Tang Bo glanced at the three experts who were excited, and then gestured to He Zhiwen and Mu Sanli next to him, and walked over.

"Professor Liang, Professor Li, Professor Huang, this relief shows the prosperity of the ancient city in the past. It can be regarded as the Qingming Riverside Map of the Naxi Nationality!" Tang Bo walked up to the three old professors who were holding reading glasses and obsessively embossed, and said softly.

"Completely different from the Han relief...... It's really shocking!" Professor Liang bent his body slightly, carefully examining the corners and corners of the relief in front of him.

"Actually, the real surprise at this entrance is the foot of your entry!" Tang Bo mysteriously hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a chuckle.

"Our feet?" Professor Liang and the others were suddenly stunned, and hurriedly ran back to the entrance of the city gate just now, looking at the stone slab on the ground.

"What is this?" Liang Rufei looked at the totem hexagram on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said with a little confusion.

"This one is called Dongba Bagtu. It's the stuff of their priests in Dongba. And the totem shows the frog god of their Naxi tribe. However, how exactly they used this thing for divination, priests. I don't know. I have to ask Da Dongba ...... this," Tang Bo shrugged his shoulders and explained to Professor Liang next to him.

"Frog God?" Professor Liang pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the whole person leaned down regardless of the image, carefully observing the Bagetu in front of him.

"Xiaobo, this is ......" After the big Dongba next to him instructed the Dongba next to him to finish his work, he walked over, looked at the few pedants lying on the ground and studied the Bagetu on the ground, frowned, and said a little puzzled.

"Hahaha. Dadongba ...... Leave them alone, a bunch of old pedants, such a character. When they don't understand, they will naturally come and ask you questions. Tang Bo laughed, his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the big Dongba next to him and smiled.

"But ......" He Zhiwen hesitated a little, and stopped talking.

Tang Bo didn't have to think about it to know what Da Dongba was hesitating, and stared at He Zhiwen in front of him seriously, "Da Dongba." In this society now, if you still hide your secrets. The Dongba culture is really going to be lost. If I'm not mistaken. Your children don't want to inherit the Dongba culture!"

Da Dongba was stunned for a moment, glanced at Tang Silk in front of him, and was interrupted by Tang Silk in front of him again before he could say anything.

"Dadongba, in fact, there is a good saying. Cultural inheritance is both national and global. If the Dongba culture is lost in your hands, you still have the face to go down to see your ancestors? In other words, if this culture is passed down, it will also benefit the people! After all, no one wants to look at an ancient city without culture. It's going to look hollow!"

"Comrade Xiaobo's insights are very profound! What you said is very good!" Professor Liang next to him had already gotten up at some point, looked at Tang Bo next to him and nodded his head with a little satisfaction, and said with a chuckle.

"Hehe!" Tang Bo scratched his head a little embarrassed as he listened to Professor Liang's praise.

Professor Liang pushed the reading glasses on his eye sockets and said to the big Dongba in front of him, "Big Dongba." Don't mind if I call you and my brother!"

Da Dongba nodded his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"Brother He, what Comrade Xiaobo said just now is not wrong, although we are not Naxi. However, we can pass on the Dongba culture and can also be regarded as half of the Naxi people. There are Caucasians, blacks, and yellows in this world, and there are obvious differences. But why are there so many nationalities? That is, a group of people have a sense of cultural identity, which is why they have become one nation after another. "Liang Rufei is worthy of being a professor, and his speech is still profound.

Da Dongba in front of him groaned for a moment and glanced at the two people in front of him. He raised his eyelids slightly, "Actually, I quite agree with what you said. However, if I really want to do it, I still have to get the approval of another person!"

"Another person's approval!" Tang Bo was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, looked at He Zhiwen in front of him, and said in surprise.

"Da Dongba, with your status as a Naxi tribe. Do you need to ask anyone for permission?"

He Zhiwen shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and said softly: "In the Naxi clan in Lijiang, it has always been the two people in charge. One me and the other him, he went out before, and everything was left to me for the time being. And today he's back home!"

"Going home?" Tang Bo was startled, the thought in his mind flashed, and then as if he thought of something, his eyes widened, looked at the big Dongba next to him, and said suspiciously: "Da Dongba, is it ......?"

Tang Bo suddenly remembered that in his previous life, the Naxi people in Lijiang did not have a big Dongba, and the person who talked about it in Lijiang.

"That's right, the direct descendant of the Mu Mansion. Mu Guang!" Da Dongba nodded his head and said softly.

This family, which managed the ancient town of Lijiang in the Yuan Dynasty, showed his grandeur for the first time.

Tang Bo didn't know whether the owner of the Mufu who had suddenly returned was friendly or malicious to him. He frowned sadly, not knowing what mood he was in right now.

Da Dongba next to him obviously knew what Tang Bo was worried about, stretched out his hand, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with a chuckle: "Xiao Bo, don't worry. Master Mu, others are very good. Moreover, he wants to develop Lijiang more than anyone in Lijiang. So, he won't ......"

Da Dongba didn't continue, Tang Bo also knew what he was going to say next, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and chuckled: "I know Da Dongba." It's okay......"

"What are you talking about?" Professor Liang, who didn't know anything about the history of Lijiang and the history of the Naxi people, looked at the two people playing dumb riddles in front of him and said suspiciously.

"It's nothing, Professor Liang, you see it's getting dark! You don't want to study, let's take you to the clan's house first. Tonight, get some rest. I'll look into it tomorrow. You have planes, trains, and carriages all day today. Should be particularly tiring. Tang Bo glanced at the sun slanting slightly westward in the sky, and said softly.

"Yes. Teacher, we still have a lot of time anyway, and we can study slowly. It's not good to be tired and tired. Wei Ruo next to him listened to Tang Bo's words, and gently admonished Liang Rufei's ear.

"Moreover, my wife has given me a death order. Ask me to take care of you. If you're really tired. I'm not a good deal!"

Liang Rufei, who originally didn't care, heard Wei Ruo's wife, but he didn't know if it was because he was afraid of his wife or loved his wife. Then he got up and patted the dust on his body, and said a little annoyed: "Okay, okay." I know. ”