong?" Dongfang Wenyin walked to Qi Xiaoyu and asked him.

    "I thought it was natural that this place was so flat. But it seems that someone has been here before, and it was man-made." Qi Xiaoyu walked deeper into the bottom of the cliff. The further he walked in, the more he discovered that people had lived there.  trace.

    Since someone has lived here, it means there must be a way out.

    When we walked to the innermost part, we saw a temple tens of meters high built against the mountain.

    Both of them were stunned by the sight in front of them.  I don¡¯t know when this temple was built. The gate has been severely eroded by weathering, but you can still see how majestic it was back then.

    "Let's go in and take a look." Qi Xiaoyu graduated from the history department in his past life and has done some research on history.  Seeing such a majestic building but having never heard of it, I immediately became curious.  He said to Dongfang Wenyin: "Let's go in and take a look."

    Dongfang Henyin hesitated a little and said, "How about we'd better not go, I'm afraid." There was something in this temple that made her heart palpitate, and she felt a dangerous aura.

    Qi Xiaoyu patted her shoulder and said: "How about you wait for me here, I will go in and take a look and come out. Maybe there is a way out." Qi Xiaoyu relied on his own strength and felt that there was no big problem.  , and something was calling him faintly, so he said.

    "Then I'd better go with you." Dongfang Wenyin didn't want Qi Xiaoyu to abandon her, so she followed Qi Xiaoyu closely like a little daughter-in-law.

    The two of them walked into the temple together, and Qi Xiaoyu carefully identified when the temple was built.  He graduated from the history department, not the archeology department, but the foundation of archeology is history, so from the architectural style, Qi Xiaoyu can probably tell when this temple was built.  But Qi Xiaoyu walked around the temple hall, his expression was solemn.

    "What's wrong?" Dongfang Wenyin asked, seeing Qi Xiaoyu's solemn expression.

    "This temple does not seem to have been built by our Chinese civilization, which is strange" The Chinese people have been born here, lived here, and lived here for generations, so tracing back to the origin, you can often find some clues.  But this temple seemed to have been built out of thin air and then abandoned. There was no basis for dating Qi Xiaoyu.

    "In the five thousand years of history of the Han people, has there not been a civilization in history that built this temple?" Dongfang Wenyin asked.

    "This land of Jiangning and southern Fujian should have been the land of Wu and Yue in ancient times, but the style of Wu and Yue culture emphasizes roughness with some elegance. But look at the majestic shape of this temple, it doesn't look like it at all" Qi  Xiaoyu is depressedroad.  Wuyue culture can be traced back thousands of years. If it was not built by the Wuyue people, looking back, the time will not match up, so going forward

    Five thousand years ago Qi Xiaoyu was shocked by his own inference.  Five thousand years ago, when the Chinese nation was born, could this temple have been built at that time?  So who actually built this place?  And then suddenly abandoned it, so that future generations have never even heard of the existence of this temple?

    Since the date could not be determined, Qi Xiaoyu began to search in the hall.

    "What are you looking for?" Dongfang Wenyin asked curiously.

    "Murals." Qi Xiaoyu felt that since this place looked like a temple, there must be murals describing history, and maybe some clues could be seen from the murals.

    Dongfang Wenyin and Qi Xiaoyu searched for it together, and then shouted: "Come and see here!"

    Qi Xiaoyu walked along where she was and found that there was indeed a faded mural where Dongfang Wenyin was, with a group of people kneeling and worshiping for something.

    Carefully wiping away the dust on it, the true appearance of the mural was revealed in front of the two of them.

    A huge giant stood in the center of the crowd, accepting the crowd's obeisance. Then he pointed to the sky and the ground, as if he was telling them something.

    "This is a bit too exaggerated. How can one person be so much taller than others?" Dongfang Wenyin stuck out his tongue cutely.

    "Yes, it is probably an exaggeration to show that this person is different and enlighten them. Maybe this is their king. Just like the Shennong family." Qi Xiaoyu nodded in agreement with Dongfang Wenyin  the words said.  After all, in many cultures at home and abroad, both ancient and modern.  The supreme status of some emperors, generals and ministers will always be highlighted.  They often undergo some artistic processing.

    Then the two of them followed the location of the mural.  I found several more similar murals, but this time there were more tall people in the murals.  Qi Xiaoyu counted and found that there were about ** positions.  Some are teaching people to farm, some are teaching people to hunt wild animals, and then both are worshiped in the middle.

    "It is impossible for ** kings (leaders) to exist at the same time, but highlighting them like this means that their status is the same" Qi Xiaoyu said.  But this also puzzled Qi Xiaoyu, the clan leader was the only one.  With so many people, are they a patriarchal society or a matrilineal society?  What does the power structure look like?  Or are they all heroes of this clan?

    ? Then looking down, a woman appeared, began to teach people how to tame beasts, and then accepted the worship of those heroes and people.

