"That's a really hard question to answer." The Great Mentor said, "Even though I have been racking my brains for a long time. In the end, I came up with the same answer as you. A woman who has been looking for a man all her life. ”

"I see."

"Okay, you've answered all three questions well." The Great Mentor walked over and slowly sat down at the table, "Now it's my turn to answer your questions. ”

"Yes, yes." Anxin also hurriedly sat down at the other end of the table.

"You want to know where the seven-colored flowers are?" The Great Mentor asked.

"Yes, yes."

"It's a pity that there are no more seven-colored flowers in this world!"

"What?" Anxin stood up suddenly.

Could it be that this old boy is playing with himself?

The last sentence that goes around and around, this thing doesn't exist anymore, and you want to send yourself away?

"Don't worry, sit down and listen to me slowly."

"Hmm." Anxin sat down again with apprehension.

"It all started 11,000 years ago." The words of the great teacher are astonishing.

"Like you said, at the end of the sea is the continent." The Great Mentor pointed back with his thumb, "At the end of this azure sea there used to be a vast continent. It's densely populated, vibrant, and highly civilized, and the seven-colored flowers you're looking for bloom everywhere on that continent. ”

"What?"

"That continent is just beyond the Strait of Gibraltar, farther than the Pillars of Hercules."

"Why does this sound so familiar?" Anxin muttered quietly.

"That continent, both technology and civilization have reached the extreme. Compared to us, it's literally the place where the gods live! ”

"Wait." The more Anxin listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he stopped the great teacher who was gradually fascinated.

"How?"

"Outside, isn't it the Mediterranean outside?" Anxin asked.

"The Mediterranean? Well, it does have that name, but there's a lot more to this sea. For example, the Turks called it the White Sea, the Germanic people called it the Central Sea, the Jews called it the Great Sea, and we Greeks called it our Sea. ”

"Then is the continent you're talking about called Atlantis?" Anxin asked urgently.

"That's right, that's exactly what the legendary world founded by the god of the sea is called." The great teacher couldn't help but admire, "You, you even know this? It's incredible! ”

"What's so incredible about that? Isn't this what is in Plato's dialogues? Anxin said loudly, and he remembered it all.

"Plato, Plato? Who's that? The Great Mentor looked confused, "What is the dialogue?" ”

"Wait, you don't know Plato? Don't know the transcript? An Xin hurriedly asked.

"Hmph, there's nothing in this world that I don't know." The Great Guru confidently said, "Unless that thing is made up, it doesn't exist at all!" ”

"Doesn't exist?" An Xin thought for a moment and said, "Wait, how did you know about Atlantis if it wasn't for the conversation?" ”

"I heard from a monk." The Great Mentor said with a serious expression, "When I was young, I crossed this great sea and traveled all over Egypt. There, I met a monk and these incredible things were told to me. ”

Odd? An An frowned. Up to this point, the great teacher has spoken as recorded in the dialogues, but the great teacher does not know about the existence of Plato?

Wait a minute? Transcripts? What does the transcript say?

There used to be a saying of seven sages in ancient Greece, the wisest of which was named Solon. Solon, the great lawgiver of ancient Athens, visited Egypt as a young man and heard a story about Atlantis from a priest in the city of Saez, and told his friends about it when he returned home. So, the friend passed the story down from generation to generation, all the way to Collisias. And this Coricias happened to be a good friend of Plato, and it was he who told Plato about it, which led to the content of the later dialogues.

So, the guy with a full face and beard in front of him is the "initiator" of this matter?

"The ......," Anxin said embarrassedly.

"Huh?"

"What's your last name?"

"What?" The Great Mentor's beard trembled, "You ask such a stupid question? I haven't told you all too many times! ”

"I, I don't have a good memory."

"Hmph, you just don't have a brain!" The Great Mentor said with indignation.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun is turning west, and the endless sea water is constantly changing color.

"Okay, I'll tell you again." The Great Guru finally relented because he wanted to smoke again.

"Okay." Peace of mind answered immediately.

"Light a cigarette." The Great Mentor handed out the refilled pipe.

