The sentence "Ancestors know better than you" choked Feng Tang, a big professor.

When he saw clearly, it was actually the end of the team who spoke, and the beautiful and white female student just now was even more fried.

He crossed his old waist and was unconvinced: "The history and legend of Fuxi Nuwa have been inherited for thousands of years, and it can't be made out of nothing, right?" If it is a false rumor, why has no one corrected it? ”

Xi Zuer cupped her chin and thought for a while: "Hmm." If, after 10,000 years, someone says that you are deaf and blind or a dead cripple with a lack of functioning, will you be able to jump out of the grave and correct it? ”

God's special parable!

Feng Tang was blowing his mustache, and it was difficult to refute it for a while.

"But, but Fuxi Nuwa has gone from brother and sister to husband and wife, and the history books of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors are all recorded like this!"

"You and your wife have a room, things and discord, what do you do when you turn off the lights at night, is your next-door neighbor's record credible?"

The analogy is even more absolute.

Feng Tang's mustache is about to be blown bald!

He puffed out his mouth and pointed to the mural: "This precious record left 10,000 years ago must not be painted and forged by neighbors or descendants!" I've worked with geologists and the fresco is at least 10,000 years old or more! ”

Xi Zu's eyes were slightly raised, and there was a touch of contempt in his laziness: "The mural is real." Your comprehension is stupid. It was said that this was a fight between the gods, not a mating. Didn't you see Nuwa scratching his face? ”

Feng Tang: "......" didn't see it!

Everyone: Which one is the "......"? Which one is Nuwa stretching out her claws and scratching Fuxi, Nuwa Niangniang is so cute?

Finally, on the magnificent mural, everyone found the "fight" scene that Xi Zuer said, which was suspected to be Nuwa scratching Fuxi.

Not to mention, looking at it from this angle, it seems to be ...... It's really a fight and not XX.

"Wow, Zu'er is really literate!"

Seeing that everyone is biased towards Xi Zuer's point of view-

"Wait! …… In the imperial proverb, the fight of immortals is not the meaning of husband and wife. Feng Tang muttered stiffly,

"Besides, if Nuwa Niangniang doesn't want to marry Fuxi, why do you need to carve so many paintings of him in her own tomb? This is clearly thinking day and night, and even bringing love to the grave to sleep! ”

Feng Tang has studied Fuxi Nuwa for forty years, and he is still a little emotional.

The students suddenly felt that what Professor Feng said seemed to be very reasonable!

Xi Zuer narrowed her eyes.

This little old man has a tendon, and he doesn't admit defeat.

She glanced at the entire burial chamber, and the frescoes did cover all the walls, so to speak, as far as the eye could see.

My brother's hobby is really perverted and perverted.

When she was a guest back then, he didn't dare to hang such a painting in front of her.

A touch of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, and her red lips curled slightly: "This is not the tomb of Nuwa at all." The mural was not carved by Nuwa either! ”

When the sound fell, everyone was shocked!

Feng Tang stammered: "No, it's not Nuwa's tomb?" So, what kind of place is that?! ”

Xi Zuer spat out a few words on his lips: "Fuxi Palace." ”

the groove.

This view simply overturns all the conclusions of archaeologists.

The classmates were a little dumbfounded: Zu'er, do you know how shocking your words are?

Feng Tang was even more of the only remaining mustache that was about to blow crookedly: "This classmate, you have a problem with your view of history, and I am afraid that you will get zero points for taking the college entrance examination history like this." I'm going to make up for you individually, come here, I'll talk to you......"

The old pedant with a tendon was about to pull Xi Zuer to explain clearly.

Behold.

A gloomy male voice interjected: "Slow! ”

Feng Tang raised his head in amazement, and looked at the murderous eyes of Shangbo Gucheng, a spirit: "Security ......"

Bo Gucheng was not angry because of this title, but stared coldly at Feng Tang to pull Xi Zuer's hand: "Take your pig's hand away." ”

"I, I'm just lecturing to students......"

"You're getting in the way of her safety!"

Bo Gucheng snorted coldly, and directly took Xi Zuer's little hand and walked to the next explanation point.

He hasn't kissed enough, how can he let this little old man delay their "homework"!