    When Qi Xiaoyu saw this, he suddenly realized: "This is a goddess temple the person worshiped is the woman in the middle."

    "To worship the goddess? A woman leads them?" Dongfang Wenyin asked in surprise.  Thousands of years ago, was it actually a woman leading a group of men?

    "Of course, in the earliest times, it was women who were the masters of the family. Women were at the top of the power! Queens were not uncommon at that time. Women were the gods of the family." Qi Xiaoyu said with a smile.

    "But why is it a patriarchal society now?" Dongfang Wenyin pouted and said.

    ¡°Because in later production labor, men¡¯s gender advantages gradually became apparent, so the right to speak shifted from women to men.¡± Qi Xiaoyu explained.  After looking at the temple hall, some questions were solved, but the bigger doubt still exists, that is, when did people build this? If it was a matriarchal society, the time can be traced back to thousands of years ago.  But were humans really capable of building such a magnificent temple thousands of years ago?

    "Let's take a closer look." Qi Xiaoyu said.  His curiosity was now completely aroused, and the history department's evidence-based habit emerged again.

    "Well, let's go see the queen." Dongfang Wenyin said with a smile.  Upon hearing that this temple was dedicated to a goddess, the uneasiness in Dongfang Wenyin's heart was suppressed, and he seemed to feel a sense of intimacy.

    Behind the hall is the living room for everyone in the temple. The most common things here are some earthenware basins and wooden spoons.  Although it has been weathered, the material can still be vaguely discerned.

    "There are no iron or bronze wares." Qi Xiaoyu took a closer look and found that there were no such two wares, so he felt at ease. Otherwise, there would be a large number of bronze or iron wares in the buildings of a matriarchal society. What he had learned  All historical knowledge will be overturned.

    Going further back is where the classics are stored.  Qi Xiaoyu opened a stone slab stored on the wall, which was a classic book on carved calligraphy, and started reading.

    "Do you know these characters?" The characters on the stone slab are like tadpoles. They are not obscure and difficult to understand, but simply do not recognize them. They are some kind of strange characters.  EastFang Wenyin asked.

    "Chinese writing has been passed down, and we are the only nation on the planet that has not lost its historical heritage." Qi Xiaoyu said with some pride.  This is also a common problem in studying history.  Because except for the Han Dynasty, other ancient civilizations only used the name of civilization. As long as the people of the Han Dynasty had gone to school, it would not be a problem to read one or two ancient texts.  As for other ancient civilizations?  Sorry, they were occupied and assimilated by foreign races, and they have long forgotten the most splendid culture in their history.  Therefore, the Han people are naturally proud, because no matter how time passes, the ancestors let future generations see what happened in China's history through inheritance.  These advantages are not possessed by other ancient civilizations.

    But after reading it for a while, Qi Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed.

    "Do you understand?"

    "I don't know a single word" He was so confident just now, but when he turned around, Qi Xiaoyu found that he didn't know a single word. This was so embarrassing.

    "Haha." Dongfang Wenyin thought Qi Xiaoyu was so cute.

    "Obviously the oldest writing discovered by the Han Dynasty so far is oracle bone inscriptions, but the characters on it are not oracle bone inscriptions." Qi Xiaoyu said.

    "Not Oracle?" Dongfang Wenyin had heard of Oracle, but there was a type of writing that was not Oracle, which surprised Dongfang Wenyin.

    "Nothis is Tadpole Literature." Qi Xiaoyu was depressed. He didn't expect to see the ancient legendary "Book of Heaven" here.

    "You said this is the 'Book of Heaven'?" Dongfang Wenyin said in surprise.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

    ps: The performance of this book is very poor for the same period. I only earn one pack of cigarettes every month, and at most, half a cigarette (Editor: Who told you not to update on time!) But what about eunuchs?  I really never thought that this was my first signed book.  I remember when I put it on the shelves, I said that as long as there is still one person spending money, we will not be a eunuch.  For me, money is not particularly important. It really doesn¡¯t matter how much I earn from writing books, because the money I earn from my work every month is almost enough for me to spend.  My dream is to write a good story.  Maybe the plot is not so twisty, not as fast as so many great writers write it, and is even a bit cliche But persisting in your dreams is more important than anything else. Good stories really take time to accumulate.  Cross Slash said that he had been waiting for ten years for a book he read. I don¡¯t know if you can wait ten years, but I think my story should not be as long as ten years. After all, I am already thinking about other stories I am now  I just feel that the writing speed is a bit slow. After writing for more than a year, I still only have over 600,000 words. My story will probably need one to two million words when it is finished, so I still have two years to finish it, right?  This book may not be updated much every month, but I write from my heart. Because I like words, I turn the words into stories.  And you who support me, who are willing to pay to watch me talk to myself here alone, are the witnesses of my dream, thank you all.  )
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