With the crisp sound of the fire sickle striking the flint, the pipe was re-ignited.

"I am the master of the Hall of Wisdom," the Great Mentor said softly, taking a beautiful sip, "Solon. ”

Solon, this time I heard it clearly.

No wonder the old guy didn't know the dialogues or Plato. Because whether it is Socrates, Plato or Aristotle, these so-called ancient Greek saints are just disciples of this old man. The silver-haired, unkempt, unkempt, pot-bellied guy in front of him was Solon himself, who had traveled to Egypt and brought back stories about Atlantis!

"Fortunately." Anxin muttered.

It was a real privilege to meet such a legendary figure.

"Hmph." Solon nodded triumphantly, satisfied with his reassuring attitude.

"You just said that the island of Atlantis is full of seven-colored flowers?" Anxin asked.

"Yes." The pipe seemed to be out of order, and Solon stumbled casually and said, "There is no cold or heat on Atlantis. There are birds singing and flowers fragrant, the four seasons are like spring, beautiful seven-colored flowers are all over the mountains, and the people there live happily like gods. The legendary Shambhala, the legendary Garden of Eden, the legendary Elysium, the legendary Elixica, in short, all the wonderful worlds that mankind imagines refer to there. ”

"I see." Peace of mind and thoughtfulness.

"But it's a ......pity, it's a pity," said Solon, slamming his pipe hard, and this time the flame was cleared.

"Atlantis is still gone." Anxin said, "It's said to have sunk to the bottom of the sea, right?" ”

"Nonsense!"

"What?" Solon's words stirred up Anxin's spirits, and he sat up straight and said, "Didn't Atlantis sink?" ”

"Of course not." Solon glanced at Assurance, "Who told you that Atlantis sank?" ”

"This, isn't it all written in this book?"

"Books?" Solon glanced at the mountains of books piled up on the long table and said, "I have read nine out of ten books in the world, and none of them are about Atlantis. It was a lost world, and no one but me knew about it. ”

"Huh?" Anxin's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized a serious problem!

The earliest human accounts of Atlantis date back to the time of Plato, from that legendary dialogue. From then on, all accounts were the same, the source was Solon heard from the sacrifices of Egypt, and the end of Atlantis was destruction. But what if later generations fail to account for this story?

For example, distorting Solon's meaning in word of mouth and distorting Atlantis as it is? Have people not been misled for thousands of years?

There's a good chance it will happen, right?

It's like a game of storytelling, when only four or five people are told, it's very different from the story told by the first person, let alone a myth that has been passed down for thousands of years!

Anxin suddenly found that his palms were already full of sweat.

"You look nervous." Solon said as he swallowed the clouds.

Anxin looked at the man in front of him again.

With a scruffy beard, silver hair, and a big belly, he is draped in a very old robe, which gives people a sloppy and unkempt feeling. But at this moment, the image of this man is infinitely taller in Anxin's heart.

Because, this man is probably the only one who knows the thousand-year-old truth about Atlantis!

"You say Atlantis didn't sink to the bottom of the sea?"

"Yes."

"And how did Atlantis end up?" Anxin asked urgently, he was about to lose control of his pounding heart.

"Perdition?" Solon took a deep breath of his cigarette and then puffed out a large, round smoke ring, "Who told you that Atlantis is dead?" ”

"What?" Anxin couldn't describe his mood at the moment, his eyes were big and round like smoke rings.

"How could Atlantis perish?" Solon finished his second bag of cigarettes and pulled out a worn-out notebook from his desk.

"Your nonsense reminds me," said Solon, "that I should write down my knowledge of Atlantis myself, lest some people take it upon themselves to say that the wind and the rain will follow." ”

"Wait, wait." Anxin stretched out a hand weakly.

"What's wrong again?"

"You say, you say that Atlantis not only did not sink, it did not even perish?"

"Of course!" Solon affirmed, "How could such a great power perish so easily?" ”

"But, outside the blue waters," said Anxin, pointing out the window, "there is no such great civilization outside the Pillars of Hercules." ”

"That's nature." Solon pressed his hands on the table and said, "Because that great civilization is in trouble." ”