Zhao Yunfei pondered the content of this poem, the things described in the content seem to be related to the legend of the village, I heard Li Lanfang's father tell that in ancient times, there was a dragon in the mountains, stayed in the village, and left a spring, so the name of the village is called Donglongquan Village, the things described in this poem are very consistent with the legend, but looking at the meaning of the poem, the dragon should have left a lot of things.

"Is the hero who slew the monster dragon his ancestor?" As soon as this thought appeared in his heart, Zhao Yunfei couldn't help but feel waves in his heart.

"Descendant of the dragon, oh, by the way, the words engraved on that treasure knife are the last four sentences of this long poem, could it be that the treasure knife is the treasure knife of this hero to slay demons and dragons?"

"The belt is the scabbard, and these words are in the belt, and this belt is the ancestral heirloom of his own family, is it ...... Could it be that this hero is the ancestor of the Zhao family? Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei's head was confused for a moment, and then he shook his head again, thinking, "How is this possible?" How can this be true? Dragons, just mythical animals! ”

Zhao Yunfei read this long poem carefully again, the content is not difficult to understand, but the things described are too unbelievable.

The first line of this poem, "The Flood of the Universe", what period was it? Could it be the period when Pangu opened the world? Pangu has no scientific basis for myths and legends, and besides, at that time, human beings had not yet appeared or had just appeared, how could there be writing? Zhao Yunfei had read legends and stories in this area before, and knew that the Chinese script was created by the figure Cangjie 5,000 years ago, who was the historian of the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of China. From this point of view, when Cangjie created characters, there were legends of agricultural cultivation and ghosts and gods, so the period of "cosmic famine" should be much earlier than the period of writing......

If the timing is not right, the authenticity of this long poem will be questioned.

Zhao Yunfei shook his head helplessly and continued to look back.

"The stars are like cattle and sheep - does the word 'star' refer to the stars in the sky? Could it be that in the eyes of this ancestor, the stars in the sky, including the earth, were like cattle and sheep grazing? Zhao Yunfei shook his head, feeling that this sentence seemed to have some feudal superstition, and he was very disgusted with feudal superstition, and the bloody historical lessons were there, so he didn't believe in anything except science.

"Hold my long knife and guard my pasture." If the pasture mentioned by this ancestor refers to the pasture where cattle and sheep are grazing on the grassland, this sentence is not difficult to understand.

"Long knives?"

Zhao Yunfei stood up, carried a stool to the large wardrobe, stepped on the stool, and took the knife off the top of the cabinet.

The golden blade of the knife catches people's eyes, and the line of words engraved on the side of the blade - mind the world, hold sincerity and truth, sacrifice life for righteousness, the descendant of the dragon, is the same as the last four sentences of the long poem.

"Is this really the sword used by the hero who slayed the demon and the dragon?"

Zhao Yunfei swept the rather heavy knife with his hand, feeling very confused, if everything described in the poem is false, then this strange long knife that does not know the material, will glow, and will heat is really in his hand.

If it's true......

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yunfei shook his head vigorously.

It's no wonder that Zhao Yunfei is confused, in fact, this is beyond the scope of knowledge and common sense he has mastered.

Zhao Yunfei settled down and continued to look down.

"East of the Ying Sea, the ink dragon soars." Where is Yinghai, Zhao Yunfei doesn't know, guessing that it may refer to the sea in the east, the ink dragon Feiteng, it should be the dragon that has been said in the village.

"Swing my long knife and slay the demon and dragon." This sentence is also easy to understand, the ancestors are going to kill this demon dragon that harms the township.

"The dragon is covered with armor scales, and the sword is difficult to invade. Go straight into the dragon's mouth and stab it in the heart. The meaning of the first two sentences is that the scale armor of this dragon is very hard, and even the treasure knife cannot be cut through, and the meaning of the last two sentences seems to be that the ancestors entered the dragon's mouth and stabbed the heart of the demon dragon in the dragon's mouth, this courage is really admirable, Zhao Yunfei suddenly remembered today's "bullfighting incident", for such a dangerous thing, he didn't seem to have a trace of hesitation and rushed forward, could it be that his courage was inherited from his ancestors?

"Superstition, superstition!" Zhao Yunfei took a deep breath, feeling as if he had been brainwashed by this long poem.

Zhao Yunfei pinched his forehead with his fingers and continued to read.

"The ink dragon is wounded, and the scales are flying. Look for its traces, and the dragon will die. These words are not difficult to understand, it is nothing more than that the dragon was injured, the scales fell off, and the injured demon dragon should have escaped, and was later found, at this time the demon dragon was dying.

"Molong has meat, and I eat it myself. Legacy descendants, uphold my aspirations. - "Ate dragon meat?" Zhao Yunfei said in his heart that although he didn't believe that the poem was true at first, but unconsciously, his views changed a little, believing for a moment and denying for a moment, which made him very contradictory.

"Leave behind your children and grandchildren, uphold my aspirations." - "This ancestor ate dragon meat and passed on his strength to future generations?" Zhao Yunfei suddenly thought of something - his strength is much greater than that of children of the same age, when it comes to fighting, they have never been his opponents, his father was also famous for his strength in the village when he was alive, others can only carry one bag of cement, he can carry two bags effortlessly, if he doesn't have so much strength, how can he protect him and Xiaoji when the roof collapses.

"It turns out that great strength is inherited from the ancestors, but even if the strength is great, Dad still ......" Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei's heart was gloomy.

"The ink dragon is drowning, and its color is golden. My children and grandchildren are bathed like soup. "This sentence is a little puzzling, Mo Long is drowning, could it be that this demon dragon is urinating? Did it pull or pee? Or is it golden? My descendants, bathing like soup, are you letting you bathe in the things that the demon dragon pees? Why do you want to bathe in all that dirty stuff? What does that do? Is this superstition?

A series of questions made him more and more dizzy, and the poems behind him were even more incomprehensible, Zhao Yunfei thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a reason, so he simply threw the paper on the table, stunned and in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly remembered that such a long belt had only explored a short section, and he didn't know if there were still words in it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei immediately stood up and went to make a face, and after making a good match, he made some changes to the pencil case cover he used last time, and used a nail to nail a hole at one end of the pencil case cover, and put on an iron wire, so that he could push the pencil case cover in and out of the belt.

Everything is ready, like last time, Zhao Yunfei filled the dough mud into the pencil case cover, pushed it into the belt, the last time the handwriting was printed no longer printed, out of reach, push in with the wire, estimate the approximate depth, after entering the position, gently press with your hand on the outside of the belt, pull the pencil case cover out, see that there is no handwriting, continue to explore deeply.

In this kind of exploration, there is no trace of words printed on the bottom of the belt.

Zhao Yunfei thought about it, sorted out the mud inside the pencil case lid, turned it over, and explored the other side of the belt.

It is still based on the length of the pencil case lid as the standard, and the probing is still not printed one by one, and the last section of Zhao Yunfei does not have much hope, however, unexpectedly, this last section is printed with words.